#frat boy!chris evans x black!reader

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Breakup to Make Up

Summary: Chris is tired of pretending he doesn’t want you.

Pairings: frat boy! Chris Evans x black!reader

Warnings: minors dni, smut, unprotected sex, arguing, make up sex

(A/N: long time no see 😭 this took me forever to finish, but we’re finally here! Maybe a little rushed at the end cuz I just really really wanted to post something. Anyway please like, follow, and reblog with comments. Thank you 💜✌🏾)

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He wondered if you could feel him watching your every move. Eyes trailing up and down that body. Thinking about how it had been way too long since he’d seen it with nothing on. Three weeks to be exact. Fuck had you been mad at him.

He knows he shouldn’t have freaked out over your little friend or whatever but so what he was jealous. Yeah, yeah it made him a hypocrite or whatever but it’s not like you didn’t know about Britt.

And after that night it’s not like they’d been fucking around. Britt had ‘needed time to think.’ The two of them really only keeping up with appearances.

But he’d done it.

Finally.

Broke up with her.

Sure he knew the shit storm that would ensue was going to be not great. When her parents find out all hell would probably break loose. Her mother had big plans for them.

Ya know the whole big wedding. Where they move into a giant home in a suburb of Boston to be the perfect New England family. Chris was supposed to go off and be this guy that everyone was expecting him to be.

But what about what he wanted him to be. Maybe he didn’t want to think about what he was supposed to do. What about what he wanted to do.

Right now he wanted you.

Even if you were acting like couldn’t see him. It seemed like you’d been avoiding social settings. Which made sense, considering Britt’s sorority seemed to have it out for you even more than they did before.

It wasn’t like people hadn’t known about the argument over beer pong. Had been calling you trashy and shit. As if Britt wasn’t completely trying to egg you on. It’s just normally you wouldn’t have stood up for yourself as you usually tried to brush her off but then it was like how dare you not kiss the queen bee’s ass.

He was tired of dating a bully. It made him look like an ass too. Then you had the nerve to look so fucking sexy telling her off. Made him remember the moment he sunk into you. Chris didn’t even know sex could feel like that. Then he found himself envelopes in your warmth and now he couldn’t go back. So yeah sorry if you made him a little crazy.

Even still you’d done a great job at ignoring him. Had clearly blocked his number. Thought you were getting away from him. Clearly you didn’t know who you were fucking with because Chris had no intention of just letting you go and what giving someone else the chance to touch you? Over his dead body.

He’d been letting you play your little games and act like this but he was tired of it. He needed to get what was his. You were his.

Finally your eyes were connected. Though you tried to look away all quickly. And yet they still kept making their way to his. No way you were still mad at him.

Found himself chuckling when one of his frat brothers came up to you to start talking. Yeah fucking right. As if you’d show Preston any fucking attention.

So why the fuck were you giving him your number.

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Ever since that day, Chris found himself more irritated than usual as he saw the way Preston had hung around you. Like a little fucking fly just buzzing around his favorite piece of dessert.

Grossed him the fuck out. Made him want to hit something. You had to be doing this on purpose, right? Was trying to get under his skin.

So what he couldn’t help himself. He needed to talk to you. “What, Chris?” You asked him all flat. Arms crossed. As if you were really sick of him.

“Cut the shit,” he said, leaning against the doorframe. Surprised you even answered the door of your dorm. Of course he saw you left and needed to make sure you were home and not who knows where with Preston of all people especially. Couldn’t stand the idea of that dweeb hanging around you. Around what was his. Even if you didn’t want to admit it to yourself. “What’s going on between you and Preston?” He asked.

You found yourself scoffing. “That is none of your business.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Oh really? It’s not? So you’re saying if I were to push you back into your room and take those cute little shorts down I’m not gonna find a wet pussy underneath it?”

Your eyes narrowed at this. He really had some damn nerve. Shrugged you answered, “Maybe. Just because you turn me on doesn’t mean I’m yours.”

Chris bit his tongue. Eyes trailing up down your body. Had you been waiting for someone. Seemed like you were dressed for a dick appointment.

“Chris, what’re you doin’ here?” Preston’s voice could be heard behind him and he immediately thought about turning around to punch him in the face. Instead his eyes connected with yours in a snarl.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” Chris asked.

“Preston, what are you doing here?” You asked at the same time.

“Wanted to see if you had the notes from chem,” he said, looking between the two of you. “Remember.”

“Oh,” you shook your head. “Yeah just let me grab ‘em.”

Chris raised an eyebrow. So if you weren’t dressed like this for him then who were you dressed like this for. He followed you into your room, glancing behind you as he came to sit on your bed. Damn sure wasn’t leaving now that he was here. Not after seeing Preston here.

You took him the notes and Chris could hear you exchanging thank you’s before closing the door. “Who the hell do you think you are?” You snapped at him.

“No who the hell do you think you are?” He repeated. “What were you hoping something would happen with Preston of all fucking people?”

“I didn’t say that!” You exploded. “Why am I even explaining anything to you. Weren’t not together. You have a girlfriend!”

“I broke up with her!” He finally admitted.

Chris couldn’t hold it in anymore. Had hated that the two of you hadn’t been talking as is and now there it was. All out on the table. Shit.

Your jaw hung open at his confession. Chest thumping. “W-what?” You asked, unsure if you misheard him.

“I broke up with Britt,” he repeated. “After our fight, I don’t know,” he looked away from you not able to handle the way you were looking at him with those big eyes, “I guess I realized you were right. That it wasn’t fair.”

Crossing your arms in front of your chest, sitting down beside him. Not that you knew what to say. Sure you’d thought about this moment a fuck ton of times, but never thought it would actually happen. Men like Chris didn’t actually leave their girlfriends for their side chicks. Or that’s what you’d been telling yourself to get over it.

“Just figured why the hell do I keep wasting time with her when I-,” he cut himself off trying to even figure out what he was trying to say. Those words on the tip of his tongue but it wasn’t easy. “Then I come here and you’re dressed like this and here comes Preston I-,”

“Chris, it… I didn’t know he was coming by,” you went on to say. “Not that you’d have any right to be mad anyway.”

That made him look at you, head snapping in your direction. “Watch it, Y/N,” he said. “Just because we were fighting doesn’t mean you weren’t mine.”

“We weren’t fighting I broke up with you,” you said.

“No,” he said. “Sure I gave you your space, but you did not break up with me. And I better not find out that you’ve been with anyone sense.”

You glared at him. Crossing your arms as you looked away. Only for him to put his hand under your chin to make you look back at him. “I’m not your property.”

“I didn’t call you property. I would never call you that. You are my woman, though. And I better never find out that anyone else got to have you.” He got closer to whisper into your ear. Fuck you were finally so close to him. At least you were only in your dorm wearing a skimpy little thing like this. Actually… “Whats with what you’re wearing anyway.”

“Not that it’s any of your business-,” you started to say only for him to drop his hand to your neck to give you a warning squeeze.

“Everything you do is my business,” he corrected.

You rolled your eyes. “My roommates out with her boyfriend so I decided to have a nice romantic night in with myself,” you finished.

Which in his head all he heard you say was that you had the whole place to yourselves. No Preston to interrupt. Not you running off to some little study buddy either. He didn’t give a shit about your nasty attitude. Could fuck you through that. Would have you acting sweeter than a peach after he fucked it out of you.

“Anything else you need to know, Warden,” you said, trying to sound all snooty. He’d had it up to here with you, though. Yanking you into him so you’d lay across his lap. “Hey!”

“I’d watch how you talk to me if I were you. Sure my frat brothers probably know how much of a slut you are, but you want your neighbors to know too?”

“We ca- Chris!” You gasped as he cupped your ass. Putting his thumb in between your ass cheek to really get a grip on it. Yeah he’d never go that long without touching you like this ever again. See why he couldn’t help get jealous. He was fucking crazy about you. All of you.

“What was that?” He taunted, hand coming up so he could deliver a sharp slap to the globe of your ass cheek. Gasping again and hips jumping up. “That’s what I thought,” he said when he realized you weren’t talking back for once. “Gonna watch your fucking mouth now, huh?”

You didn’t say anything. Just laid with your head against the mattress. Almost like you were trying to hide from him.

Chris laid a smack on your ass before groping you. “Let’s get it clear, Sweetheart. You’re mine. Your pussy is mine. Your body is mine. Even your fucking heart is mine.” He grabbed you by your hair to pull your head up so he could bring your face up to his. “Do I make myself clear?”

“Chris, I-,” you whimpered, a stray tear falling. Hated how turned on you were.

He’d cut you off by grabbing your ass again, sharply. “Do. I. Make. Myself. Clear?” He asked. Not giving a shit about what excuse you were ready to come up with.

You nodded, bottom lip trembling. Chris let out an irritated breath. All he wanted to do was love you right now. Kiss you. Show you how much he’d been missing you. Instead here you were playing little fucking games.

He put his hand against your jaw. Pulling you into his mouth. “What? You can’t speak?” He asked, tilting his head to the side. “You gotta problem?”

You shook your head but Chris could hear you sniffle. Ah shit. Instead of keeping it going he pulled you up. Pulling you into his lap.

“I th-though-thought you-you didn’t wa-want m-me,” you were sobbing into his shoulder. Except he couldn’t exactly understand you.

He wrapped his arms around you. Rocking you back and forth. “Shhh, Baby. Its okay. I got you. I’m sorry.” He said anyway. Whispering into your ear. Squeezing you so you had to get as close as possible to him.

“I thought you didn’t want me,” you repeated, much more clear this time. Tears still streaming down your face.

Chris furrowed his brow. Hating those words as soon as they left your mouth. “Never, Baby. I just didn’t know what to do. Wanted to have my cake and eat it, too.”

“What about you and Britt?” You asked with a sniffle.

“We’re done, Baby. I promise. There’s no one else,” he whispered in your ear, kissing behind your earlobe. “I’m all yours.”

You nodded, pulling away as your lip trembled. “Promise?”

“I promise,” he replied leaning in to press a plump kiss to your lips. Only meaning for it to be quick except he couldn’t bring himself to pull away. Had been too fucking long since he’d tasted you.

Chris laid back, taking you with him. Lips moving against each other. Fuck he missed this. Hands going to your ass to squeeze you. Needing to feel you all over. Can’t believe he went this long.

“Chris,” you moaned against his mouth. Fucking music to his ears. He turned you over in your bed so he was on top. Making sure to get nice and situated between your thighs.

Pinning your hands down with his as he felt himself getting harder. Needed you fucking bad. That’s why he couldn’t help himself when he came over here. Had been sick of waiting for you to come to him. If he needed to chase you so be is.

His bicep curled around your thigh. Not able to stop himself from finally fucking doing it. If anything it shouldn’t have taken him this long. Couldn’t help it with his stubborn ass.

“Chris,” you whimpered as his lips began to trail your neck. Back arching so you pressed into him deeper. Tits getting squished against his chest. As bad as he wanted to stay like this, he wanted more. Pulling away so he could take his shirt off.

“That’s my girl,” he whispered, before kissing you quickly. “You missed me, huh.”

You nodded, throwing your arms around him. Nails trailing along his muscular back making him shiver underneath your touch. “You know I did.”

He licked his lips, kissing your again. “I missed you, too,” he confessed. Not like he hadn’t spent most of last week in denial about it. If he hadn’t seen you talking to that asshole would he have even finally got his shit together. Probably not. The jealousy had eaten him up.

Especially since he’d been trying to give Britt the time she asked for. Didn’t want to be a complete and total dick. Too bad he wanted his girl. So now he finally had you right where he wanted you. Underneath him. Ready for a taste when-

“Y/N, have you seen my-,” a voice interrupted the two of you. Making you pull away quickly as your roommate stopped when she saw. “Shit! Sorry!” She backed out, closing the door behind her.

You pushed against him so you could get up. Chris groaned, realizing how fucking hard he was. Had been ready to claim you all over again and now you were getting up to go after her to ask what she wanted. Definitely embarrassed by the shy look on your face when you came back. “She forgot her card,” you mumbled when you sat back down on the bed.

“Oh,” he replied. “That’s okay. You okay?”

“Yeah I’m okay,” you replied, biting your lip.

Chris smiled. Not being able to help himself when he scooted you on his lap. Kissing your cheek. “You hungry? Want to get some food or we could hang out somewhere. Something.”

“Like, you wanna hang out in public?” You asked.

He nodded. “Yeah. No more keeping this behind closed doors, okay?”

With that you nodded too, a smile spreading on your lips. “Just let me get ready.”

“Of course, Baby.”

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You could really tell Chris had been trying to put in the effort. From making it clear that he was definitely your boyfriend. To you practically living in his room. Still though aside from making out the two of you hadn’t had sex and he’d been dying to take it back to that.

Seemed like every time he got close, someone would interrupt or the two of you would end up talking. Which was great, but fuck he doesn’t think his dick can live like this anymore. It was like constant blue balls 24/7.

Sometimes you’d have your ass all pressed up against him while you slept. Wondering if you could feel him under you. Had been wearing a pair of panties underneath the shirt he let you borrow. Which had risen up so his cock could be pressed up right against your soft skin.

He doesn’t think he’d been this horny since he first hit puberty. Not like you’d be mad at him if he slid in. If anything he knew you’d take it. You always took it. Except then you got your period and while he didn’t give a shit, you did and told him you didn’t want your first time again to be like that.

At least he got to be with you in public now. Didn’t care who saw him hold your hand. Kissed you wherever he felt like, whenever he wanted. And you and your best friend seemed happy dragging him and her boyfriend everywhere. Even out to lunch where you were sitting way to close to him. Feeling all over his thigh.

“Unless you’re trying to start something, I suggest you stop,” he said, into your ear.

“Maybe I am,” you whispered back to him before kissing his cheek.

“Oh well, isn’t this cute,” a familiar voice interrupted you, making your heads snap up.

Chris groaned as soon as he saw his ex standing there glaring down at them. Three of her little minions beside her. “Britt,” he said through gritted teeth.

“Cut the shit, Christopher,” she snapped. “Look, I played nice when I knew you were fucking her behind my back-,”

You interrupted his ex with a cackle. Not able to help yourself. “Was it really behind your back?” You tilted your head to the side. “Not like you weren’t there.”

“Wait, what?” Your roommate gasped, suddenly everyone turning to look at her.

“Tell ‘em, Britt,” you said with a shrug. “About how you dared me to fuck your boyfriend and saw that I did it better than you and I fucked him so good he saw that he didn’t need to put up with your shit anymore.”

It had been clear you’d been waiting to get some things off your chest to her. Not that Chris could blame you. Britt had no business messing with you before and now look.

Britt’s jaw dropped as her friends turned to her. “You did what?” One of them asked with a raised eyebrow, almost like she wanted to laugh. The one Chris had been telling her was not her friend of all people.

Chris looked over at you. Shocked by your reaction. He knew you didn’t like Britt, but he’d never seen you like this. It was kind of hot seeing you stick up for yourself. Laying claim to him.

“Chris! You’re just gonna let her talk to me like that?” She gasped, stomping her foot.

“It’s not like she’s lying,” he replied. You sat beside him with a smirk. Leaning over to kiss behind his ear. Kind of enjoying you like this. That’s when he put his hand on your thigh , squeezing it.

Britt stomped away. Her friends not too far behind. Then he found himself trying to rush so the two of you could get the fuck out of there and back to his bedroom. Was tired of waiting and shit.

“Chris!” You squealed as he picked you up, pushing your back into the wall.

“Looked so fucking hot,” he said, making you gasp as his lips had went to your neck, must have been trying to leave you a hickey with the way he was sucking on your neck. “Need you so bad.”

“I didn’t tell you, but I got off my period this morning,” you said, biting your lip.

“You weren’t going to tell me?” He asked.

You shrugged. “Wanted to see how long you could go?”

Chris smacked your ass. Leaving his hands there so he could spread your ass cheeks apart. Ready to give it to you like he’d been missing. Sure he could have made your first time together again special and it would be, but the candles and rose petals would have to wait for another time.

“Don’t ever do that shit again,” he said into to it ear. “You hear me?”

You nodded before smashing your lips to his. Hands feeling all over his muscles in his shoulders. Not able to help yourself. Wanting to be close to him. Couldn’t believe he was finally all yours. Hadn’t even realized you were in his room until he laid you down in his bed.

“Missed you, Baby,” he said, flipping over so you could be on top of him. Straddling him around his waist as his hands went back to your ass.

“I missed you, too,” you whimpered, grinding against him. Needing to feel the friction. Pussy getting wetter as you spoke. “Please,” you preened.

“What do you want, Baby?” He asked, helping you remove your top.

“I want you. Want you so bad,” you moaned, as his lips went to your chest. Nipping and sucking and biting. Making you gasp for him as you lowered yourself so you were right over his dick. The friction making your jaw drop open as you didn’t stop. “Fuck, fuck me. Please.”

“I should make you beg for it since you made me wait this long,” he said, putting his thumb against your crotch. Ready to take off your pants. Putting you on your back once again so he could do that. “I don’t even know if you can handle it.”

Not like you didn’t agree. How the hell were you going to take him. It had been too long since you did and while you’d spent plenty of nights thinking about it, you were almost scared to try. Maybe that’s why you’d been welcoming every distraction. Don’t know if you were ready to be split open again.

Though, right now you’re not really sure you had much of a choice. Not with the hunger in his eyes. You’d denied him for far too long.

He started kissing down your body. Bringing your legs up so that he could get situated between your thighs. Knew he finally had you right where he wanted you.

“Chris,” you cried, hands going to your hair as he started licking you up. Wanted to get you properly wet first. Had to so you could take him properly. He knew as soon as he slid in there was no way he was holding back.

He peeked up at you, watching your face screw all up before throwing your head back. Moaning his name and moving your hips. Chris put his hands on your thighs, holding you down. Had you right where he wanted you and he wasn’t about to let you fuck that up.

“You’re gonna make me-,” you stopped with a gasp, “Christopher!” You breathed. “Shit, Chris. Fuck. Chris!” Eyes rolling back as it finally happened, juices cascaded into his mouth. “Ugh!”

Seeing you like this, fuck he couldn’t wait anymore. Needed to be inside of you now. As he kissed up your body, he hoped to leave a few hickies in his wake. Getting to your lips and making sure his kiss was deep.

Pushing your legs apart with his knees as he got situated between you. Pinning your hands down with his as he used his hips to guide his dick towards your entrance. “Fuck!” You gasped as he pushed the tip in. Head going back into the pillow underneath. A furrow creasing in your brow as you looked down between you.

Chris put his hand under your chin so you had to move your face back up. Eyes locked into each other. Licking your lips as your words had been caught in your throat as he went in deeper. Almost not even wanting to give you time to adjust, but this was your first time in a long time.

Unlike the real first time, it was just the two of you. Sure that’s how things had ended up anyway after Britt realized he’d never been like that with her. He’d wanted to feel bad about it, but hell it’s not like she hadn’t put him in that position in the first place. Literally. If she hadn’t been bugging you, you wouldn’t have ended up under him. Taking him in a way she never did.

Sure he tried to hold on for old times sake, but after he found out how she’d been it was hard for him to look past it. What did he look like dating a fucking bully. If anything he kind of owed you for all the shit you put up with. Not that you clearly had any problem with fighting back. Fuck that shit was so sexy.

Chris kissed your neck, listening to you moan as he thrusted his hips. Fuck you felt better than he remembered. Not like those same thoughts weren’t crossing your mind. Couldn’t believe you were like this after that time apart.

Had been so sure you could move on and you wanted to. Really did. Except he kept creeping into your head. Thinking about him like this. The way he fucked you like he owned your pussy and to be honest, he did. Even when you were broken up.

At this point everything between you had been an open secret in your frat. Hell, even when you tried to flirt with Preston he laughed and said he didn’t want to get punched for fucking around with you.

Didn’t even want to try being with someone else. How could you when you were pretty sure no other man could fuck you like this. He’d officially ruined you.

“Harder,” you whined into his ear, clawing at his back. Had been trying to be close to you, but fuck it. He missed you for a reason. The nice and tender shit was cute, but it had been too goddamn long.

Chris flipped you over to grab you by your hips. Making sure your ass was in the air right where he wanted it. You braced yourself as you felt him guide into you again. Squeezing your eyes shut as he bottomed out. Body trembling as you forced yourself to take his dick. “Fuck!” You sobbed into the sheets.

He rolled his hips just now he knew you liked. Exactly how he’d been thinking about. Looking down to see the way you’d started to cream around him.

Trying to give you exactly what you asked for. “You’re- you’re gonna- you’re- I’m gonna fucking cum, Chris!” You looked back at him. One of your hands going to your breasts as you played with your nipples. The extra stimulation making you clench around him.

“That’s my fucking girl,” he groaned, slapping your ass. “Fucking cum for me. I want everyone in the house to hear that we’re back together. Cum for me. Want you to scream my name.”

“Chris!” You sobbed just like he wanted you to, ass shaking as you did as you were told. There’s his fucking girl. Fuck he missed you.

Lowering yourself as it became harder for you to hold yourself up. Only for him to go with you. Covering your body with his as he didn’t stop rocking into you.

Coming up to wrap a bicep around your neck. His other arm wrapping around you. Couldn’t stop himself as he manhandled you.

“Feel so fucking good,” he whispered in your ear. Nose pressed up against the side of your face.

“Chris, I- ugh you’re gonna make me cum again!” You mewled. “Fuck I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he whispered back, half wanting to stop to turn you over but not wanting to stop because he wanted to cum. He’s not really sure he had much of a choice anyway. Hips starting to stutter along.

You were just so fucking tight around him. Especially when you were ready to cum. “Fuuuuuuck, Baby,” he groaned. “Feel so fucking- you’re gonna make me- fuck!” He groaned as he did it. Unloading inside of you. Not giving a fuck about protection or anything. Not like he ever did.

Sure the two of you should be more careful, but he can’t bring himself to actually care too. Would it be the worst thing in the world if you were stuck with him? Not for him at least. You were his for the the rest of his life as far as he was concerned.

Chris didn’t move an inch to get off of you. Trying to not put all his weight on you, but at the same time he could melt. Can’t believe it’d taken him so long to get back here.

All while you clung to him. Almost like you were afraid he’d float away. As if he’d go anywhere. Chris didn’t even want to move a muscle until he rolled over so he could pull you into him.

“I love you, Baby,” he whispered, into your hair. Ready to fall asleep as you whispered back to him. Half asleep and drunk on love. Knowing the two of you were finally right where you were supposed to be. Together.

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Bikini Bottom

pairing: Frat!Chris Evans x Girlfriend!Reader

Summary: Frat!Chris falls lovesick and clings onto his girl for dear life, it doesn’t help when she’s parading around in a bikini. Overall, Y/n and Chris are the ultimate campus couple 💌 (lovesick puppy chris)

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Y/n posed in the mirror, rightly checking herself out in her newest bought black bikini, the underwear seamed with fine jewels. Hearing her friend’s bedroom door open she saw one of the head brothers of the frat, her boyfriend. Dressed in navy blue swim shorts, the brunette strolled over whistling out in awe, Chris' hands landing onto her sweet behind.

“Why don’t we just slip these off for a min?” He whispered placing his head onto her shoulder, making direct eye contact through the mirror. His fingers naughtily playing with the strings holding up her bikini bottom; giggling she pulled his hands off and turned to face him.

This was one of her first college parties of her sophomore year, it was her best friend’s Lucy’s pool party, and of course a certain frat was invited.

“How’d ya know I was in here pretty boy?” She smiled combing back his hair underneath his backwards cap, his hands now climbing up her waist and settling on her ribcage.

“Little birdy called Lucy told me, how long were you gonna hide all this from me then?” Chris growled grabbing a handful of ass once again, smiling contently as Y/n leant up and kissed his lips gently. Her hands cupped his face while he fondled her softly, his hands going up to her breasts and copping a few feels.

Despite him being a senior, Chris couldn’t help but feel enamoured by the girl in his arms, and it all started because he knocked on the wrong dorm door; the rest was history. Even though frats have this reputation, Chris definitely put his to rest, the poor guy was seen following her around campus like a lost puppy. Holding her books for her, walking her to her lectures, spending his weekends in her bed, taking her home for thanksgiving and even proclaiming their relationship on his social media.

“God how are you all mine? Is life even real right now?” He moaned against her lips, pecking her twice more, their lips moulding perfectly together. Her hands playing with the St.Christopher medallion around his neck, as she pecked his cheek once before turning back around to face the mirror, placing his arms around his waist.

Now Y/n was definitely the more keep to herself kind of girl, her social media was private yet it adorned over 1k followers, courtesy of being Chris' girlfriend. Her only post was one of her dog from years ago, so Chris was pretty shocked when she reached for her phone and told him to pose with her.

She turned halfway, her ass to the camera with his hands gripping onto it for dear life, both of their lips connected in a passionate kiss for all to see, his other hand held onto her waist whilst she held onto his bulging bicep.

“Well that was a lovely surprise” Chris laughed wiping the side of his lips, his shock deepening when he saw her caption it with,

“I’m a handful, but only his handful 🍑” Before pressing post.

“Now what have I done to deserve a place on your VIP post”

“I think it’s time people know for real that you’re taken, and that i’m taken too. I’m serious about you ya know?” Y/n said throwing her phone onto a table, her eyes landing on Chris’ chest on the multitude of tattoos covering it, her heart pounding waiting for what he had to say.

“I’ve said it a hundred times, and i’ll say it again. This is for life baby, I already know it yeah? Doesn’t matter that I graduate this year, because you know damn well i’ll still be up your fine ass every second I get-“

“Chriss stop ittt” She whined embarrassed, his arms caging around her waist so her head laid on his chest, his lips peppering kisses onto the top of her head,

“Come on, we’re missin the pool party and I still wanna see you all wet and-“

“I swear Chris say another word and you’ll be sleeping on my doormat instead of my bed, that you love oh so much” Y/n said playfully turning around as they walked back out the room, Chris' lips forming into a big pout, “You’d really do your future husband like that huh?”

Now when I say they stuck together, they meant it. Whether it be them clinging onto each other in the pool, or her making sure he had enough sunscreen on him and food in him. The campus couple everyone strived to be like, but no one could; no one could love like they do.

“You comin back to mine tonight baby?” Y/n asked rubbing her hand softly over Chris’ stomach, looking up at him from her place on his chest, the sun-bed somehow fitting them both. The alcohol slowly taking its effect in Y/n as she felt more drowsy, although Chris made it a rule for himself not to drink when at parties with his girl, he had to make sure she was safe. Her safety always comes first.

Chris knew that once they got back to her place there’d be an array of activities going on, from cuddles all the way to full on make-outs, whatever it takes to get his precious princess to sleep. Heck sometimes he’d even have to scratch her back to sleep, or she’d request for him to be inside her as she slept (Chris' favourite method)

“Of course I am, is that even a question? I can’t skip out on my newfound skincare routine, and I still need to feed your fish because I swear you don’t feed the little guy enough”

Y/n smiled up as the man beneath her babbled on and on, Chris had ultimately become a major part of her life, hell her parents loved him more than they loved her at this point. Sure at first she was wary with his social position in the frat, but on the inside he’s a big cuddly bear that needs a lot of lovin. Lovin that she’s extremely willing to give.

Chris fell first, and he fell even damn harder.

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She calls me daddy

A/N: I COMPLETELY forgot about this masterpiece of an idea from @staysluttymyfriends97​, and it would be an absolute crime to not post it. I don’t make the rules. Anyway, Frat-boy!Steve Rogers makes me feel all the good, and I enjoy a cocky Steve, soooooo….

You can buy me a coffee here, and I’ll write you a personalized something – the sky is the limit with whatever and whoever you want in there!

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Pairing: Frat-Boy!Steve Rogers x female reader, Nerd!Bucky (mentioned)

Contains: Language, Steve Rogers being a cocky dick, mentions of purity rings, smut (MDNI), fingering, oral (m recieving), p in v, unprotected sex, cum-shot, praise-kink, slight daddy-kink, slight dumbification, slight degradation-kink

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 She calls me daddy

“Seriously, do you need me there, or are you just acting like you do? You know I have finals next week, and I’ve been prepp…” Bucky glared at you, and you closed your mouth with a snap. “Listen to me. You’ve been prepping for one exam for a full month, now. You’re stressed as hell, you’re jumpy like a cat, who’s been strapped to fireworks, and I miss you.” He pouted and you groaned. “Stop that! You know I can’t handle your puppy-face.” “Please, Y/N, please? I promise, it’s going to be fun as hell, you enjoyed yourself the last time you were there!”

Bucky wasn’t wrong. You had enjoyed yourself, maybe even a little too much. Actually, you had enjoyed yourself way too much the last time you went to his frat house. And you did not want to face the consequences of your own actions.

Your actions being Steve.

Who had quite the rumor of “virgin-collecting”, which fell just in line with what you were when you entered the frat house the first time and left behind as well. Fucking Steve. “I don’t know, Buck…” You glanced at your feet. “Doll, listen to me, you need to actually enjoy your college-life. Don’t stay in here all the time. You’re getting musty.” Your eyes snapped to him, and you glared. “I am not getting musty.” He raised an eyebrow and you looked around in your one-bedroom apartment, realizing just how much you had been focused on exams. You sighed. “One drink. And if Steve gets close to me, I’m literally whacking his stupid, blonde head off his shoulders.” “Don’t you think it’s…” “I don’t, actually.” Bucky sighed. “I don’t know what happened last time, and if you would just talk to me…” “Funnily enough, I don’t. Wait here, give me like… Thirty minutes to get ready. Max.” You didn’t wait for an answer, twirling on your heel to grab a black, strappy dress and your makeup, before slamming the bathroom-door behind you, trying to calm yourself and get ready at the same time. One drink. One.

  The frat house was packed when you arrived with Bucky next to you – he grinned toothily at you and led you inside, grabbing the first drink he could and handed it to you. “I’m going to try and find Sam!” He yelled over the bass. “I think Wanda and Nat is around here somewhere.” You nodded. “I’ll find them!” You yelled back. The music was full of heavy bass – which meant that either Vis or Tony had gotten a hold of the music, because it was currently playing Such a Whore, which you found extremely fitting, when you spotted Steve grinding against a sweating blonde, gyrating his hips. You scoffed and scanned the room, drinking your drink – it tasted vaguely of tequila – and finally spotted the two red-heads huddled in a corner.

“Nat! Wanda!” You yelled at them, and they looked up with wide smiles. “Oh my god, Y/N! I didn’t think I’d ever see you here, especially during exam-prep!” You shrugged and hugged Wanda, who beamed at you. Natasha tipped her red solo-cup at you. “Looking good, babes.” You smiled. “You shouldn’t be talking, look at you!” Nat shrugged with a pleased smile on her lips. She did look fucking fantastic, wearing black leather-pants and a tight tank-top in a blood-red color. “I have to tell you about this thing Vis did the other day!” Wanda pulled you to a chair, and began talking your ear off. You didn’t really pay attention to her, because Steve’s eyes were trained on you, while the blonde girl grinded against him, his face resting in a confused expression. You looked away from his blue eyes and re-entered the conversation. “…. I know, but it’s true! I haven’t seen Steve without somebody in his room in forever, and he’s been like… Almost…” Nat frowned and downed the rest of her drink. Of course, you would join back into the conversation with Steve headlining. “I don’t know, he's been demure, almost. It’s weird.” She pointed to your drink, which you swallowed quickly. “Yes, please.” She grabbed both you and Wanda’s cups before walking back to the kitchen, her hips swaying. It was like watching the red sea parting for her. “What’s up with Steve?” You asked, trying to sound overwhelmingly uninterested. Wanda lifted her eyebrows. “Did Bucky not tell you?” You shook your head. “He’s been very busy with Joaquin.” You nodded to where Bucky was currently tongue-deep into his boyfriend’s throat. “Holy… Wow, I did not need to see that.” Wanda laughed. “Well, it’s a little bit of a mystery, really. So, a few months ago, at the Halloween-party, remember that?” Vividly. You even lost your purity-ring somewhere in Steve’s room – not that it should matter, because the promise behind it didn’t anymore, but it was sentimental. You had gotten used to wearing it and felt naked without it. “Anyway, Steve went to his room at some point with a girl wearing this awesome Christine, you know from the phantom of the opera?” You nodded. Thank God, you had worn a mask. “Well, she wore that costume and a mask, and they went to his room, right? Well, she had disappeared in the morning, and Steve has been stone-cold girl-sober ever since. It’s been almost three months, but he keeps saying that it’s not that interesting anymore or something like that.” She glanced at him, and you followed her eyes; Steve was still on the dancefloor, but looked wholly annoyed at the blonde, who was currently dry humping his leg. “Want to know the weirdest part, other than the fact that nobody knows who the mystery heartbreaker is?” You scoffed.   “He can’t be brokenhearted over a one-night stand.” She lifted her perfect eyebrow. “I beg to differ. He came down the next morning asking about her, and he was wearing this ring, and I think she might’ve left it behind. Like, Steve doesn’t do jewelry, right, but now? He wears that ring on his pinky at all times. It doesn’t fit him at all, so it’s like almost at the tip of his finger, but still. Never takes it off.” You were seething. Asshole. One thing was being another notch in his virginity-belt, but it was something else entirely to flaunt it to everyone.

Maybe nobody knew who you were right now, but it wouldn’t take much to figure out. “I’ll be right back, Wanda.” You said through gritted teeth and caught Steve’s eyes when you stood from your seat, nodding towards the back of the house, where you knew his room was. He cocked an eyebrow at you and nodded once, nearly indiscernible, and began whispering something to the blonde. You didn’t wait to see her reaction, but walked with fast feet to his room, and went inside.

The memories flooded you, as soon as his scent hit your nose; your moans echoed in your head, his tongue had imprinted itself on your body, and it made you shiver. You shouldn’t think about that right now, because you were angry and just wanted your damn ring back. You were pacing the room, when he came in.

“Hiya, sweets.” You glared at him with narrowed eyes. “Don’t sweets me. I want my ring back.” He glanced down at his hand and held it out in front of him with a smirk on his lips. “This ring?” You caught the silver shine of your ring on his pinky. He twisted it around and you huffed. “My ring, asshole. Do you really need proof that you fucked a virgin?” His eyebrows shot up. “That’s some hell of a mouth for a virgin.” You rolled your eyes and damned yourself to hell for your body’s reaction to his voice. You ignored the growing dampness in your underwear. “I was a virgin, not a fucking nun.” He chuckled darkly and you sucked in a sharp breath at the sound. “I didn’t want to be another notch, Steve, and I definitely don’t want to be a prized passion to remind yourself of your feat.” He twirled the ring again. “Who said you were a notch?” You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms. The music was loud but muted slightly through the door and you could feel the bass in your entire body. “Literally half the campus.” “And that’s believable?” “Yes.” You cocked a brow at him and extended your hand. “My ring, please.” “At least you know how to ask nicely.” He hummed for a moment. “What’s in it for me, Y/N?” “Oh, my God, are you fucking kidding me?” You threw your arms out in frustration. “You need something in return for something you stole?” He chuckled again and leaned against the door. “Sweetheart, I didn’t steal anything. You left it here, and finders keepers and all that.” You laughed mirthlessly. “You’re actually a real piece of shit, you know that captain?” You knew it would get a rise out of him to call him that. He hated it. “Stop that, you know I hate it.” “Give me my ring.” “I don’t think I will.” He twirled it again. “It’s a nice reminder of the girl, who seemingly had the best time of her life with me.” You scoffed. “You really think a lot of yourself, don’t you?” He tilted his head. “Do enlighten me.” He grinned again and you wanted to remove his dick and make him choke on it. “You…” You glowered. “I don’t want to talk to you for longer than necessary, so can I please, just have my fucking ring back?” “No.” “What the fuck, Steve?” “No, what the fuck, Y/N?” He pushed off the door and stalked to you, towering over you. Your breath hitched. “You left in the middle of the night…” “It was six in the morning, but okay…” He ignored you. “Didn’t leave a number, not even a fucking thank you Steven for the most mindblowing night of my life, and you come back here and act all pissy with me, because I wear a ring, I found in my bedroom? You’ve got some nerve, you brat.” “I’m not a fucking brat. You’re an asshole, and I really am not in the mood be here, much less entertain this conversation with you.” He smiled predatorily at you and bent his head a little. “What? You got scared, little girl? After I fucked you stupid, you got scared that I’d what, brag about it to everyone? Let everyone know what a good, little whore you were?” You gaped at him. The fucking nerve. “And you come back here, act like a spoiled brat, can’t even look at me, and think I’m just, what, going to hand the fucking ring back over?” He yanked it free from his finger, and you saw the faint outline of it on his thick finger. “Here, take it. It wasn’t something I kept to show off, just FYI.” He looked slightly pained now. “I kept it, because it was the only thing, I had to remind me of you.” You scoffed and took the ring from him, ignoring your heart thudding wildly against your ribs. “Fuck you, Steve. You knew you could ask Bucky, Joaquin, Sam, Wanda or Nat and they’d probably give you my number. You could’ve asked around. You didn’t care, and you still don’t, because you never do. That’s at least what your previous conquests have said. Loudly, I might add.” You said, pushing the ring back on your finger.

It was funny, it felt almost foreign on you now.

“Oh, shut the hell up. You’d rather listen to girls, who spent a night in here than stay behind to get to know me? You’re stupider than I thought I made you.” He laughed angrily, his eyes burning holes into you. “I wanted to get to know you, Y/N, and you disappeared because you were scared and confused, and instead of handling it like a big girl, you ran off.” He frowned. “And here I thought you were a smart girl, Y/N.” He stood to his full height and gestured to the door. Tears were burning in your eyes as you strode to the door. “I didn’t tell anyone, you know. Just for the record, I easily could’ve, but I didn’t.” “Oh, so because you had opportunity to tell and didn’t, you’re commendable?” You asked, your back turned to him. You hated to admit it, but it did make you feel a little more at ease. He groaned. “Jesus fucking Christ, I can’t say anything to you? You’re so damn defensive, it’s honestly heartbreaking.” “You’re a dick, Steve.” You turned to look at him and smiled at him with as much venom as you could. “Go find another hole to fill, you seem to do that very well.”

It was the wrong thing to say, because his eyes flared up and in a single stride, he was in front of you, pushing the door closed again and caged you with his arms. “Don’t you fucking try me, Y/N.” You glared at him. “I already did, thanks.” He growled and got close enough for you to feel the tip of his nose brush against yours. “You’re skating on thin ice, right now.” He glared at you, and you tried your best to not squirm, because his damn body this close to yours made you feel tingly. “Fuck you. I got what I wanted, so did you, clearly, so let’s leave it at that.” He didn’t like this. “Oh my God, Y/N!” he rolled his eyes. “You’ve got some fucking nerve, coming into my room and acting like I did you a disservice or some shit, because you decided to believe rumors.” His lips turned up in a dangerous smile and his eyes glinted. “You sure as hell didn’t have a problem with it at Halloween. My… Reputation.” You bit your lip. “Actually, you seemed pretty happy about the fucking reputation, because, and Ill quote you: That just means experience, which I need.” “Well…” “No, don’t try to get out of this one. In fact, I’m pretty sure that if I just slid my fingers down…” His fingers slid from the door to your waist, slowly sliding down to your absolute asshole of a pussy, who was – indeed – soaking through your underwear. He hissed when he felt it, and your hips bucked. “Hm. What do you have to say to that, Y/N?” you couldn’t say anything, not really, because his stupid fingers were rubbing circles on your clit through the damp fabric, and your brain was malfunctioning. “So quiet… Did I already make you so fucking dumb, huh? All you needed was my fingers?” You moaned when he pushed against your entrance through the fabric. “Tell me. You want this?” He asked, his lips grazing your neck. Fucking hell.

“Yes.” You mumbled. He snapped to face you again, pressing harder against you. “No, I need clear words, baby. Do you want this?” He asked again, now moving his fingers to the elastic of your panties, his fingers dipping inside. “Yes! Fuck, yes!” you said quickly, when his fingers found your clit. It was all he needed.

He growled and removed his fingers, lifted you from the ground and threw you back on his bed, before he descended hungrily on you. The kiss was angry and full of teeth and tongue, but fuck, it felt good. He groaned against you, pulling the elastic on your panties and letting it fall back with a snap. “Get these off.” You rolled your eyes but did it as soon as he stood up from the bed to remove his own clothing. You quickly removed your panties along with your dress, chest heaving, and your entire body shuddered at the look, he sent you. Steve climbed on the bed and kissed you again, his fingers finding their previous spot on your clit and dipping inside of you. You gasped at the intrusion, and your back arched, allowing him to catch your nipple with his lips. “Fuck, it feels good to have my fingers in you again, baby…” He moaned around your nipple and sped up. How on earth, he managed to coax you to near an orgasm already, you didn’t understand, but you were barely breathing, and your legs shook. “Come on, baby, tell me…” His teeth tugged on your nipple, and you mewled. “Am I who you think about when you’re alone in bed… Touching yourself, huh?” He sped up and curled his fingers. “Y-yes… shit, yes…” You moaned. All pretense of being unaffected by him or not thinking about him was long gone. “Good girl… You want to cum?” He asked, licking wet trails on your breast. “Please…” You breathed it out, and in the same moment, he stilled. “Earn it.” Fuck him. “Wh-what?” you gasped, his fingers still in you and a shit-eating grin on his lips. “Earn it, baby. Apologize.” He kissed you again. “Tell me what you’ve thought of me doing to you, when you’re all alone, touching yourself like this…” He moved his fingers slowly and stopped in the same second as a stuttering moan fell from your lips. “Fuck you.” You mumbled. “Later.” He grinned. “Come now, kitten, speak up.” You groaned and caught his eyes; he was enjoying it. “I’m… Oh…” He twitched his fingers. “I’m s-sorry!” You cried. He moved slowly now, steadily drawing you nearer the edge again. “I’ve… Fuck… I-I’ve thought of you fucking me…” You said, and despite your haze of lust, you still felt your cheeks heat up. “I’ve imagined you fucking me so hard, I couldn’t walk…” “Oh, atta girl.” He mumbled, fingers moving faster now. “But… I-I couldn’t make myself, fucking shit, m-make myself cu-um…” You moaned loudly again. “Because my fingers weren’t enough… Please, S-Steve, I just want to…” “You can cum, pretty girl.” He sped up and attacked your nipple again, and you came undone; his fingers moved so fast and perfectly against every spot, that made you see stars, you wouldn’t have been able to hold back, even if you tried. You screamed as you came, grabbing his bare shoulders roughly, crescent moons indented in his skin form your nails, as he fucked you through your orgasm. “Good girl, look at you… making a mess of me, aren’t you?” he chuckled. “Remember last time, baby?” You nodded and couldn’t help the smile on your lips. “Eager, huh? Come and get it, then.” He moved away from you and flopped down on his back, his large, veiny cock protruding from his body. You nearly drooled at the sight. “Make it nice and wet for me, baby…” He whispered. Yes, sir.

You slowly licked a long stripe along the underside of him, flattening your tongue as you reached a sensitive spot right under the head, and slowly sucked him into your mouth. He tensed up and hissed as you took more and more into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks and allowed him deeper. When he hit the back of your throat, you bobbed your head slightly, getting a feel of him, your jaw already aching – he was big, but you were determined to impress. You knew you had some skill. You gagged around his length as you forced him deeper, spit drippling from your mouth to the bed, and he moaned, and his cock twitched in your throat. “Such a good fucking whore, huh, Y/N? Taking me so deeply… Shit…” He moaned again and your lips stretched into a smile around him, before you began moving for real this time – you picked up speed, now feeling pretty confident in the fact, that you weren’t going to throw up all over him, and he met your movements with small thrusts. “Baby… Fuck, you need to… ah… Baby girl, you n-need to stop, sweetheart… I don’t want to… Fuck…” his hand went to your hair and pulled you gently from his cock, and you let it go with a loud pop, his cock bouncing back against his stomach. “Did I do good, daddy?” you asked with wide eyes. “Oh, fuck, you’re dangerous, baby.” He grinned, and pulled you to his side, turning your back to him. “You think it’s wet enough for you?” You moaned as a response. “Do you think you’ve earned it, baby?” He whispered, his lips ghosting against your shoulder. I swear to everything that’s real, Steve, if you don’t…” You didn’t get to finish your sentence, because he pushed slowly inside of you. You gasped and hissed at the stretch, although it wasn’t unwelcome. When he bottomed out, you both sighed. “It’s like you were fucking made for me…” he mumbled, more to himself than to you. You moaned. “Move, Steve…” You gasped. “Baby, I gotta let you adjust, or…” “Don’t. Just… Fucking take me.” You moaned, grabbing the hand that rested on your hip and dragged it to your chest, letting his fingers tug on your nipple. He moved and began dragging his cock against your walls – spooning you, he managed to get even deeper than you could’ve imagined him being and you rolled your hips to meet him. It was intimate, and way more than you thought him to be, but he buried his face in the crook of your neck and sped up, fingers intertwining with yours over your breast. “You feel fucking amazing… Fuck, I’ve dreamt of being inside of you since Halloween…” He groaned and slammed his cock inside of you, working faster and faster. You were shaking around him, your walls pulsing and dragging him further in. “You’re taking me so well, baby…” That did you in. you came with a shout, your body tensing up and your legs shaking, while he fucked you deeply; it felt as if you had been lit on fire, but you didn’t mind it at all. It almost hurt, but you wanted more from him – it was addictive. “Fuck, Steve!” You shouted his name, and he moved his hand from your chest to your mouth, holding you tightly as he fucked you with ferocity. “Shh, baby, you don’t want anyone to hear you get fucked like… ah… Fuck, by me, do you?” Honestly? You couldn’t give a rat’s ass right now. You’d let your pastor hear you, for all you cared, because you wanted everyone to know that he did this to you. “Oh, you like that, don’t you? You want people to hear you get fucked…” He pushed further inside of you, and you saw stars, mewling at the pressure. His speed was stuttering, his grip over your mouth tightening. “Fucked by me, huh? That nice, little, pretty… fucking hell… Girl, getting fucking split open by my cock?” He moaned in your ear, and you were barely hanging on by your fingernails at this point. “Fuck, baby, I’m going to…” He groaned and sped up. “one more, baby, one more for me… I need you to cum for me… I need to feel it, baby, please…” His fingers left your mouth and traveled to your clit, where he began rubbing determined circles on it, sending sparks of pleasure through your body. “Ste-eve… Oh my god…” You whined and when he bit down on the sensitive skin at the juncture of your shoulder and neck, you lost control completely. You came with a shriek, your body tensing and toes curling, wetness gushing from you; your heart was thumping wildly in your chest, and the orgasm felt like it had shattered you, put you back together and tied you up with Steve.

“Fuck!” He grunted and pulled out of you, shooting hot spurts of cum on your hip and ass, painting you with white. You moaned at the feeling and his sweaty forehead fell back against your shoulder, as you both caught your breaths. “I’ll get you a towel, hang on.” “Mhm…” You didn’t have the capacity to answer, simply too blissed out. He left for what felt like a second with a damp towel and began cleaning you up. You turned to your back, when he threw the towel on the ground and settled next to you, drawing lazy circles on your stomach, goosebumps appearing, where his fingers traveled.

“You know, I, uh… I really didn’t want you to leave the last time.” He said slowly. You turned to face him and was surprised at the softness and shyness that graced his features. “I thought that was just your… M.O.” You replied, equally as soft. He shook his head and kissed your shoulder. “Maybe it used to be. I, uh, yeah… I’ve had a thing for you for a while.” He confessed. “What?” “Yeah. Ask Bucky, he’s about to explode with my Y/N this and Y/N that.” He chuckled. “I felt ridiculously lucky to have you in my bed that night, especially since it was a first for you… And when I woke up alone the next morning, I just… Yeah.” You could feel the disappointment seep from him and instantly felt guilty. “I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have a thing for you, too, you know.” You smiled. “I… I was scared. Your reputation does exceed you, Steve. I was sure I was going to be another virgin, you’d added to the collection, and when I saw you wear my ring…” “It’s a purity ring, right?” He asked. You nodded and slowly removed it from your finger. The music from the party had changed to a slow How can you mend a broken heart by Al Green, which seemed fitting for the moment, and you slid the ring back on Steve’s pinky. “We can make it a promise ring instead.” “Oh?” He looked down at it with the softest eyes, you had ever seen. It was like you had given him the most precious thing on earth. “Mhm. A promise that I won’t run out on you again, and that I wasn’t just another piece to your collection.” “I’ve never even been with a virgin before you.” Your eyes widened. “But… Julia said…” “Julia Becker?” He laughed and cupped your face, kissing your nose. “She’s just angry I didn’t want her. I promise you, my reputation is literally just rumors. I don’t want or need anyone else.” You sighed – an invisible weight had been lifted from your shoulders, a weight, you didn’t even know you carried around. “So… You want to stay here?” He asked, kissing you again. “What about the party?” “Fuck the party. I honestly don’t give a shit about it. I’ve got you, right?” He asked earnestly. “Yeah, you got me.”

 When you came into the kitchen the next morning, wearing Steve’s t-shirt (that fit you sort of like a dress, that giant man) and your hand secured in his, both of you smiling like idiots, Bucky and Sam both gaped at you, before Bucky hit Sam on the arm.

“I told you it was Y/N!” “But… She has taste, Buck. Steve is not taste, Steve is… Unsalted peanuts.” Steve rolled his eyes. “Fuck you too, Sam. Anybody making coffee, or does my girl have to go without her morning dose of brain-juice?” You grinned. “Y/N, have you been brainwashed?” Bucky asked with a sly grin. “Shut the fuck up, Barnes.” Steve grunted, but you could feel the pride rolling off of Steve as he pulled you tightly. “Seriously, does he have something on you to force you into this? Is he calling you something that you don’t want to get out?” Bucky scrunched up his nose. “Because I literally can’t understand what you are doing with that jerk.” Steve shrugged and winked at you. “Well, she calls me daddy, so…”

You both laughed at the boys gagging.

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I’m on the hunt today 😭 I got way too much free time during spring break. Do you happen to know any college black reader! x frat boy! Chris evans fic recommendations? sorry if it’s too specific , I’ve recently discovered that I’m into the whole cocky but sweet college Chris evans idea.

Off the top of my head I’d check @afriendlyblackhottie’s masterlist!!

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[midnxghtsunwrites]

STUFFED | 18+

PAIRING —

chris evans x black reader

SUMMARY —

all throughout dinner, chris was being his beefy, annoying, fine ass white frat boy self with that muscle top and backwards cap and tattoos and muscles on display... maaaaaaaaaaaan, fuck him. literally.

WARNINGS —

18+ smut (of course), penetration without protection ( remember y'all, no glove, no love ) , oral (female receiving), over stimulation, dirty talk, slight praise kink, a peck of aftercare

NOTES —

this headcanon is based on a pic i saw on twitter lmfaoooooooooooo plus chris and his weekly thirst trap. also this video on twitter — don't open the link around people lmfaooo. i do not own this gif of chris!

also y'all, feel free to request headcanons or imagine, etc. i'd be glad to write for you! <33

( not my gif )

you have had it up to 📈 here with chris and his annoying self

since this year's thanksgiving is significantly different from last year, you'd gathered with chris, scott, their mom and sisters and your parents who'd been quarantined for two weeks in preparation for tonight

you don't know who gave him the damn right to be walking (well, sitting) around looking this buff and cuddly

everyone who didn't live with you and chris (and scott at the moment) took extra precautions by wearing masks whenever they're not eating

you deadass paid attention to nothing but chris's meaty arms whenever he stretched into the center of the table and a vein popped

or whenever he would swing an arm to rest behind your seat when he was finished eating and engaging in dinner conversation with your parents

the night was chill and laid back — you didn't even feel like dressing up too much

and then chris just HAD TO WEAR THE MUSCLETOP

he didn't put the cap back on until everybody scattered from the dinner table

and damn, were you trying to not jump him

it was when everybody left and scott retreated to his room that things started to go down

it was late as hell and you were making your night-time mint tea

he walked into the kitchen with an empty glass of water

"you want some tea, babe?" you'd asked him

your back was turned to him so you didn't see when he put the glass in the sink and approach you, a slick smirk on his face

"im good. but i could go for something else." he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you back into him

next thing you know, you're laid on the bed, buck ass naked, your back against his chest and his fingers rubbing on your soaked clit

he'd already given you two orgasms with his tongue, now he's going for a third with his fingers

he has one hand wrapped around your throat, craning your neck back to meet his lips

he groans against your lips, "c'mon, baby... i know you got some more left in you. there you go."

this man has you shaking like a major earthquake is ramming through you

luckily, scott's room is on the other side of chris's boston home — cause the way you're screaming is loud enough to wake just about anybody up

"fuck!" you ride out your orgasm against his naked body, his erection pressing up against the small of your back

"good job, sweetheart." he moans at the sight of you — your eyes flutter closed and you take your bottom lip into your mouth, "think we can go for four?"

you can't even open your mouth to answer so you just hum and nod, slowly but eagerly

he slips into your wet cunt without problem — you're so slick that he lets out a pleased grunt, savoring in your warmth

with one hand still around your throat and the other rubbing your clit, you both release loud moans

"fucking hell, baby, you're so fucking wet..."

at his words, you can't help but grind back against him, his hips snapping up into you and your ass pushing against him

chris is so lost in the pleasure of chasing his orgasm that he moves his fingers from your clit and grabs and squeezes your breast, pinching your nipples

he's so deep in you that when you close your eyes, you see stars

your skin is layered in sweat, sweat that chris has no problem dragging his tongue along

he grunts into your ear, "come on, baby, i know you can give me another one."

the pleasure is insane

and yes, you can give him another one

and you do — your body seizing and tears running down your face

but that's not where it ends

even when you're shaking from your sudden high, chris is still snapping his hips into you

"wait wait wait" you reach a hand back and press against his stomach, making him pause immediately — he knows your limits

you gulp, finally able to catch your breath as he peppers kisses up and down your neck

"you okay?" he asks you, sweetly, gingerly running a hand over your skin

he massages your breasts to soothe the soreness from the grip he had on you

you take a moment to calm your breathing, chris rocking in you slowly, sending a shockwave of pleasure through you

"you're alright, y/n, i gotchu. it's okay, i'm here."

WHEW HIS VOICE WHEN HE SAYS THAT TO YOU

you allow yourself fifteen seconds before you finally nod your head and crane your neck back to kiss him, "i'm good."

that's his signal to keep doing what he was doing — but harder and faster

the hand that was around your throat intertwines with your fingers as he thrusts into you with no remorse

the pleasure is OVERWHELMING with how sensitive your bud is

his manhood throbs inside of you as he feels his orgasm approach

now it's his mission to get you to get a fifth orgasm

"you like when i fuck you like this, baby?" he moans into your ear, "can feel my dick deep in this pussy?"

"fuuuuuuu —" you whimper as chris fucks you relentlessly, "i'm gonna cum, chris!"

your words didn't even come out as words, just nonsensical mush — your eyes cross and your entire body heats up

with your free hand, you grip the sheets and the edge of the bed, your body becoming numb

it's a satisfying twinge that shocks you — like when your foot falls asleep, pins and needles all over your body

your pussy clenches around your boyfriend's dick

chris moans in your ear, his orgasm washing over him — he pumps his cum into you, a shudder rambling down his spine and his manhood releasing spastic twitches

you're practically useless as your head drops on the pillow, limp and exhausted

your body seems to move on its own accord — gyrating against him to ride out your insane high

chris pulls out and runs a hand over your thigh — trying to calm you down

"good job, baby," he says, soothingly, "you did so good for me. you're amazing, you know that?"

you can only allow a small snort to escape you as you lean back into him as best you can

"how 'bout i set you a bath and bring your tea up?"

"yes please." you huff out, eagerly

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[sylvie-writes]

Evans Family Christmas

pairing: chris evans x reader ft. Dodger hehe

requests: I need all the ugly Christmas sweaters, hot cocoa, Christmas cookies, everything in my life with the avengers or with Chris and his family 🥺 -anon

2. Just imagine that you and Chris are spending your first Christmas together and you’re decorating cookies and singing Christmas songs together and dancing around the living room with the fireplace going and of course hanging a stocking for Dodger. @aubreeskailynn​

warnings: just chris being the dirty minded man that he is

word count: 2,079

author’s note: pardon any mistakes! this is also for @fangirlovestuff​‘s birthday challenge! I’m so sorry for the long wait :(

challenge prompt: 25. that couple where one cooks and the other can’t cook for shit

PART OF MY CHRISTMAS CELEBRATION (check the tag for the masterlist)

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From your spot in the kitchen, you could hear the deep chuckle of the man you have loved for the past two years. He was currently on the phone with his mother who you assumed was inviting you both to the annual Evans’ family Christmas get together.

Chris rushed into the kitchen a giddy smile on his adorable face and fists excitedly curled into his chest like a small child. You didn’t even need to hear the words spill from his mouth to confirm your suspicions that the two of you were, in fact, going to the party.

One who cared for Chris as much as you did, could easily tell that the bright grin on his lips was the genuine one he sported when around his family. A career such as his, made time with family limited and you were always more than happy to go along to any event with Chris’s family. Even if that meant you’d see them once a year or twice a week.

The Evans family truly lived it up on the holidays, something definitely instilled in your boyfriend who acted like a frat boy at parties. (You have many videos of him being the happy drunk that he is, to say so.)

With this being your first Evans Christmas, Chris literally went all out once his mother called him that week before. You were unaware of this until an ugly Christmas sweater was laying out on your side of the bed just the day before Christmas. As you had been working all day, Chris had run out to accomplish some errands but you had no clue it actually meant this. With a small giggle, you decided to amuse yourself and try on the sweater. The sweater itself looked like it had been pulled straight out of any cheesy 90’s holiday movie you could imagine. Decked in lights attached to a battery pack and lots of gaudy tinsel, the sweater was the literal embodiment of any office Christmas party attire. Even the Grinch would have turned his head at all of the very questionable, yet somehow eye catching, components of the knit top.

You decided to venture down the stairs in the sweater to surprise Chris, but oh how the tables had turned. Instead of surprising the man, he shocked you first and not for a good reason. Jaw half dropped, you slowly walked into the mess of a kitchen. Various cookie making ingredients spilled among the counter and you found the culprit’s back turned your way. His entire black sweater was covered in flour and somehow even the back of it. At the mess you let out a tiny, but very audible, shriek causing the man to cautiously turn.

A nervous smile graced his lips and he held up two mugs of hot cocoa.

“Heh heh. Your sweater looks nice, honey...” There was no sign of amusement on your face, and you just horridly stared at the colossal snow storm of flour in the kitchen. “...hot cocoa?”

You just slowly turned your head in his direction and if an eye can invisibly twitch, then yours was doing so. An insane chuckle left your mouth and you just walked closer, snatching the mug from him. The last thing you wanted to do was clean this damn kitchen, especially after a long day at work. You loved Chris, but that man never followed through with things. Of course it wasn't intentional, but if you did wait for him to do said things, they’d never get done in a timely manner.

A timer sounded from the oven breaking your small staring contest with the man who nervously gulped from time to time as you were yet to say a word since entering the kitchen.

“Sounds like your cookies are done, lover boy.” You turned on your heel heading to the living room, but not without looking over your shoulder to utter a quip.

“Wouldn’t want to burn those things. Especially after the mess you’re going to have to clean all by yourself.”

Chris knew you were teasing, as confirmed by the discreet wink, and he just shrugged his shoulders, laughing. He had already planned on cleaning the kitchen, but this time he actually meant it.

An hour later, Chris joined you on the couch, a plate of decorated cookies in hand. He threw an arm around your shoulder and kissed your forehead. You decided to take a cookie and hummed in approval when the sugar dissipated on your tongue.

“My, my, Chris Evans. If you weren’t an actor, I’d say you could become a baker!”

In thanks, he once again kissed you, but this time on the forehead, making you crinkle your nose a bit. A few seconds of silence passed before he spoke again.

“I see you found the sweater. Do ya like it?”

You looked up at him with a dazzling smile and pecked his lips.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

Against the plush lips of the man you murmured, “I hate to ruin the moment, but is the kitchen clean?”

Chris pulled back with a deep chuckle that seemingly lasted for minutes. He tried to speak between the choppy laughter, but failed and instead gave you a simple nod of his head. Leaving the man to his giggles, you quickly snuck off and then rushed back into the room in no time as Chris was finally ceasing his howling.

Arms secretly folded behind your back and a large, corny grin on your face, Chris’s eyebrows raised in suspicion. He cautiously reached out to pull you closer to him, pretty much to the point where you dropped to sit on his lap.

Once seated, you brought your arms around to your own lap and opened the glittery Christmas gift bag. Just as you were about to pull the final piece of tissue paper from the sack, you called Dodger who loyally came running in from the next room. At the point Chris was so utterly confused that he wasn't even aware Dodger had joined you both. Although, the man did wear a smirk that was borderline concerning.

The pup then curled up next to you on the couch after venturing in. Finally, you started to rummage through the gift bag, revealing its contents that had suspense looming in the air for a good while. Honestly, as you pulled out a beautifully embroidered stocking, which was for Dodger, Chris released a shaky breath that he had been unknowingly holding in.

You turned to see his reaction and instead started laughing at his tremendously cherry red cheeks. His smirk had also dropped and he now partly resembled a sad puppy. Even though he looked downcast, you could spy a sea of playfulness in his eyes.

“Oh my gosh, babe! Why are you so red?” It was now your turn to try and talk in between laughs.  

Chris shook his head in a manner of disappointment, dramatically sucking in air and widening his eyes as one would do when traumatized.

“Let’s just say I had assumed there would be stockings in that bag, but...not that kind.” His ears were all red now and the two of you were cackling loudly, causing Dodger to leave the room.

“You dirty man! I swear for a few seconds I thought I was looking at Clifford the Dog!” you continued to tease him for a good five minutes and Chris just accepted it until a feel-good, Christmas classic came on the radio and he scooped you up.

For a quick second you squealed in shock, but then the man set you down on the floor in the middle of the living room. He held out a hand and you accepted it.

Of all the songs that could have graced the radio, it had to be Mariah Carey’s All I Want For Christmas Is You. Thank the heavens the blinds on the windows to the house were shut or the whole neighborhood would have seen you and Chris dancing like fools. The two of you energetically bounced around the living room. Your hair was flailing around as Chris’s arms madly waved up and down. Off key singing resounded from the you both and poor Dodger became the unsuspecting victim to the horrid sounds. Regardless that he was all the way in another room.

From then on, you and Chris spent the rest of Christmas Eve alternating between decorating cookies and doing some Christmas themed karaoke. The night ultimately ended when the both of you crashed from your sugar highs on the couch, not even waking until Dodger came and nudged you in the face, annoyed.

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Christmas morning came quick and unfortunately that meant both you and Chris had to be up bright and early for the party at his parents house. It had been a good couple of months since you’d seen them all last.

After a couple of groans and tossing around, you managed to find the legs to leave the bed as Chris did the same. The two of you went your separate ways and did the necessary tasks before you later met at the front door. You and Chris both had your ugly sweaters on, even Dodger had one on as he was coming along too. In your hand, you held a bin of the cookies from the night before and in the other you held dodger’s leash as he practically pulled you out the door. Chris, who was chuckling at the dog’s excitement, trailed behind with the many gifts for his family members.

The Evans clan greeted you both with open arms, quite literally, as you were engulfed by all of his siblings at once. Poor Dodger was thrown into the mix and got a bit squished, but he enjoyed the embrace nonetheless.

As soon as you and Chris stepped foot into the house and the door shut behind you, Chris’s sisters ushered you into the kitchen where you just looked back to your boyfriend who gave you a thumbs up and a cheesy grin. Little did you know that you were about to learn the most sacred thing about the family, which is their gingerbread recipe. For a good couple of hours, you chatted with the ladies and helped tediously decorate gingerbread while Chris and the guys were in the other room. Occasionally he’d pass by and steal some cookies to which you’d smack him. The man would quickly retract his hand and like a child in a cookie jar, he’d dash away, but not before placing a kiss to the crown of your head.

Once dinner was served, everyone sat around the table, quieted down, stomachs full and feeling a food coma from the endless amount of servings. You and Chris managed to fight the urge to rest and instead collected dishes to wash. Just as you started scrubbing the dirtied plate Chris had handed you, he nudged your hip with his own. In confusion you turned to the man who motioned for you to look up.

Resting above your heads was a tiny piece of mistletoe, delicately hanging by a little silk ribbon. You lowered your gaze back to the man who had turned and now placed his hands on your hips. Pulling you flush against his chest, Chris kissed you deeply, prompting you to wrap your arms around his neck. Suddenly, you heard some cheering and could feel a protruding smile on Chris’s lips. Looking towards the direction of the sound, you saw the shutters on the kitchen pass through open, allowing everyone in the dining room to peek in.

“I was just about to give you guys some more dishes, but I should’ve known you both were up to no good. Thankfully your niece and nephews are in the other room!” Scott then set down the dishes and dramatically shut the mini doors making both you and Chris laugh.

“I’m hoping you won’t remember your first Evans’ Christmas for this.” Chris still had his arms wrapped around your waist and smiled down on you with a glimmer of hope.

Letting out a breathy laugh, you replied, “You and I both know I will, but hopefully there will be plenty more of these to come.” With that, you trailed your fingers up to his hair and gently tussled the locks, earning yourself a soft kiss on the temple from the satisfied man.

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[smediumsmeatbae]

Hands Like Water

PAIRING: Chris Evans X Reader

SUMMARY: Chris shows you what hes learned on the piano

WORDS: 245

WARNINGS: None

A/N: After I saw my favorite Boston boy on the piano, I had to write this little drabble! Hope you enjoy! :) 

As always, please do not share this work outside of Tumblr without my express written permission. 

Tags will be in the reblog. 

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His hands moved like water over the piano, the fluid motions bringing the black and white keys to life. You sat just behind the phone as he was recording, just watching. Mesmerized.

His hands were always one of the things that you found so attractive about him. They showed so much about him- strength and tenderness. The same hands that could crack open a few beers and play football with the boys were the same hands that pushed tendrils of hair behind your ears as he gently kissed you, that would hold your body close to his when he made love to you. 

He could be a frat boy meatball or the maestro of your dreams, all within the touch of his fingertips. 

He stopped playing and looked up at you with a shy smile, as if requesting an impromptu review. You hummed your approval and nodded your head, the pride on your face evident. He had gotten better since the last time you had listened to him play. 

"It's not much but I'll get there." His boyish grin looking at you. 

"No, Christopher. It's great, really." 

Once more proving their worth, his hands cradled your small ones in his, kissing the top of your knuckle. You felt heat rush to your face and in your belly as his magnetic blue eyes pierced through you. Leaning in closer, Chris took the queue and reached out, pulling your body towards his. 

"Let's go to bed, sweetheart."

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Pretty Boy

pairing: Frat!Chris Evans x Girlfriend!Reader

summary: Chris can’t help but drop everything to go see his precious princess, even if it means ditching his frat parties in the process. Once again taking the role of a lovesick puppy, (requested by @fallon-carrington123)

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‘should I text him?’ Y/n thought rolling about on her bed, her lips pouted out at the thought of her boyfriend Chris. She’d seen him this morning since he slept over last night, and the night before that, she was already missing the hell outta him. It was only this morning that he’d kissed all over her body to wake her up, whispering filthy things into her ear to fluster her. “You belong right here, on top of your man”

Today he was out with the rest of his frat brothers, going out shopping and going to eat at their usual restaurant.

“There’s no harm in texting him, yes, i’ll just do that” Y/n said to herself, grabbing her phone from her bedside table, snuggling deeper into his college hoodie she was wearing.

Y/n: Missin you so much baby boo, what time will you be home?”

Laughing and drinking beer with the others Chris picked up his phone and felt his heart quicken at her text. Instantly putting bills onto the table, putting his cap back on and grabbing his car keys from the table. The other brothers looking up at him confused, they’d only just finished eating?

“Woah where you going man?” Josh asked,

“Y/n texted so i’m gonna go back n' see if she’s alright”

“Bro you’re so whipped, what a simp. What happened to bros before hoes?” Brian said from down the other side of the table, the other guys cackling and hitting their chest from the amount of laughter.

“Haha, keep laughin it up, wait till y’all are in a relationship with a hot, sexy, caring and loving woman like Y/n. That’s right I said sexy, cause my woman is fine as fuck and you’re all just jealous” Chris snarked back flipping Josh’s hat backwards jokingly before leaving the restaurant hearing their shouts of excuses for being single.

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“Chris what are you doing heree?” Y/n said now feeling shy leaning onto her dorm door, her frat boyfriend just smiled at her and picked her up, closed the door with his foot and set her down gently onto her cotton sheets.

“Gah you smell so good bubby, jus wanna eat you all up” He growled nuzzling his head into her neck, feeling her fingers play with the hairs on his nape. “Thought you was out with the guys today huh?”

“I mean I was, but then I saw your text and I just can’t let my baby stay here all alone can I?” He pouted placing a small kiss to the corner of her lips before standing up straight and removing his football jacket, leaving him in a tight black t-shirt and some grey sweats. “Well come on in then” She said wiggling her eyebrows at him.

Y/n giggled lifting up the blanket and opening up her arms, a big groan leaving her as Chris practically jumped on top of her and shimmied up the massive hoodie she was wearing. Yes they were extremely close squished. If anything Y/n treasured the fact that she had managed to turn a campus frat boy into a committed man so quickly; it’s actually sickening how much they’re into each other.

“Can you even breathe in there pretty boy?”

Y/n asked peeking down the shirt, seeing Chris sloppily kiss the top of her breasts, his hands fondling her hardened nipples. “Don’t need to breathe baby, trust me” He sighed kissing her chest once more before just setting his head down onto it and slowly closing his eyes.

“Ya can’t sleep in there babe, come outta there” Scoffing Chris pulled his head out, his hair sticking in all sorts of directions leading Y/n to comb it back with her hands, accompanied with a peck onto Chris’ forehead.

“Are you tired bab? Cause I am” Chris said sitting upright suddenly and throwing his shirt to the floor, Y/n’s hands immediately went up feeling her man’s body, a smirk making its way onto his face as he noticed her gawking look.

“You tired yeah?” Chris asked again, this time cupping her cheeks and kissing her squished lips cutely, Y/n nodded in his hands pulling up the covers over them both as she cuddled on top of him.

“Now isn’t this a bit unfair? I’m more naked than you are” Chris groaned pulling back a bit,

“But what if I get cold?” Y/n snarked back giving him a side glare as she felt his hands holding onto the hem of his hoodie she was wearing. “Then you’ve got me baby, come n' get some of your mans very own natural body heat”

“You’re so stupid” Y/n chuckled letting him take off her hoodie with a sly smirk on his face, his eyes clearly trained on newly exposed flesh. “Oi eyes up here mister”

“I know and you have lovely eyes my love, as well as beautiful tits, and a sweet pus-“

“Chris jus go to sleep already n’ stop teasing me ya meanie”

“Awk i’m sorry baby, ya know I love love love you don’t ya?” Kisses were being thrown everywhere from her shoulders to her neck, to her jaw and finally to her lips. Her creased brows falling relaxed once she felt how soft his lips were against hers, his fingers threading through her hair as his tongue dominantly played with hers.

Reminding her of the times he’d show up out of nowhere at her lecture halls and just pull her into a tiny corner, smashing his lips onto hers until they couldn’t breathe or were told off.

Or the time when they had their first argument and Chris stood outside her window with a big poem proclaiming his love for her, his frat brothers holding up an ‘I’m sorry’ sign behind him. PDA was definitely a major part of their relationship, not because they wanted to show off, but because they simply could not keep their hands off each other.

“I know you do, I love love love you too”

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Superbowl Pregame Pregame

↳PARING:  Chris Evans x Black!Reader

↳WARNINGS: fluff, touchy feely Chris, rude fangirls

↳WORD COUNT: 1939

↳AUTHOR’S NOTE:  Another one shot brought over from my old page.  I have an obsession with Daddy!Chris and Pregnant!Reader apparently.

↳BETA: @titty-teetee​

It was Superbowl weekend and you and your husband, Chris, and the accessory that was about done baking in your belly, had made it to Texas.  You were nearing your due date —2 more weeks— and you wanted to get one last hurrah in.  Especially your amazing husband of two years.

He had been driving himself, and you, crazy in preparation for the arrival of your baby girl.  So you had arranged for your husband to be in attendance for this game.  Since his team had made it to the game of the year.

Again…

As much as you hated it when he fanboyed over the Patriots, you knew that, since your team hadn’t been to the Superbowl since the nineties,  this would bring him joy.   You were trying not to be salty by the whole thing, because insult to injury, the damn Patriots were playing in your team’s stadium.

But since you loved this man more than life itself, you put your pride aside (this time) and offered to help him relax.

The game was just two days away, so a buddy of his from Boston, who now resided in Texas, invited the two of you over to his place for a pregame pregame Superbowl party

So, here the two of you were.  Your husband incognito in a pair of blue jeans, dark brown t-shirt underneath a dark blue flannel, and that damn NASA cap, that you told him that he would one day find in the fireplace of your home back in Boston, secured on his head.  You were dressed in jeans that actually fit your thick thighs, wide set of hips, and ever expanding belly, along with one of your husband’s shirts.  Being that you were in the last trimester of your pregnancy, you had grown accustomed to wearing Chris’s clothes.  It gave you a sense of comfort and it smelled exactly like him.  You were also wearing a cap of your own.  Even if your team did not make it to the big game, you had to represent and show your love and support.

From your corner, sipping on your lemonade and club soda mix —the only thing your daughter would allow you to drink— you watched your husband in his element.  Chris, being the goofy frat boy he is, was playing a game of beer-pong with Troy, his buddy from back home, sipping on his now third or fourth beer.  He had thrown his head back in laughter, and it made your heart swell.  Definitely worth the agony of watching the Patriots in another Superbowl.

Chris then looked over at you, giving you a wink.  You smiled, giving him a small wave with the hand that was resting on your belly.  He then beckoned you over with the crook of his index finger.

You shook your head, waddling your way over to the game table.  “Yes, my dear, you summoned?”

He threw an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close, before leaning down and whispering in your ear.  “You alright?”

“I’m good.”

He pulled back, his blue eyes looking down into yours.  “You sure?”  He released your shoulder, splaying his large hand across your belly.  “How’s my baby girl?”  And at the sound of his voice, the little girl inside you kicked.  

“She’s fine.” You placed your hand against his.  “Moving a lot more now that she hears your voice.”  You went to move his hand to the side of your stomach where her foot was steady pushing.

It never failed, no matter how many times, Chris felt her moving, it was always the first time for him.

“Already a daddy’s girl.”

“That,” she kicked again, “she is.”

Chris smirked, leaning down to press a kiss to your mouth.  You could taste the beer on his cold lips.  And in that moment your daughter shifted slightly, setting herself directly on your bladder.

You groaned, pulling away from your husband.  “I need a bathroom.”

“Everything alright?”  You saw panic in his eyes.  The same panic he had when he was trying to assemble your daughter’s crib.

You giggled, brushing your hand across his fully formed beard.  “Babe, I’m fine.  Your daughter is just sitting on my bladder.”

Chris gave a small chuckle, leaning over to ask Troy for a bathroom.  You watched as Troy gave your husband directions that you couldn’t hear over the music.  Chris then turned back to you.

“Upstairs.  First door on the left.”  He told you.  “You want me to go with you?”

You shook your head.  “No, I can handle it.  You enjoy your time.”  You stood on your tiptoes, giving Chris another kiss, as he reached down to give your ass a small squeeze.

You giggled, pulling yourself away, as he playfully rolled his eyes at your cap, going to flick it off your head.  But you were quick on your reflexes, smacking his hand away, fixing the hat, and reaching out to twist his left nipple.

He yelped, laughing and rubbing the sore spot on his chest.  To add insult to injury, holding the cap firmly down on your head, you stuck your tongue out at your husband, before retreating from his sight.

Minutes later, you returned downstairs back to the party, your bladder now empty.  The music, 90s hip hop, blared on the surround sound speakers.  You stifled a giggle, looking over at your husband, still very frat boy like, dancing completely off rhythm, to the music.  Your hand immediately went to your belly, as you prayed that your daughter would not have her father’s rhythm. 

That moment was short-lived when your eyes scanned the small crowd of people at the party, and landed on two giggling girls.  One, blonde.  One, brunette.  The brunette had her craptastically bedazzled smart phone out and pointed directly at Chris, who was still dancing, oblivious to the fact that he was being filmed.

Ugh.  This was supposed to be relaxing.

You eyed the giggle twins for a few more seconds, before deciding you had had enough, and you needed to interfere.

Hand on belly, you waddled up to both girls, tapping Miss Brunette on the shoulder.  She turned around, eyes immediately going wide, as she quickly nudged her friend.

You swallowed down what was inevitable and posted a smile on your face.  The smile that got you the cover of ESSENCE and PEOPLE’s magazine two years in a row.  “Excuse me, ladies,”

“Oh my God.”  The blonde squealed, cutting you off.  “Do you know who you are?”  She questioned, running her hand through her hair. “Obviously, you know who you are, duh.”  She giggled, and you immediately knew that she was on the tipsy side.  And then she had the nerve to ask, “can I get a selfie?”

You took in a deep breath, one hand on your hip, the other fixing your Dallas Cowboys cap on your head.  You wanted to tell those girls off, but you needed to be civilized.  Also, the stress wasn’t good for you.  “Ladies, I don’t mean to be rude, but this is not the time nor the place, okay.  We just wanted to relax and have a good time with friends.  Could you just put your phones down, please?”

The smile that the blondie had, had quickly disappeared, and replaced with a botoxed looking frown.  “Um, I don’t mean to be rude, but who died and made you the phone police.”  She screeched, and her buxom, brunette haired friend, giggled.

Okay, so I guess being nice was not going to work.  You thought to yourself.  “Well, you are filming my husband without his permission.  So, if that makes me the phone police, then so be it.”

“Well,” the brunette stepped in, glaring, “it’s a free country.  We can do whatever the hell we want.”

“Right.”  Blondie agreed.

Again, you took in a deep breath, trying to count backwards.  These bitches were pushing your nerves.  “I’m not going to ask you again, ladies.  I’m being nice here.  Please, just put down your phone.”

The brunette rolled her eyes, and then decided to shove her phone in my face.  “There, how about you smile for the camera.”

Yep, you were done.  “Really?  Is that the way you want to play it?”  You went to reach out and destroy that piece of shit she calls a phone, when you were pulled back into a warm embrace.

“Baby, they are not worth it.”  You heard Chris whisper in your ear, slightly pulling you away from those girls.

“Is there a problem here?”  You turned your attention to Troy, who was now standing between the three of you

“T-Dogg,” the blonde, reached out to squeeze Troy’s bicep, “you didn’t tell us that you were friends with Captain America.”  She giggled softly, almost losing her balance.

Troy ran a hand across his face.  “Well, that’s something I don’t go shouting from the rooftops.”

“I would.”  The brunette then giggled herself.

“Of course you would.”  You sneered, rolling your eyes, and Chris squeezed your hip.

“Stop.”  With his arm still secure around you, Chris seethed in your ear.

“Look,” Troy began, “they’re not going to ask you for your footage, but since you have disrespected my house and my friends,” he pointed to the two of you, “I’m gonna ask you to leave.”

“Troy?!”  The blonde screeched, obviously not seeing that one coming.  

“Now, Lucy.”  He demanded.

The blonde, now known as, Lucy, scoffed and dragged her friend away.

Troy then turned around to you and Chris.  “Hey, I’m sorry, man.  I thought shit would be cool.”

“It’s fine, T-Dogg.”  Chris teased, patting his friend’s arm.  “Comes with the package.”

“It sucks though.”  Troy sympathized, looking directly at you, as you were still pretty pissed.

Chris shrugged. “Yeah, what are you gonna do!”

Troy just nodded, as he patted Chris’s back and walked away.

Chris sighed heavily, turning to face you, as he gave your shoulders a small squeeze.  “You need to calm down.  Those girls were not worth it, babe.”

You had your arms folded across your chest, as they sat comfortably on your high belly.  You then looked up into your husband’s beautiful steel blue eyes, and your anger melted away.  You sighed, placing your now unfolded hands on his biceps.  “Baby, I know.  It’s just, you’ve been so stressed with everything.  And you were having a good time, and those bitches ruined it.  Now, we both are gonna be on TMZ by tomorrow.”  You pouted.

“I love you.”  He looked down at you.  “Have I told you that today?”  He questioned, and you gave him a slight nod.  He pulled you closer to him, wrapping his strong arms around you.  “I am so in love with you, and I can never show you how grateful I am for you,” he kissed the top of your head.  “But I can’t ever relax or have a good time when I know you’re in trouble.  Especially, now,” he placed his hand on your belly, rubbing soothingly.  “You two are the most important people  in my life right now.  And my face on TMZ doesn’t fucking matter, okay.”

You snuggled closer to your husband, nodding your head into his chest.  

You looked back up at him and smiled.  “I love you too.”

“You better.”  He leaned forward, pressing his mouth to yours in a kiss.  “Come on,” he kissed you again, “let’s get you out of here.”

He wrapped his arms around your shoulder, and you wrapped your arms around his waist.  You told Troy you were heading out, and left the party to return to the luxury hotel you were staying in.

The Patriots ended up gaining another win under their belt that weekend, not to anyone’s surprise.  Although, it had been a very close call.  But the real surprise came following the game, as your water suddenly broke.

Chris got his second win of the night, or the next night, when you gave birth to your healthy baby girl, Christiana Rennée Evans.

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[slut4fatws]

Tickets to My Downfall

Chapter 1: Title Track

Frat Sebastian Stan x F! Reader

A/N: this is my very first Fanfiction so please go easy on me, but also feel free to give me feedback, it’s very much appreciated. Anyways I can not find a Frat Sebastian Stan fic anywhere so enjoy.

WARNING: alcohol, drugs, sexual themes, violence, swearing, everything a frat party would entail.

You had started college 2 months ago, of course you had heard about the frat parties and how they ended up partying from Friday morning and going all the way until early Monday morning. Your friends often found themselves there, spending every weekend night in the house.

That’s how you ended up here, nonstop, relentless peer pressure from your friends had convinced you to go. The smell of alcohol hit you like a wall as soon as you opened the door to the large house. You hadn’t missed the boys doing head bangers on the front lawn, and you definitely didn’t miss the giant sign on the front of the house that read: “21 to drink, 18 to sleep over.”

The bright flashing lights were the second thing to catch your attention, after the smell of alcohol. Your friends were laughing, excited for another weekend of non-stop drinking. The house was packed, wall to wall people, all yelling, laughing, and dancing to the loud music. A song you recognized, Summer by Calvin Harris.

Your friends, Alissa and Shania were grabbing your hand, dragging you along. Alissa had let you borrow a tight, neon pink, body con dress, you were extremely thankful. You knew the dress showed you off, you knew you looked beautiful.

You ended up at the Dining Room where four Beer Pong tables were going, guys, who you assumed were apart of the frat were busy playing. You recognized one of the boys, Chris, Chris Evans. He played small forward for the colleges basketball team, and he was actually good.

You watched as Chris bursted out laughing at something the man next to him whispered to him, the man next to him was darker skinned, had large pecks and biceps. It must’ve been obvious you were staring as Shania leaned over. “That’s Anthony, plays Baseball for the team, best batter on the team.”

“Interesting” you spoke, your eyes landing on the beautiful man that played against Chris and Anthony.

He held the pong ball in his hand, the veins in his arms were incredibly defined, he wore a tight black t shirt and nice fitted jeans. You took a deep breath, watching as he ran a hand through his long brown hair, his bright blue eyes landed on you.

You immediately swallowed, looking away, hoping not to embarrass yourself more than you’re sure you already have. A bright blush on your cheeks. Your eyes, looked back to the mystery man.

His bright blue eyes started at you, a large smirk on his face before he put his attention back on the beer pong game in front of him, shooting the pong ball into a cup.

His eyes landed back on you, and you couldn’t but look away, knowing he was checking you out. You couldn’t help but wonder who he was, even what his name was.

“Come on, get lost Tom!” Your eyes landed back on the mystery man, who was now pushing the kid he was playing pong with away.

“Oi! Come on, Sebastian! One more game!” The kid had a British accent and you couldn’t help but giggle at the scene. Eventually, the kid, Tom walked away, almost pouting at the fact he was kicked off the pong tables.

“Hey” your eyes landed on Sebastian, who still stood at the beer pong table. “Want to come play?”

You bit your lip, looking for your friends, who seemed to have disappeared into the crowd somewhere. You looked back at the man, Sebastian, who held out a pong ball for you. You shrugged your shoulders, letting a smile grow onto your face. “Sure, why not?”

Sebastian smirked, as you made your way up to him, taking your place at the pong table beside him. “What’s your name?”

“Y/n” you told him, looking him up and down. “What’s yours?”

“Sebastian.” He spoke, giving you a toothy grin, causing yourself to smile.

“Well, nice to meet you, Sebastian” you spoke, smiling and holding out your hand which he happily took, a giant smile on his face.

“Nice to meet you as well, Y/N. Now, shall we kick their asses?” Sebastian spoke, nodding his head towards Chris and Anthony, causing you to giggle.

“Yes, I think we should.” You took the pong ball he offered you up, aiming and shooting.

Luckily, the pong ball landed in one of the six cups, and you let out a large smile as Sebastian patted you on the back. “Atta girl.”

You bit your lip, feeling a instant blush come to your cheeks. You and Sebastian spent the whole night flirting back and forth at the pong table, checking your phone and seeing the time: ‘2:00am’.

“Hey! Who’s the slut?” Your head and body had never spun so fast, as did Sebastian. The two of you looked to see a younger guy, he looked at you with absolute disgust and you felt sick to your stomach, you wanted to cry, you had never felt so embarrassed before.

“The fuck did you just say, kid?” Sebastians words left his mouth, they were covered in anger and venom and you looked up at the man beside you.

“Come on, look at her.” You bit your lip, tucking your hair behind your ear, before your eyes landed on the ground they landed on Sebastian who was already moving to the stranger.

Your eyes widened as you watched Sebastian grab the front of the kids t-shirt, pulling him forward and sending his fist into the side of his face. You watched as the kid stumbled forward, before landing on the ground, face first.

You quickly made your way to Sebastian, gently, setting your hand on his shoulder. “Hey, it’s okay, I-I wasn’t too worried.”

Sebastian looked down at you nodding, you grabbed his hand, a small smile on your lips, watching as one had begun to grow on his face before quickly being interrupted.

“COPS!” You spun around, looking out the front window, where bright red and blue lights were flashing. You looked back to Sebastian, who looked annoyed at the situation.

You grabbed his other hand, causing his attention to land back on you, an eyebrow raised. “I’m not twenty one”

Sebastians eyebrows furrowed before his eyes widened, before he could say anything Shania and Alissas hands grabbing yours from Sebastian, their eyes both wide. “Sorry to break this up!”

“But we have got to go!” Alissa spoke, fear in her voice as you turned to look back to Sebastian, who had another smile on his face.

“I’ll see you later?” Sebastian offered, taking a sip from the beer in his hand.

“Yes, of course!” You spoke, before you were busy, being dragged off and away from him.

“Wait! What’s your number!” Sebastian yelled out as the girls dragged you out the back door.

“You’ll see me around!” You yelled back before the three of you snuck out the back door, running through yards to get back to the doors.

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[maisondenachtai]

Hell Hath No Fury (Two-Shot)

Pairing: Frat!Chris Evans x Soro!Jealous!Black!Reader Warnings: no real warnings for this one, next one be on the look out. mentions of roughness...maybe considered dark! Summary: Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do. (Author’s Note: This was written for @jtargaryen18​’s 30 Days of Chris! This was pretty much an idea that I blurted onto the paper so it’s not the best and I didn’t proofread it. lol....enjoy! Join the taglist gang!)

                 It was frat night at Jimmy’s. You knew that. Your girls knew that. Everyone within a 20-mile radius of the university knew that. Crowds over 30 avoided this night, for girls not quite of age it was the most important night to have a fake ID and the worst night to get turned away. For your girls it was a time to get plastered and mix with the frat boys. For you…well…you were there for other reasons.

               Walking into a bar always gave you a rush, especially a bar like Jimmy’s. As you pushed the door opened, two bells rung like signals making everyone turn to look at you and your friends. You smiled quickly scanning the crowd and found that your reason for coming to the bar was leaning against the bar, beer tilted to his lips, girl on the side of him, friends around him. You made sure to catch the eye of his friend, Sean, smiling as his eyes drifted down your body and then his hand went through his hair in an expression of exasperation. And when he nudged Gregory, pointing his beer in your direction, you moved from their eyeline before your reason could get a complete eyeful.

               You smirked as you made your way through the crowd, making sure to take the most indirect route to your destination, making sure that you were always at least half-way blocked by someone taller than you. Your smirk grew when you heard the tell-tale noises of Kappa Tau, the sound of yelling and glasses hitting the table louder than other noises in the bar letting you know that you were heading in the right direction. When you finally made it, you grinned as the men took you and your friends in and you sat on top of the table taking the nearest pint and drinking quite a bit of it.

“Hey.” Brody said, smirk on his face as you pulled the cup away from your mouth, wiping the remnants of the beer off of your mouth. “That was mine.”

“It’s mine now.” You grinned knowing that your smile could get you into and out of a lot of trouble. Brody rolled his eyes, smirk deepening showing the dimples in his tan cheeks. “What? Slumming it with us now? I thought you Zeta rolled with the Gammas, or…them.”

Zaria sat down making the boys around the bar make more room for her, “Well Chad said he wasn’t making an appearance tonight, and if Chad doesn’t come then Michael ain’t coming either. So it was either you doofuses or them.”

You smirked, running a finger down the side of Brody’s face. “And we much rather hang with you guys.”

“Oh really?” Brody sat back, looking up at you. “This have anything to do with why your boy is staring daggers at me right now?”

“I have no boy.” You shrugged, feigning ignorance even though you could feel the heat on the side of your body.

“Right.” Brody sat up again, leaning forward and tilting his head up so that your lips were nearly meeting. “Hey, I’m willing to play a part in whatever you’re trying to do-“ He said low enough for only you two to hear. “But you need to let me know.”

“He looking right now?” You asked him.

“Oh yeah.”

“Cool.” You kissed him then, placing your hands on either side of his face making sure that the kiss looked convincing. Your tongue maneuvered in and out of Brody’s mouth, ebbing and flowing with Brody’s tongue, and before parting you bit down on Brody’s lip making him chuckle.

“Fuck.” He said picking up his half drunken pint. “You really want trouble.”

               And trouble was heading towards you, you could tell because the crowd was moving, was parting for him. You could feel it when he got nearer to you, and felt the heat of his anger when he was standing just to the side of you.

“Y/n.” He said, gruffly.

You didn’t look up at him, still looking at Brody who was also ignoring him, sipping on his beer.

“Y/n.” He said a little louder.

You lazily turned your head, your hair brushing your back as it moved. “Chris. What’s up?”

“Let’s talk.” He said, placing his hands in his jeans. “Now.”

“She your property Evans?” Brody sat up, placing his pint down on the bar, sitting up and angling his body so that he was slightly in front of you.

“I wasn’t talking to you Michaels.” Chris said, eyes not moving from yours. You could tell he was clenching and unclenching his jaw, the vein in his neck was starting to bulge a little. “Come with me.” He simply said then, voice low. A warning.

“And if I say no?” You crossed your legs leaning back on the table, the latex of your dress readjusting itself around your curves. You didn’t miss how his eyes honed in on your legs, and then your body. When he met your eyes, you smirked.

He looked away then, mouth moving in what was no doubt a curse. “Y/n.”

“Chris.” You mimicked his tone, smirking at him and then sighed, sitting up again leaning towards him. “Listen, my twin is at the bar. It’s Christy, right? The fucking sophomore that dresses just like me. That wears her hair like mine, that is basically my fucking clone? Go back to that bitch and tell her Halloween is in two months and she needs to do me better.” You grinned as the boys and Zaria laughed.

Chris stepped towards you and you gulped a little, seeing how his eyes narrowed a little. You knew what that look meant and you were excited for it. “I’ll see you later.” He said nodding at you. He smirked then. “I like your dress.”

He walked away, crowd parting for him and then swallowing him. You took a deep breath, posture going from confident to hunched a little as you turned to Zaria. She shook her head, a cup to her lips. You grinned at her.

“Stage 2?” She said after a minute.

You nodded. “Stage 2.”

               Stage 2 was simple. Fuck with Chris.

               You leaned on the bar when you made it through the crowd, asking for two rum and cokes. You made sure your back was arched slightly, so the latex of your dress cupped your round ass just right. You turned your head slightly and found that you had a captive audience.

You looked at Sean, then Greg, and finally Chris who seemed to be getting more annoyed or angry, or both by the minute. You honed in on Christy who was still talking to Chris, who had already stopped listening to her.

“Hey.” You said, loud enough for Christy to hear you over the music and her own non-stop talking. She looked over, eyes slightly widening when she saw that it was you who was trying to get attention. She smiled then, pushing her hair behind her ears.

“It’s Crystal right?” You asked her, smiling innocently.

“Christy actually.” She said, voice smooth and soft.

You looked her over, smiling at her as she fidgeted when you met her eyes again, “You’re pretty. Do I know you from somewhere?”

You heard Chris suck his teeth, and saw him bring his drink, now a cup of something clear instead of the beer he was drinking. You pursed your lip as you made a show of really thinking about it. “Were you on homecoming court last year?”

She nodded smile bright on her face, “Yeah. I was Mrs. Freshman.”

You snapped, “That’s right! I remember saying that you were so pretty.” You could hear Zaria snickering back behind you and you nudged her discreetly. “Are you running again this year?”

She shrugged, “I don’t know. Do you think I could?”

You nodded, telling the truth this time. Although she was basically emulating you, you couldn’t deny that she was quite pretty. In fact, when you first saw her on Chris’s Instagram, it shook you that she was so pretty. You probably wouldn’t be going so hard if she wasn’t so pretty. It really grinded your gears. “I think you could and should. And you should get a move on. You’ve already lost a lot of time.”

“I’ll run then. What about you?” She asked, moving closer to you, completely forgetting Chris.

“Her? Of course, she is, what’s a drama queen without her crown?” Chris commented, making you look at him. He smirked then, knowing he caught you off guard.

“So rude. I’m not sure how you deal with him.” You smirked at Christy who laughed.

“He’s alright sometimes. I mean you’ve dealt with him. You know.” She shared a sisterly smile with you and you genuinely laughed. Your twin was alright. It was just too bad…

“You didn’t come here with friends? No offense Greg, Sean, but hanging out with these assholes must be boring.” You smiled at her, and then thanked the bartender when he brought your drinks over. You turned to Zaria. “This is Zaria, Zaria this is Cryst- Christy. Sorry babe.” You turned to her, smiling innocently.

“No, it’s okay. Hi Zaria.”

Zaria waved, smiling. “Hey girl. You look good, I swear I’ve seen that outfit before.”

You bit your lip to stop yourself from laughing. “Hey, what do you say you hang out with us tonight?”

Christy smiled, “Really…I mean, I came here to hang with Chris.”

You batted the air, looking at Chris quickly and loving the daggers he was staring at you. “He won’t mind. He doesn’t own you anyway. Hey, we might be able to find you another man tonight.” You smirked, getting on one side of her and Zaria took the other side, you guided her to an empty booth.

               You looked back at Chris, watching him with evil glee on your face as he watched you take his date away.

               For the past 15 minutes you had been listening to Zaria and Christy talk, sitting in the middle of them in the booth, your eyes only on Chris who was staring at you as well. He had not moved from the spot at the bar, his position giving him a straight unfiltered view of you. You circled the rim of your glass that had long been empty, watching him with lowered eyes. He brought his drink up to his lips, only nodding at something that Sean told him.

               You sat back a little, raising your head in defiance. You looked towards Christy, who was smiling as Zaria told her a story about a horrible professor she once had. When you looked back, you saw that Chris had looked at Christy as well and now was turning his head back towards you. You tilted your head a little, mouth turning up when he rolled his eyes.

“She’s cute.” You mouthed.

He sat the glass down, and stood upright. “Come here.” He mouthed back.

You shook your head, thrill running through your body when he stretched his neck, knowing if you were closer to him you would have heard that satisfying pop. When he focused on you again, he mouthed. “You’re driving me up the fucking wall.”

You laughed then.

Christy turned towards you, mousy eyes wide, “What?”

“Nothing.” You shook your head, placing your eyes on her. “Come on, let’s dance.”

               Stage 3 was going off without a hitch. You had Christy between you and Zaria, making a pretty sandwich on the dance floor. You danced with each other, against each other, alternating between grinding and actually dancing. Every now and again your eyes would turn to where Chris was. He was alone now, nursing another drink. Sean and Greg had long since abandoned their moody friend choosing instead to dance with two attractive girls. You almost felt bad for Chris, you had ruined a frat night for him at his favorite spot, but this was his fault. It was his fault that you had to go through such lengths to fuck with him, just to show him that he was fooling himself.

There was no replacement for you.

No fucking sophomore was going to take your spot.

               You made eyes with Chris, smiling when he sighed running his hand over his face. You would make all of this up to him one day, but right now he needed to suffer.

“Hey! I’ve got to pee.” You shouted.

“You want me to come with you.” Christy asked, still dancing against Zaria.

You shook your head. “Nah, I’m good. Dance. Have fun!” You grinned patting her shoulder.

               You made eye contact with Chris one more time, before turning and heading to the bathroom that was located on the other side of the bar, down a darkened hallway.

               You waited for five minutes before you turned and touched up your lip gloss. It would be any minute that Chris would be walking through that door. He would close the door and turn the lock, pushing you against the wall with his body, taking your neck in his hand. He would say through clenched lips,

“You’re going to fucking get it.”

And you would let him have you. All of you.

               You wiped at the corner of your lips, looking up at the small clock on the wall. Another five minutes had passed. You looked at yourself in the mirror, reflection the image of sex kitten perfection, but maybe you had miscalculated somewhere. You looked at the door, hoping that it would open and tell you that Chris still wanted you as bad as you wanted him.

…You waited another two minutes. It was busy. So maybe it was taking him a while to get through the crowd.

You sighed when another minute passed. This was getting stupid. You stood upright and walked over to the door opening it up.

But just as suddenly as you opened a hand was pushing it open, and that same hand shot out and grabbed your neck pushing you back into the bathroom.

You smirked up at Chris, his eyes darkened with anger or lust or both.

“What took you so long?”

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[musette22]

So frat boy Chris, having sex with a Romanian prince on his Steve Rogers’ Camaro

Okay so nonnie, you’re kind of a mind reader. When you sent this in yesterday I was literally in the middle of writing this. I got a prompt just like this from another lovely anon a while ago and only just got around to writing it, so yeah, your timing is impeccable! I hope you enjoy this little car sex fic 😘

Baby, you can drive my car

Pairing: Chris Evans x Sebastian Stan (Evanstan)

Word count: 3k

Rating: Explicit, so 18+ only please!

Read on AO3

Gif credit to @stevenrogered

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“Chris?”

Sebastian’s voice emerges, a little muffled, from where his face is smushed in between Chris’s pectorals.

Chris hums in reply, not taking his eyes off the book he’s reading. “What’s up, baby?”

“I’m bored.”

Huffing out a laugh, Chris tears his gaze away from the page to peer down at Sebastian. “You could grab a book too, you know. What happened to that weird Gothic novel you were reading earlier? The Finnish one?”

Sebastian lifts his head to pout at him, pink bottom lip pushed out enticingly. “We’ve been reading all morning. I wanna go do something.”

“Like what?” Chris leans in to kiss the top of Sebastian’s head.

“Like…” Sebastian’s scrunches up his nose in thought. “Oh, let’s go for a drive?”

“Where to?”

“Doesn’t matter,” Sebastian shrugs, leaning his chin on Chris’s sternum. “Just don’t want to sit inside on a day like this.”

“Okay,” Chris agrees, stroking Sebastian’s hair back off his forehead. “We could take the Lexus and drive up to the mountains?”

“Yeah. Or, hey, can we take the Camaro?”

Chris blinks. “Really?”

“You’ve barely taken her out since you got her.” Sebastian playfully narrows his eyes. “Wouldn’t want your sugar daddy to think you didn’t appreciate his present, right?” 

Chris rolls his eyes at Sebastian’s gentle ribbing. “Okay, yeah. You’re right, it’s time I took her for a spin.”

He sits up, pushing Sebastian off of him in the process, who just rolls onto his side on the couch. He holds out a hand for Sebastian to grab onto, groaning as he pulls him up to his feet.

“Go put on some pants, I’ll go check the oil. Rendezvous in the garage in ten.”

Sebastian was right – it’s a lovely day. The sun is out and it’s unseasonably warm, so Chris shrugs off his cardigan twenty minutes in, leaving him in a short-sleeved, white t-shirt. He has his sunglasses on and his ball cap backwards on his head, the window rolled down, and his baby next to him in the passenger seat. So yeah, he has nothing to complain about.

Sebastian, wearing baggy basketball shorts, a black t-shirt and some Ray Bans, is loudly singing along to Journey. It’s a little off-key, but Chris thinks it’s all the more endearing for it. They drive up into the mountains for a little over an hour – not counting one stop at a gas station – before Sebastian tells him to pull over.

“We just had a pee break,” Chris protests mildly, “literally like fifteen minutes ago. Took ages, too.”  

Instead of explaining, Sebastian laughs. “Just pull over, dork.”

Chris sighs, already doing as he’s told. He came to terms with the fact that he’s whipped a long time ago. “What is it?” he asks once he’s shut off the engine, turning towards Sebastian.

Sebastian just looks at him silently for a moment, then says, “Get out of the car.”

“What? Why?”

“I need you to switch places with me.”

“Why?” Chris repeats, puzzled. “If you wanna drive for a bit, you can just ask me that, you know.”

Sebastian just flashes him a grin and opens the passenger door, climbing out of the car. Chris shrugs, following suit and walking over to the other side.

“Get in,” Sebastian orders, though he’s making no move to take place behind the wheel.

Still confused, Chris eases himself into the passenger seat and looks up at Sebastian expectantly. “Now what?”

“Now,” Sebastian says, stepping closer, “I do this.”

Next thing Chris knows, he has a lap full of Sebastian. “What are you- oh.”

“Yes, oh,” Sebastian mimics, taking off his sunglasses and tossing them carelessly onto the unoccupied driver’s seat. His grey-blue eyes sparkle mischievously and Chris’s heartbeat speeds up; a Pavlovian response.

“Here?” he asks incredulously.

“Uh huh.” Sebastian removes Chris’s sunglasses too and leans in, lips only half an inch from his own when he asks, “That okay with you?”

“What if someone sees?”

“Chris. This is literally the most remote road I could find on the map and we’re half hidden by those trees anyway. We’re fine.”

“Oh, I see,” Chris drawls, pressing his lips to Sebastian’s briefly because they’re right there. “So you planned this, huh, you little minx.”

“Maybe,” Sebastian says, tilting his head coquettishly. He reaches back behind him to open the glove compartment, rummaging around for a moment before producing a bottle of lube that he must’ve put there while Chris was busy checking the tire pressure. “And I may or may not be going commando under these shorts.”

Chris groans, closing his eyes as he lets his head thunk back against the headrest. “Sebastian, baby… One of these days you’re gonna kill me, I swear to god.”

Sebastian takes off Chris’s cap and affectionately ruffles his hair. “Only if you haven’t killed me first. Y’know, with your dick.” Sebastian grins goofily at his own, horrendously bad joke and Chris’s heart flip flops in his chest with all kinds of emotions that are far too sappy for the situation they’re in.

“Please do us both a favor and shut up, sweetheart,” Chris says, knowing that Sebastian will be able to see right through the snark, to the love underneath.

Sebastian raises an eyebrow, licking his lips. “Make me.”

“Hmmm, love a challenge.”

Winding one arm around Sebastian’s waist and grabbing his neck with the other, Chris pulls Sebastian in for a hard, filthy kiss. He doesn’t waste any time slipping him some tongue, tracing the tip of it along Sebastian’s perfectly straight, Hollywood teeth, which Chris loved even back when they were still endearingly crooked.

Sebastian moans, catching Chris’s bottom lip between his teeth and sucking on it, the way he knows makes Chris’s knees weak. Chris retaliates by kneading Sebastian’s pert little ass, pulling him closer, pleased to find that Sebastian is already half hard. That makes two of them, then.

“Wait,” Sebastian says after a minute or two of making out like a couple of horny teenagers. “Tilt back your seat.”

“Ooh, smart. Knew you were more than just a pretty face.” Chris slides back the seat as far as it’ll go, but even then there’s not a lot of space for them to move. “You’re gonna have to ride me, though. I can’t move much in this position.”

Sebastian smiles wolfishly. “Not a problem. Have you seen these thighs?” He squeezes Chris’s waist with said thighs to emphasize his point, and Chris let out a deep groan, hips already jerking upwards.

“Uh huh,” he says, through gritted teeth. “I’ve seen ‘em alright. They’re good thighs. Real nice.”

Despite being all bold and flirty up until this point, the simple compliment is enough to make Sebastian blush, his cheeks tinged with pink.

Jesus, he’s sweet. Chris has no choice but to kiss him again. While he’s at it, he slides his right hand into the back of Sebastian’s shorts, squeezing the firm flesh and dipping his fingers between his cheeks. When he rubs a fingertip over Sebastian’s entrance, he looks up in surprise.

“Did you –”

“In the bathroom,” Sebastian smirks.

“That’s why it took so long.”

Sebastian rolls his eyes. “Are you gonna complain about that some more or are you gonna fuck me?”

The words send a jolt of lust through Chris, his mind going blank as his cock eagerly fills up that final bit inside his jeans. “You want me to fuck you, baby?” he rumbles, tightening his grip on Sebastian’s ass.

Sebastian nods, heavy-lidded eyes trained on Chris’s. “Yeah, I want you to fuck me. Been wanting to feel you inside me all day, but you were too busy reading.”

Chris snorts. “I guess I’d better make up for it now, then.”

“Guess you’d better,” Sebastian nods, leaning down to kiss him again while starting to open Chris’s fly.

Chris lifts up his hips to help Sebastian shimmy down his jeans and boxers just far enough to take out his cock. The way Sebastian licks his lips at the sight tells him that he’s dying to suck him off – that pretty mouth is always ready – but that will have to wait until some other time.

“Wish I could get on my knees for you, but there’s no room in this fucking car,” Sebastian laments, echoing Chris’s thoughts.

“It was your idea to take the Camaro.”

Sebastian narrows his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Less talking, more fucking, thanks.” He wraps his hand around Chris’s length, tightening his grip and stroking him slowly, making Chris’s breath stutter in his throat.

“Oh, that’s it, baby,” he breathes. “God, that feels good.”

“Yeah?” Sebastian tips Chris head back with his free hand and places small, biting kisses to his throat, just below the line of his beard. “That’s all I want, Chris, to make you feel good.”

For that alone, Chris has to kiss him again. He tugs Sebastian’s head up by his hair.

“Unghh,” Sebastian says, delightfully responsive as always when Chris pulls on his hair a bit. Chris dives in and swallows his moans, jerking his hips into the tight circle of Sebastian’s fist.

“Chris, get in me,” Sebastian mutters impatiently.

“Yeah, okay,” Chris pants. “You need some fingers first?”

“No.” Sebastian’s pupils are blown, his mouth slick and red. “Yeah. I don’t know.”

“That’s a yes, then.” Chris replies, unwilling to take any risks with something like this. Sebastian whines in response, but Chris ignores him and grabs the lube, quickly coating his fingers in the stuff before shoving his hand down the back of Sebastian’s shorts again. Carefully, he pushes his forefinger inside, sliding in a second one as soon as he’s satisfied that Sebastian can take it.

“More,” Sebastian whispers already, pressing his forehead to Chris’s. Chris obliges, adding a third finger slowly before spreading them a little, opening Sebastian up bit by bit. He can’t really thrust much in this position, can’t really hit the spot, but he’ll make sure to make up for that later.

“You wanna take these off?” Chris asks when he thinks Sebastian is prepped enough, pulling the waistband of the basketball shorts.

Sebastian shakes his head quickly, all worked up and flushed now. “Nuh uh, just – pull ‘em aside.” He lifts his hips a little, scrunching up the fabric and pulling it aside, creating a wide gap.

“Huh,” Chris says, impressed, “you really did think about this.”

“Yup.” Sebastian peckshim on the lips quickly and adds, “Now shut up and put your dick in me.”

“Yes, sir.”

Sebastian pushes himself up on his knees, hovering over Chris, while Chris holds his dick steady with his right hand and guides it to Sebastian’s opening. Both of them hold their breath as Chris presses against the slight resistance, pushing past Sebastian’s rim until he can slowly, steadily slide inside. It’s so warm in here, so tight and hot and perfect, and Chris has been with many people in his life, but none of them ever felt as good as his baby does.

“Oh, god,” Sebastian moans, “oh fuck, that feels – you feel so…”

“Feels good?” Chris manages to ask, making a concerted effort to drag his foggy mind back into consciousness so he can check if Sebastian’s doing okay.

“So good. So big, holy shit.” Sebastian shudders as he sinks down the final bit, settling in Chris’s lap with Chris now fully seated inside of him. “Why do I never get used to how you feel?” he marvels, burying his face in Chris’s neck. Chris runs his hands up and down Sebastian’s back, soothing him while he gets used to the feeling.

“Too much?”

“Fuck, no. Never toomuch of you, baby.”

For a moment, Chris has to close his eyes to stem the swell of emotions rising up inside his chest. He tightens his arms around Sebastian and squeezes, wishing not for the first time that they could just meld into one.

“Love you so much, baby,” he murmurs into Sebastian’s hair, pressing a kiss there for good measure.

“Love you, too,” Sebastian says quietly, before drawing in a deep breath. He lifts his head and locks his gaze with Chris’s, and for a long moment Chris gets lost in the depths of those steel-blue eyes.

Then, without warning, Sebastian suddenly lifts himself up a couple of inches before pushing back down, causing Chris’s eyes to roll back inside his skull at the sudden stab of sensation.

“Ooohh my fucking god,” Chris groans, hands sliding down Sebastian’s back, grabbing his ass. “Do that again.”

“Do this again?” Sebastian asks, lifting off and sinking down on Chris’s cock again, taking him all the way to the root. Chris growls out something obscene into Sebastian’s collarbone when Sebastian stays seated for a moment and rolls his hip, grinding himself down on Chris’s dick.

“Jesus, you’re so deep.” Sebastian’s eyes are wide, his voice high and breathy, almost like a whine.

“Think I could get deeper?” Chris asks, when Sebastian comes up for air.

Sebastian shrugs, but the way he’s trembling belies the casual gesture. “Worth a try, huh?”

Sebastian starts to ride him then, rising up and sinking down again, taking him to the hilt over and over. They don’t talk for a little while, at least not beyond some bitten off curses and moans, too focused on the way they’re making each other feel to speak. Sebastian’s breaths are coming shorter now, his t-shirt already sticking to his back from the effort it takes working himself on Chris’s cock in the unexpected heat of the day.

“You’re doing so well,” Chris whispers in Sebastian’s ear, knowing how the praise will affect him. “You look so damn good bouncing on my dick like this, sweetheart.”

Sebastian whimpers, trying his best to speed up even further while he tightens involuntarily around Chris’s length. It’s not easy, though, in this position, so Chris helps him out a little by letting his hips snap up, fucking up into him as hard as he’s able.

“Aahh,” Sebastian moans, jerking upright. “Right there, I’m – oh.”

Chris does it again, pushing in deep while Sebastian grinds down, mindlessly chasing his pleasure.

He’s beautiful like this. He’s beautiful always, but especially like this. Lost in pleasure, eyes dark and heavy-lidded and a flush on his cheeks, his red mouth open, looking almost surprised at how good he’s feeling. And that’s all Chris ever wants, too, to make Sebastian feel good. To make him feel better than anyone has made him feel before; to make him feel whole, and owned, and adored. All those things Sebastian craves but isn’t always able to ask for. So Chris doesn’t wait until he asks, he makes it his mission to give it to him whenever he can, anything he needs, whenever he needs it.

Because that’s the wayhe loves Sebastian: always, anything, completely.

A sharp sting brings him back to the present – Sebastian sinking his teeth into the meat of his shoulder. He gets bitey sometimes, when he’s close; a way to give expression to the building tension inside of him. Chris slides a hand up Sebastian’s back, tightly gripping the back of his neck. The hair at his nape is damp with sweat. Chris threads his fingers through it, tightening into a fist while he keeps pumping his hips, burying himself inside of Sebastian over and over.

“You getting close, sweetheart?”

It’s a sound Sebastian makes in reply, not a word, but Chris has learned to interpret all of Sebastian’s sounds by now, and he knows what this one means.

“Chris,” Sebastian breathes, voice barely audible, “Chris, Chris, ahh.”

“I’ve got you, Sebastian. I’ve got you.” He pulls Sebastian’s head back again, firmly but not roughly, and fits their mouths together. Sebastian kisses him deeply, desperately, hands coming up to grab his face as he squirms in his lap. His breath is coming fast, panting into Chris’s mouth, and when Chris reaches down into the front of Sebastian’s shorts and curls his fingers around his length, pulling him out, Sebastian makes a high, keening sound, his ass gripping impossibly tight around Chris’s cock.

“Oh, fuck,” Chris pants, “oh baby, you feel so good, so perfect – Jesus, you’re tight, sweetheart.”

“Come in me,”Sebastian says suddenly, giving Chris a wild, pleading look. “Come in me – please, Chris.”  

Chris growls. “Youwant me to fill you up? That what you want? Fill you up with my come?”

“Yes, oh my god, p-please,” Sebastian stutters, “c’mon, do it. Now.”

Not used to being the one to receive orders when they’re like this, the words hit Chris hard, filling him with renewed urgency. He gabs hold of Sebastian’s waist, holding him in place as he jackhammers into him, knowing he’s nailing his prostate with every stroke from the way Sebastian jolts in his arms. Sebastian’s fingers dig into Chris’s biceps as he holds on and takes it, takes it so good – until Chris can’t take anymore and tips over the edge.

His rhythm inevitably falters as he comes, spilling inside the intoxicating heat of Sebastian’s body, giving him everything he’s got. Even as his climax rages through him, somehow Chris remembers to wrap a hand around Sebastian’s cock, jerking him fast and sloppily until Sebastian keens, the breath being punched out of him by his orgasm. Chris feels him spill, warm and sticky, over his hand, staining his abdomen and shorts.

Finally, they’re both spent, Sebastian slumping against Chris’s chest. He breathing hard, still, but it’s slowing now, and Chris tries to match his own breaths to Sebastian’s.

“Hmmm,” Sebastian hums finally, turning his head to press a wet, sloppy kiss to Chris’s throat. “Chris?”

“Yeah, honey?”

“Love you.”

Sebastian’s always so pliant and sweet after sex, warm and cuddly and affectionate, and Chris cherishes those moments, soaking it all up to keep for later, when they’re apart.

“Love you too, sweetheart,” he whispers, runninga hand up and down Sebastian’s sweaty back in long, soothing strokes. “Youhappy now?”

“Very,” Sebastian says contentedly, and Chris can feel him smile against his neck.

“Good.” He presses a lingering kiss to the side of Sebastian’s face. “Thanks for helping me christen the Camaro.”

Sebastian snorts. “Anytime. And I mean that.”

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[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: Love, Maybe? {19}

Chris Evans X Reader OFC Vixen Giovanni

Warning: Cursing, Angst, Fluff,

Word Count: 5K

Summary: After a night of drunkenness you wake up next to warm, hot as hell body, a migraine and no memory of the night before. When you come to realize that the hot body belongs to none other than Hollywood’s golden boy Chris Evans you freak out. As events unfold you become even more panicked to find out you got married in your drunken haze. What else is there to do but get it annulled, right? Before walking away, you share one more night of molten kisses and passion. 3 years later you are still living with the repercussions of your brash decisions, but the surprises don’t stop there. The past has a way of coming back and have you questioning is this fate that you’ve been running from, hell could it have been love, maybe?

Note: Italic texts is an inner Vixen thought. Bold Italic texts is an inner Chris thought.

**Slightly Edited/Proofread**

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Chapter 19: Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner

 -Chris-

  Dinner. It was simple. A meal. A simple meal. No big deal. If it wasn’t a big deal, he had no idea why he was standing in his closet not moving. He hadn’t moved in near twenty minutes. He had every intention of moving, that was the plan. He came in here to find something to wear for said dinner, and then he thought about what he should wear, and he froze. He didn’t know if he should just go the jeans and a Henley route, or dress pants and a nice polo, or maybe jeans and a nice polo. There was just too much to choose from. Then he wondered what you’d be wearing.

  “If she’s dressed up and I go looking like a frat guy it’ll give her the wrong impression. What impression is it I want to give off though? What if I go dressed up and she has on jeans and a tank? I’d look like an idiot.”

   He groaned and raked his fingers through his already combed hair. With his hands at the back of his neck, he pounded it as he loudly groaned again.

  “Get a fucking grip, Chris! It’s fucking dinner!” He scanned the clothes in the many wardrobe cabinets and tried to focus on the task at hand.

   “What do you wear to meet your nearly two-year-old daughter for the first time?”

He snorted and laughed though this was no laughing matter. He was trying. He had to try. He always thought the day he’d meet his daughter would be the day she was born. It was ironic he’d wanted his firstborn to be a daughter. There was something about a father and daughter relationship he envisioned to be so precious, so special. He watched how close his father was to his sisters, watched how much he loved them especially during particular points in their lives such as father-daughter dances at school, dance recitals, their wedding day and things of that sort.

 “I have a daughter.” He’d been trying to get used to that fact over the last several weeks, he’d said it out loud to himself now five times, and each time it felt foreign like he were having an out-of-body experience. Each time he said it he felt the nervous ball in his belly tighten.

   “What if she doesn’t like me?” With that very real possibility, his hands stopped. He didn’t know what he’d do if she wailed at the top of her lungs every time he got close.

   “I’m a stranger.” His phone rang, and he quickly grabbed it off the counter in the center of the room and answered without looking to see who it was.

   “It’s been weeks, Chris! are you kidding me!?” Lita’s shrill voice rang out. He held the phone away from his ears and groaned.

   “Shit, Lita.”

   “What the fuck do you mean “shit, Lita?” Did you forget about me? I can’t believe you right now!” He slowly brought the phone back to his ears and sighed out. He’d been so occupied he’d forgotten all about her. She was no doubt still pissed at him for walking out on her at the restaurant.

  “Lita, I’m sorry. I--,”

  “Sorry? For what exactly, leaving me in a restaurant to do god knows what? Or not calling me for weeks? I don’t know what the fuck you want Chris. You reached out to me. You said you wanted to try again. You!”

   Her voice was getting to him. He knew he made a mistake the minute he sent her that text those months ago. His heart wasn’t in it, and now on top of the mess that was currently his life with you, she was now an added stress. He stood there and allowed her to continue; she didn’t give him an opening to talk anyway. After nearly ten minutes he’d had enough.

   “Lita, enough!” Finally, her silence gave him an opening. He sighed before he began.  “I’m sorry for running out on you, that was a shitty thing to do, and I have no excuse for the dick move. I’m also sorry for not reaching out; it’s been a crazy few weeks. I have a lot going on right now and no it’s not an excuse, it’s the truth.”

   Lita sighed before she began again, “What do you want, Chris? I am getting the feeling it’s not me.” He thought about her words. They were true. He didn’t want her. He hadn’t wanted her in a long, long time, and he really didn’t even know if he ever truly did.

   “God, you’re a dick, Chris.”

   He rubbed his forehead once he knew he was going to hurt her. “I’m sorry, Lita.” She released a breathy sigh. “Don’t call me again, Chris.” With that she hung up. He dropped his head to the surface and hit it once, then twice.

   “Don’t beat yourself up too much; you know it was never going to work.” He looked up and saw Anthony there. “I fucked up.” Anthony crossed the room while nodding. “Yeah, you did. Planning on stopping fucking up?” he rolled his eyes and turned back to his clothes and stared at them again.

  “What’re you doing, bruh?”

   “I am trying to figure out what to wear to dinner.” Anthony leaned against one of the cabinets. “It doesn’t matter. We’ll probably just go to one of the usuals. I’m sure they picked some steakhouse.” He closed his eyes and shook his head again. He’d forgotten about the plans he’d already made.

   “Shit, I can’t make it tonight, Mackie.”

   “What do you mean? What dinner are you talking about then?”

   “Vixen. We talked, and I’m having dinner with her to meet—Ella,” he explained. Anthony looked surprised.

  “Wow. The last time we talked, you sounded furious after the meet at the diner.”

   “I was, I am. I’m still furious, but--.” He swallowed the lump in his throat. “I’ve already missed so much time man, so many things.” Anthony nodded.

   “I get it. I’m glad you two could be grown-ups, although I didn’t doubt she could be one. I always got the vibe she was a mature one. Not like the birds you see here in LA.” He scoffed, he had to be kidding. You lied to him for damn near three years and hid his child from him. “If you say so, Mackie.” He pulled out a pair of black pants and the white shirt he’d been staring at and walked into his bathroom, deciding a leather jacket would go well.

   “Where’s dinner?” Anthony asked from outside. “Her place.”

   “Okay. You nervous?”

“Man, I stared at my clothes for almost thirty minutes trying to find the right thing,” he informed before he walked back out fully dressed. “Good choice, not too stuffy. You don’t want her to think you’re too desperate.” He snorted and perused the box he held his jewelry. “I’m not desperate.” Anthony patted his back before he walked out. “Whatever you say, man.”

   He stood there second guessing himself for a few moments before he walked back out. “I got a great idea man. I’ll go with you,” Anthony piped up.

   “What? Why?”

   “I’ll be your moral support during this big moment in your life,” Anthony explained. He saw right through the bullshit though.

   “Whatever. You know this is about her sister.” Anthony gasped and gave his best confused look. He rolled his eyes and walked out and downstairs. He had an hour and a half before he was to get there.

   “Her sister? Naw man, this is all about being a good friend to you.” He laughed, unable to contain his amusement anymore. “Wow, it’s been a minute since I’ve seen you hypnotized by a woman.”

   “Ay man, don’t get it twisted, I’m not hypnotized.” He turned as he was picking up his car keys and looked to Anthony, giving him the “who you bullshitting” look. Anthony tried to give his best poker face, but it was a shit one.

   “Fuck, fine, it’s about her sister,” Anthony admitted. “She’s beautiful, stubborn and interesting. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her. So, I figured I’ll go with you and maybe while helping you help myself.” He thought about it for a moment; it wasn’t a bad idea. “Fine, but don’t piss her off so she’ll piss Vixen off.” Anthony rose his hands up in surrender.

   The two of them piled in the car and drove through the night to the address you’d given him. As the miles decreased, his nerves increased, and anything Mackie was saying went in one ear and out the other. Thankfully he was sure it wasn’t anything important. Traffic wasn’t bad and what would have taken him forty-five minutes only took him thirty. When he parked in front of your house he had close to fifteen minutes to kill. He stared at the outside of the house and wondered how it looked inside. You looked like you kept a nice home like it was neat and smelled like flowers and candy all the time. The thought made a faint smile decorate his lips.

   “Do you plan on getting out the car and ringing the bell?” He groaned and shook his head.

   “I’m early. I’ll look really desperate if I ring the bell now.” Anthony kissed his teeth, got out the car, and slammed the door extra loud as if to announce himself.

  “Mackie, are you kidding me right now?”

   “Man get your ass out the car. Sitting there like a little punk.” He hit his head on the steering wheel, then reached in the glove compartment and took out the bottle of wine and the bottle of whiskey and the gift-wrapped package then climbed out. Taking a final breath, he walked around and up the walk path to your front door. Once at the door he just stood there. After a few seconds Anthony looked to him and shook his head as he reached for the bell. He quickly slapped Anthony’s hand away.

   “Fuck Mackie, give me a fucking minute.” Anthony raised his hand and stood there quietly. He closed his eyes and tried to calm himself down. This was it. There was no going back, and a lot was riding on tonight. He breathed out and decided he was as ready as he’d ever be. Slowly he rang the bell and said a silent prayer.

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-Vixen-

   “Fuck!” You shouted into the fridge as you heard the doorbell. Nexus snorted loudly and laughed. “Oh my god Vix, what the hell!” You narrowed your eyes at her. Slowly she stopped laughing and walked over to you. Nexus handed you the glass of whiskey she’d just poured for you.

   “Here, psycho. Drink it and let it do its job.” Quickly you took the glass and drank down the half glass of whiskey. It burned like a son of a bitch, but it didn’t take long for the burn in your belly to dissolve the nerves.

   “Better?” You nodded and took a few breaths.

  “It’s just dinner, Vix. One meal. All you have to do is eat and answer any questions he has about Ella. Everything else will be pie.” You nodded and brushed your hands down the front of the dress you wore. “How do I look? Are you sure it’s not too chill?” You looked over yourself in the casual sundress.

   “You look good. It’s not too casual,” Nex assured. “Does it show nipple? Is it too short?” Nexus laughed again just as the bell rang again. “Chill out will you. Deep breath.” You took a few deep breathes and tried to calm yourself. “The past is just that, the present is a gift and the future is yet to come. Mold it.” You smiled at Nex reciting your mantra and felt a lot calmer. You walked to the door, and Nexus walked toward Ella’s bedroom. Taking a final breath, you plastered a political smile on your face and opened the door.

   “Fuck!” Anthony snorted and covered his mouth, trying to stifle his laughter. You closed your eyes; you didn’t mean to say that out loud. You didn’t expect him to look that good. “Eh-em, sorry about that. What I meant was hi.” Anthony laughed again. “You sure? Fuck sounded a lot better. I’m sure that wasn’t geared to me though. It was for this guy right here.” Anthony patted Chris’s abdomen, and your eyes dropped to where he touched. You remembered what that area looked like. “Then again that is what got you two crazy kids in this situation,” Anthony finished.

   “Jesus Anthony,” Chris hissed out before he gave you an apologetic look. He wasn’t wrong. Fucking was what had gotten you here, incredible fucking, mind blowing fucking, hot, sweaty, toe curling, over six orgasms fucking. You had to bite your tongue in order not to moan. Clearing your throat again you smiled again. “What’re you doing here?”

   “That’s a damn good question!” Nex stood beside you crossing her arms. Just like that the slick smile on Anthony’s face fell as he stared at her. All eyes fell to him, and he looked to Chris who gave him a look you couldn’t decipher. Anthony cleared his throat. “Nexus, I’m sorry,” he began.

   “You said you did nothing wrong? Only people who’ve done wrong apologize,” Nex added. “Yes, I didn’t do anything wrong, but you think I did so I can be man enough and apologize. I didn’t mean to hurt you, and I am sorry that I did.” You looked over to Nex and saw that he was wearing her down. Interesting, you thought. Usually, it would take a lot more. “Thank you for apologizing.” The four of you stood in the doorway in silence for a few moments. You smiled, sort of relieved their drama had given you a reprieve from yours.

   “All right, I’m going to go now,” Nex began. “What? Go? Go where? I thought you were staying.” Your panic was evident.

   “No, I don’t need to be here. You don’t need a chaperone.” You grabbed her hand when you saw her take a step to walk out. She looked at you and squeezed your hand reassuring you. You slowly let her hand go, and she nodded.

   “I will go with you if it’s okay,” Anthony offered. “So much for that support huh.” Anthony shrugged and gave Chris a toothy grin.

   “Have a good dinner you two,” Nex said as she walked toward her rental car in the driveway. You and Chris stood there and watched the two of them pile in the car and pull off. Once the headlights disappeared Chris turned back to you. Realizing you were still standing in the open doorway you opened the door wider and waved your hand inside.

   “Come in.” He walked inside allowing you to close the door and it was there the two of you stood in the foyer as silent as monks on their vows.

   “Oh, here I brought these.” Chris held up his hands, showing you the goodies. “This for you--.” He held out the bottles to you. Smiling, you took them and felt more relief than you should once you saw the whiskey. “This will come in handy.” Chris snorted and nodded.

   “And this is for—Ella.” You smiled at the pastel pink wrapped package. As if hearing her name, she came barreling down the hall cutting in front of Chris to crash into your legs. “Mama!” You scrunched down, placed the bottles on the floor and hugged her. “Hey baby. All done cleaning up?” She nodded rubbing her face. “Ah duh.”

   Ella turned around, leaning her back against you and looked up to Chris. They stood there staring at each other, him with a look of awe and her just blank assessment. You wondered what she was thinking and if she were confused. She’d never seen you around a man. Never known any other man but your father. You felt guilty.

   “Ooh you,” Ella inquired. Chris may not have understood her, but you did. Ella turned to you and pointed to Chris. “Ooh mama, ooh?” You were speechless again. What did you tell her? Did you just blurt it out and hope for the best or ease into it very, very slowly? Chris then sunk down to her height and stared at her small frame. She looked back at him again and took a step to him but stopped. As if asking for permission she looked back to you.

   Trying desperately to hold back your tears, you cleared your throat and prepared to breach the topic. “I’m Chris.” You were grateful he took the lead, but you noticed he didn’t call himself her father. “Cwis. Wike me,” Ella added looking to you then back to him. Chris smiled. It was a smile you remembered from back then, a real one. “Like you?” Ella nodded her head and took another step to him. “What’s your name?”

   “Cwis Ewa.” The way she said her name made him laugh and that in turn made Ella laugh. They laughed together, and a tear rolled down your cheek. You didn’t realize Chris was looking at you until another tear rolled down. The emotion on his face was evident and it was there the three of you stayed without one word until Ella turned back to you.

   “Mama cwy.” She wiped her small hands across your cheeks, and you smiled and wiped the rest of tears away. “Are you hungry baby? She nodded again and clapped her hands. “Come on.” You scooped her up and began walking away toward the dining room where the table was already set.

   “Wow, it smells incredible.”

   You smiled as you slipped Ella into her highchair. “Thank you.”

   What’s for dinner?”

  Ella banged her hands on her highchair and squealed, “pagetti.” Chris smiled. “You like spaghetti?” Ella nodded her head in response to Chris’ question. As you shared her food into her toddler plate you watched them. Ella traced patterns on the top of her highchair with her finger, and Chris watched on with an amazed look. You set her plate in front of her, and she clapped before she dug in completely ignoring her fork.

   “A little or a lot?”

   Chris leaned back and patted his stomach. “Are you kidding? I love Spaghetti, and it’s not every day renowned chefs cook for me so pile it on please.” You snorted, shook your head and scooped the food onto his plate.

   “I don’t know about renowned, you’re just exaggerating.” Once you’d plated it you walked over to him and leaned over his shoulder to put his plate in front of him. “Thank you.” You nodded and took your seat next to Ella and served yourself.

   Dinner was painfully quiet except for Ella’s babbles and humming and occasional outbursts. The two of you ate in silence and watched her. Every time Ella squealed out or patted the surface of her highchair Chris smiled. He looked completely awestricken. Every time she smiled or did something adorable he smiled, but there were times that even though he smiled he looked sad. You knew you were to blame. You really felt horrible for how everything played out and hoped he knew that. Every once in a while, his eyes met yours before he looked away either back to Ella or his plate or some spot on the table. You wondered what he was thinking because he was next to impossible to read.

   After about an hour and a half the bottle of wine was done, and so was the food. You lifted Ella out her highchair and took the top off, ready to bring it to the kitchen. As you walked you heard Ella’s footsteps behind you and the heavy footfalls of Chris behind her. You kept your back to him and focused on cleaning the top. You felt him come up next to you. Looking beside you he held out the two plates.

   “Thank you.” You felt Ella’s hands on the backs of your thighs.

   “Mama red.” You looked back and at her and saw she still had pasta sauce all over her hands. “Oh no, Ella, tell me you didn’t.” You spun around, trying to get a look at the back fo your dress.

“Ah did,” she said before she laughed. “Uh-oh, she did.” Chris pointed to your dress, and you could see the tiny handprints on you. Groaning you looked to your daughter and scooped her up. You tickled her all over her body. Ella giggled and squealed her delight.

   “No mamma no. Top, top.” Her protests fell on deaf ears, and you continued until you finished off with a barrage of kisses all over her face. “Ha, now who did it?” She laughed again, and you nuzzled her cheek. “Mama siwee.” You smiled and looked across to Chris who was leaned against the island with an uneasy smile on his face. He looked like how one would look if they were constipated on a date but tried to put up a good front.

   You leaned to the sink and washed Ella’s hands before you put her down. “Oovie Cwis?” He looked to you as if asking for a translation. “She’s asking if you want to watch a movie.” He nodded and smiled back to Ella.

  “Yes, movie please.” Ella ran off, and he looked to you. You nodded your head giving your permission for him to proceed. He followed her out the room, and you took the brief moment to take a few breaths.

   When you walked into the living room, Ella was digging through the movie cubbie with several choices already sprawled across the floor. Chris was sitting at the edge of the couch just staring at her.  “What movie honey?” She held up her choice and ran to you.

   Once you looked at the cover you groaned. Fate just wouldn’t give you a break. “Is it a bad one?” You looked to Chris and shook your head. “No, not bad.” You showed him the cover, and his eyes lit up.

   “The Little Mermaid.” Ella jumped up and down. “Momaid, momaid!” Chris smiled widely. “That’s my favorite movie.” Butterflies fluttered in your stomach as you looked between him and his tiny replica, both excited for their favorite movie. You scoffed to yourself and put the film in. “My favowit. I wuv wittle momaid.” Chris nodded. “It’s really good,” he agreed.

   Once you sat back on the couch, Ella climbed up and onto your lap then moved your arm so she was cocooned in it. You smiled and kissed the top of her head then gently rustled her sandy blond hair. Chancing a look at Chris the butterflies in your belly sped up when you realized he was already watching the two of you. He looked away when the movie started.

   Throughout the movie Ella talked to the tv and sang along to the songs as they were being sung. A lot of times she even stood in your lap bringing Chris’s attention and smiles. You wondered if his heart was melting as yours always did when you watched her. Did he feel the connection to her that you did?

   From the tv you heard the beginning of “Kiss the girl,” and you fought with everything in you to keep your eyes glued to the tv. You could feel Chris’ eyes on you no doubt remembering your wedding and you walking down the aisle to it. Ella perfectly and on cue imitated the sounds of the animals and you lost your shit at the irony. You busted out laughing and no matter how you tried to stop you couldn’t. Ella laughed too, and it was then you looked at him. He looked amused but as if he were trying to hold it in. When Skuttle squawked again to the tune Ella imitated him, and you buried your face in your hands as your laughing fit ensued. It wasn’t until the scene ended were you able to return to normal.

   Once the movie finished, Ella was asleep on the couch. Her head was on your lap, but her legs were stretched toward Chris. The crescendo of the closing credits filled the room, and both of you just stared at her small sleeping body. Neither of you made any moves, so you sat there in silence watching your daughter. After another thirty or so minutes passed, you shifted. Ella flinched but moved a little too close to the edge of the couch. Chris’ hand flew out to shield her from falling at the same time yours did. You looked at your touching arms and moved it back until your fingers grazed his in a slow dance. Your fingertips blazed with an electrical current that traveled up your arm. Chris pulled his hand back and looked away.

   “I’m going to put her to bed.” He nodded, and with that, you stood, scooped Ella into your arms and walked toward her room. Once there you undressed her and put her into her jammies and tucked her in. Making sure to turn on the nightlight and take the monitor you closed the door behind you and walked to your bedroom determined to change.

   When you returned, the living room was cleaned away, but Chris wasn’t in it. You looked around and saw the back door was open. Deciding a drink was in order, you walked in the kitchen and opened the whiskey bottle. You then grabbed two glasses and filled a small bowl with ice. Stepping outside you saw him sitting on the deck staring out. You approached and sat in the empty seat close to him. “Figured it was time for a real drink,” you joked putting the things you carried down. Chris looked to you and gave a small smile. While you poured drinks for the both of you he watched you. “To Spaghetti, The Little Mermaid and whiskey.” Chris laughed before he hit your glass and took a sip of his drink. You weren’t so modest; you gulped the entire thing down.

   “Wow, this I good.” He nodded but looked far away.

  “She’s amazing.” You nodded. “Yeah.” He smiled. “So smart and funny and so stinkin’ cute.” He was right on all accounts. “So stinkin’ cute,” you repeated.

   “Wow.” Silence. “We made a good one,” you said without thinking. He looked at you again, and he looked like he had so much to say.

   “I’ve missed so much. I don’t know anything.” After pouring another, you downed it. “What do you want to know?”

   He took a deep breath and tried to wipe the pain off his face. “What were her first words?” You smiled. “Food.” He snorted and laughed. “Hand to God, it was food. Then mama, then yes, then no. After that it was all over she knew all she needed.” Chris laughed again.

  It was a sound you were beginning to love again. “Was she a good baby?” You nodded. “She was. She barely cried, ate well from the beginning. She was a happy baby; I lucked out.” Chris nodded and looked away from you. “This hurts Vixen.” Those words broke you, and the dam broke then your tears flowed.

   “I know. I’m sorry.” You sniffled and tried to dry the tears, but once you did fresh ones came. “I don’t know if I can ever forgive you.” Hearing him say that hurt more than you thought it would. You’d expected it, prepared for it but hearing it was more than you could handle. “She doesn’t know me. She calls me Chris, and I know it was the right move not to go too fast, but it still hurts.” What did you say to take someone’s pain away from something you did to them? How could you ever come back from this?

   “I know I can’t give the last two or three years back to you. I can’t fix what I did. Yeah, she doesn’t know you now, but she is so chill, so easy going that it won’t take long for her to know you, or like you. I fucked up; I know that and I’m sorry for it, but I can’t change the past.”

   “Would you want to? If you could go back, would you do anything differently?” That was the million dollar question. You knew the outcome of this path, and while it was painful it was still the known versus the unknown. “Who’s to say that if anything would have changed back then if I would have told you when I found out that this situation would have been any different.”

  He looked at you incredulously. “Are you kidding me right now, Vixen? We were married. Everything could have been different?” The butterflies began again. “How? Would we have shuffled her between San Fran and LA? Jumped her from your multiple movie sets? Called each of your booty calls auntie?” It was unfair to throw that last one at him you knew it. Chris took a deep breath and slowly let it out.

   “I am not the same man I was when you knew me. I haven’t been that man for a long time.” Your head flashed to your last night together and the things he’d said. Was that man who would say those things gone?

   “I was an asshole, a super dick. That night with us at my house--.” He paused as if trying to find the words. After a few moments, he didn’t speak again, and you decided it was best just to leave it alone. “It doesn’t matter. I don’t know what you’re talking about. It doesn’t matter.” Chris searched your face then looked down and nodded. “How do we do this?”

   “One day at a time I guess,” you responded. “I don’t want to take her from you, Vix. I just want to be in her life.” The two of you stared, and you knew he meant what he said, and there was no maliciousness behind his words. Sighing you nodded.

   “You will be.” Sitting quietly for a few minutes he snorted and shook his head. “So, for the last three years you’ve been listening to our wedding song on repeat?” You laughed and nodded. “It’s been utter hell and torture; she loves it!” Chris laughed louder, and you joined in.

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A Flower For You

Summary: You work in a flower shop when Chris Evans comes in explaining he needs a flower for his mother.

Chris Evans x Reader

Words: 1,012

Warnings: swearing ; fluff

A/N: This was requested by @sunskittlex! Hope you like it :)

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The gentleman filed into the flower shop and the look of confusion on his face gave it all away. He cocked his head to the side and I heard him sigh deeply. I walked over to him and smiled. “Good morning.”

He turns to me, smile on his plump, pink lips. “Mornin’. What flower says ‘I’m sorry I screwed up’?”

I chuckled. “Girlfriend? Wife?”

He shrugged, eyeing me up and down. “Mother actually.”

This guy is getting a flower for his mom? I smiled sweetly. “Well, depends on what you did, I suppose.”

He smirked and rolled his eyes. “I’m sure you don’t want to hear my sob story.”

I pulled out a rose and held it to his nose. “If you want my help.”

He chuckled quietly. “I broke up with my girlfriend, whom my mother liked very much.”

I shook my head, furrowing my eyebrows. “Well, you might need more than a rose.”

He reached for one of the camellia’s. “How about this?”

“Well, do you want your mother controlling your life forever?”

He made a face. “Excuse me?”

I chuckled. “The flower means that you’re putting your destiny into the persons’ hands.”

“Oh fuck. Uh, well, I love my mom but I’m a grown ass man.” He laughed putting it back. He took a step back and read the signs. “What about this Purple Hyacinth?”

I shrugged. “The meaning is fitting. You give it to someone when you want forgiveness.”

I crossed his arms, his biceps threatening to break the seams. “That seems suiting.” He eyed from the side and smirked. “I bet you know what every flower in here means.”

I scoffed. “Comes with the job listing.”

He hummed and he thought, looking around the shop. “What about this-” he bent over to read the name “-Carnation?”

I chuckled. “I could just be making the meanings up.”

He smiled. “Very true. I’ll google.”

“Okay. Uh, the Carnation has a few meanings actually, depending on the color you choose.” I rolled my eyes. “The ‘white’ one means sweet and lovely. The ‘pink’ one means I’ll never forget you. But if you give someone a ‘two-toned’ one it means you can’t stand them and only give them ‘yellow’ if you wanna give them the message of disdain.”

He furrowed his brow. “Why did you put all the colors in air quotes?”

I shrugged. “Because I don’t just see ‘pink’ or ‘yellow’.”

“What does that mean?”

I sigh, looking around. “Take the yellow one for instance. You see yellow but I see yellow and green and a bit of orange.”

“Interesting.” He smirked. “What does the sunflower mean? It must mean something good since it’s one of the most popular.”

“You’d think so, right? But no. When they were first discovered by the Spanish, they thought they were made of real gold but of course they were wrong, giving them the meaning of false riches.”

“Jesus, how can someone be so smart and beautiful?” He smiled. “What about this one? My mother use to call them Black Eyed Susan’s.”

I smiled. “She’s right. That’s what they’re called and they mean justice.” I walked him down the shop a way and smiled. “The Chrysanthemum means honesty. Maybe you should give this to your mom.”

He snorted. “I never lied to her.”

“Okay.” I shrugged. “Maybe you should buy the Cornflower. Most people call it Bachelor’s Button.”

He grinned. “You think I’m a bachelor?”

“It was either bachelor or frat boy.”

“Smart, beautiful and funny.” He continued to walk down the aisles. “What about the honey-suckle?”

“Depending. It represents the bonds of love.”

He made a face. “I kinda broke her heart saying that Jenny and I broke up so better to stay away from that.” He watched me look around the shop, chewing my bottom lip. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure.”

He sighed. “When you look at things, is it .. weird?”

“Weird?”

He shrugged. “I mean, I only see yellow or blue or green, but you see tons of colors that most people can’t. Is it weird?”

I shook my head. “Not really. It’s weirder having to explain it to people. Most of them don’t understand or think it’s some form of mutant thing. One guy asked me if I was part of the x-men before.”

He laughed, throwing his head backwards. “You’re kidding?” I shook my head. “Not kidding. Jesus Christ, that guy had some guts.” He smiled again, looking down the rows of flowers. “How about this one? It looks like something my mom would like.”

“Ah, yes. Good choice actually. The purple iris stands for royalty but also for wisdom and respect.”

He picked the flower up and smelt it. “It’s beautiful.” He placed the flower under my nose. “Do you think it smells weird though?”

I shrugged. “I lost my sense of smell.”

His face dropped in color and he put the flower back, clearly embarrassed. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize.”

I shrug quickly and turn on my heel. “How do you think I can stand to be in a flower shop for twelve hours at a time?”

He chuckled. “Fair enough.” He picked up the purple iris flower again, smelling it. “This is a beautiful flower. My mom is full of wisdom and I respect her more than anyone in this world.”

I clapped my hands once and smiled. “There you are.”

He handed me the flowers and watched as I wrapped them in brown paper. I told him the price and he handed me a credit card. “Chris Evans, eh? I knew you looked familiar.”

“And yet you remain calm. Most people aren’t like that.”

“I’m professional.”

He smiled. “What time is your shift over?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” I gave him back his card.

He laughed. “Kind of why I asked you.”

My face went red. “That makes sense, of course.” I roll my eyes. “Uh, I’m off at eight.”

“Would you like to have dinner with me afterwards?”

I shrugged. “As long as you don’t ask me to smell your food.”

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