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HI, could you write about frank adler being a single (again) uncle and meets a new female bartender, reader in his usual bar. Both of them hit it off and started dating for about two months. frank introduced her to his niece, mary

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Making his way into his usual, Fergs, on a quiet Thursday night, Frank didn’t expect anything different. Place still looked the same; dimly lit with neon bar signs covering the walls and the smell of old beer. It felt like a second home, predictable, familiar and warm (due to the fact that they haven’t gotten that goddamn AC fixed). He settled onto the counter, head lowered waiting for his usual to appear magically in front of him like always.

“What can I getcha?” The voice wasnt from the usual gritty bar manager. For one it was feminine, young and perky. 

Frank couldn’t help his eyebrows raising at the sight of you. Sure they’ve hired pretty girls before but they usually didn’t last the week trying to keep up with demand while also hindering the advances of regulars. So how a beautiful <your hair colour> in a white tank top and denim short shorts was still here was a mystery to Frank. 

“Umm yeah hi can I just get umm.. just a..” he stumbled on his words trying to avoid your questioning gaze. 

“A beer?”

“Yeah that.” Frank gave a flat smile.

You undid the cap on the edge of the bar, Frank holding out his hand expectantly but you held the bottle away from him, holding it just above your shoulder. Raising an eyebrow expectantly.

“Please?” Frank said hesitantly.

“And…” You slowly inched it towards the bar top. 

“Thank you.” It was becoming increasingly clear to him how you have survived here. You don’t put up with shit.

You placed the beer in front of him “Manners..” you trailed 

“Maketh a man. William Horman.”

“Yes.” You smiled down at him from the bar.

“What are you doing here?” He said outwardly.

“Working.”

“Oh I see that. I meant what is someone like YOU doing HERE?" 

“What is someone like me… exactly?” You placed your palms on the bar, leaning into him closer. 

He took a long swig of his drink. Sighing in contentment at the taste.

“Too smart to be a bar maid, too classy for Coors beer and way too pretty for a place like this.” 

You looked around at the empty bar with a few drunk stragglers. Taking the beer from his hands you took a long swing. “I am never too good for Coors beer.” 

Frank let out a low whistle “That’s good to know.” 

“I’m Frank by the way.” He held out his hand for you to shake.

“Y/N.” You shook his hand.

“Nice to meet you.” He smirked

“Likewise.” You bit your bottom lip. 

“So when do you get off?” He smirked devilishy.

“So she’s not like other kids.” Frank looked over at you, peering over his sunglasses.

“What do you considered “other kids”…” 

“She spends a lot of time with adults so she talks a bit differently.”

You shrug “I’m sure she’s fine, she’s got a good uncle.” He grabbed your hand, placing it under his as he moved the gear shift. 

“She just takes a while to warm up to people so I just don’t want you to be discouraged.” 

“Frank, she doesn’t bite.” You waved him off. 

“No she grew out of that 2 years ago.” He joked with you.

He pulled into the driveway of their humble abode. Paint falling off the rackety old porch framed by the half dead grass from a hot blazing summer. You loved it. It was Frank, imperfect yet homey.

You got out of his truck and waited for him to lead towards the screen door with an obvious hole that had been scratched out by a cat desperate to decide when and where they go.

Hearing the sound of car doors being shut, Roberta made her way out. Taking one look at you, she stopped in her tracks, placing a

hand on her hip. 

“Well my goodness you are prettier than he described.”

“Why thank you Miss Taylor.” You let her embrace you in warm tight hug.

Her chin resting on your shoulder, she raised her eyes in excitement at Frank behind you. 

“Alright break it up you two.” He pulled you back into his side. 

“Thanks for watching her.” He gave the woman a warm smile. 

“Anytime, now I gotta go but it was lovely to meet you and hey don’t take what she says to heart… she takes a while to warm up.”

“I’ve been told! Hopefully this goes well and I’ll be seeing more of you.” She gave you and Frank both a quick kiss to the cheek. 

“You ready?” He whispered in your ear as you both stood in front of the door separating you from your make or break meeting.

You readjusted your bag strap on your shoulder, taking a deep breath “Ready.” With that he pushed open the screen. 

“Mary… I’m home. We’ve got company.” 

You both walked into the living room where the young girl sat, mindlessly stacking lego blocks on the floor, ignoring the calls of her uncle. 

“Hi Mary, I’m-“ You started to introduce yourself in your high pitched little kid voice. 

“Did he pick you up at Fergs?” She said dryly. 

“Close! I work at Fergs.” You gave a tense smile.

“That’s a stark change isn’t it Frank?”

“Mary!” He scolded.

You placed your hand on his shoulder mouthing it’s okay as you walked a little closer towards her. 

“Frank said you’re pretty smart.”

“I’ve gotten “baby Einstein” once or twice.” She replied, not looking up from the floor. 

“I was thinking more Hypatia.” She stopped her movements, looking up at you for the first time quizzically. 

“Whose that?”

“Oh you don’t know who Hypatia was?” You said in faux shock. 

She shook her head. 

“Huh… well for one she was a girl…” You stalked towards her, plopping down on the mat beside her. 

Pulling your legs up to your chest, hugging your knees. Her lack of running away was a good start so you went on…

“She was a mathematician in ancient Egypt back in a time were only men were allowed to do math.”

“Women can do math too!” She piped up, brows furrowed. 

“Oh I agree! Well she figured out a way for ships to navigate and I think I have… oh here it is!” You reached into your bag, pulling out a thick book on the ancient academic that you had secretly brought for her. 

It was brand new with a glossy cover and you threw it around your trailer a couple of times beforehand to make it look worn and read. You had read it of course but maths wasn’t really your thing, the history of women on the other hand… you were always down. 

“Can I please see?” She looked up at you with doe eyes, biting her bottom lip, desperate to flick through the pages.

“Yeah you can have it. I already read it. I’m onto Beyond Good and Evil now.” 

“By Friedrich Nietzsche?” She smiled at the common interest found.

You nodded, eyes widened at her. 

She looked up at Frank; “I like this one.” 

He leaned against the doorway, watching you two in amazement. No one got Mary besides him and Roberta but now he’s starting to think that no one had tried like you. No one bothered to listen when he’d tell them that talk of Barbies and pink nail polish didnt get her interested. That she was pulling thick academia books from the shelf at age 4, desperate to absorb the knowledge they held. How she wanted to be talked to like an equal or better yet be given the materials to have what she so desperately craved. Have someone listen, guide her, talk to her as she was and not try and dumb things down. And here you were, making her eyes light up and hanging on your every word. 

“Good. I’ll leave you two to it then I guess.” He said simply tapping the frame before making his way into the kitchen to prepare his two girls a snack. Smiling like an idiot. Yeah you were a keeper. 

the reader and chris meet for the first time at a dinner with shared joy. the reader notices chris directly and would like to get to know her better. the reader just thinks he is from the market since she heard the news that he is dating alba. only his family and friends know that alba and chris only have a personal relationship. chris tries to explain that to her

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Disclaimer: All characters, mentioned and referred to even those based on real people are entirely fictional. All characters and events are entirely works of fiction for the purpose on entertainment. I make no comment on those mentioned within the request or story. (Can't sue me now baby I'm a law school drop out 😘 )

Fuck fuck fuck. You were late, sooo beyond late for the Charity Gala. Security were mulling outside and in an attempt to save face and avoid having them open the large and very loud doors for your entrance you ripped off your heels clutching them in your hand with your bag as you raced up the stairs. 

“You’re late…” Tommy, the security guard who got rostered on all the events in your city was at the door, eyes honed in on you with a devilish smirk. Tommy had gotten you out of many difficult situation and in return you’d sneak him beer to drink out the back. 

“No shit Tommy.”

The security guard laughed “Don’t worry no one’s taking your spot, get in there.” 

“You’re the best.” Giving him a quick hug

Muffled conversation filled the room as you made your way to your seat in between your work bestie, Nigel and… who the fuck was that?

“Always making an entrance.” Nigel leaned over to the mysterious stranger with dark hair who you couldn’t see the face of but you swooned at his booming laugh. 

“I’m here! I’m here! Don’t fret!” You slid into your seat with a huff causing your bangs to raise slightly from the sudden gust. 

“Omg when did you stop wearing shoes that’s not chic.” Nigel faux gasped. Realising you were still clutching them you quickly tried to manoeuvre your foot back into the all too expensive, uncomfortable heel under the table. 

“I ran here.” You huffed at Nigel.

“That’s great sweetie good for you! Smashing those New Year’s resolutions! Now turn around and meet Chris.”

You were finally able to look up at the handsome celebrity, who looked thoroughly amused by your grand entrance and clunky movements.

The event was held annually to raise money for the arts and your work was a key sponsor but occasional celebrity appearances were nothing to make your jaw drop like this. 

“Be nice…” Nigel whispered swiftly in your ear before he pranced off to socialise. 

“I’ve heard lots about you.” He held out his hand for you to shake

“Good stuff I hope.” The corners of you mouth raised slightly as you returned the gesture. You never saw Chris Evans on the guest list and Nigel always handled the table seating, it was starting to became incredibly clear that the man who had listened to you rant on and on about your relationship status for years had pulled off the mother of all blind dates. That sneaky, conniving little bit-

“Nigel was telling me about how much you do for the artists you work with and quote how ‘You’re their God’…” You were pulled out of your train of thought by Chris smirking at the last line. 

You finally were able to look at his face properly, the small signs of ageing present in the specks of grey in his beard and the wrinkle on his forehead. He was a borderline silver fox, still in his prime with obvious experience present in his face and demeanour.

But you weren’t going to let yourself swoon so easily. Memories flooded in of your recent girls night, as you all huddled around Instagram reading about his newest girlfriend who was conveniently not present. 

She was young which was fine but your FBI level investigator friends were intricately telling you about her background like she was some girl from college. Her horrid behaviour towards waitstaff, her lack of work ethic and how little she cared about her projects, the tweets of her shaming anyone who wasn’t skinny and white - those ones hit hard. You were never the beauty type but that didn’t stop you from gaining the attention from men. But the idea of another woman shaming another for their looks made your skin crawl. She was the antithesis of everything you ever believed in; good manners, kindness and hard work. You believed people were a reflection of those who they surrounded themselves with. And as the memory recalled in your head you couldn’t help but feel icky at the man who while nice and polite probably felt little of you. 

You felt to get through the night you’d definitely need a little help. 

“Well not really, I just listen. People like when you hear them out. I feel like today that kind of personal aspect is lost in interactions.” 

Great answer. Professional. Clear. Nailed it. 

“Well I think they’re lucky to have someone like you. It’s great to see someone give people a platform to share their art.” 

Your eyes diverted from his intense gaze as he spoke sincerely at you to one of your favourite people walking past with a large bottle of wine, the condensation on the sides told you it was white. Your favourite.

“Yeah it’s great, sorry just a second… pssst Geraldine!”

The elderly woman looked at you with a beaming smile on her face, immediately shuffling over to you. 

“Hey! how are you girl?” You took her outstretched hand, squeezing it with happiness. 

“Good! So happy to see you here - I’ll get you the good stuff this stuff… it’s no good!” She waved her finger at you, sticking her tongue a little. 

“Thanks Gerry.” You smiled at her, appreciative of her and the gifts she brings. She was your version of God. 

“You’re welcome darling!”

“You know the waitstaff by name?” His eyebrow raised and you prepared yourself for a snarky comment. 

“They’re human too aren’t they?”

“No I agree I just have met very few people at stuff like this who aren’t so self absorbed with themselves to notice the people who are doing things for them.” You heart pinged a little at that comment, you started to soften in his presence. Catching yourself, you readjusted your posture, pulling your shoulders back. 

“I dont believe you should treat people on their perceived importance, besides kindness pays and now we are all gonna be drinking the good stuff.” You raised your empty glass up, ready to receive the tasty confidence from a bottle.

“I’ll drink to that.” He raised his tumblr of dark liquor, clinking it to your now full glass, making eye contact as you both sipped.

You had nothing to lose and decided to have fun with this, already planning how you are going to recount this epic story of ego takedown to the girls. 

“So Evans right?”

“Yes ma’am.” 

“Huh didn’t recognise you without your bucket hat.”

Chris scoffs “So you saw that huh?”

“Against my will but yes.”

“Well it was complicated.”

“Yeah I imagine hanging around models and c list celebrities all day is “complicated”.”

“I’m hanging around you aren’t I.”

“I’m not a model and I’m not complicated.”

“That surprises me.”

“You don’t know me near enough to be surprised.” You shake your head. 

“No but I would like to.”

“Now THAT surprises me.”

“Seems you don’t like me very much based on what you’ve read.”

“I never I said I didn’t like you I just believe you are the company you keep and I don’t like your company.” 

“That’s still an assumption.”

“Well screenshots live forever don’t they?” You gave him a sarcastic grin.

“You think I would know about those and still continue to hang around someone?”

“How could you not know, do you not know how to use Twitter?” 

“During all your research I thought you would of realised I’m not the best with social media.” He laughed awkwardly.

“I didn’t research you, as I said ‘against my will’”

“Well we are both here now so ask away.” He gestured his drink outwards.

You bit your lip trying to decipher the bullshit from reality but every word he spoke sounded so earnest.

“Why do you date the same skinny actress just in different fonts every time?”

“Who said I dated all of them?”

“Fair enough.”

“Not every woman I’m pictured with I’m necessarily dating.”

“Why would you chose to hang around someone who is so…”

“Horrible?” He interjects 

“I was going to say repulsive.”

“I don’t always have a choice.”

“That’s ridiculous you’re in your 30s.”

“40s… thank you but it’s the way of the game.”

“So you’re a coward?”

His jaw tightened at the suggestion and his playful gaze fell from his face.

“No I just haven’t found the right one.” 

“Maybe because you’re going for the wrong ones.”

“Do you know what this industry is like? I’m constantly getting pushed into being around people that I don’t particularly like.”

You gestured around you with obviousness apparent on your face. 

“Your job is different.”

“So now you’re saying my life is easy?”

“No I’m saying you don’t have 50 cameras in your face at once and people usually aren’t using you for what you have.”

You pursed your lips realising you’ve hit a nerve,

“You really didn’t know did you?”

“Nope. If I did I wouldn’t of taken it as far as it got. People are damn good at hiding their true-selves when it’s convenient but something tells me, you would never understand that.”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“Well for starters, you came in late, expensive heels in hand - tells me you have good taste but are practical when need be.” 

You nodded at the analyse. 

“You’re nice to everyone you meet, I think about 50 people have walked past beaming at you which is a nice change to have the attention off me for once.” 

“I’m just good at my job.”

“I don’t doubt it but you give it humility. Nigel told me all about what you do and he didn’t understate it.”

You blushed at your accolades particularly coming from the handsome actor.

“I think you can’t help but be anything but yourself and why would you when you’re so great? It’s endearing and a little bit intimidating.” He chuckled out that last line. 

“So I’m asking, can we start over?” He leans in a little closer, placing his hand on your knee like it was nothing out of the ordinary. 

“Yes.” You place your hand on his.

“But first… what if your type?” You quizzed.

“I’m looking at her.” He smirked at you.

After many speakers, more glasses of wine and an unspoken plate swap with Chris who graciously gave you his pasta after you starting drooling over it, the night was starting to become less formal and performers started to play covers of songs you couldn’t help but bop and sway to.

“Do you dance?” Chris asked casually

“Well yes but-.”

“Great!” He interjected, pushing out his chair and holding out his hand.

“Dance with me.”

“I don’t think that’s a good look, there’s photographers around and I know-“

“Omg woman just shut up and go dance with him!” Nigel nudged you out of your seat with Chris quick to steady you.

“You’re an asshole.” You faux sneered at him.

“And you’ll thank me Monday.” He gave you a smug smile.

Chris walked you both to the makeshift dance floor. Wrapping his arm around your waist as you swayed softly.

“So what do you think?” He quipped

“The Gala is going great, no major issues everyone looks like they’re having a good time.” You looked around nervously at a few curious eyes on you two.  

“About me I meant.”

“Oh! Well… I’m 80% convinced.”

“Convinced of what?”

“That you’re not an ass.” 

“That’s promising.”

“Well I’m not easy to sway.”

“Didn’t think you would be.” He purred at you.

You bodies were moving in a slow sway, Chris taking the lead as you melted into his arm as he moved you around the floor. 

“Do you know what you’re doing?”

“Dancing?”

“No being seen with me.”

“What’s so wrong with it?”

“People still think you’re dating her.”

“And? Now they won’t and for good reason.”

“And I was the perfect choice?”

“You weren’t a factor in the plan but if you must know a news report from a “close friend” is due to come out in…” He checks his watch behind your shoulder. 

“12 hours that her and I called it quits.”

“So how do I come into it?”

“You’re just the beautiful woman I met at a charity ball days after a break up that turned out to be my future wife.” He was grinning now. 

“You’re ridiculous you know that?”

“Maybe, but I still want to see you again.”

“80% Evans.”

“Well do you think it’ll be at 90% by next Wednesday?”

“Possibly why?”

“Cause that’s when I’m taking you out… lean back.”

He dramatically dips your body down near the floor never letting an inch of hair even come close to the ground, pulling you back up slowly so your bodies are closer than ever.

You were slightly panting now as he eyes raked your face for a sign of agreement.

“You’re a little too good at this aren’t you?”

“I use to do Tap.”

“No with swooning women.”

“Well if it helps you’re harder to crack than most.”

“Keep it that way.”

He spins you out, only for you to spin back in, your back towards his chest as his arms wrap around your stomach securely. His nose dragging along your cheek.

“So Wednesday?”

“It’s a date.” You move around, hands now landing on his strong chest, his arms clutching your waist protectively, scared if he loosens his grip you’ll somehow disappear into thin air. 

“Would you mind being the front page of a gossip magazine?”

You looked at him confused “Yes why?”

“Because I really want to kiss you but there’s a guy with a camera just over your left shoulder.” 

“Can he see my face?”

“No.”

“Is he filming?”

“Photographer so don’t think so.”

“Could you make him delete it?”

“Definitely.” He grinned.

With that you leaned up a little closer, putting your weight on your toes and placing a soft kiss on his warm plump lips, seeing a sudden flash of white light through closed eyelids you pulled out a little flushed, biting your lip as brush rose to your cheeks. 

“Make him send that to me before he deletes it.”

“Whatever you want.” He leaned down for another kiss.  

Your Chris's fluff alphabet was great. Can you write a smit alphabet?

Chris Evans | NSFW Alphabet

A/N: I cant write a smit one but I can write a smut one. Lol. But also thank you cause I love these and loved my fluff one!! If anyone wants any fics on any of the letters send it to my inbox babies x

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Chris will want to remain inside of you for a while after you’re both done, just catching his breath plus he likes the feeling of being inside of you but eventually you’ll shove him until he gets up and goes to the bathroom. He comes back with a warm cloth and then slowly cleans you up, making sure you’re alright, asking you your favourite part (He loves hearing he did good, mans has a praise kink). Then he’ll make sure you pee (YOU HAVE TO PEE) because he knows UTIs aint pretty and doesn’t want to be the reason you get one. Sometimes you’ll have a shower together and he’ll wrap you up in a towel and then takes you back to bed, cuddle with you and pat your hair until you’ve fallen asleep. Sometimes if you both aren’t completely dead by the end, he’ll open the door and let Dodger back in, make you both tea and you’ll cuddle while watching a movie.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

His hands calloused and rough his fingers fit perfectly around your throat, and he always knows the right kind of pressure to apply with his fingers against your skin or your pussy. You can’t get enough of his long digits deep inside of you or down your throat as you taste yourself on him. He also loves how good his hand looks around your pretty little throat, the way your eyes roll back into your head, and you gasp a little at the partial loss of air.

Everyone thinks Chris is an ass guy… and he is but your tits make him go wild. He’s arguably toeing the line over into tit guy territory. He always wants to have his face in them, even if you’re just sitting on his lap innocently, he calls them his favourite pillows. During sex, they’re always one of the main places he goes, just licking and sucking and nibbling on your nipples knowing it makes your back arch and you let out a gaspy moan. He loves the sound.  He’s also gotten very used to tit jobs and while they don’t do much for you, you love how excited he gets, mounting you and putting his cock between your tits.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

Chris has a massive breeding kink, so the idea of you filled with his cum turns him on beyond belief and he wants as much of it in you as possible. Which includes shoving the oozing cum back in you with his fingers once he cums in you. Sure, you look absolutely gorgeous to him when its covered over your cheek and you show him his load on your tongue before you swallow but nothing beats a good cream pie.

The thought of putting a baby in your warm, soft womb and it being his, how nice and round your belly would get with his baby – drives him nuts. He’ll wait a little longer though for the real thing.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

You get a pedicure every month and always pearly white toes and Chris always asks to see them after, rubbing your feet, giving your toes a cheeky suck. He loves how they look against his cock when you tease it with your feet. It’s not an outright foot fetish but he does find your feet weirdly sexy, especially in heels or sandals. Especially the fact that they’re connected to your strong, curvy legs.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

The man has history and he’s not ashamed of it. He always says there may have been girls before you but you’re the one in his bed every night so who cares. You weren’t no angel either! He always tells you the sex with you is different and he hasn’t experienced that level of intimacy and love with anyone else, plus you two are always doing new things together so it’s not like you haven’t had firsts with each other.

F = Favorite position (This goes without saying)

One week when Chris took you away to the cabin, he pulled out the Kuma Satra and you attempted every position in the book. Granted, some required flexibility that neither of you two could muster but it was one of the best weeks of his life. Trying out new things, you two never leaving the bedroom except for food and water. He loved it.

But the classics are still his favourite, particularly doggy in front of the mirror. This way he can see your pretty face when you cum. He loves how good you look with your back curved, ass high up in the air. He’ll bend over a little and put his fingers in your mouth or around your throat or force you to look at yourself by pulling on your hair. The angle is the best for both of you, with Chris hitting the super deep spots and you not having to do much work. He loves watching your ass jiggle and ripple when he has you in doggy, he can’t get enough of the thickness of your ass and how it feels when he rolls it around in his large hands, trying to get as much as he can.

But when he’s feeling a bit more romantic and intimate, it’s just classic missionary. He can look at your face and kiss your neck, intertwine your fingers, and hold your hands above your head. he likes it when you wrap your legs around him, trying to take him as deep as possible and the way your chest presses up against his, that alone drives him crazy.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in that moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

The Kuma Satra week ended a lot of the time with you both falling into each other, laughing your heads off. He likes how you don’t take it too seriously all the time and he can joke or tease you a bit. Sometimes in doggy or when he’s going down on you, he’ll make a stupid joke saying he found a mole you’ve never seen before, looking up at you smirking. Early on in your relationship you named his dick “The Captain” and while at first, he groaned and told you not to call it that, he got on with the inside joke quickly. He’ll come up behind you and say, “The Captain is on alert.” Then rub his boner against you, or text you that “The Captain misses you”.

We love The Captain.

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes)

You banned Chris from shaving his snail trail because you just loved it so much. When he doesn’t have to shave his chest for movies, you’re the happiest girl alive. You love the big manly chest. Down low, he keeps it trimmed, it’s much like his beard in texture and length.

As for you, he says he doesn’t like hair in his food, but you were waxing way before he came along so it didn’t matter. A little hair isn’t going to stop him though so if you get lazy and let it grow, he treats it all the same. He knows better than to start telling a woman what to do with her body.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

Chris feels that intimacy isn’t just sex. It’s the little jokes you share or the soft squeeze of your waist to pull you closer. He’s a complete and utter romantic normally, and sex really comes into that.

He cried having sex with you once and when you thought you had done something completely wrong, he just looked up and said

“Sawrry its not you… well it is… I just got a little emotional about how much I love you and how lucky I am to be so close to you… its nothing though we can keep going if ya want. Sorry it’s probably not the biggest turn on to have a guy cry during sex” Safe to say you cried as well.

He thinks what you two have is super special and loves every second he gets to be close to you in that regard. He likes the ritual of lighting a candle, giving you a nice massage or putting rose petals on the bed just because.

He’s intense, when he’s deep inside of you, looking into your eyes and your hands are interlocked he’ll tell you he loves you with complete earnest laced in his voice. He loves that he’s able to be so intimate and vulnerable with you and only you. He thinks sex between you two is sacred and goes above just fucking – it’s an act of love and devotion for him and he makes that known every time.

J = Jack off (Masturbation head canon)

While nothing beats the feeling of you, long stretches of time away meant he had to take matters into his own hands (literally). Doesn’t mean he doesn’t take all the help he can get even to the point of spraying your perfume on the pillow and pulling out a pair of your panties from his luggage. And obviously, facetiming you no matter how tired he is. Being able to see your face and hear your voice as you egg him on sends him over the edge. He loves watching you doing your thing on camera, turning him on. He’ll lock the door and silence his phone, so all his attention is on your pretty little face.

When your miles away and fast asleep, he’ll go off the endless photos and videos on his phone of you… some with clothes on and some not…

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

The way you call him Daddy drives him wild, you’d never do it in front of people, but he loves hearing it. The way you release into his strong figure, letting him take control of things. He loves how cock drunk you get, unable to talk with him inside of you as he pry your mouth open with his thumb, rubbing it along your lower lip.

Pulling your arms behind your back in doggy and holding them secure with his hands is the nice and quick old-fashioned way. But you’ve got a little time, he’ll get out the fluffy handcuffs, they were a joke at first, but he loves watching you squirm, unable to touch his chest, his arms, his face or your clit, desperate for a release.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

The bedroom obviously is the top option; everything you need, endless privacy and the bathroom is right there.

But you both get a secret kick out of event bathrooms, doing a sneak away, one at a time to be discrete. The last person closing the door behind them and immediately you two jumping on each other, literally, you’ll jump him, and he’ll catch you readily, lips attached yours as he places you on the sink while your hands fall to his belt, trying to get it undone as quickly as possible.

The back of cars get too stuffy and aren’t your favourite, but he’ll slip his fingers under your dress and tease your clit a bit or you’ll palm him over his pants maybe even stroke it a little before you have to get out, both now horny and frustrated till the moment you can sneak away.  

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Seeing you wear his clothes.

When you’re sweaty after a workout, he reckons you taste like a beautiful, salty/sweet mix and he loves how you look in leggings.

When you have to jump a little to get something off a high shelf or when running up the stairs and your boobs bounce, and a ripple falls across your whole body.

 Anything tight and sexy that shows off your soft skin and the curve of your body – he adores. When you have to be serious for a work call or a meeting. He could watch you talk all day in your professional voice over zoom, hair in a claw clip and glasses on your face, only he can see the tiny shorts your wearing under the desk. He calls you his sexy receptionist and he’d stare at you all day if he didn’t want to rip your clothes off.

But his true motivation, is people flirting with you. All the ogling eyes, lingering stares, and poor attempts to whoo you motivate him more to pull you closer, take you home and prove to you, who really deserves your love and that he’s the only guy allowed to take you to bed.

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Three ways and above. Chris was never good with sharing growing up so there is no way in hell that he would ever share his favourite thing in the world… you. People think you have this open Hollywood relationship, but it couldn’t be further from the truth because he is extremely loyal and holds you to the same standard, he holds himself. 100% Monogamous. He wants to be the only one making you cum. (and he gets jealous way too easily)

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves when you get on your knees and worship his cock, and all your little tricks you do with your tongue and mouth. But he much prefers the way you react when he goes down on you.

He loves overstimulating you and making you go crazy; he knows if you say stop you don’t really mean it (you have another safe word) because your hand is pulling his head deep into your core. He’ll pull your legs over his shoulders, get a firm grip on the skin of your ass and pin you down to the bed and his favourite, using his strength to pin you up against the wall effortlessly no matter your size. He won’t stop until you’re completely out of juices to cover his beard with. He loves the taste of you on his tongue, the feeling of you pulling on his hair and leaving red marks on his back. He doesn’t care if he can’t really breathe while he’s being smothering by the beautiful, soft, plump skin of your thighs. Lapping, sucking, nibbling, and rubbing with his tongue and fingers.

Chris thinks he has a magical tongue… and he does, he just doesn’t let you hear the end of it. He will always go down on you first, he likes it even more than getting head. He’ll be between your legs, licking and sucking up every drop of your sweet goodness, spitting on your folds, inhaling the scent of you and holding you down as you try and wiggle out of his grip. It’s a lot of “Give me one more baby.” And “God, you go crazy for my mouth don’t ya sweetheart?” He’s such a dick about it but you love him between your legs so you’re not gonna complain. He’s not just using it on your pussy... no… he’s licking at your ear, rolling it along your thighs or your lower back and shoving it in your mouth whenever he gets the chance – he always tastes either like mint gum or beer… and sometimes both and it’s a delicious mixture that makes you go weak.

Especially, when you’re on your stomach and he can move his tongue up towards your tight little hole, teasing it to prepare it for his finger.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough, slow and sensual? etc.)

It depends, sometimes sex is for you two to reconnect in an intimate, sexual “I missed you” way and then its slow and sensual with lots of slow, deep wet kisses and you can enjoy feeling every vein of him against your walls.

But other times, to get you both over the edge it’ll move into the vigorous pace of his balls slapping against your pussy and his cock pounding into you so you can feel every hit of your cervix.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickie, how often etc.)

With Chris’ schedule you don’t get many nights together and you both kind of like the sudden thrill of ripping each other’s clothes off to get as close as you possibly can. Wherever and whenever you can, his pants will be at his ankles and your dress ridden up, with you pushed against the nearest wall or surface. You stopped wearing underwear so frequently so he could always have easy access. It always ends with you just making sure your dress doesn’t look weird after a quickie in the bathroom and you trying to push him off because he keeps kissing and rubbing on you saying he wants more. But you always end, smiling from him kissing every inch of your face and tickling your sides to emit those cute little giggles.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

If no one gets hurt… he’ll do it. While you two don’t do anything super crazy, he gets a kick out of reading some bizarre sex tip online or seeing some crazy position and then doing it with you. He brought a massage candle and went crazy for the feeling of you pouring hot wax on his chest. He likes trying new things because he figures you never know what crazy idea will make its way onto your permanent list of activities.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

He goes well for his age, as long as you cum at least twice he’s happy. Hell, he could go all day with breaks for meals. One time as a “joke” he took Viagra. He didn’t need it; a buddy just gave it to him as a joke and he took it. You both were sore for the next 2 weeks because he couldn’t stop fucking you. You tried a thousand different things to try and get him over the edge, you were up till 4am until sleep gave in. It was fun but the mix of horniness and inability to cum just made him go crazy. You promptly banned him from ever taking it again.

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

The drawer. You two are kinky, so you have a whole drawer in his bedside table dedicated to toys. Handcuffs, rope, blindfolds, butt plugs, vibrators, dildos, vibrator remotes – you don’t always use them (because you don’t have to) but it’s always fun when you have time and want to get a little extra spicier. He’ll sometimes lean over and grab the little bullet vibrator he got for you and place it on your clit while he’s fucking you, for that little extra push to get you over the edge.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Chris is a massive tease whether it’s coming out of the bathroom holding his towel so it’s just covering the Captain or coming up behind you, barely scraping his crotch against your ass. Always the non-cholent, faux innocence asking you what you’re doing, how you are feeling, if you want some loving. Running his hands down your sides, moving them towards your hips and ass and giving you soft grabs, pinching at your rolls to make you giggle. Then you’ll confront him and ask him what he’s doing, and he’ll go all “Oh nothing… don’t worry about it.”

Sometimes, he’ll even just pretend not to care when you’re in the mood, giving you “hmms and umms” not looking up from whatever he’s doing just to see how long you can take it. Like a fucking psycho.

He knows not to tease you too much when you’re in the mood or in the moment or you’ll start crying from frustration, Chris doesn’t want his baby crying he just wants to make you feel good. He also can’t keep his hands off you for long.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

There’s no need to be quiet with the house to yourself so Chris is full of groans and grunts, even a little bit of whining if you tease him too long, to the point your neighbours probably think he’s in pain…

But he loves how much you love dirty talk whispered in your ear.

W = Wild Card (A random headcanon)

Your period and Chris’ schedule don’t always see eye to eye. Meaning when he comes home after a long time away and all he wants to do is bury his cock in you, a bit of blood is the last thing that’s going to stop him. He’ll throw a towel down and never makes a big deal if a little gets on him, it’s just a period. You also enjoy it more (if that’s even possible with Chris), all your hormones running wild, orgasms and sensations are heightened. He notices it a huge help with your mood swings and cramps so now he just sees it as a win-win situation.

He’s not putting his head down there though.

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

We’ve all seen it. That shit is as thick as a coke can.

So, Chris knows that before he even tries to push it there must be lube. Whether that’s the good stuff from the bottle, his spit or him taking extra time to get you really turned on beforehand. Because there is no way that thing is slipping in raw. He’ll always make sure to mention how tight you are around him and how good you take his cock.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Pretty fucking high… but not to exhaustion.

If Chris is at home, you’re doing it 4 times a week minimum. Morning, during breakfast, lunch, before bed, middle of the night – it doesn’t matter if you’re both game and wanting. It’s impressive for his age and he doesn’t isn’t the old man he claims his is with all that energy to please you. You think he’s trying to make up for all the times he’s away. Maybe if he wasn’t away for half the year it’d be steady and normal but he always comes home ravenous and desperate for you.

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep)

After a hot and heavy love making session, once you’ve both done the necessary aftercare you are both spent. Chris nuzzles his bearded chin into your chest or neck and falls right asleep in your warm embrace and you both drop off pretty quickly. But don’t worry he’ll be nudging you awake at 2am for round 2.

Wow i'm glad you do. For Nick Vaughan i want to ask for a fluff. (i never say no to smutt by the way :) ) Reader came from another country to new york. They met while reader is walking at the city at night. They start dating and fall so hard for each other. They decide to movie in in a small apartment which is a safe, sweet home to both. The first one that they have❤

Also, a request that is deserving of multiple parts! 🥰

Nick Vaughan X Reader Series

Take Me Home | Part 1: Meet Cute

A/N: Ooft... did this take a while! I am so sorry for the delay for my love @atoosa22 but i hope you enjoy the first part of what is sure to be a very fluffy (and soon to be smutty) series. ☘️😘

“Yeah mom, of course, uh-huh... yeah I’m heading home now… yes… it’s freezing here.” You pulled your keys out of the lock of your workplace, holding your phone between your shoulder and cheek as you listened to your mothers worries and concerns knowing she stood halfway across the world powerless while you were alone in the big city.

But there was no such thing as being alone in New York, all the sounds, the lights, the people. It never slept. But you certainly did.

3am and all you could think about is your nice, warm fluffy bed at home.

“Yeah mom, ok well I gotta go… I love you have a good day!”

You hung up, slipping your phone into your pocket. Tightening your coat around you, noticing the misty cloud that appeared when you breathed out. Fiddling with your keys in your hand, manoeuvring the teeth of the metal between your knuckles (just in case).

It was a 20-minute walk back to your apartment. What could happen in the 20-minute direct route to your apartment? 20 blocks. 20 minutes. Head forward. Shoulders back. One foot in front of the other.

Stragglers lined the street; sleeping homeless people, drunk patrons who have called it a night and a few bold individuals walking their dog.

You’re not alone. Never in New York.

You reached block 12 of your journey. With the building above it under construction a makeshift tunnel of plasterboard and wooden beams was your path. Poorly lit by a singular low functioning flood light above but with the rest of the street cut off, it was your only option.

The sound of your boots on the floor was drowned out by the sound of drunk male laughter. “Not every drunk man is a bad man” you thought as you followed the sound hoping to make it to the other side unfazed.

The tunnel was narrow, and the group of men took up most of the path, leaning against the walls, huddled in a group. Taking in a shaky breath you approached them, eager to pass without being perceived.

“Hey pretty girl where you going?” Mission failed as the man snarled at you. You bowed your head, suddenly becoming interested in the tips of your shoe that was until the presence of another matched you toe to toe.

He had blocked your path, forcing you to look up. “Hey when a man’s talking to you, you respond.” His voice was louder this time, agitated. You had heard it many times before in men. Angry men. Men who always got their way by force.

You clenched your fist around your keys, feeling the keychain make indents on your skin. The man had an audience, and he wasn’t going to relent.

“Why don’t you smile a little…” His hand edged towards your face but shot away suddenly at an echo from behind you.

“Baby hey why you walking so fast!” A man came up beside you, wrapping his hand tightly around your waist.

“Excuse me guys.” He gave a firm shoulder nudge towards the man in front of you, pushing him the side. Frozen in fear you let him lead you towards the exit.

You both walked in silence to the next block, far gone from the narrow tunnel.

“Thank you.” You finally let out.

“Oh, foreign that explains it.” He mutters. The fear in your body had now left, replaced with annoyance.

“What’s that supposed to me?” You pushed out of his grip around your waist. Now face to face with the man who technically saved your life.

He looked down on you, while a little wayward in appearance, he was tall and handsome a scruffy beard curving around a strong jaw. Even with layers he looked as though he packed a decent bit of muscle, enough to push your average creep down if needed.

“It means anyone whose actually from New York knows that when you look like that you shouldn’t be walking around it at 3am.” He spits, cocking his head to side in a condescending manner.

“For your information, I’ve done that walk many times since I moved here and that has never happened. And since when is it a woman’s responsibility to reconfigure their whole lives so creepy assholes don’t have a chance to take advantage of them?”

“That’s not what I meant.” He pinched his eyebrow in frustration.

“Well thank you for very much again and I hope you enjoyed your knight in shining armour moment.” You continued to walk, leaving behind your handsome saviour.

“Hey wait.” He jogged up behind you. You stopped in the middle of the sidewalk.

“God you do walk fast don’t ya?” His joke was met with your scowl.

“Let me at least walk you the rest of the way home?”

“Oh so you can know my address and then break in and kill me?” You scoffed.

“I would of been happy with a cup of thank you coffee.” He rubbed his neck, smirking at you.

“I don’t even know your name and you want to come back to my apartment?” You looked at him like he had two heads.

“Well, it’s Nick, and if that’s not good enough its Nick Vaughan born 14th of June 1981. Professional failing trumpet player, full time adored son, part time knight in shining armour, and my social security number is 79-.”

You put your hand up to stop him “Ok ok I get it you’re not a murderer.”

“Hey you cut me off at the best part!”

“Oh really?”

“I’m also the guy who makes sure a pretty girl who just had to deal with a drunken creep gets home safe.”

You pursed your lips inward to hide the smile threatening to come up as he called you pretty.

“Fine.” You let out.

“Wait a minute…” He stepped closer, holding out his pointer “What if you’re…” His finger threatening to push past your coat and touch the exposed skin of your chest. “The murderer.”

“Y/N, foreigner, passport holder of [your country], professionally [dream job] but also full time, loving daughter and occasional victim of drunken creeps.”

He thought for a moment, looking up at the skyscraper above him “Yeah that checks out.”

He held out his elbow, edging you to thread your hand in it. You looked at his arm in confusion.

“You’re cold I promise it’ll make you feel better.”

You were cold and his strong arm was inviting and with your limited experience of his arms around you, you knew that you liked it and it wouldn’t hurt to be able to savour the feeling this time. You begrudgingly slid your hand through.

Nick: “Is it rude to ask why you are walking home this late?”

Y/N: “Pushing it but if you must know I was closing at work.”

Nick: “Alone? They make you do it alone?” His voice laced with concern.

Y/N: “I’m not 15 so yes, they make me, an adult women close up shop at the end of the day.”

Nick: “Remind me not to start questioning the independence of a clearly very strong-minded woman.”

Y/N: “You learn quick, too bad you seem to be 30 years too late.”

Nick: “3 sisters, so excuse the natural instincts.”

Y/N: “Fair enough.”

Nick: “How do you drink coffee from where you’re from?”

Y/N: “In a mug.”

Nick: “Funny.”

Y/N: “I know. Now my turn.”

Nick: “Shoot.”

Y/N: “Why are you walking alone this late?”

Nick: “I’m a musician.”

Y/N: “Yes, but not a vampire so…”

Nick: “Most gigs are at night as well as drunk people are more likely to give up their cash.”

Y/N: “So, you’re a hustler?”

Nick: “I prefer the term opportunist.” He smirked at you.

“This is me.” You motioned towards the front step of your building.

“It’s pretty late-”

“I should let you go-”

You looked at each other, letting out soft laughter.

"Thanks for walking me home. I guess I owe you that cup of thank you coffee."

Nick grinned. "I'll hold you to that. How about tomorrow morning?"

"Sure, why not?" you replied, surprised by your own eagerness.

"But you're buying, you know struggling musician and all."

"Fine.”

"Goodnight, [Your country]."

“Goodnight, Nick.”

As he walked away, you couldn't help but feel a flutter in your stomach. Opening the door to your apartment, your back hitting the door as you slid to the ground, grinning like an idiot.

Hi there. I just read yes no maybe both parts, and i loved it! It was so well written. Love everything about it. Since request are open can i ask first sex for Chris and reader? When it's her first time. She has waited for the one.

Pretty Special

A/N: Happy New Year! First one of 2023 and I must say I'm very happy with it if I do say myself but feedback is always welcome. 💕☘️

WARNINGS: SMUT MINORS DNI. 8k filth, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, pain during sex, sex, orgasm, P in V

You fiddled with your hands nervously in the black car. 

Chris had generously brought you out to LA for the week, you had been talking on FaceTime and over the phone for over 2 months now. 

Making it 2 months since you’d last seen him and 2 months since you’ve had his lips on you. 

You don’t think you’ve ever been on a holiday where you did so little planning, he’d organised everything from the flight to the car, you just had to show up with your bags. 

You had landed a little after sunset and thanks to the comfy first-class seat you were well rested and just excited to meet Dodger for the first time. 

The elephant of the room sat in the back of your head, a looming force reminding you of the make-or-break situation that the future of you and Chris hanged on. You were a virgin. 

It’s not like you were lacking in offers from suitors it’s just that it was never right for you, wrong location, wrong guy, wrong underwear, too drunk, too tired, too bored. 

You had done anything else but that final threshold of having a dick inside of you was yet to be crossed, and why else would Chris spend all this money and fly you out if it wasn’t for the expectation for a little hanky panky? 

It’s not like you didn’t want the gorgeous man on top of you. That was all you could think about the last two months whenever he’d send a photo without a shirt on or if he’d send a bit of a suggestive text. God, it was all you thought about. 

But what if it turned him off? 

Taking someone’s virginity may not be a lot to some guys but what if he thought you were some inexperienced prude? 

What if didn’t want you to get really attached to your first time, but who were you kidding you were already attached.

The sex would probably just make you a sappy begging mess. That’s if he does. Worst case he tells you to get the fuck out and find your own way home. But he wouldn’t do that… 

Would he? 

“We are here ma’am.” The driver pulled you out of your train of anxious thought, parking in the driveway of a luxurious house that was definitely trying to sell itself as modest. Single story. So modest. If it wasn’t in the most expensive suburb of Hollywood and completely gated. You looked out the window to see Chris jogging out of the house towards your door. Your stomach flipped seeing him. He looked so… cool. In sweats and a T-shirt. You suddenly felt extremely overdressed in your casual dress and sandals. He was in sweatpants for God sakes! But he looked absolutely delicious and less tired than he did 2 months ago. He seemed calmer, more relaxed, and absolute overjoyed to see you. 

He opened your door “Hey pretty lady! You made it.” You got out of the car opting for a hug because at this stage your relationship was still undefined, and you didn’t want to come off too strong by planting a big fat kiss on his plump pink lips. 

“I made it!” Omg you’re an idiot. 

He pulled you in close, sneaking a whiff of your hair. 

“Was the flight, ok?” 

“It was the best flight I’ve ever been on. So much leg room!” 

“Yeah the first class seats a pretty comfortable.” 

“Thank you again it was very generous but you didn’t have to.” 

“I want you comfortable so yes I had to.” He thanked the driver pulling your bags out of the trunk. 

Taking them and wheeling them up the driveway, you inched towards your bags, but he quickly shielded them from you “Hey no I got it.” You followed him to the front door where he stopped with his hand on the doorknob. 

“Just warning you, when I open this door, you will get attacked.” 

“I’m ready” you were grinning like an idiot, excited to see the pup in the flesh 

“if he’s too much I’ll pull him off you.” 

“Please don’t.” 

“Don’t say I didn’t warn ya.” He shook his head opening the door just a crack, but it wasn’t long between Dodger wiggled his way out, immediately going to sniffing and pawing at your legs, licking every surface he saw. 

“Oh hello! Hi puppy! Hi! Hi! Hey.. how are you?” You crouched down to be met with more puppy kisses. 

“Hey hey Dodge easy I haven’t even gotten a kiss yet.” Chris pulled him lightly by the collar. You looked at him smirking as blush rose to your cheeks. 

You rose, pecking him on the cheek. “More where that came from Evans.” He chuckled, leading you into the foyer with Dodged staunchly between your legs. 

“Did you eat already?” 

“I did, food was better than I get on the ground sometimes” reminiscing on the 5-star meal you had in the air. 

“Well can I get you a drink then? I have wine, beer, spritz...” 

“Beer is fine.” 

“Geez a woman after my own heart.” 

Your bags abandoned in the foyer you followed him into the modern kitchen as he fetched two beers from the fridge, pulling off the cap with his teeth. 

“Omg you’re gonna crack your teeth!” 

“Veneers.” He grinned at you, cap between his front teeth as he spat it onto the counter. 

“No way!” 

“Yep but don’t tell anyone.” He winked at you, handing you the ice-cold drink. 

“It’s a nice night why don’t we sit outside?” You nodded, sipping your drink as you made your way outside and settled on the plush outdoor couch. 

Chris right next to you, falling with a sigh. 

“Soooo…” 

“So.” 

“There’s a guest bedroom if you’d like, has a bathroom and everything I did it up for you. But I was kind of hoping you’d sleep in my bed but if you don’t want to…” You bit your lip at the suggestion. 

“I want to it’s just-“ 

“Yeah no sorry too soon I didn’t want to pressure you or anything.” 

“No it’s not that like I want to sleep with you. Badly” his eyes lit up your statement 

“I promise I don’t bite.” 

“I wouldn’t mind if you did I’ve just… I’ve never… slept with anyone before.” 

“Oh so you have a habit of sneaking out when the deed is done… should I lock the doors then?” He chuckled, holding the bottle to his mouth.

“No Chris, I haven’t had sex… with anyone.” 

“Wow.” A silence fell over you two.

“Yeah I know it’s embarrassing.” 

“No, its not, definitely not embarrassing. I’m just kind of shocked no one has gone there before I mean… god you’re gorgeous.” 

“It’s not that they haven’t tried I’m just… picky.” 

“Would you want me to be your first time? I mean I’d be honoured but I understand if you want to save it for someone special.” 

“I think you’re pretty special.” You smirked at him. 

“Well how about we sit down here for a little and then we can go inside.” He placed his hand delicately on your thigh, rubbing it softly. 

You leaned over towards his ear “I’ve wait this long why are you gonna keep me waiting longer?” You purred. 

His ears went red, immediately jumping up and pulling you up, wrapping his arms around you “we’ll go as slow as you want.” 

“Thank you but I think I’m more than ready.” He planted a soft kiss on your lips, putting his hand on your face, inching your neck back a little to deepen the kiss.

“Come on.” He led you inside towards the bedroom door. 

Dodger behind you two “Nah-uh, Dodger stay.” Chris told him, before he had a chance to sneak in with you two. The pup wined a little, falling on his stomach. “Sorry buddy adults only.” You sulked at him. 

You sat with Chris on the edge of the bed, side by side, his hand sliding to your waist as his softly palmed the fabric of your dress. 

“So how far have you gone?” 

“Everything but.” 

“Ok great so you won’t mind if I slip this thing off.” His hands went to the edge of your dress. “You first.” You stopped his hands, eyeing him. 

He groaned, getting up and ripping off his shirt. 

This was your first time seeing him shirtless in the flesh and you couldn’t help your mouth fall agape as your eyes widened, looking at the intricate tattoos covering his chest. You were desperate to the trace them. Pulling off his sweats, revealing some basic Calvin Kleins, with a large, hard cock straining against them. 

He winked at you “Happy with your choice?” You just nodded shyly as he scooted back onto the bed next to you. 

Hands going to the hem of your dress as he pulled it over your head revealing your matching black lace set. 

“Matching? You definitely planned this.” 

You slapped his chest as he eased you back onto the pillows. 

Mouth falling to yours as he kissed you deeply, hands falling to your hips, grabbing you softly yet firmly. His mouth fell to your jaw, peppering kisses and nipping at the skin of your neck as he made his way towards your bra. 

“As pretty as this is...” he toyed with the lace edging, “Can I take it off?” He looked up at you, hands grabbing the two breasts. 

You just nodded as he smoothed his hands around your back, sitting up a little to allow him to expertly undo the clasp;

“You’ve definitely done that before.” 

“Practise makes perfect baby.” He purred against your lips going into kiss you. His tongue moved down towards your breasts, lightly sucking at the skin of your now erect nipples. You moaned, body instinctively moving into his. 

“Jesus… so perfect baby.” He left out a muffled groan while your tit sat delicately in his warm mouth. Moving towards your stomach, his movements slowed as he explored your bare skin with his fingertips, leaving a soft, wet trail of kisses towards your panties. He pressed his nose against your covered groin, inhaling your sweet scent. Licking at your inner thigh, your hands falling to his head, pushing him further giving him all the encouragement he needed to slowly pull off your panties. Mouth immediately returning to your folds as his tongue explored the insides of your oasis. Licking and sucking at your sensitive, erect clit, leaving you a moaning mess. It felt like he was between your legs for hours, making sure you were a soaking, moaning mess for him. 

“Good girl, god you taste so good baby.” Cumming onto his tongue, he continued to suck up and spit out your precious juices. 

Your hands aimlessly travelled towards his cock desperate to feel his length in your hand. 

“Nah-uh baby tonight’s about you.” He loomed over your now naked figure on his bed, drinking in the sight of you. 

“You can make up for it later.” He whispered in your ear as he sucked on your lobe. He broke the contact monetarily to finally release his now pulsating member, hard and erect with veins pulsating along the length. He was thick with a round, cut bulbous head. Your eyes widened at the sight of it in all its glory, gulping at what was soon to be your fate. 

“We’ll go slow.” He assured you, trying to ease the hesitation in your eyes. He sat over you, hands reaching towards his bedside table pulling out a bottle of lube and a condom. Slowly and delicately, he squirted the sticky liquid into his hand, rubbing it over his length in a teasing rhythmic fashion. Hands falling to your pussy, he slowly pushed a singular digit in, easing the lube in and out as you withered under his touch. Using his outer fingers to rub it on your folds, slowly adding a second finger to stretch you out;

“fuck you’re tight baby” 

“No shit I’m a virgin” you choked out through moans

 “Shit I almost forgot” he chuckled sheepishly.

Slipping in a third finger seamlessly, his other hand working your clit trying to inch you to a second orgasm. Your hand clawed at his forearm at the sheer feeling of you being stretched by his fingers. 

“Oh god Chris.” 

“Gotta make sure you’re all ready for me.” 

“Are your fingers the same size?” 

“Unfortunately… or fortunately… not.” Your head fell back to the pillow as you took in a deep breathe “I’m ready” 

“Are you sure cause we have the whole week we can-“ 

“Stop talking.” You pulled his head in for another passionately, sloppy kiss. 

“Ok ok… shhh. Now, it’s gonna sting at first, for a little bit it’ll feel better if I move,  but I’m not gonna move unless you say so and if it really fucking hurts say chocolate and I’ll stop.” You nodded at his instruction. As he positioned his now wrapped head at your core, making sure you were both overly lube up. 

He pushed his head against your tight hole, he moved inwards slightly earning a groan from you 

“Ooft” 

“You ok?” You nodded, gritting your teeth a little at his size. 

“Is it all in?” 

“That was the head baby.” 

“Fuck.” 

“Hey it’s ok I’m not gonna move until you tell me to.” You lay like that for a moment, Chris leaving soft kisses on your décolletage. 

“Move.” You told him.

He pushed in a couple of more inches, 3/4 of the way in at this point. Your body jolted at the sudden sensation of being stretched beyond belief, the sting he warned you about forming in your insides. 

“You wont believe me but look really beautiful right now.” He was staring at you in the eyes now, a small smile on his lips as he watched you bite your bottom lip, sweat forming your forehead. 

“I’m gonna kiss you while I push the rest in it’ll help distract you does that sound ok baby?” You nodded, pawing at his neck, desperate to taste him again. 

You gasped into his mouth at the final push, him now sitting tightly between your fold, stretching against your walls. 

You winced slightly at the feeling of being fully stuffed. His lips fell to the tears that you didn’t realise had fallen, kissing your cheek and tasting the salty liquid, “Hey you’re doing so well baby, you’re ok.” 

You stayed like that for a while, adjusting your insides to his length. 

“Move.” 

“You sure?” You confirmed the statement by leaning into kiss him as he started his slow short thrusts, staying firmly inside of you and only moving enough to get you adjusted to the feeling. After a couple of minutes of just that and more passionate kissing, the sting subsided, making way for a new sensation of pleasure and fullness.

“Oh wow, holy shit.” You breathed out 

“Good?” He looked up at you searching for reassurance 

“Really good.” You smiled at him, moaning again at his movements 

“Do you want me to go a little faster?” 

“Please.” You begged out, with that his thrusts turned more natural, as he moved in and out of you, hips pressing against yours as you started to adjust to the rhythm of his drive. Slowly accumulating to the feeling of hot, delicious, pleasurable sex. Chris’s pants grew as he supported himself by his forearms over you. Continuing his assault of his lips over your face and mouth. Deepening the kisses when he hit your cervix, swallowing each other’s moans you grew confident enough to move your hips upwards slightly, allowing a new angle for both of you. 

“Jesus Christ baby that feels fucking amazing.” Proud at your first foray into Sex Goddess status you continued to match his thrusts with a nudge of your hips. Your buttocks squeezing together as the coil in your stomach tightened when his head would hit your G-spot, a previously undiscovered spot of pleasure for you. You fell into a moaning mess begging for a release from what was sure to be an explosive orgasm 

“Chris, I’m gonna cum, omg please don’t stop.” You moaned loudly.

“I’m gonna cum too where you want it?” 

“Just cum in me please.” 

“Oh god Y/N” he let out a guttural moan with his final thrust into you, shooting out his cum as you creamed over his cock. 

Slowly pulling out gently, you whined at the loss of contact. He collapsed in a heap of heavy breaths beside you. Both of you now, spent from the intimate and passionate activity. He got up towards the bathroom, you heard the water running but with your eyes blurry from the orgasm still, you didn’t think you could find the strength to lift your head. Suddenly you felt the cool press of a wet rag against your heat, sopping up the mixture of your cum and lube. You opened your eyes to see him gently cleaning you up with the soft cotton towel. “That was-“ you breathed out. “Amazing.” He smirked at you. 

“Happy with your first time?” 

“As long as it’s not the last.” 

“Oh, it won’t be, but you do need to pee first… here.” Chris held out his hand, easing you up out of your euphoric state, up to your legs. Placing you gently, on the toilet seat, you sat loopy from your orgasm. Chris leaned against the sink, watching you with a smug smirk 

“A little privacy?” You looked up at you, lazily covering your chest. 

“Nope I need to make sure you pee.” 

“You’re a freak.” 

“It’s going to take a lot from you to get rid of me.”   

“Lucky I’m planning on keeping you around.” You blew him a kiss.

Chris brought you breakfast in bed the next morning, softly rubbing the sore spots you had never felt before as you ate. Ravenous after a beautiful passionate night. 

You moved to get out of bed, wanting to inspect yourself in the mirror.

“Y/N I wouldn’t try and wal-“ With the final word, your legs gave out like jelly and you plopped onto the soft carpet with a dramatic ow falling from your mouth.

“Walk.” Chris finished, coming around to help you up. 

“How did you know that was gonna happen?” You asked as he grabbed your hands, pulling you back onto the bed.

“You’re not the first.” He grumbled. 

Request if possible. Eating out/ Banging in kitchen.

Cookie

A/N: Enjoy 💕☘️

WARNINGS: SMUT MINORS DNI. 8k filth, daddy kink, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, rough sex, orgasm, P in V

Disclaimer: All characters and events written, even those based on real people are entirely fictional and are no representation or comment of said characters in real life.

“Stop stop stop!” 

“What? you said add flour!” 

“I said add a cup not the whole container.” 

“Oooh shit sorry baby.” He smiled at you sheepishly, flour now covering the counter and Chris’s shirt and hands. 

“Gosh now I’m all dirty.” He said in a sarcastic annoyance. He pulled his shirt up over his head, revealing his intricate tattoos all over his torso. He sighed as he ripped his shirt off, throwing it across the counter. 

You leaned against the counter, arms crossed, drinking in the sight of him but trying to resist his clear attempt at turning you on. “We are making cookies Christopher.” 

“They’re not going anywhere.” He closed the space between you, mouth going to your shoulder and trailing up to your jaw with sloppy kisses “I can name something that would taste much sweeter.” Blush rose to your cheeks as he pulled your arms apart and placed them on his shoulders, eager for you to hold him close.

His hands went down to your waist, inching under your ass, squeezing as his pulled you on top of the counter.

“Let’s make this more even shall we.” He slipped your knit dress off your body, your tits bounced free with the final pull of the fabric over your head. 

“Tsk tsk no panties, naughty girl.” Chris crouched down in front of you placing soft kisses on your thighs, forcing your legs open by your knees.

Immediately sliding his tongue up and down your slit. 

“Chris baby don’t tease.” You begged 

“As you wish cookie.” He smirked up at you

His beard tickled your inner thighs as his tongue explored the hole within your folds. Sucking lightly with his lips on your swollen clit. He lapped up the juices of arousal flowing out of you, slurping them up and spitting them back, getting you wet and excited. Your hand fell to his head, pushing him closer to your core as you moaned his name, in a singular motion he moved you closer to the edge. Replacing his tongue with his fingers, moving himself up to be level with you. 

His fingers thrusted inside of you vigorously.

“Open your eyes baby” he cooed. Your mouth latched onto him as he swallowed your moans, warm liquid shot onto his hands and fell to the floor with a splash as you squirted in ecstasy, eyes bulging and your mouth agape, holding onto Chris’s shoulders for support as your body threatens to fall back in pleasure.

“I got you baby, good girl, cum on my fingers baby, God… that’s so hot baby.” He slowed down the motion of his fingers, pulling out slowly.

“You ready or you need a minute baby?” Chris looked at your eyes, care across his face. 

“I want you now.” You pulled his mouth onto yours by his chin

He chuckled into your kiss, loving your eagerness.

He pulled down his sweats, pumping himself a little as he positioned his rock hard cock at your entrance.

You watched as the veins in his hands flexed, resting your forehead on his as you both watched the repetitive motion. You bit your bottom lip in anticipation of his girth.

He ran it tauntingly between your folds, you groaned at the sudden touch on your sensitive clit. 

“Beg for it.” His eyes darkened as he purred at you.

“Please baby, I need it.”

“What do you need sweetheart, use your words.”

“Daddy’s cock in me.”

“Hmmm good girl.” With that he slipped his whole size into you. You gasped at the sudden contact as his tip brushed your cervix. 

He stayed there for a moment, letting you adjust to his size before he started to move agonisingly slow, in and out, this time avoiding going too far before he met your gspot.

“Chris please fuck me baby.” 

“Because you asked so nicely.” He pushed you back slightly, you laid your back on the cool marble tiles as Chris pulled your legs up over his shoulders, exposing you both to a whole new angle. His fingers bruising into your fleshy thighs, holding you steady as he aggressively thrusted in and out. You were a moaning mess of “yes” and “don’t stop” as Chris grunted with every harsh thrust against your core. The quick pace put constant friction against your sensitive core, not allowing it a moment that wasn’t free from intense pleasure. 

“Oh god baby I’m gonna cum.”

“Me too don’t stop.” You cried.

He pulled you back up closer to him, wanting your hot skin against his chest, as your hard nipples pressed against his pecks, your tits bouncing up and down vigorously with the sudden thrusts. 

 Your nails digged into his back, scratching red lines into his skin. You grabbed onto his ass to pull him in closer, wanting him to release deeply into you.

With a final thrust, you both cum in unison. Panting as you caught your breathe after the intense session of passionate lovemaking. 

You threw your head back with a deep sigh

“God, now I really want a cookie.” You looked at Chris, exhausted, puppy dog eyes staring at his content smirk. 

Chris roared with laughter

“Fuck it I’ll buy you whatever cookies you want just come shower with me.” As he lifted you up towards the bathroom. 

Hi, I loved your Yes, No, Maybe... fic, is so good 🥰. I don’t know if you accepting requests but I would love to see a part 2 about their date 🥹🥹

Trust Me?

A/N: It is ready. Enjoy 💕☘️

YOUR POV

It was hard to find sympathy from your bestie at this point in time. 

Because they were right. 

Like always. 

This is not the worst thing to ever happen to you. 

It may be the most stomach curdling, sweaty palm, internal freak out moment of your life but nothing about having uninterrupted time with Chris Evans was bad. But you couldn’t help but think the worst. You sat in the foyer of your building, taking deep breathes, and pressing tissue to your forehead to make the sweat less obvious. 

You hadn’t told a single soul but them about this date. In the case it was a complete fuck up, that way you didn’t have to explain the could have been. 

When Chris asked to pick you up for your date you were a little taken aback. Where was he taking you? You didn’t know because he said it was a secret. The douche used your own line against you. But before you could run back upstairs to your apartment and throw up, you saw a slick black car pull up outside your building. And there he was. 

The moment you saw him again, the butterflies in your stomach ceded, replaced with this gooey feeling of mush and warmth. Your body tingled with excitement and your mind had to fight your body to just pull him in and kiss him. It felt like walking into a warm room filled with familiar faces or that first sip of hot tea on a cold day. Safe to say in the 24 hours since you had last saw him, you had developed a serious crush. Maybe it was all the YouTube bingeing of his interviews. But, this crush could not happen because from 1 week from now eh will be gone and you will be a past memory. 

He told you to dress casual but comfortable. Whatever the fuck that means to a man. You swear you had a 3-hour breakdown to your besties about the definition of casual yet comfortable who all came to the same conclusion.

Jeans and a nice top. So, there you stood. In your best ass hugging jeans and a top that didn’t make you look like a nun but screamed soccer mom with subtle cleavage.  The most basic outfit to ever exist. Basic = Safe. You were happy with it. 

He got out of the car, throwing the keys in his hand and shoving them into his pocket, beaming as he came up to the front door. 

It’s time to fall to your default in any awkward situation in which you don’t know how to feel… sarcasm. 

CHRIS’S POV 

Holy shit how did she get prettier overnight? 

Stop smiling like that she’ll think you’re a psycho.

God, Jeans, she wants to kill me. 

Truth is, I couldn’t stop smiling. She was just so goddamn gorgeous. 

“You look great.” You fucking idiot why don’t you say hello? Now she’ll think you just like her looks. 

“Is this what you meant by comfy yet casual?” She gestured to her outfit. Simple yet absolutely perfect on her. 

“Yes, but I wouldn’t have cared if you came out in Pyjamas or a ballgown.” 

“Really? Do we have time for me to get back into my pyjamas?” She looked at me, sarcasm written on her face. Funny too. 

That’s another point on the never-ending listing as to why she’s perfect. 

“No, now come on.” I hold out my hand. And…. she walks straight past it. 

“Alright then.” I’m not complaining, gives me at the great view of her ass.  

“Ladies first.” I pull out the car door for her, raising my eyebrows. 

“Ladies? As in plural? As in you have other ladies who are joining us tonight?”

“They wish now get it.”

She rolls her eyes at me. Ooft the sass. I love it. 

YOUR POV

“Sooooo you going to tell me where we are going?”

“Nope, watch your feet by the way the rope and duct tape are underneath them.”

“Very funny.”

“Nah I only bring rope into the relationship later on, so you have nothing to worry about for now.” He winked at you. 

You scoffed at him, trying to hide the blush forming on your cheeks. 

“Do you not trust me?”

“Not really no.”  

“How about we do this thing, where you have to trust me until I give you reason not to. Deal?”

“Deal.”

“Good so now you can stop hiding the fact that you’re blushing.” He smirked.

“Oh, bite me.” You groaned. 

“Gladly.” He smirked. 

You laughed off his advances.

“We are here.” He pulled up on a gravel road, trees surrounded you, but you hadn’t been driving long enough to end up outside of the city. 

“Where are we?” You looked around at the unfamiliar landscape. What seemed like a forest oasis in the middle of the city.

“Thought you lived here?”

“Yet, I’ve never been here.”

“Good then its new for both of us. A buddy of mine told me about it. It’s private that’s what you wanted right?”

“Fair enough.” 

Chris came on the passenger side, opening the door for you and holding out his hand and this time you took it. Appreciating his help as you got out of the car. 

“You’re gonna want to hold onto me for the next bit.” He looked at you.

You stood in your tracks, eyeing him down. 

“You trust me now remember.”

“Fine.”  

You grabbed his hand; it was warm and big encompassing yours. 

You walked down the old, sandstone stairs, with no railing. Rather than uniform steps it was more like large, blocks of rock in the shape of stairs. Chris walked ahead a step, as you had no choice but grip his hand tightly as he led you down the steps, easing you down and in position in case you fell and he had to catch you, all your weight being supported on his strong arms. 

“Great, now one more.” You did a small skip down the last step, finally looking up from your feet at what was in front of you. 

A lush well-manicured garden bordering on the harbour. You could see the whole city in all its glory as the sunset over the skyline, illuminating a golden light as a few office windows started to emote bright yellow light. 

A picnic blanket with two deck chairs between them a complete spread of deli meats, French cheeses, chocolate covered strawberries, assortment of crackers, various dips and spreads, and two champagne glasses laid out on the small table. Fairy lights surrounded nearby branches, lighting up the most romantic picnic you had ever seen. 

“Omg.” You gasped.

“Nice, isn’t it? Came down earlier to set it up. Thought you’d like it. Oh, and don’t worry about visitors or anything the park is officially closed.”  The man grinned sheepishly at you.

“Chris it’s… too much.”

“Really? Cause I’ve got the helicopter on standby if you want to go for a ride on that instead? Or maybe the boat?”

 You were pulled out of your shock “Ok shut up!” 

“Thought so… now come on.” He led you by your hand to the comfy chair. 

The sun had set and the beautiful, arranged platter was now a mess of crumbs and food scraps. The bottle of champagne, empty and the second one half full. For the last 3 hours all you and Chris had done was ask each other questions and you now know his whole family by name, their sacred Christmas traditions, what his first memory was, his favourite place in the world, what meal he’d eat for the rest of his life and the book that changed his life plus more. And he knew the exact same about you to the point you don’t know if you have ever shared this much with someone in such a small space of time. Nor would someone ever listen so intently as you shared your past and hopes for the future, never interrupting but hanging on your every last word, bowling over in laughter at your funny stories while he clutched his left boob. Teasing you and keeping up with your quick-witted jokes if not giving them back in 10 folds. It felt like talking to an old friend you hadn’t seen in while, the warm feeling in your stomach never fading but now spreading to the rest of your body… or maybe that was the champagne. Either way you felt safe and content, like the moment was never ending and once you left the park, reality would return, and you’d be left feeling cold and empty as the feeling dissipates. He felt like heroin, this addictive warmth that you just had to keep, you wanted doses of him 24/7, to feel the electric shock over and over every time he grazed your knee with his hand or when you’d watch his eyes crinkle at a joke you told.  

“Ok, first pet?”

“East, he was a British bulldog. Best dog ever.”

“Your turn, favourite movie.”

“Don’t laugh.”

“I will but tell me anyways.” He grinned, taking another sip of his drink.

“<Insert fave romcom>”

“I was supposed to be in that movie.” 

“Really?” Your eyes bulged at the image of Chris as your biggest movie character crush.  

“No, but if I said I was would you like me more?” He smirked at you at you with faux puppy dog eyes.

“You’re a dick.” You slapped his chest in a fit of laughter, he caught your hand on his chest, holding it in his.

Your eyes locked at the sudden contact.

“You’re cold here have my jacket.” He immediately shrugged off his jacket, moving to the edge of his seat to place it on your shoulders.  Placing it over you, his hand ran down the zipper enclosing it around you. 

“There, all better.” His eyes gazed at the skin of decolletage before concealing the sight in his jacket. 

“I don’t want to leave.” You blurted out, looking at his eyes. 

“Me either.” He moved upwards towards your mouth, planting a soft kiss on your lips. You put your hand behind his head, pulling the kiss deeper. He tasted like champagne and mint and everything delicious as his warm mouth encompassed yours. His hands moving to your jaw to support it as his tongue slipped into your mouth. You moaned at the sensation, quickly coming to your senses, and pulling out.

“Sorry.” You readjusted the jacket around you. 

“Why are you sorry?” His hand still on your face, looking into your eyes for a sign that he hadn’t completely fucked this.

“I just don’t want to make this more than it is.”  

“What do you think it is? You think I plan picnics for girls in major cities and then dump them before I leave?” There was a shock, pain in his voice. Your words stung. He didn’t think you’d take him as a playboy. 

“It’s not you, it’s just me not wanting to get attached to something fleeting.”  

“Y/N, you told me about your past, I told you about my family, heck, I told you things that haven’t ever left my head before. This isn’t a game to me. I don’t want this to end when I get on that plane.”

“Really?” 

“Yes really. I want to do this again and then I want to figure out how the hell I can get you in my arms every night of the week.” 

You smiled, avoiding his gaze. Your mind in a war with your heart that you’ve never experienced before.

“It’s impractical, you’re you and I’m me, I don’t do this life of yours, I don’t fit into it. It won’t work.”

“This..” You gestured to your surroundings. “It’s nice but it’s not the real world and its definitely not my world.” You looked at your hands defeated, trying not to cry as you break his heart into pieces. 

“I’ll make you fit. All the best things start off as a dream. That’s how movies came to be. Look, I can’t tell you it’ll be easy, and I can’t expect you to drop your whole life for me, but I can tell you, heck, promise you that if there is a way for me to make sure you can be a part of my life, I will make it happen no matter what. Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t feel what I’m feeling right now too, and I’ll leave you alone forever, but I’d bet everything I have on the fact that you do.” 

You could feel his stare burning into you. You knew if you’d look up it’d be game over for you. 

You bite your lip, finally gaining the courage to look him in the eyes again. You sat in silence just staring at each other. Waiting for you to say something. 

“Oh, fuck it.” You said before throwing yourself back into his arms. 

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Oh oh! What about Chris Evans finds out that he is going to be a dad for the first time!!!!!

Bubba

A/N: Dad Chris kills me. Enjoy 💕☘️

You hand fell to your mouth in a gasp as you eyed the little blue line on the stick in front of you. Tears well in your eyes. You were pregnant. 

Chris and you had been trying for months, it was a lot of good sex but also a lot of “maybe next month.” In anticipation of the red line. You and Chris were looking into IVF and were going to enquire about it next month. No matter what it took, you both were going to make sure you had the first of many babies. 

It couldn’t have come at a better time, with Chris due to arrive home from filming tomorrow night and you knew the perfect way to tell him.

“Honey I’m home.” He sung out as you heard the sound of a roller bag and jangling keys. 

You jumped from your seat in the living, Dodger, on your lap, tail wagging with excitement. 

Dodger hadn’t left your side since Chris left, 2 weeks ago. Sure, he was always cuddly and cute, but he wouldn’t stop following you around and would whine whenever you’d leave the house or go to the bathroom. Something told you; he knew even before you did. 

You pulled out the plastic wrapped test from behind you. 

“Hold, good boy.” The pup delicately grabbed the stick in his mouth. 

“Dodger stays, ok honey?” You whispered to the pup. Making your way out to the entryway to meet Chris. 

“There’s my girl.” Chris pulled you into a dramatic kiss, your back arching to give him more access to your mouth.

“How you feeling?”

“Pretty good, you?”

“Happy to be home so I can snuggle my favourite girl and-.”

His head shot up in curiosity, he pinged the lack of puppy excitement, no dog nails clacking on the floorboards. 

“Dodger… where are you buddy?”

With the sound of his dad’s voice booming through the house, Dodger came bulldozing into the foyer.

“Hey buddy, hey hey! I’m home.” Chris let you go, crouching down to meet his furry friend.

“Hey what you got there? That a new toy?” Chris grabbed the plastic from the dog’s mouth, unwrapping its tight seal to figure out what the hell was underneath.

“What the hell is this, Y/N, did you-“  

You could see the gears in his head turning as he registered the stick in front of him, blue cap and white long body, he had seen one of these before, plenty of times in the last month but one thing made this particular test different. Two sharp red lines. 

“No way.” He whispered.

“No fucking way.” You stood off to the side, hands nervously fidgeting as Dodger, unaware of what was going on, thrashed his head between the two of you wondering if he had done a good job.

Chris finally looked up to face you, eyes already becoming red and watery at the news.

“You’re pregnant.”

“Well, yes, but I haven’t gone to the doctors yet but I did it yesterday and I didn’t want- OMG.” Not letting you finish, Chris pulled you into him, lifting you off the ground.

“We are gonna be parents! We are gonna be parents! We are gonna be parents!” He jumped around with you in his arms ecstatic at the news. 

Promptly falling out of his haze of excitement into dad mode;

“Oh my god! Wait you’re pregnant sorry… sorry… sorry little bean, you, ok? That was, ok? Do you need to sit down? Was I too rough?” His arms falling softly to your waist, inching towards your soft stomach, eyes filled with concern.

“I’m ok haha I’m only a couple of weeks according to the test.”

Pulling you into his arms, his hand falling to stroke your hair. 

“Jesus, I knew you looked more beautiful than when I last saw you but wow you’ve just made me the happiest guy in the world Y/N, I’m going to be a dad… finally.” 

He choked up at the final statement, all he had ever wanted was right in his arms at this very moment and he didn’t know whether to cry from joy or continue jumping from excitement. 

You cranked your head up to look at him, smiling with glee at his reaction. “I wouldn’t want to do this with anyone but you.” You said, earnestly. 

“You. Are going to be an amazing mom.” He beamed at you, seriousness laced in his voice, believing every word he spoke. 

“Thanks baby… Doctor’s appointment is Friday, it’s not an ultrasound just a test to confirm.”

“I still want to go. Every appointment, baby shop, birthing class, private doula… whatever you need from this moment on I will be there.” 

“I don’t think I could do it without you there, I’m beside myself with nerves.”

“You’ll be a natural… have you told ya ma?”

“No, you’re the first person to know… besides Dodger, little bubbas hasn’t stop following me around.”

“Good boy, keeping bubba safe.” Dodger beamed at the praise he so desperately needed from his master.

“Do you want to tell people yet or wait? Up to you honey.” Chris stroked your arm, lovingly. 

You couldn’t help but appreciate how selfless he was about it all. You know the next 9 months that if you said jump, he’d say how high.

“I kinda want to just stay in this little bubble for a bit… all 4 of us you know? To be sure.”

“Sounds perfect my dear.” He planted a kiss on your lips, then crouched down.

“I love you already.” He whispered on your clothed belly, placing a delicate kiss as you ran your hands through his hair. 

A request where reader has big breasts and chris loves to put his c*ck between and fuck it. Boobjob, blowjob, spitting, nipple tease/pinch

Can't Believe They're Real

A/N: From one big titty girl to another; enjoy. 💕☘️

You pulled your heels off, supporting your weight on the doorway of your shared bedroom with Chris.

“What are you looking at?” You glared playfully at Chris taking off his watch at the dresser.

“That dress.”

“What about you it?”

“Your tits.” 

“You’re obsessed.”

“Rightfully so.” He came up towards you, undoing his top button. Leaning down, placing a warm kiss onto your lips. 

His hands going to your waist to pull you closer as his mouth drew down towards your chest. 

Pushing aside the fabric to reveal your bare double F breasts, bouncing for joy, now released from the confines of the fabric, supporting their sheer mass. 

“Jesus they’re so big... can’t believe they’re real” He murmured against the supple skin. 

“Not like you haven’t seen them before.”

“They amaze me every time.” He kissed your areola, narrowly avoiding the hard tip of your nipple. 

“Give me my milk momma.” He smirked at you, his mouth engulfing as much your boob as he could fit in his hungry mouth. He swirled around the circle, taking his time as he nibbled and sucked, feeling the nib harden in his mouth. 

You moaned in pleasure before you could scold him for the crude remark. 

“Go lie down on the bed.”

He slapped your ass, guiding you to the bed. 

Your hair fell back across the pillow, landing with a thud, as Chris nudged you onto the mattress. Waisting no time he mounted you, his lips returning to yours as he palmed your breast in his hands.

“So fucking beautiful baby.” He moaned into your mouth.

Sitting up, he quickly fiddled with his pants, pulling them down and moving his knees on either side of your chest. His knees resisting the gravity of your breasts to fall on either side, creating a gaping crater separating the two enlarged masses of fat. 

Spitting straight between the valley of your breast, he continued to lick and suck at the area. 

Grabbing a bottle off his bedside table, he squirted a small trickle of massage oil onto your boobs. 

“Fuck I have never seen a better sight.” He groaned as he massaged his favourite stress balls. 

You boobs glistening in the light of your bedside table. 

Positioning his cock in your valley and grabbing as much as your boobs as he could, he cushioned his cock into a cocoon of your tits. Slowly, he started thrusting into the glorious tight, crevice of your inner boobs. 

Deciding to support your lover’s adventurous endeavour, you forced your chin to your neck, opening your mouth and stealing licks of his bulbous head as it appeared.

“Jesus’ baby what are you doing to me?” You gazed up at him innocently as the speed of his thrusts continued. 

Not wanting to leave you out of the fun, he grabbed the hard nipple between his finger and his thumb, twisting ever so slightly back and forth like he was tuning a radio. 

“Oh my god Chris!”

“Shhh baby just enjoy it, let daddy take care of you.”

As he roughly manhandled your nipple, continuing his assault between your smoshed together boobs, he increased his pace, using your boobs like another hole in which he wanted to conquer.

Finally,  you felt the warm liquid release fall onto your chin, tasting the salty droplets that landed in your mouth, most of it forming a Pollock painting on your boobs, now featuring warm, sticky opaque streaks. 

Chris reached across grabbing his phone, taking a picture of the masterpiece he just created on your chest. 

“I’ll never get sick of these.” He purred

“You don’t say?” You quipped back, giggling at his infatuation with your chest. 

oh oh i got inspiration request from sr. (rdj dad, netflix documentary) so could you write about chris evans decided to do a Netflix documentary movie from how he became celeb to how he met his girlfriend, reader.

Boston Boy: Chris Evans Doco

A/N: OK I HAVE BEEN THINKING OF THIS SCENARIO FOR SO LONG. I ADORE THE CONCEPT. Me being a very visual person, I was like... how do I execute this? It was gonna be gifs but then I thought no like let's get that audio visual thang going. So I present to you my shitty little video montage that I spent 2 hours on my laptop trying to figure out, scouring the internet for clips (they're not mine... clearly please dont sue). I kind of set it out as the single interviews, and then you guys getting asked questions by interviewers at home and then all those little scenes.

So when you watch my poorly done video, firstly, don't judge, secondly, imagine it as little home video clips of you. I HAD TO DO IT. MY BRAIN WOULDNT LET ME POST THIS UNLESS I DID IT.

Please enjoy xo.

1v1 Chris Interview

Interviewer: What’s one song that describes Y/N?

“Killer Queen. No question.” He smirked, resting his chin on his fingers.

< Video Montage of you starts with the music >

She’s just… yeah… you know you don’t meet someone like that every day and the fact that I get to spend every day with her makes me the luckiest man alive.

<Scene changes to you getting comfy on your couch, pulling up a blanket and holding a cup of tea. The room is dark being light by the various warm lights in your living room. You’re in your pyjamas.>

Interviewer: You guys ready?

Y/N: Oh, this is starting already! God, I haven’t even done my makeup.

CE: You look fine. It’s a documentary babe it’s supposed to be informal.

Chris pulled your feet up over his lap, settling in next to you.

Y/N: I still would have done my hair! I’ve never done an interview for anything besides a job, so this is a little different.

Interviewer: Just think of it as you’re in your living room chatting with friends.

Y/N: Alright shoot!

Interviewer: So, Y/N, I guess it’s funny because you don’t have a profession in the industry you had no aspirations of being famous and you’ve just been thrusted into this spotlight… what’s that like?

Y/N: I mean… it’s definitely different. And I’d be lying if I say I didn’t you know think on it and it’s hard because you have to really question is this guy, I’m seeing worth it? You know? That sacrifice of your privacy or your mundane life. Like yeah, the trips and the nice house and hotels and the events are all great and I can’t complain but you know you give a part of yourself up. That part of you that can go to the grocery store in sweatpants, the one where your whole life doesn’t come up when you google yourself. That was hard but you know I had to kind of follow my heart and I decided yeah you know; I really like this guy and why not? Sometimes you gotta take a risk and follow your heart and I’m glad I did it but I don’t think I’d do this for anyone else.

CE: Would you say I’m worth it now?

Chris smirked at you

Y/N: I’d definitely say you’re worth it.”

Interviewer: And what would you say is the hardest part?

Y/N: Well, you know no one wants to be disliked and that’s always hard to have that rejection but imagine that but from thousands of people who have never met you, don’t know you from a bar of soap who then go online and tell you that. You know that they don’t like you because you’re ugly and fat and you’re a gold digger. Let the record show, I have a really good job that I love so his money was not what did it for me. Especially, since I’m the one who always buys the coffees.

CE: That part killed me…. There’s this girl, you know, my girl that I love and she’s the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me and people are just going around online spewing all this hate about her, you kind of feel it’s your fault… ya know? She didn’t choose this life, I did but by extension it’s her life now. I just don’t think she deserves it. The gold digger comment on the other hand is hilarious, I think I owe her $1000 in coffees. She gets weird if I buy her a nice present on her birthday, she’s definitely not after my money.

Y/N: I wouldn’t necessarily say it’s your fault though like I knew what I was getting into, and I agreed to it getting into a relationship with you.

CE: It’s still not fair though. I have this need to protect her, ya know, that’s my job to make sure she’s safe and I can’t protect her from everything and that’s hard.

Y/N: I know honey I know.

You patted his thigh hoping the ease the pain in his voice.

Y/N: I’ve kind of grown immune to it now, these people don’t know me or my relationship so I’m able to kind of shut that out. It’s as simple as putting the phone down.

Interviewer: What’s the best part then?

Y/N: Not having to pay rent in Boston.

CE: Ya kidding!

Y/N: It’s a really tough market!

Y/N: No in seriousness, I live a really privileged life with the man I love. I had a great life before, but I think being in love and having a person makes you feel complete.

Interviewer: So, we’ll set the scene, an A-lister movie star comes up to you on a night out and starts talking to you… what’s going through your head? How did you feel? Starstruck?

Y/N: He looks like every other white dude, so I didn’t clock it immediately but when I did I thought I was being punkd or something.”

CE: Oh come on!

Y/N: No seriously and I’ve told you this I was super suspicious about it. Yeah sure, I’ve had guys come up to me in clubs but having someone who you know could have anyone they wanted, and you know I’m not the beauty standard, I don’t fit the mould of bombshell, I’m curvy and loud and I laugh like a drunk witch I just didn’t think that I was someone he’d be interested in.

CE: Speak for yourself I love your laugh.

Interviewer: So, Chris why did you go up to her?

CE: Well firstly, look at her. I mean I first saw her and I think that was kind of the first time in my life I ever got taken back by someone… I’m a big believer in love at first and I think I had that moment of “wow there she is. That’s the girl I’m gonna spend the rest of my life with.” and it’s not just her looks either she had this energy about her that was addictive and I wanted to be a part of. She was laughing and I could see the faces of the people around her they just seemed so entertained and engaged by whatever she was saying. She’s one of those people you kind of just gravitate to because she has that gift of lighting up a room. She reminds me of a quote I read once, she’s like a sunrise, she doesn’t care if you watch her rise or not she will continue to be beautiful even if no one bothers to look.

Y/N: He had this big grin talking to me the whole time and I thought oh maybe that’s an actor thing where you’re not allowed to stop smiling.

Interviewer: But you thought you were getting punkd…

Y/N: If not punkd, that he was kind of just looking for a one-night fling. Admittedly, I judged him. Definitely. I had read the tabloids, I didn’t understand why someone like him was single, it was suspicious.

CE: It’s because I hadn’t met you yet.

Y/N: Well, we know that now but back then I think I put a wall up because I didn’t want to get hurt. Getting your heartbroken by a celebrity isn’t just as simple as you block their number, his face is everywhere, I’d have to boycott certain movies. I’d be embarrassed by the fact that I trusted some playboy movie star and thought that I was special enough he wanted to be with me.

CE: God you were soooo wrong sweetheart

Y/N: I can admit that now! But yeah, it’s definitely weird trying to navigate his intentions. But he made it pretty clear from the start.

CE: She said no like 50 times.

Interviewer: You said NO?

The interviewer put on a faux gasp.

Y/N: I had my walls up I just don’t think I was willing to be fucked around by Captain America. But I think I realised he was being genuine when he was scheduled to leave to go to some other event and his people came over to kind of get him out and he looked them in the eye and said “no, I’m in the middle of something important.” I was like oh god this man is DETERMINED.

CE: You were important, I refused to leave you alone until you at least agreed to one date.

Y/N: We would of been there all night if I was more stubborn.

CE: Thank god you caved to my good looks and charm.

Y/N: Yeah that and you also promised me a pasta dinner… that’s my advice to all the girls watching never turn down a good meal especially if the guy is paying.

CE: I learnt early on good food is the way to your heart.

Y/N: And then every date after that he’d bring me chocolate like boxes of truffles or those big industrial packs of Reece’s.

CE: She loves Reece’s.

Interviewer: So how do you keep this spark alive? Seems like you two are really in love even after facing some challenges that normal couples wouldn’t.

CE: Sex.

Y/N: Chris!

CE: What? I can’t say that? Look I’m a man, who is lucky he gets to go to bed most nights with a beautiful woman I think that’s a really good part of our relationship that I can’t see going away anytime soon.

Y/N: Intimacy is definitely there that’s for sure but I think also even when you are away we are constantly communicating and planning to do things we enjoy together.

CE: Yeah, when I come home from filming or a press tour my first priority is making sure we have that time to reconnect whether it’s a week, a day or even just a few hours doing something with her and no one else makes me feel a little bit more human again.

Interviewer: Would you say your job makes you feel less human?

CE: In a way yeah, I mean, I’m playing another character 24/7 and I love my job don’t get me wrong but you’re on set for hours every day and then you get pushed into interviews and you have to be “on” all the time you know smiling and answering the same questions for hours. I think that’s why a lot of actors do seem unhappy and it’s because they don’t get to come home to someone who wraps you in this hug of quotidian. I’m Chris Evans most of the time but I come home and to her I’m just “Chrissy baby” and she doesn’t expect me to act a certain way, I can just be myself and pretend for a few hours that I’m just this normal guy coming home to his wife after a day of work.

Y/N: Girlfriend. He means girlfriend. We aren’t married.

CE: Not yet but it’s definitely on the cards. Sorry I slip up a bit, it feels like we are married but yeah no secret wedding or anything.

Interviewer: Have you guys talked about marriage and kids, we know Chris is set on a big Boston family..

CE: Oh, every day.

Y/N: It’s definitely in the works, Chris and I have a similar background in the fact we are big family people so it’s a no brainer that in a couple of years you’ll see me popping out babies.

CE: But for now, we are enjoying life just us and Dodger.

Y/N: Yeah, there’s no rush. It’ll happen though.

Interviewer: How many kids is the perfect number?

Y/N: 3

CE: 4

Interviewer: 3 or 4 which is it?

CE: My number is actually coming down from 5 but obviously it’s her body so if after 3 she feels up for one more, I won’t say no but whatever makes her happy.

Y/N: I need to see how I feel but I’m confident that Chris will be one of those hands-on dads, so I won’t be left alone with 4 kids under 4 running around.

CE: Oh, definitely not, stay at home daddy over here.

Interviewer: Seems you two have given lots of thought to it any baby names?

CE: The baby names are safely locked up in Y/N notes app but yeah, we’ve sorted that out.

Y/N: I’m not spoiling them.

You grin at the gorgeous man next to you.

< Chris’s voice over as scenes of you two moving around airports, packing bags and messing around in green rooms plays >

Life is crazy for me right now; you know with ASP and all these upcoming movies and projects. I don’t think that’s something I’d be able to do if I didn’t have her. She is singlehandedly keeping my engine running. Because there are days when it gets too much, and you have so many different opinions coming your way as to what you should do and how you should act. And there she is, right next to me or a phone call away and I can just turn to her. I definitely value her opinion above anyone else’s and that’s because I think she only gives it when I ask or when she thinks I need to hear it. She knows me better than myself so if she says, “Hey slow down.” I listen because she knows. I know its cheesy, but she is my rock, she is the calm I crave amongst chaos and a minute in her arms helps me get up to do another day.

She inspires me every day, the way she gets up and works tirelessly for others, pursues her passion and is unapologetically herself. They say you’re attract to people who have what you lack, and I think her confidence to say, “Hey you may not like it but I’m not going to conform to what you want me to be.” Is something I admire, and I think being around someone like that really gives me that bit of confidence to kind of shush the anxiety. There’s a certain intelligence that comes with knowing it’s not worth it to change yourself to appease others and that’s why when I say she is the smartest person I know, I mean that.

She’s not just my best friend, she’s, my soulmate.

Procrastinating

Your girl needed a break from her writing marathon and I saw this trend on the ticky tok ages ago and thought it would be so funny to do about my writing process. Enjoy 💕 Plenty of fics coming soon too babies 😘

Chris or whoever of his characters makes his GF's birthday special because it hasn't been in a long time

Best Birthday Ever

A/N: A couple of things, Firstly, Chris, if you're reading this, this is my dream birthday. Secondly, rewatching glee so shameless plug for what I think is the best cover ever. Thirdly, the dress. OMG. Actually why am I spoiling this, read the story you're going to love it. That's all. TY 💕

The anxiety swirled in your stomach when a glorious bouquet of flowers arrived at your desk. You sighed opening the card already knowing who it was from.

1 day till the big day, get excited. Xo Chris

The big day in question was your birthday. You learnt long ago to not get excited about your birthday. Yeah you’ll get a gift from your mom, a card from your grandma and a bunch of flowers from your bestie and maybe if you’re lucky a few Happy Birthday texts from some friends but ever since your 21st birthday in which only 10 people showed up out of the 30 you invited all feigning excuses of being away, sick or celebrating some distant aunts wedding anniversary you have since tried to avoid making a big deal of the day all together. You found it best to just save yourself the embarrassment. 

Chris, on the other hand, had been buying a gift every day from the 1st of this month leading up to it. Chocolates, flowers, making special dinners, little, small gifts like jewellery, perfume, plants or quirky knick knacks for your desk. In his opinion, one day wasn’t enough for you and you need to celebrate the whole month. 

While you appreciated the gesture and enjoyed the curious enquiry with a subtle envy from the girls in your office about the beautiful bouquet. You really just wanted to snuggle on the couch with Dodger, watching a movie, maybe even get super crazy and crack open a pint of Ben & Jerry’s… birthday cake flavour of course. Besides, all your besties from college were scattered around the world and your family a good 12-hour flight away. 

You arrived home, throwing your keys in the bowl and shrugging off your coat. 

“Honey, that you?” Chris came bounding down the stairs, Dodger in tow. 

“Hey baby… did you get my surprise.” 

“I did thank you they were beautiful.” Closing the space between you, wrapping your arms around his waist. 

“I want to skip my birthday.” You looked up at him, resting your chin on his chest. 

“Oh, come on baby, you’re not that old. Look at me! I found 10 more greys in my beard. 10! That’s 10 more since last week.”

You chuckled rubbing his beard into your hands.

“It’s not about getting old. It’s just the day itself is never that good for me.”

“Well, I’m going to change that.”

“Oh really?” You questioned him.

“Yeah really, tomorrow night we are going out.”

“Argh do I have to? Can’t we just stay in and watch that new Netflix movie.”

“No arguments. Please, you have to trust me on this.”  

“Ok, fine, I trust you.”

You wake up, to the soft singing of Happy Birthday, opening your eyes, there was your gorgeous boyfriend, in nothing but his boxers, holding a singular cupcake and lit candle in his hand in the doorway. You sat up as he walked towards you shielding the flame with his other hand. Dodger jumped on the bed, smothering you with kisses.

“Happy Birthday to you…” Chris finished his serenade.

“Make a wish beautiful.” You blew out the candle

You wished for the best birthday ever. 

He leaned down, grabbing your cheek, pulling you into a long, passionate kiss. 

Placing the cupcake on your bedside table.

“And now for the best part… Birthday sex.” He beamed. You couldn’t contain your giggles as he tackled you back down into the sheets. 

Your workday went by breezy with more cake, more Happy Birthday singing and more jokes about getting older but not wiser, 

That was until you got a string of calls:

The first from your mom saying she was sorry she couldn’t be there, but she’d bring your gift next time she sees you. 

Then from your best friend, who understandably, couldn’t go halfway around the world for a singular day but you should expect a package at your door. 

Then a group call from your college girlfriends who were either working or caught up with the kids but who had all pitched in to get you a voucher to your favourite restaurant and wanted to make sure you had a drink on them.

And finally, texts from your siblings and cousins, with Happy Birthdays and Love you’s but no promises to visit anytime soon. Ya know life is crazy busy etc. 

It was fine. Totally fine. You still had tonight with Chris. This thought didn’t stop you from shedding a few tears on the toilet at work. Why would you even assume that anyone in your life cared that much to travel to see you just for an irrelevant birthday. You were delusional. But after tonight the day was over and you didn’t have to go through this again for another year. 

At least they remembered, I guess. You sighed, wiping your eyes with toilet paper. 

You got home and continued your same routine, keys in bowl, coat on rack. But no Chris and just Dodger sitting at your feet.

“Where’s daddy Dodge?” The pup crocked his head in confusion, letting out a little whine.

Great. Not here. And not even a text. You figured he had a sudden work thing pop up and would be back shortly. 

You went upstairs to your bedroom, hoping to lie down before you had to get ready. When you noticed the large box on your bed with a card on top, addressed to you, naturally, it was your birthday after all and any box with a bow on your birthday is instantly yours.

You opened the letter, immediately noticing Chris’s handwriting. 

  Y/N, 

  Put this on. Car is arriving out the front at 7. Be ready by then. I had to pop out to run errands and will meet you at the restaurant. Love you, Chris. 

You thought it was sweet he got you a car, but you were a little disappointed he couldn’t take you there. Your disappointment quickly disappeared though when you saw the dress in the box. 

You gasped at the sight of the shiny dress with feathers on the hem. Holding it up, you didn’t even want to guess how much it cost, not to mention the matching bag and shoes that came with it in the box.

Excited to put on the opulent garment you jumped in the shower, taking your time getting ready knowing you had 2 hours, you blow dried your hair and used all your best makeup products. Finally, you slipped on the dress.

“OMG it has POCKETS!” You admired yourself in the mirror, repeating the action of slipping your hands in and out.

The tightness of the dress engulfed your curves, showing a decent amount of cleavage and the noticeable bump of your ass.

Chris definitely chose this dress.

You got a text on your phone telling you the car was out front, so you grabbed your bag, gave Dodger a kiss and made your way outside. 

The driver stood outside the black Mercedes. 

‘Happy Birthday ma’am.” He tipped his hat as he opened the passenger door, holding your hand as you scooted in carefully. “Thank you.” You smiled at him.

Champagne. Thank God. You gulped down the glass as you sat in anticipation of what Chris had planned. 

Finally, you arrived at the fancy bistro, making your way inside, the whole place was empty which was unusual for the Michelin star restaurant, on a Friday night none the less.

There he was. Sitting at a table right in the middle of the room. He looked drool worthy in his smart outfit, his khaki shirt slightly unbuttoned revealing his gold chain and a peak of his tattoos.

He finally looked up and caught your eye, jumping from his seat and straightening his tie, holding out his arms for you.

“There she is!”

He pulled your hand and spun you around, getting a full 360 of the dress.

“God, it looks even better on you.”

“I love it so much, thank you it’s the best gift ever” You wrapped your arms around his neck.

“That’s not your surprise but I’m glad you like it.” 

  What else could this man have possibly install for you?

The waiter immediately brought out your starter. You sat and ate, devouring all your favourite foods cooked to perfection, platter by platter. 

Chris looked at his watch 8:32. 

“Shit we are late, come on, get up.” 

“What are you talking about, we haven’t even had dessert yet!”

Chris fumbled with his words “I’ve got something different planned for dessert come on.” He coaxed you out of your seat. You made your way towards the door you came through, Chris pulled on your arm back.

“No, we aren’t going that way, over here.”

Walking towards the back of the restaurant, Chris lead you towards an inconspicuous black exit door. 

“Chris we can’t go through here!”

“You wanna bet?” He said as he opened the door, revealing the best thing you have ever seen.

The door opened to a beautiful courtyard, covered in fairy lights. 

  In it stood:

  Your mom, 

  Your dad, 

  Your siblings,

  Your cousins, 

  Aunties, uncles, grandparents,

  Your whole friendship group from college with their significant others and kids. 

All of you and Chris's mutual friends.

  Heck, even your work friends. 

  And of course, 

  your best friend.

  All in one place, for you. 

“SURPRISE!”  They all shouted at you. 

You almost bowled over in shock but not before your bestie ran up and engulfed you in a hug.

“But you all said… I thought… with the travel… and the cost of plane tickets…and… you-“

“Chris flew us all over here, sorted everything down to accommodation, travel, babysitting, food even drinks!” She beamed, shaking a cocktail in her hand.  

“You did all this?” You turned around to your boyfriend, standing sheepishly, his hands behind his back.

“Yeah, it took a bit of rearranging and months of planning but yeah I did.” He smiled

You practically jumped on him, unable to wrap your legs around his waist due to the dress. He lifted you off the ground, hugging you back.

  “Thank you.” You whispered in his neck. 

  “Nothing’s too much for you babe.”

  “Best. Birthday. Ever. And it’s all thanks to you.”

“There’s one more thing.” He gestured to his right; a choir had formed into positions all dressed in black. 

And then they started to sing. 

Your favourite Glee cover. Sung by a professional choir. No fucking way. Tears started to well in your eyes from joy as you felt a strong arm wrap around your waist. You looked up at the beaming man who leaned close to your ear.

“Told ya to trust me.”

You spent the night, catching up with friends you hadn’t seen in months, drinking from bottles of expensive French champagne, dancing like crazy and telling Chris a billion times over how much you loved him. 

Your birthday extended all the way to 5am in the morning and you wondered how he was going to top this next year… 

MASTERLIST

✨Masterlist ✨

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Please note I don’t write anything that is illegal or borderline inappropriate. This includes sibling smut, adult baby kink (I dont even know what its called), teacherxstudent relationships and anything else I deem off. I also havent been to high school for many years so even if it’s innocent fluff I do not write HS AUs. If you’re unsure just ask! Can even be anon and if you don’t get a reply to your request then it’s a no. I’m fine with Daddy kink and most sex stuff as long as it doesn't cross lines into over infantilising, acting like an actual baby. 

As much as I’d love to sit in my bed all day and write fics... I have a big girl job and answer my requests in order I receive them (lol OCD tings) and I cant start one until the other is done (again sorry OCD tings). So please note there is a 3 week ish turn around for requests at max. And sometimes if I get a good idea I’ll write my own first cause I have to get it out of my head. But if you want updates feel free to message me or I’ll post an update if I get caught up in life! 

I’m always up for a chat and am pretty active on here so you’re welcome to talk to me about whatever, ask questions or just chat! Please note it’s an 18+ account and if you don’t specify that I won’t reply. 

Ty x

Clover ☘️

Dividers from the brilliant @firefly-graphics 💕

Gifs and images are not mine! 

KEY:

☁️ - Fluff 🔥 - Smut/NSFW 🌤 - Platonic 

🌧  - Tear Jerker / Sad

🌪 - Angst

SERIES: 

COMING SOON: Third Times A Charm | A Chris Evans X RDJ Sister!Reader (description here)

Take Me Home | Nick Vaughan X Reader:

Part 1 -  Meet Cute ☁️

Yes, No, Maybe | Chris Evans X Curvy!Reader:

Part 1 - Chris meets you and has to have you. ☁️🌪

Part 2 - your first date. ☁️

Part 3 (Virgin!Reader) - Chris takes your virginity 🔥☁️

Bubba | Dad!Chris Evans X Pregant/Mom!Reader):

Part 1 - You tell Chris he’s going to be a dad for the first time. ☁️🌧

Part 2 - Protective!DadChris ☁️

IMAGINES/ONE SHOTS & HEADCANONS:

Chris Evans

You’re Mine (Curvy!Reader) - You’re Chris’s FWB and you wonder if you’re the only one 🔥☁️

All Worth It (Curvy!Reader) - You and Chris go public with your relationship. ☁️

Chris Evans Alphabet (Curvy!Reader) - smut implied but mainly fluff. ☁️

Chris Evans Alphabet NSFW - 🔥

What A Girl Wants - You’re a str!pper and Chris wants you for the night. 🔥

Happiest Man Alive - You’re a florist and Chris proposes at the Oscars ☁️

No One Disrespects Chris’s Girl - A journalist insults you to Chris’s face. 🌪

Best Birthday Ever (Curvy!Reader) - You usually dread your birthday but Chris has a surprise in stall. ☁️

Bed. Now. - Finals week has hit but Chris wants you to sleep. ☁️

Boston Boy Documentary - Your segment in Chris’s documentary. ☁️

Can’t Believe They’re Real - Chris is an ass guy but with tits like yours he cant help be obsessed.  🔥

Favourite Pillows - Chris’s favourite pillows are conveniently on your chest. ☁️

My Angel (Model!Reader) - You’re a Victoria Secret Angel ☁️

Because I Want You - Your bestie, Chris gets a bit jealous...  ☁️🌪

Cookie - Baking cookies doesnt go as planned.  ☁️🔥

High On You - You and Chris enjoy a joint together. ☁️

I’m in Chwarge (Blurb) - No one tells you whhat to do besides Chris ☁️🔥

Tik Tok Leggings - You could say Chris likes your new leggings… 🔥☁️

Eat Shit Ransom - You’ve got a huge crush on Ransom 🌪☁️

Pork or Pasta? - You meet Chris for the first time but arent so sure about him... 🌪☁️

Mint Condition - Captain America Roleplay  🔥

Sexiest Girl Alive (Curvy!Reader) - You get hate for your body and Chris comes to your defence. 🌪☁️

Headcanon!Chris Evans - Chris start to cheer his gf up. How? With stupid cheesy pick up lines ☁️

Steve Rogers 

I’m The Captain Now - Taking Steve’s virginity 🔥

Off to College - You & Steve send your little girl off to College ☁️🌧

Family Matters - Steve’s sister dies 🌧🌤 

Roped Up - Steve ties you up 🔥

Soxs - You get Steve a cat to help with his nightmares. ☁️

Prettiest Girl In The World (PreSerum!Steve X Plussize!Reader) - Steve thinks you’re the best even if you don’t. 🔥☁️🌧

Get A Life - Shortsized!Reader working for Bruce Banner as a lab assistant and Steve has a total crush on her. ☁️

Frank Adler 

Disneyland - You and Frank take Mary to Disney ☁️

Put It On My Tab - Frank introduces Female Bartender!Reader and introduces her to his niece. ☁️

Andy Barber

What To Wear (Curvy!Reader) - Andy helps you find a shirt that fits for your date night. ☁️

Sparks Fly - Soulmate AU ☁️

You’re Sick (Blurb) ☁️

Our Home - Laurie shows up unannounced. 🌪☁️

Knock Knock - You surprise Andy at work. 🔥

Lloyd Hansen

You’re Not Sorry - You act like a brat but Lloyd is going to make you pay for it. 🔥🌪

Ari Levinson

I’ll Take Care of You - Ari is married to your sister but he has you on on his mind. 🔥

Neighbours - You get very friendly with your neighbour, Ari.  🔥

Ransom Drysdale

Good Bunny - Ransom wants to explore the hole God can’t see... 🔥

Liam Hemsworth

Nostalgia - You and Liam reunite but its a little different now. ☁️🌪

Frank and his girlfriend reader bringing mary to Disneyland, florida for the first time

The Happiest Place on Earth is with You

A/N: This was a great excuse to watch Gifted again! Admittedly, I have never been to Disneyland but I did my research! Hope you liked the little twist I slid in there. 💕

“Ok so first I wanna go on Space Mountain, and then the Seven Dwarves Mine Train, and then Y/N, I know scary things freak you out but please please please you have to come to Tower of Terror with us!”

“Ok easy kiddo we haven’t even gotten through the Gate.”

Frank and you had taken Mary to Disney for the first time ever and it was safe to say… she was losing her mind. 

You waited in line, head strained up to listen attentively to Mary on Frank’s shoulders.

“I’ll go on the Tower of Terror with you on ONE condition.”

“What???” 

“You have to come with me to get a princess makeover at the Boutique.”

Mary groaned, face planting into Frank’s head.

“Oh, come on sweet pea it’d do you some good to have your hair brushed for once.” Frank pulled the legs of his niece. 

“Not for her you idiot, for me! I want to be the princess!” Mary’s face came back up and it light up in glee.

“Yes, yes, yes, Frank Y/N can finally be a real life, Princess!”

“Look at her Mary she’s already a princess.” He moved towards you closing the space between you to stealing a kiss.

“Guysss you promised to not be weird today.”  

“Sorry kiddo can’t help it; you’ll understand one day.” Chris pulled her down off his shoulders so she could walk through the barrier scanning her Magic Band.

Making your way through the gates, Mary was already hyper.  

“I did some research and the average wait time for rides is 36 minutes, with each ride lasting about 8 minutes, giving time for entering, being properly secured and then exiting...” 

She clicked her fingers at you two pulling your gaze away from each other. 

“Pay attention! Then exiting that mean’s we’d spend on average 48 minutes on each ride and since you promised we could stay here till 9, that gives us 11 hours… factoring in meal times...”

“Hey Mary?” 

“Yeah...”

“No more calculations today, have fun and get high on sugar like the rest of the kids here.” Frank patted his hand on the young girl’s head.

“Besides Mars we won’t have to wait that long.”

You called Mary, Mars because that’s where her head seemed at most days and also because you thought she was destined to be the first person on Mars.

One time Frank tried to get in on the nickname, but Mary quickly shut up him down saying it was a special thing between you two only. 

Heck, he didn’t care he was just glad she had a female role model in her life. You’d known Mary since she was 3 and you two, despite your differences in practically everything, got on like a house on fire.

“Why’s that?” she enquired.

Frank reached into his back pocket, pulling out 3 fast passes.  

“No. You. Didn’t.” Her eyes widened at the golden passes in his hand. 

“I didn’t but Y/N did.”

You beamed at your favourite little girl. As she jumped on you suddenly. Embracing you in a gleeful hug 

“THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU.”

“You’re welcome honey now let’s get started on that sugar… how about a… waffle?”

You didn’t think it was possible that such a small body could demolish Mickey waffles, Corn Dog Nuggets, Caramel Popcorn, half a turkey leg and a Peanut Butter and Jelly Milkshake all in the space of 2 hours. But that was Mary, constantly surprising you.

After your 3rd go on Space Mountain, you were finally able to drag the both of them to the Bibbidi Bobbidi Boutique.

“Hi y’all what will it be today a Princess makeover for the little one.” The attendant peered over the stand, looking down at Mary.

“No, I have no interest in dressing up as a make-believe princess whose dependant on a man to save her, but this is my adult Y/N” 

The young girl gestured towards you

“Unlike the princesses in the movies, she’s actually real and much prettier than the CGI crap you guys spit out. We are here to get a crown fitted on her head which is my uncle Frank over here’s poor substitute for a wedding ring but at least he has his wits about him to treat her like a princess, so some deadbeat doesn’t come along to steal her from him and in turn me.”

Mary finished her spiel, meeting the attendants face whose eyes were practically bulging out of her head, she quickly blinked looking from the girl to you and Frank behind her, you both met her with a nervous smile as most people aren’t used to a 7-year-old talking like she’s straight out of a Tarantino movie. 

“A crown would be great thank you.” You managed to get out through clenched teeth. 

“Over there in the corner.” The attendant responded still in shock at what she just heard. Frank’s hand nudging Mary to move towards the display. All 3 of you quickly burst out with laughter. 

“For your information young lady, it’s not a substitute for a wedding ring its merely a temporary hold until I can afford to buy her the biggest diamond in the western hemisphere!” 

Mary gestured you to come down to your level “I wouldn’t hold your breath.” She whispered in your ear.

“Don’t worry Mars, I have another thing to hold him down.” 

The two helped you pick out a shiny tiara with pearl detail attached to a headband with 2 pink puffy Mickey Ear’s bordering it. 

“How do I look?” You placed the headband on your head. 

You were met with big grins from both of them.

“Beautiful” Mary gushed

“Like I should start watching my back before some “deadbeat” steals you.” 

“Ok good we are ready for the Tower of Terror then!” You smiled nervously.

Mary was right, you really didn’t like scary things. 

As you got into the dark elevator, you breathe became a bit ragged, something about being cramped in a dark space with a bunch of people about to be propelled down an abandoned shaft made you queasy.

“Hey, it’s fine I got you.” Frank’s grip on your hand tightened. 

“Me too.” The little girl, looked up at you holding your other hand. Giving it a small squeeze. 

While you shrieked in terror at the sudden drop, the pairs hands never left yours and Frank quickly supported your weight when you felt you were about to fall over with fear. 

As you exited the ride Mary ran in front of you both turning towards you.

“See Y/N it wasn’t THAT scary.”

“Yeah, no it was totally fine... totally fine.” You choked out, hand massaging your throat as Frank practically carried you out of the exit. Both of his hands around your waist coaxing you forward. 

“Hey kiddo let’s sit down here for a sec and have a bite to eat.” Frank gestured her towards the table outside a food stand. 

When you were all settled and comfortable, munching a way at your 5th meal of the day. 

Frank cleared his throat. 

“Mary, do you know why we brought you to Disneyland?”

“Because it’s the happiest place on earth and this is where “normal kids” have the most fun?” 

“Yes, that but also because we might not be able to do trips just all 3 of us like this again in the future.”

Mary’s heart sank, her mind went to the worst, thinking you were leaving them, leaving Frank because he wouldn’t marry you. It was too late, and a deadbeat had already stolen you. She was about to lose another key person in her life and there was nothing she could do about it. 

Noticing the sudden sadness on her face, you placed your hand on hers.

“Mars honey, I’m having a baby.”

The sadness on her face was replaced with pure shock. A silence fell over the table, and you looked at Frank with worry. Before you could assure the young girl that you weren’t going to love her any differently, she left out an earth-shattering shriek.

“AHHHH OMG I’M GONNA HAVE A SIBLING! Omg we can play Legos and I can teach them Trachtenberg and we can go on the boat and-“

“Ok easy Kiddo let’s wait till it’s out her stomach first yeah?"

The little girl latched onto your neck, embracing you in a hug.

“I’m so happy you’re not leaving.” She whispered into your ear. 

“I’m not going anywhere without you Mars.” Tightening your grip around her tiny frame in your arms.  

“She asleep?” Frank questioned.

You looked behind you towards the passenger seat seeing the sleeping child, head leaning on her shoulder, slumped in her seat. 

“Out like a light.” You smiled. 

You drove along the dark road illuminated by streetlights, a couple of streets away from home.

“I’d say she took the news well.” Frank smirked at you.

“Well? She almost exploded with joy.” You laughed softly hoping not to wake her up. 

Frank took your hand, pulling it up to his lips, kissing it softly. 

“If you’re anything like you are now with Mary, you’re going to be an amazing mom, Y/N”

“I love you.”

“I love you too beautiful.”

He pulled into your driveway.

Opening the passenger door, and carefully unbuckling her belt, weary not to wake her he pulled the sleeping kiddo out from the seat. He held her over his shoulder, holding his other hand out for you to take as you walked into the house after another amazing day. 

Can you write about Chris Evans goes to a strip club and meet reader, a pole stripper dancer. She gave him her number and hooked up in a random hotel to fuck

What A Girl Wants

A/N: I hope this is what what you wanted! If you liked it let me know. I live for FEEDBACK.

Disclaimer: All characters and events written, even those based on real people are entirely fictional and are no representation or comment of said characters in real life. 

WARNINGS: SMUT MINORS DNI. 8k filth, sub! kinda, daddy kink, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), oral (m receiving), dirty talk, nipple play, rough sex, orgasm, P in V

Chris wasn’t particularly a fan of strip clubs. Sure, he liked looking at girls shake their ass but the idea of throwing dollar bills at some father less girl for it seemed icky to him. None the less, if your best bro wants to go to a strip club for his bachelor party then its bro code rule that you must go. 

So here he was, sitting in the corner on a leather bench seat, sipping his beer surveying the scene in front of him. A bunch of girls walking around topless in nothing but a shoelace up their crack. He had to admit he was impressed with the diversity of them all; short, tall, toothpick skinny, voluptuous. 

He was pulled out of his thought when the man of the hour, plumped down next to him “Bro get your ass up shows about to start.”

“What show?” 

“The pole show… rumour is she’s damn flexible.”

“Far out... whatever.”

Chris followed the group to the table smack bang in front of the main stage. Getting comfortable in his seat with a fresh beer, he stretched out curious to see what’s going happen next. 

Freak by Doja Cat started playing over the speaker as the lights dimmed. 

A singular spotlight fell over the gold pole in the centre of the curved platform. 

And there she was… in an outfit that can only be compared to slutty Jessica Rabbit, the lace bra barely covering her erect nipples, matching red boy shorts curved perfectly around her shapely ass. 

She rounded the pole, spinning slowly to the pace of the music. Her calf rounded against the cylinder as she floated above ground. Her eyes landing on his as he instinctively inched closer to the stage. If anyone was looking at him in this moment, he probably looked deranged, tongue peeking out from his pursed lips. The fabric of his jeans tightened as his cock hardened. 

Just when he thought it couldn’t get more erotic, she pressed her ass cheeks against the pole letting the cold metal penetrate her hole, slowly as she slid down arms behind her back. Hair falling over her face as she looked directly in his direction. Men cheered and hooted, but he stayed dead silent as he watched her with darkened eyes.  

Her thick thighs landed gracefully with a slight ripple in a split causing her tits to almost spill out of her top as she crawled towards the edge in his direction. Her breathing ragged, matching his own. He watched her red shiny lips as she mouthed to him 

“Come get a freak like me.” With a small wink only he could of caught. 

Fuck. He had to have her. 

Once her routine had ended and she had moved off the stage, he was quick to move towards the backstage area. 

“Hey buddy you can’t go back here” Quickly stopped by security at the door

“Yeah yeah I know I just want to talk to her.” He tried to shrug the man’s hand off his chest, the one thing preventing him from getting a taste of that delicious pussy. 

“So does everyone pal back up.”

“It’s ok Ricky… I know him.” You reassured your trusty security.

You appeared like a vision still in costume but now he could get a better look at your face. Coated in sweat giving you a glowy sheen. He couldn’t wipe the image of how good you’d look on your knees in front of him. 

“Hey I’m…” his voice desperate it came out almost as mumble. You had THE Captain America nervous.

“I know what you want.” You slipped your hand in his jean pocket and he immediately froze up unsure of what do with your hand so close to his hardened member.

You pulled out his phone

“Password please.” You gave him an innocent smile as he quickly entered in the code and handed it back to you. 

You entered your phone number and put your name in ‘Bunny’ he quickly scanned it. 

“Bunny” he smirked at you

“When do you get off, Bunny?”

“In 10.”

“Good I’ll see you in 20 then.” He walked away clutching his phone like it was his most prized possession.  

“Hey bro, I feel a little off I’m gonna go back to the hotel but have fun yeah?” 

“You’re such a fucking pussy but yeah whatever we’ll probably won’t see you till tomorrow night” the group of men laughed thinking he was missing out on the best night of their lives little did they know he was able to be deep in your glorious pussy.  

He gave a fake laugh “Yeah all good see you then.” He quickly exited the club meeting the cold air. Unlocking his phone, he found your number texting you furiously:

“The Lotus. Room 246. Say you’re there to see Steve. Don’t take off the outfit.”

“Done ;)”  

He walked towards the hotel, eager to get into his room. 

He paced the room with minutes to spare as he heard the knock on the door. Borderline running to answer it he found you in a long coat. He knew what was underneath and he couldn’t wait to rip it off. 

You pushed him back onto the bed, slowly you took off your coat, revealing what was now his favourite outfit of all time. 

You got on your knees in front of him, fumbling with his belt eager to release his growing member. You pulled out his large erect cock, studying the bulbous tip already oozing with precum. You immediately pulled it into your mouth swirling around the tip and releasing it from your lips with a pop. Looking him straight in the eyes.

“Jesus Christ” he groaned. 

You took notice of the neat red ring of lipstick residue that had formed on his cock. Smiling to yourself. 

You then went in taking his whole length down your throat. You intended to make this the sloppiest, dirtiest blow job he’d ever had. He didn’t take his eyes off you as you slurped his length, effortlessly licking and enjoying the taste of his manhood. You were intoxicated but the musty smell of his neatly trimmed bush above the base of his cock in which your nose found a cushion. You palmed his heavy balls in your hand, he groaned as you abandoned his cock for his balls, shoving them both in your mouth letting them feel the inside of your warm mouth. “Fuck yes baby, yeah keep doing that shit.” You stroked his cock while you circled the balls with your tongue. Increasing and decreasing your speed he was on edge unsure of your next move. He moved his hand to the base of your neck, gathering your hair into a pony.

“This ok?”

You let out a weak “uh-huh” the vibration of your approval sending a shiver through his spine. Instantly he pulled hard, fucking your throat. Your eyes started to water as his sheer length penetrated your throat. Your lipstick now smeared around your mouth and mascara dripped down your cheek. Controlling the movement of your head he pulled you off his cock.

“You keep doing that baby I’m gonna cum… on all 4s… now.” You quickly got up, wiping under your eyes, and getting into position. You dared look back to see him undressing, pulling off his shirt. 

He caught you shamelessly admiring his chiselled chest “Head. Down.” Following orders, you put your face into the soft pillow. Pulling you front down so your boobs were smooched against the mattress, ass high in the air ready for him to take you. 

You felt a pause behind you, unsure of what he was doing until you felt his large hands on your ass smooching your cheeks together then apart, playing with the skin and fat that rolled his hands. 

“So beautiful...” 

The soft tender moment was interrupted by the sharp slap on your ass. You could feel the red mark forming. 

“Do it again.”

“What was that baby?”

“Do it again… daddy.”

“Gosh you learn so quickly… good girl.” Another hard slap landed on your ass.

“We don’t need these.”  

He ripped the thin lace from your body, it barely stood a chance against his urgency to have your heat exposed… ready to devour you.

You yearned for his touch and to feel his thick, long member inside of you. Instead, your pussy was met with a warm swipe of his tongue.

He inhaled the scent of your wet cunt already seeping with juices. 

“This is the best pussy I have ever tasted Bunny.” His compliments muffled by his tongue deep in your hole. He assaulted your pussy inching around your swollen clit. 

His hand came up to give it much needed attention, pinching, and rubbing the aching nib. 

“Chris please… I need it.”

“So desperate for me baby.. whats the magic word.”

“Please daddy I want your cock”

“Ok because you asked so nicely”

You felt the sudden fullness of his cock bottoming out on your cervix. His patterned thrusts hitting your g spot every time. 

The feeling of your velvet pussy walls latching onto his cock was like ecstasy to him. Every thrust was measured and precise to optimise your pleasure.

“God, you feel so good baby… so fucking good Bunny”

Choking out moans into the sheets you were overcome with pleasure as his hands roughly gripped your hips, his fingers digging into the thick flesh to give leverage to his raging movements. 

You were so close until you felt the sudden emptiness. 

You whined raising your head to see what had interrupted your pleasure.

“Get on top I wanna see your ass bounce on my cock”

“He laid down next to you and you position your ass towards his face, sliding your wetness down his chest towards his cock.

He grabbed his member, positioning it at your entrance 

“Good now sit.”

You leveraged yourself on his thick thighs bouncing up and down on his cock. Overcome by the new angle yet focused on keeping a steady pace to please the man under you.

You gyrated your hips raising yourself ever so slightly up and down on his cock.

“God this is the best view” his arms crossed behind his head as he raised his hips up to meet yours with ease increasing the pleasure.

He wet a single digit and snaked his hand around your back massaging the outside of your puckered hole. 

“Oh, daddy yeah keep doing that omg”

He readjusted himself, pulling both your weights up as he sat against the headboard. Squeezing your love handles, he gave you the sign to turn around with a slap on your ass. 

Your hair was a mess atop of your head as he spun you around to meet him effortlessly. 

“Come ‘ere gorgeous”

You leaned downwards to meet his face; his beard wet with your mess as you tasted yourself on his tongue. His hands travelled up and down your back coaxing you to come closer. 

You moved your mouth in rhythm with his, savouring your first kiss. 

His mouth travelled down to your jaw, leaving puckered kisses on your neck, sucking lightly on the supple skin more than likely leaving a mark.   

Pulling down your bra to free your tits. 

His mouth finally landed on your left tip taking the nipple into his mouth, he cupped your breast towards his mouth sucking hungrily. He bit the hard nipple roughly watching as your face contorted from pleasure and pain. Moving his head, making sure to give the other breast equal love and affection. 

Your hands pawed through his hair enjoying the friction of his beard against your soft skin. 

“Oh baby”

His hands travelled to your ass lifting you just above the head of his cock, letting gravity guide you back down. 

Over and over, you bounced up and down on his cock.

“Is this why they call you bunny baby.” He smirked up at you

You looked at him through glazed eyes, smiling at the delicious man beneath you. 

“I’m so close daddy”

“Yeah, baby you want to cum?”

“Hmmmm”

“Use your words baby”

“Yes, please daddy”

That was all he needed to grab your waist tighter, ramming into you from below in fast, sudden motions striking your cervix. It wasn’t long until you came undone on his cock, falling into his hard arms, your juices flowing over his cock and on to the sheets below.

“Oh god baby don’t move.”

Your body went limp as he used your wet pussy as a human flesh light. His thrusts became sloppy as he released inside of you, grunting incomprehensible sweet nothings in your ear. 

Sweat formed on his forehead as his whole body finally relaxed into the sheets, his arms wrapped around your petite body, running his hands along your curves.

“Holy shit” He exhaled

you finally found the energy to lift your head up and look at the beautiful man.

“Was it what you expected?”

“Everything and more” he gave you a weary smile 

“Good”

You moved off from him, rolling to the side, preparing to get in the shower and go home. His arm instinctively wrapping around your shoulder pulling you back onto the bed and into his arms. 

“Ya know you can stay the night if you want” he looked at you earnestly.  

“I’d like that”

“Yeah, as long as I get that pussy again in the morning”

“You’ll get a lot more than that Mr Evans.”

With a final peck on your lips, you drifted off to sleep in the lush sheets against his hard chest. 

Life with Chris Alphabet | Chris Evans Alphabet

A/N: Thank you all sooo much for the love on my last imagine! I was so inspired I did one of these cause I love them and don’t see enough of them. And tbh they are so much easier to write than a whole story they’re like a bunch of little stories in one whats not to love?

WARNINGS: Extreme fluff, smut implied

A is for Affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection?) 

Chris is all about affection. He’s always wrapping his arms around you while you cook or brush your teeth, putting his chin in the crook of your neck and swaying you softly. Even the little things like having your hand in his while he drives or guiding you through a door with his hand on the small of your back. He’s insistent on touching you at all times. 

B is for Beauty (what does he admire about you?)

There’s no doubt Chris thinks you’re stunning from head to toe. He loves it when you’re focused, and your glasses drop down to your nose a little and you bite your bottom lip. He loves how your hips sway when you walk, and your boobs bounce when you jump even the slightest. But what he finds really beautiful is how passionate you get about your favourite subjects; how you can talk for hours enthusiastically about a show you watched or a project you’re working on. Seeing your eyes light up and how much knowledge you can retain is truly his favourite part about you. 

C is for cuddles (how would they cuddle?)

Cuddling is a common occurrence in your household. Whether it’s the long, standing hug before he goes on a trip, your arms wrapped around him, his chin resting on your head. Or the middle of the night when you roll over and latch onto him for warmth. But his favourite would have to be on the couch watching a movie or the game; when you lay your head on his lap and Dodger jumps up on the couch and snuggles into your arm, resting his fluffy head on Chris’s knee. You can only see half of the TV and if Chris needs to get up its game over but the fact that you’re both curled up on his lap and he can give you both cuddles and scratches at the same time makes him a happy guy. 

D is for dates (what are dates with them like)

Chris is always taking you out for dinners or brunch. He loves taking you to familiar places where the staff know your name and people genuinely leave you alone to eat in peace. He knows you like getting dressed up for special things so any excuse to get you in a dress with easy access is a good reason for a date night. When his schedule doesn’t allow for that your most common date is making coffee at home and taking Dodger on a slow walk on a nearby path. It gives you both time to just talk and unwind in nature, holding hands and sipping your drinks. 

E is for Endearing (Actions that mean a lot to them)

Chris loves coming home to you because he knows he’ll get a homemade Lasagna and lots of back scratches. He much prefers when you pick him up for the airport instead of getting a car because you always make a habit of picking up a packet of his favourite jellybeans to eat on the way home. Its the little things you do that make him know you listen and know what he likes. He loves the way you take care of him.

F is for First Impressions (What he thought when he first saw you) 

Damn. He was taken away by your curves, seeing you in that dress was game over for him and he had to talk to you. He liked how you didn’t make it easy for him just because of who he was, he really had to work to get a date with you. He appreciated how you were kind to everyone you met no matter who they were and how you had an air of confidence about you that he admired. That day made him believe in love at first sight. 

 G is for Garments (What is his favourite outfit of yours?)

Don’t get the man wrong you in a tight dress is a sight to behold. Ok, you in anything tight that shows off your curves, ass or tits is a win for him. But honestly, he thinks you look best when you’re relaxed at home in front of the TV in one of his T-shirt which falls just below your ass but is tight around your boobs. You have your hair up in a claw clip and some granny panties on, fresh faced after doing your skincare. That’s when he thinks you look your best. 

H is for Hands (Where are his hands?) 

On your ass. He’s an ass man of course he’s going to gravitate towards that area. But if he must keep it more PG then they’re on your lower back or around your waist. Although, when you’re spooning it likes to grab a handful of your boob and just squeeze in content from time to time. He calls them his stress balls. 

I is for ick (What’s something that annoys you about eachother?)

Beard hairs in the sink. It drives you nuts his half ass attempt at washing them down the drain with a little bit of water. You hate shaving day because you know you’re going to walk in and see little brown and grey specks in the sink. And then when you call he comes rushing in “I know I know I’m sorrey.. I’ll clean it its fine, its fine!” in his thick Boston accent. 

At night, when you two get settled into bed, lights off, snuggled in the sheets without fault you will ask him to fill up your water bottle. No matter how many times he’ll ask you before bed if you have filled it up, you’ll always eventually ask him to go downstairs and fill it up. And you can’t drink regular tap water out of the sink.. nooooo… it has to be filtered water with pebbled ice. He reckons you’re perpetually thirsty or something. He’ll do it every time, but God does it get on his nerves. 

J is for jealousy (how jealous do they get? what do they do when they're jealous?)

Chris gets jealous and he can’t help it. He just knows what he has and thinks every man and his wife wants it. Whether its the valet who looked at you a little too long or when someone obviously flirts with you in public. His jaw will go tense and his grip on your waist will tighten. He’ll even whisper something dirty in your ear for good measures so everyone knows that he’s the only guy whose making you blush and more. 

K is for kisses (what are their kisses like? where do they like to be kissed?) 

He’s all about that tongue. Doesn’t matter where you are he will be slipping his tongue in your mouth even just for a second. When it’s just the two of you he’ll grab your jaw to pull it up to his so he can really get in there. He’ll always end it with peppering your face and jaw with little kisses too, because he likes the giggles, he gets out of you. Chris is also a huge baby so when he decides he wants to lay his whole weight on top of you and rest his head on your chest he expects forehead kisses regularly. 

L is for love language (what is their love language? How do they show love?)

Chris shows his love through plenty of hugs and kisses. As well as making sure you are totally satisfied every time you do the deed. But also, by turning on the heater timer so it’s warm and cosy when you wake up. Bringing you a coffee and putting it beside you while you work. When he goes on trips, he always brings you back a tacky cheap souvenir because he knows you love them. And from time to time, without you asking there will be a new pair of shoes in your closet, a new set of earrings, a designer bag you’d been eyeing up online or a fluffly blanket that has “magically” appeared and when you confront him he’ll go all indifferent and say something like it was nothing because he knows you get weird about him spending money on you. You’ll kiss him on the cheek and say thank you while internally screaming at the fact you are the proud owner of a Hermes Birkin. 

While Chris gives physical touch and gifts. His love language is acts of service and words of encouragement. He likes knowing he’s a good partner and that he makes you feel special and loved. He likes it when you do things like cook his favourite dinner or fold his tshirts in that special way so he can see the logo when he goes to pick one in the morning. When you make him feel like hes enough and you show him how grateful you are to be with you. 

M is for mornings (how are mornings spent with them?)

It’s always a struggle getting up for work when Chris has time off. He’ll beg you to play hooky and stay in bed with him. Holding you tighter in the cuddle, making It impossible for you to move. But eventually he’ll get up with you and follow you around as you do your morning routine even as to go so far as to hop in the shower with you… to you know… help you wash your back. He’ll make your coffee and insist you sit and eat breakfast with him. Weekends are much slower; staying in bed till noon, going in between cuddles and sex then more cuddles and then shower sex. You’ll always end up making breakfast while playing music, dancing in the kitchen in your underwear and eating bacon straight from the pan and then... sex on the counter… naturally.  

N is for nights (how are nights spent with them?) 

If Chris is at home, he’ll pick you up from work. And if you both feel extra lazy, you’ll stop at a Drive Thru and eat dinner in the parking lot, with the radio on low just laughing and talking about your day. Chris thinks your cooking is the best and its true because he burns everything, he touches so he’ll watch you cook, and you’ll chat with the music on in the background. You always finish the day with a glass wine and him a beer. Then you’ll both make your way to the couch in your pyjamas for your evening cuddle and movie. 

O is for Outings (What are they like with you in public? PDA etc)

Chris loves taking you out and showing you off and he’s not afraid to steal a kiss on the carpet or let his hand wander down to your ass. He always has you close and is holding your hand or your waist. If you’re waiting in line for something he’ll wrap his arms around, you so you can lean back into him. When he’s had enough of photos, he’ll walk straight over to you and take you to a private spot so he an have a moment to breathe and just be with you. Sometimes you end up in the bathroom just the two of you so he can really let his stress out…

P is for Periods (How are they on your period? What do they do to help?)

He has sisters so he knows to shut the fuck up and do what you say. Kidding. But he’s very attentive to your needs and moods. Buying different types of tampons and pads so you have everything you need. Stocking your favourite chocolate and filling up your hot water bottle. He’s a seasoned pro so he knows exactly which spot on your back to massage to help with the cramps. 

 Q is for quality time (how do they like to spend with you?) 

He doesn’t care if you’re just brushing your teeth or doing your makeup he will come in and get comfy on the toilet seat so he can just watch you do your thing. His favourite activities with you (besides sex) are walking Dodger or watching a movie on the couch. He loves all the time he gets with you in his arms or beside him.

R is for remember (what is their favourite moment in your relationship?) 

He has a million moments that make him happy. The first time he saw you holds a special place in his heart, but his favourite is the first time Dodger met you. You were wearing white pants and Dodger came fresh from rolling in mud, ran up to you and jumped all over your white pants. Chris tried to pull the excited pup off you and thought for sure you’d lose your shit at the fact your pants were now ruined, covered in muddy paw prints. But you just laughed and got on your knees to give Dodger kisses and cuddles. He was shocked at first but he fact you cared more about matching Dodger’s excitement then the state of your pants told him for sure you were a keeper.

 “Shit! Your pants I’m so sorry omg Dodger… down… hey down boy!”

“Don’t worry about it they’re just pants ha-ha… oh my gosh... halloo… whose this handsome boy…huh.. who’s a good boy? You are just the cutest thing!”

 Yeah, love at third date. For sure. 

 S is for security (how protective are they? how would they protect you?)

Chris is very protective in general and installed a whole new security system when you moved in with him for good measures. He’s always on edge if the paparazzi are around or a crowd of fans start to form, he’ll have a tight grip on your hand and always walks in front hoping to shield you from any questions or flashing lights. He is not afraid to put his hand out and push them aside, so you have enough room to walk and breathe. He’ll open the car door and help you in, standing in front until you are safely in the car. When on the red carpet he gets a little anxious when they want solo shots, and you have to stand to the side, but Megan is always right beside you and you’re always in his line of sight. While he has strict rules around what reporters can ask or say about you, there have been times when he’s had to outright tell them to fuck off if they made a rude remark about your looks or your intentions. He’d be furious if anyone pushed boundaries and made you uncomfortable or worse you got hurt, especially if he wasn’t there.

T is for Try (how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?) 

Chris is over the top in everything he does. Whether its spontaneous trips for anniversaries or generous gifts to celebrate your smallest work achievements. He knows what you like and makes sure to incorporate that into everything you do. You tell him one time about a wine you like? Great he’s booked a weekend trip to the winery with a private tour and personalised bottle. You miss your best friend? She’s on the first flight out and he got you both a spa weekend. Those rice Krispy treats you like? There’s a Costco pack of 50 in the garage. He’s constantly listening and acting on your every want and wish. He has the money why not spend it on the person he loves most is his motto. 

U is for Upset (how do they act when you're upset? how do they act when they're upset?) 

He’s very in tune with your emotions so when you go quiet or get upset about something he’s immediately at your side offering cuddles. He tries to comfort you as best as he can and knows you’ll get annoyed if he starts offering solutions or try to fix it instead of listening so he lets you cry it out and relax until you can attack the problem in a better headspace. 

Chris can be a huge grumpy pants so you know the best remedy is just stretching out your arms so he can come be the little spoon. Unlike you, he wants you to give reasons why it’s all going to be ok as you stroke his hair. 

V is for Vacation (Where does he take you on vacation?)

Private and quiet is he go to vacation with you. He likes taking you warm places so you can be in a bikini 24/7 but when you just need to reconnect and get away from the city it’s always a secluded cabin with a hot tub. Disney is great but that’s more a family thing. Vacations with you are more intimate and romantic. Good food and lying around are two of your favourite things so as long as it has that you’re both content. 

W is for Wildcard (a random headcanon for them.) 

If there is one thing Chris hates at home its wearing clothes. If it’s just you two he’ll walk around the kitchen butt ass naked. He says its ideal because at any moment you want to do it, he’s ready to go. He thinks the most amazing thing is how the couch feels when you’re naked and he even convinced from time to time to drop your robe and just go naked. 

X is for XOXO (What text does he send the most?)

“Did you feed Dodger?”

“Where is that belt that <I wore one time and looks like all my other belts>?”

“Did you order another package there are like 50 at the door.”

“Coffee?”

“When are you home, I’m bored”

“Got a surprise for ya ;)”

“<dick pic> do you like it?”

“Love ya peach <3”

A bazillion selfies from set or photos of Dodger looking cute. 

Y is for Yearning (What does he do when he misses you?)

He’d pack you in his suitcase and take you with him everywhere if he could, but he knows that isn’t possible with your work. So, he puts up photos of you two in his trailer and takes one of your t-shirts and your panties and carries a miniature bottle of your perfume with him to smell when he misses you. He also facetimes you at least twice a day to see Dodger and catch up. He misses you like crazy but whenever there is a break in the schedule, he’s on the first flight home to see you. Even if it means he arrives at 3am and only has 12 hours to lay in bed with you. 

Z is for zzz (what is a sleep habit of theirs?) 

Chris runs hot but insists on cuddling the whole night so while it might be uncomfortable, and you wake up sweating you know it makes him happy spooning you the whole night and snoring in your ear. Sometimes you’re on either end of the bed with Dodger smack bang in the middle of you two. But you prefer in winter when you can cuddle up to Chris’s side and he wraps his arm around you, and you don’t wake up a sweaty mess. Chris has a habit of waking up in the middle of the night with a hard on in which case if he’s unable to go back to sleep he’ll rub it against your ass and shake you a little until you wake up and then he acts all innocent like he’s been asleep the whole time and since you’re both awake might as well take care of it. He doesn’t know you know exactly what he’s playing. 

Brother from another mother

Chris Evans

“Unexpected Gifts” Pt. 16

Story Summary: After college, you moved to L.A. to begin pursuing your dream in the movie industry. You started as an intern and worked your way to leading stunt coordinator for the Marvel franchise on the set of the movie “The Avengers: Age of Ultron.” After the first week, you get a call that changes your life forever. You sister took her life, left you with her two month old daughter, and you are falling in love with one shield wielding maniac.

Pairings: Chris Evan x Reader

Warnings: None.

A/N: We’ve made it! This is the final chapter in this story. I am so happy I’ve made it to the end. I’m thinking about an epilogue just not 100% sure on it yet. Thank you to those who have been following this story and showing your support! I love y’all!

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It was the night before your wedding day. You always thought you would be nervous and stressed the night before your wedding, but you were the complete opposite. You felt happy and relaxed. You trusted that Jessica had everything done for the big day.  You, Scarlett, Rose and Olivia were having a relaxing night at Lisa’s. 

You asked Scarlett to be your only bridesmaid and Rose to be a flower girl with Olivia. Chris asked Scott to be his best man and his nephew, Miles, to be the ring bearer. 

You chose to spend the night at Lisa’s and let Chris and Scott have your house. You were just hoping it was in one piece when you got back.

Olivia was nearing two years old, and you couldn’t believe it. She talked non-stop, it didn’t always make since but that didn’t stop her. Olivia had started calling Chris, dada. 

~Flashback~

You finish unpacking the last box and sigh in relief. Chris comes up with Olivia in his arms. “Mama!” She reaches for you. 

You smile and take her from Chris. When you look at Chris, you realize Olivia has never called him anything. As the wheels in your head turn, you start to wonder if Olivia should call him dad. Chris is the only father figure Olivia has, to you, it only makes sense that she should call him dad.

“Chris, don’t you think we should be teaching her to call you something?” You ask him. 

“Yeah, I guess. What were you thinking? Like just Chris or?” He looks down at you. 

“I was thinking more along the lines of daddy, but it’s up to you.” You smile. 

It takes a second for it to register in Chris’s head what you just said. “Wait! You mean it? You would be ok with her calling me that?” 

“You’re basically already her dad. You act like it.” You say with a laugh. 

“Then yes, she can totally call me daddy.” He leans down and kisses you then kisses Olivia’s cheeks. 

“Livie, can you say Dada?” You look at her. “Da-da.” You point to Chris.

She giggles. “Daaaada!” 

Chris smiles widely and takes her from you kissing her all over her face.

~end flashback~

It was finally the morning of the wedding, you woke up with small feeling of anxiousness. People started going in and out of the house starting at 8 o’clock that morning. It was some what chaotic. 

Lisa brought breakfast to you, Scarlett, and the girls. You all sat in the queen sized bed eating French toast, fruit, and bacon. 

Jessica hired a photographer, and she was there taking pictures of you and the girls enjoying your breakfast. You watched as she took a picture of Olivia shoving a strawberry in her mouth. You laughed and couldn’t wait to have all these pictures to look back on. 

The ceremony wasn’t until 5 in the evening. It was just passed nine when Jessica showed up. You went down stairs to meet her. 

“Are you ready?” She asked with a beaming smile. 

“So ready!” You smiled. 

She started talking you through everything that was happening and what was supposed to arrive at what time. You watched as Lisa’s backyard was set up for the day. It was better than anything you could have ever dreamed. 

Just before lunch, your parents walked into the house. Your mom wrapped you up in a hug and squeezed you. You then hugged your dad. Your anxiousness was lessening now that your mom was there. 

The hair stylist and makeup artist arrived to start on all the girls. Your mom, and Lisa were first then they went to get dressed. After them, it was Scarlett, then Rose and Olivia. Scarlett took Rose and Olivia to get dressed while you were getting ready. 

Once you were finished with your hair and makeup, Scarlett came back in to help you put on your dress. She helped you into your dress and then helped you with your jewelry. 

Scarlett stepped back to look at you. “Wow!” She smiled at you. “You look stunning!” 

Your smile was beaming across your face. You stepped in front of the mirror and gasped. You were amazed at how everything came together. 

After taking yourself in, you were ready to show everyone. Scarlett walked in front of you and opened the door to let your parents in. 

Your mother was in awe. She started to cry as well as your dad, which in turn made you tear up. Your mom gently wiped your tears before kissing your cheeks. 

Finally, it was time. All 30 guest had arrived and were seated. Soft music was playing as Chris went down the aisle. Once he was at the end, he took a breath to steady his nerves. You may not have been nervous, but Chris was. Chris just wanted to be married to you. 

Scarlett and Scott were next. Miles walked down with the rings and stood next to Scott. Rose and Olivia walked down the aisle sprinkling flower petals. Once they made it down the aisle and stood by Scarlett the music changed. Everyone stood and waited for your entrance. 

The back doors opened, revealing you and your dad. Chris immediately teared up. You were stunning. He turned away to wipe his tears then looked back at you. You smiled at him with all the love in the world. There was nowhere else you would have wanted to be. 

Your dad gave you away to Chris. “You look beautiful!” Chris whispered in your ear. 

“Not to shabby yourself!” You replied. 

The ceremony continued on. Chris said his vows and slipped the diamond band onto your finger. You did the same and slipped a silver band onto his. 

“I now pronounce you husband and wife!” The officiant smiled. “You may now kiss the bride!” 

Chris pulled you into him and kissed you sweetly. The kiss lasted for a few seconds while everyone cheered. You both pull away with beaming smiles. 

“I love you, Mr. Evans!” You whispered to him. 

“I love you more, Mrs. Evans!” He pecked your lips one more time before, he scooped up Olivia and you all exited down the aisle. 

Sometimes gifts are better when they are unexpected. 

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“Unexpected Gifts” Pt. 15

Story Summary: After college, you moved to L.A. to begin pursuing your dream in the movie industry. You started as an intern and worked your way to leading stunt coordinator for the Marvel franchise on the set of the movie “The Avengers: Age of Ultron.” After the first week, you get a call that changes your life forever. You sister took her life, left you with her two month old daughter, and you are falling in love with one shield wielding maniac.

Pairings: Chris Evan x Reader

Warnings: None.

A/N: This chapter covers a lot of ground. I feel like this chapter may be all over the place, I don’t know. Y’all let me know what you think. I don’t think this is the best chapter. I am also going to try and get out another chapter today.

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For the next several days, Yours and Chris’s phones didn’t seem to stop ringing. They were overloaded with notifications. Your went from 1,000 followers to over 10,000 in just a few days. Everything seemed so surreal. 

You waited for a million ugly comments to start rolling in, but they never did. Of course, there were some, but it was nothing compared to what you were expecting. It was a relief for you and Chris. 

His fans seemed to be responding well to the the news, and that was important. People started to post their congratulations to you both, making your heart swell. Even his co-stars and fellow actors were posting congratulations.

You, Olivia, and Chris were back in L.A. and finally things seemed to be calming down. You and Chris were on the couch while Olivia played in the floor. 

“Don’t you think you should be finding a wedding planner?” Chris asked. 

You turn your head to look at him. “I’ll do it tomorrow.” You laughed softly. 

Chris looked at you. “Where do you think we should have the wedding?”

“I don’t know. I think it depends on how many people we want to invite.” You told him. “Because if we keep it small, just family and really close friends then we can have it wherever, but if you want to go big then I would say either in Boston or Atlanta.” 

Chris nodded. “I was thinking just family and close friends. Like Scarlett, Robert, Chris, Renner, Mackie, Seb and a few other people for me. And of course who ever your close friends are.” 

You laughed a little. “We kind of share the same close friends. My invites will be family.” 

“I guess you’re right.” He laughed. 

“What if we had it in your mom’s backyard?” You sat up and looked at Chris. “It is plenty big enough and it’s so pretty.” 

“If that’s what you want to do then let’s do it!” He smiled. 

The next day you called around and found a great wedding planner out of Boston, her name was Jessica Jones. She told you that she was honored to be yours and Chris’s wedding planner. 

You told her that you and Chris wanted to do it in his mom’s backyard, and she thought that was the sweetest and cutest idea. 

Jessica said she didn’t want to get to into the planning just yet because she wanted to meet with you and Chris first. You, of course, had to get back with her on a date that you and Chris could get back to Boston. 

You went to talk to Chris about when he would be free to go back. 

“Why don’t we just move to Boston?” He groaned from the couch. 

“Are you serious or just complaining?” You raised your eyebrow at him. 

“We could by a house and move then when we get married we can just go home and not worry about flying back here to L.A. where we still live in separate apartments.” Chris went on. 

“Ok.” You said. Chris looked at you shocked that you agreed so easily to his statement that was really supposed to be a complaint. “You make some valid points.” You shrugged.

“Ok then.” He laughed. “We are moving to Boston!” 

“We are moving to Boston!” You smiled at him. 

Chris picked up Olivia. “Do you want to move to Boston?” He asked her. 

Olivia clapped and wiggled in his arms. “I think that’s a yes.” You smiled. 

You and Chris had lots of details to work through over the next several days. You decided to keep Chris’s apartment in L.A. so, if you were in town, you didn’t have to fuss with a hotel.

 As you started to look at you work schedule to see when would be best to make another trip to Boston, you noticed an email from the Marvel Executives. You were confused. You never emailed them directly, that was always your boss of the stunt company you worked for. You showed Chris the unopened email. 

“Well, open it.” He said.

You opened it and began to read through it. “No way!” You whispered in utter shock. 

“What?” Chris looked over you shoulder. 

“They are offering me a job as a full time stunt coordinator for upcoming Marvel projects!” You excitedly told him. 

“That’s great baby!” Chris smiled and kissed your head. “Are you going to take it?” He asked. 

“I’d be crazy not to!” You looked up at him. “They are offering to pay me triple what I make now.” 

You stood up from your desk and wrapped your arms around Chris. “Everything that is happening right now is just so unreal.” You smiled widely at him. “I mean, we are engaged, we are planning to move across the country, and now I get an amazing job offer.” 

Chris rubbed his hands up and down your back. “I know baby, a lot has happened in just a few weeks.” He leaned down and pecked your lips. 

You couldn’t have been more happy in that moment if you tried. You were marrying your best friend, moving and were going to accept an amazing job offer. 

It took some planning, but you and Chris finally had your schedules arranged so you were able to make a trip to Boston to do two things. The first was to meet with Jessica and start planning. The second was meeting with a realtor to look at some a few houses in Boston and the surrounding areas. You left Olivia with Lisa while you two were out.

You met Jessica at her office one morning. She greeted you when you walked through the door. 

“Hi, it’s great to finally meet you two!” Jessica shook both yours and Chris’s hand then lead you into a private meeting room. “Ok, I know since your time here is limited, I’ve got a lot for us to go over. And we aren’t in a rush, you two are my only clients for the day.” 

You sat down at the large conference table that was covered with lots of things, magazines, fabrics, color swatches, and much more. It was a little overwhelming at first glance for both you and Chris, but as Jessica started explaining, the feelings of being overwhelmed started to dissipate. 

“Ok, first thing we need is a date.” Jessica said as she opened a large binder. “Now obviously, if you plan to do the ceremony and reception outside, we need a warmer month.” 

You and Chris discussed and decided to have the wedding in September. The weather was warm, but not too hot and it definitely wouldn’t be freezing. From there the details fell into place. You picked the color scheme, an invitation design, the flowers, an arch way for the ceremony, and lots more. The biggest details left to decide were the cake, the menu for the reception, your dress, bridesmaid’s dress, and the tuxes. 

By the time your meeting with Jessica was finished, it was well into the afternoon. You and Chris decided to grab a bite to eat before heading back to his mom’s house. 

You went into a small Italian restaurant. The hostess seated you at a table and handed you menus. Before either of you can open your menus, a little boy, around five years old runs over to your table. 

“You’re Captain America!” He exclaimed. “You are my favorite, after Falcon!” The boy said with a grin. 

You couldn’t help the small giggle that escaped when the boy said Falcon was his #1 favorite. 

Chris glanced at you then back to the boy. “Well, I will make sure Falcon knows that I met his #1 fan today.” Chris said with a smile. 

Before their conversation could continue, the boy’s mom rushed over. “I am so sorry!” She apologized. 

“Mama, look it’s Captain America!” He smiled up at his mom. 

“I see, but we have to let him enjoy his meal with his friend.” She told him. She apologized one more time before she began to walk away. 

“Wait, why don’t we take a picture before you go?” Chris offered. 

The mother turned around. “That’s really not necessary. I hate to bother you anymore.” 

“Nonsense, I insist.” Chris stood and picked the boy up and allowed for his mom to take a quick picture.

“Thank you so much, and again I’m so sorry he ran over here.” She said one last time before they walked away. 

“You are great with kids, you know that right?” You questioned Chris as he picked up his menu. 

“Yeah, I’ve been told I have a way with children.” He smiled. 

The rest of you lunch was peaceful. You went back to Lisa’s house and spent what was left of your day lounging around.

The next morning, you met with a realtor to look at a few houses in and around the Boston area. When you talked with the realtor, you and Chris both told him you didn’t want to be in the middle of town.

The realtor showed you several houses, but most of them were in packed neighborhoods where there was only ten feet between two houses. 

Finally, the last house he showed you and Chris was out from town and not squished between two other houses. It was in a new neighborhood, that only had a few other houses, but the closest one was a quarter of a mile. It had plenty of room and space. The house was large, with an open concept. It was two stories, stained wood floors, tall ceilings, marble counter tops, built in appliances, five bedrooms, five and a half baths, with an office space, and a three car garage. It was perfect. 

After touring the house, you looked up at Chris. He could see it in your eyes that you were in love with the house, and he was too. 

Chris turned to the realtor. “We’ll take it!” He smiled. 

After finishing up with the realtor, you felt as if you were on cloud nine. Chris could tell by looking at you. It was as if you were glowing. You were in your own little bubble of happiness. 

Before leaving Boston, you took Olivia back to the house, just to show her around. You put her down and let her walk around the empty house. She babbled as she walked around the first floor. 

Chris wrapped his arms around you as you both watched Olivia. “I think she likes it.” He whispered in your ear then kissed your neck softly. 

“I think so too.” You smiled. You giggled softly feeling Chris’s beard against your neck. “Now, I just can’t wait to be here.” 

“Me either.” Chris agreed. “Not much longer.” 

Once Christmas passed, you started the moving process. You packed up your apartment then packed up parts of Chris’s. It took about a week to get everything boxed up and shipped to Boston. Once everything was shipped and all the ends were tied up in L.A., you headed for Boston to start a new chapter. 

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“Unexpected Gifts” Pt. 14

Story Summary: After college, you moved to L.A. to begin pursuing your dream in the movie industry. You started as an intern and worked your way to leading stunt coordinator for the Marvel franchise on the set of the movie “The Avengers: Age of Ultron.” After the first week, you get a call that changes your life forever. You sister took her life, left you with her two month old daughter, and you are falling in love with one shield wielding maniac.

Pairings: Chris Evan x Reader

Warnings: None.

A/N: this was not proof read!

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Monday morning came way too fast. You woke up filled with anxiety, Chris did as well. You were both anxious about calling Chris’s agent and announcing your engagement. You were trying to put on a brave face, but inside you really weren’t ready for the reaction of Chris’s fans. You were so uncertain of what they may comment and post. 

After breakfast, you and Chris went to the back porch to video chat with his agent. Of course, you had met his agent, Megan. She knew of your relationship. She was a big reason you were able to keep it a secret.

You and Chris sat at the patio table in front of his laptop, waiting. Your anxiety had skyrocketed at this point. You and Chris both took a deep breath as the call from his agent came through. Chris accepted the call and her face pooped up. 

“Hey guys!” Megan smiled. “So, what is the reason for this video chat?” She questioned. 

You smiled as Chris grabbed your hand and raised it into the view of the camera. “Well, I may have done something.” He joked. 

“Oh my gosh!” Megan was shocked to say the least. She was happy, but as soon as she processed it, she started to think of all the articles and interviews that were going to want to be done and how Chris’s fanbase would react. 

“Congratulations!” She smiled. “Are you calling because we need a cover up or because we want to make an official announcement before the tabloids?” 

“The second one.” Chris told her. You nodded in agreement. 

“Well, you have an tv appearance coming up this Friday with Jimmy Fallon. Do you want to do it then?” She asked. 

Chris looked at you. He wanted this to be as much your decision as his. “Um, yeah, I guess that’s fine.” You shrugged. 

“Y/N, we can find another way. You just have to say so.” Chris rested his hand on your leg. 

“I just didn’t think I would have to go on tv or in front of an audience.” You admitted. “But, I want to do this as soon as possible. So, if I have to go in front of a live audience then I will do it.” 

“Are you 100% sure? I don’t want you to be uncomfortable in any way.” Chris truly didn’t want to push you out of your comfort zone. He knew you weren’t used to the big audiences and the cameras in your face. You did the work off camera and that is where you were comfortable. 

You took another breath and nodded. “I’m sure.” You told him. Maybe this way there wouldn’t be as much backlash. There wouldn’t be a post to harbor all the comments, good or bad. 

“Alrighty then, I will call the producers and work out the details.” Megan smiled. “Again, congrats! Love you guys! I’ll see you in New York Friday morning!” 

You both said goodbye before Chris ended the call and closed the laptop. You were hoping that your anxiety would decrease with the call to Megan, but it only seemed to increase. 

Chris was not much better. He was stressing for you. He knew the fear of being in front of a live audience and it being broadcasted on tv. Chris turned to you and opened his arms to you. You got up and curled up in his lap. 

“We are going to be ok after this, right?” You asked as you hid your face in Chris’s neck. 

“Y/N, no matter what happens, no one can change the way I feel about you. I want you and Olivia for the rest of my life. I want to come home to you. I want to make you happy for the rest of our lives. I want Olivia to be a big sister, and I want to watch our kids run around in a big backyard.” Chris explained in a reassuring tone as he rubbed his hand up and down your back. 

You couldn’t help the tears that started to flow. Chris moved back to look at you. 

“Why are you crying, hun?” Chris asked as he wiped the tears. 

“Because, you are just too good to me. I don’t know what I would have done this last year without you.” You sniffed. 

“You would have made it work. I know you, and you are not a quitter and you don’t give up easily.” Chris brushed a piece of hair behind your ear. “I know you are worried about being in front of a live audience and being in front of the cameras instead of behind them, but we are in this together, until the end.” He kissed your forehead then pulled back with a smile. 

You let out a breath and nodded. “Until the end.” You whispered. 

Chris leaned in and kissed you gently. You kissed back before you were interrupted by Lisa opening the patio door. 

“A certain one year old is awake and is wanting her mother.” She laughed. 

You stood from Chris’s lap and went inside to get Olivia. Your anxiety was still present, but it was better after Chris calmed you down. You knew things were going to get harder, but as long as you had each other, things would be ok. 

The rest of the week flew by and you were on your way to New York. Megan had a car service pick you, Olivia and Chris up and drive you to your hotel. Megan also arranged for you all to enter a side entrance instead of the main one. She led you up to your room. You stepped through the door and were greeted with the nicest hotel room you’d ever seen. You had stepped into just the living room area, there were still two bedrooms and two bathrooms to see. 

You bags were delivered to your room while Megan went over the plan for the announcement. You were sitting on the couch holding Olivia as she napped. Chris sat in the arm chair to your left. 

As Megan talked, you anxiety began to bubble up again. It had majorly decreased since Monday, but it was rising again. 

“So, Chris you will go out first and do your normal thing. Talk about your movie and what not, then we’ve told Jimmy to ask you if anything happened over the holiday or if you had any big news to share, just something along those lines.” Megan explained. “Then you will answer and Jimmy is going to ask who your mystery fiance is, you answer and then you say, ‘She’s actually here with me tonight.’ then Jimmy will say ‘lets bring her out here’ and then you will come in.” She looked to you. 

“Got it!” You nodded. 

“And I will keep Olivia backstage with me. If you want to bring her up with Jimmy, I did send him a few photos of all three of you together, but I was very clear that those should only be shown if you talk about her.” Megan continued. 

Chris looked over at you to make sure you were ok with everything. You gave him a nod to let him know you were ok.

“Everything is going to be ok.” You said with a small smile. 

Chris nodded in agreement. “You are right. We are going to make it through this.” 

You were filled with anxiety. There was so much left in the unknown. Chris was known for being a handsome bachelor. How were fans going to react to the news of him being off the market? What were people going to think of you? How would they react when they found out you had a child? These were all contributing factors to your stress. 

“Ok, I’m going to leave you three to have some peace and quiet for a little while. Stylist will be here around 4:30 to start getting you both ready for the show. I’ve got a few things to do then I’m going to pick up lunch, I’ll be back at 12:30.” Megan gathered her things and left the room. 

It was a little after 10 when Megan left, leaving you with maybe two hours to yourself. You sighed and leaned your head back against the couch. You were just trying to prepare yourself for what was to come. 

You decided you needed to let out some steam before you exploded. You laid Olivia in one of the bed and left to go to the gym. Chris looked as if he was as calm as ever, but really he was nervous. On one hand, he liked his privacy and to have things just for himself, but on the other hand, he wanted to be able to go out freely with you and Olivia and not worry about who sees or takes a picture. He knew this was for the best. 

You spent an hour in the gym. You ran two miles then spent forty minutes on the punching bag. By the time you finished, you were drenched in seat but you felt a million times better. Even though you were breathing heavy, you felt as if you could breath. You went back up to the room and headed straight to the shower. 

Megan came in with lunch just as you finished getting dressed after your shower. Olivia was up from her nap and playing with Chris in the small living room. Chris was holding her up by hands and helping her walk. When she laid eyes on you she started to walk faster. Chris let her go and she walked all by herself all the way to you. You and Chris cheered excitedly as you scooped her up. 

“Livie, you just walked! You are getting to be such a big girl!” You kissed her cheeks. 

Chris walked over and kissed her cheeks as well. He smiled at her proudly as she babbled away in your arms.

After lunch, you relaxed a little more before the stylists showed up. At 4:30, Megan let them into the room. They rolled in a clothing rack, several suitcases and more. They were followed by hair and makeup artists. 

The stylists set up in one bedroom while the hair and makeup was set up in the living room. 

You were amazed by what all was going on. This was the part of the movie world you weren’t ever apart of. The stylists started with your outfit. They brought several options. You finally made a decision on the dress, then your shoes and jewelry. Once you finished, they sent you to hair and makeup. While it was all happening, you forgot about your stress and you anxiety. You just enjoyed being the center of attention. The hair and makeup artists complimented you on your skin and your hair. The compliments brought a smile to your face. 

While your makeup was being done, Olivia wanted to sit with you. You held her in your lap as your makeup was applied. The artist occasionally brushed Olivia’s cheeks with a brush, making her giggle. 

What seemed to be many hours later, you and Chris were finally dressed and ready. 

Megan dressed Olivia for the night. Once she was dressed, you all headed down to the cars to head to the studio for the show. After you workout and being treated like a star, your anxiety and stress had dissolved. You started to realize you were working you self up over something you cannot control. You can only control your actions and emotions, not everyone else’s. 

On the ride to the studio, you let Chris in on your sudden realizations. He noticed that you seemed much calmer from this morning, which in turn helped him to calm down. By the time you reached the studio, he was much calmer and ready to take on this interview. 

You entered through the back doors and went into a green room. You sat down on a couch with Olivia as you waited to be told what to do. A crew member came in and put a microphone on him. 

The show started and was playing on a tv in the green room. Olivia saw Chris on the tv and started to make grabby hands. You and Megan laughed softly. You watch as Chris promoted his new movie and talked about different things.

 It went to a commercial break, and a crew member came to put a microphone on you. You looked at yourself in the mirror and took a calming breath. 

“So, Chris, how was your thanksgiving? Did anything exciting happen?” Jimmy questioned Chris. 

Chris chuckled and wiped his hands down his thighs. “Well, Jimmy, since you asked. Something exciting did happen.” He paused.

“Ok, come out with it. We are all on edge!” Jimmy exclaimed as if he didn’t already know. 

“I am now an engaged man.” Chris said. The audience gasped then cheered. 

“Wait, we didn’t even know you were seeing anyone.” Jimmy lied.

“Yeah, we tried to keep it that way.” Chris laughed. 

“So, who is your fiance?” Jimmy asked. 

“Y/F/N Y/L/N, she is a stunt coordinator for Marvel. That’s how we met.” Chris explained. “She’s actually here with me tonight.” He smiled. 

“What are we waiting for? Let’s get her out here.” Jimmy looked to the producers as if they were rushing to get you out there. 

A few minutes passed and the door slid open to reveal you. Chris stood from the couch walked over to you. He kissed your cheek sweetly then escorted you over to Jimmy. You reached out and shook his hand then sat down at the end of the couch Chris was previously occupying. 

“So nice to meet you, Y/N.” Jimmy smiled. 

“Nice to meet you too!” You smiled at him then glanced at Chris. 

“How long have you been keeping this relationship a secret?” Jimmy looked at you and Chris. 

“Well, we’ve been together for five months, that’s just officially as a couple.” You explained. “but, over this past year we’ve been together a lot.” As you tried to explain, you realized you would have to tell the whole story, including Olivia. 

Jimmy gave you both a questioning look. “We should probably just tell the full story.” Chris said. 

And you did. You and Chris told a shortened version of the whole story, so people didn’t think you were both rushing into being engaged. Even with the story some people probably thought you were being crazy and rushing things. 

When you talked about Olivia, they would show pictures of her with you and Chris. 

The rest of the show was great. The audience was amazing. They laughed and cheered, and that helped ease you into being in front of them. 

Once the show ended, you headed back into the green room to get Olivia. It was close to eleven at night and she was sacked out on a couch covered by your coat. 

You all made your ways out to the cars and headed for the hotel. Both of your phones were blowing up with notifications. You looked at Chris. 

“I say we just turn them off until in the morning.” You shrugged. 

“Sounds like a great plan.” He smile and kissed you. 

You both shut your phones off and put them into the pockets of your coats. There was nothing that could be said that would ruin what you and Chris had at that moment.

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“Unexpected Gifts” Pt. 13

Story Summary: After college, you moved to L.A. to begin pursuing your dream in the movie industry. You started as an intern and worked your way to leading stunt coordinator for the Marvel franchise on the set of the movie “The Avengers: Age of Ultron.” After the first week, you get a call that changes your life forever. You sister took her life, left you with her two month old daughter, and you are falling in love with one shield wielding maniac.

Pairings: Chris Evan x Reader

Warnings: None.

A/N:  Y’all I really trying to get this wrapped up because I start college Monday and I know I won’t be able to give this any attention after that. So, that’s why I’ve been updating like crazy! But, IT’S FINALLY HERE! THE MOMENT WE’VE BEEN WAITING FOR!

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You didn’t suspect a thing. Chris had done an amazing job at hiding the fact that he was going to propose in just a few days. Your mom, Lisa, Carly, and Shana helped Chris with every detail, even though there wasn’t much. Chris didn’t want it to be over the top and extravagant. He just wanted to show you how much he loved you but in a simple way. 

Chris had already picked out the ring. He went to Tiffany & Co. while he was in New York on a project. He did it even without having your parents permission because he always knew he wanted to pick his future wife’s ring from Tiffany’s. 

Chris spent a good portion of his off day looking over the extensive collection, but he finally made a decision and hoped you would be in love with it. He took the small blue box back with him to his hotel room and stuffed it into his suitcase and it had been there ever since. 

Finally, it was thanksgiving day. Chris’s stress level was through the roof. He had a gut feeling you would say yes, but there was still a tiny bit of fear in him that you would say no. 

Everyone was up and dressed for the day. You dressed very stylish but still comfortable, no one wants to be uncomfortable on thanksgiving. Olivia had a cute pumpkin outfit to wear for the day. 

Once everyone was at the house, Lisa wanted everyone to take pictures. Lisa pushed everyone out into the backyard for pictures. Chris rushed upstairs to grab the ring from his suitcase. As Chris walked outside, his heart was beating out of his chest. He took a breath before stepping out of the door.  The backyard was filled with trees that were covered in orange, yellow, and red leaves, it was beautiful. Pictures were taken of Chris’s family, your family, Chris and his siblings, you and Olivia, then you, Olivia, and Chris. 

Carly snapped what you thought was the last picture, then Shana speaks up. “Y/N, why don’t you and Chris get one by yourselves? Here, I’ll take Olivia.” Shana stepped over to take her. 

“Oh, yeah sure.” You said. 

“You don’t want to take a picture with me?” Chris faked offense. 

You rolled your eyes. “Yes, of course, I want to take a picture with you!” You both laughed.

It took a second because Olivia was being slightly clingy that morning. You turned your back to Chris as Shana pulled Olivia off of you, all while Scott was filming the whole thing. With your back turned, it allowed Chris just enough time to slip the ring from his pocket and get down onto one knee. 

Finally, you got Olivia off of you and turned back to Chris, but he was gone. You looked down and gasped. Chris was on his knee holding a Tiffany blue box in front of you. 

“Chris.” You barely whispered. 

Chris looked up at you and lost his whole speech he had planned in his head. 

“Y/N, I had this whole speech about how wonderful and amazing you are but now that I’m looking at you, I can’t even think straight.” Everyone laughed. “So, I’ll just ask you a simple question. Will you marry me?” Chris looked up at you with hope filled eyes. 

You covered your mouth as tears slowly slid down your cheeks. You nodded your head. “Yes! Yes, of course!” 

Chris stood up and wrapped his arms around you tightly. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him. Chris pulled away and slid the diamond ring onto your finger. 

“Chris, it’s beautiful!” You looked down in awe of the stunning diamonds now adorning your left hand. 

“You like it? Because if it’s too much we can-” You cut Chris off. 

“I love it!” You smiled.

Chris let out a breath of relief. It was like a thousand pounds had been removed from his shoulders. After a few more pictures, everyone went back inside where it was warm then they started to gush over your ring and the proposal. 

A few hours later around the dinner table you asked, “Ok, so who all knew?” 

Everyone around the table sported a sheepish grin but Olivia. You laughed. 

“I can’t believe you all knew!” You shook your head. 

Everyone continued to talk about the engagement then Lisa and your parents started to share stories of their earlier days in marriage. It was so sweet being able to hear the stories and spend time with so many people who loved you. 

Once dinner was finished and all the dishes were done, everyone started to head back to their own homes or up to their rooms. You, Olivia, and Chris went up and started to get ready for bed. You put Olivia down after putting her in her pajamas. Chris climbed into the bed clad in just his boxers. You changed and washed your face then climbed into bed next to Chris. 

“Do you think we should tell people?” You asked. “I know you like your privacy and I do too, but I feel like it would be better for us to announce it on our own terms rather than have some tabloid do it.”

Chris took a breath. “I like this not having anyone know but our families, but it’s going to get harder when all the planning starts. So, maybe it would be okay to release a statement. I just don’t want my crazy fanbase to ruin this.” He admitted. “There are some crazy people who will just comment hateful and mean things just to bring others down. I don’t want that to get to you.”

“I would love to say words can’t hurt me, but that isn’t the truth. I’ll just have to realize when it’s time to maybe step back from social media and if I let it get to me, I’ll have you to reassure me.” You smiled up at Chris then leaned in to kiss him. He returned the kiss. 

“Ok, I’ll call my agent Monday. We can release a statement, but for the next few days let’s just enjoy being engaged with just our families knowing.” Chris kissed your forehead then laid back.

“Agreed.” You laid your head against his chest. “Good night.” 

“Good night, fiance.” Chris whispered. 

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“Unexpected Gifts” Pt. 12

Story Summary: After college, you moved to L.A. to begin pursuing your dream in the movie industry. You started as an intern and worked your way to leading stunt coordinator for the Marvel franchise on the set of the movie “The Avengers: Age of Ultron.” After the first week, you get a call that changes your life forever. You sister took her life, left you with her two month old daughter, and you are falling in love with one shield wielding maniac.

Pairings: Chris Evan x Reader

Warnings: None.

A/N: another chapter in under three hours! This is pure fluff! There’s literally so much fluff! I also added pictures just for the heck of it.

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After a two weeks spent in Sudbury with Chris, you and Olivia headed back to L.A. Chris insisted on coming back with you, but you talked him into staying a little while longer, since he doesn’t get much time with his family when he was working. 

Once you were back home for a few days, you started to plan Olivia’s first birthday party. Her birthday was November 25 falling two days before Thanksgiving. Olivia didn’t attend daycare so there were no children to really invite. The only children Olivia had been around for a significant amount of time were Chris’s nieces and nephews. An idea popped into your head, so you called Chris.

“Hey babe! What are you up to?” Chris asked.

“Hey. I just started thinking about Olivia’s birthday coming up. I want to plan a party for her, but the only kid’s she has really been around have been the kids in your family.” 

Before you could go on Chris interrupted you. “They would love to celebrate Livie’s birthday!” Chris said excitedly. 

“I know they would babe, but her birthday is two days before thanksgiving and that would be super hectic trying to travel from Boston to Los Angeles. And my parents are going to have to fly from Atlanta.” You let out an exasperated sigh.

“Hey, don’t stress. We will figure this out, ok?” He calmed you.

“Yeah, ok.” You leaned back against your couch. 

“I know you just got back, but what if you had Olivia’s birthday here at my mom’s house?” Chris offered. “My family could be there and it would be a lot less travel time for your parents as well. We could have it the weekend before thanksgiving that way you and your parents could get back to Atlanta to have thanksgiving as a family or we could have one big thanksgiving together, totally up to you and your family.”

“Chris, I couldn’t ask that of your family.” You shook you head even though he couldn’t see you. 

“You aren’t asking. I am offering.” Chris said, and you know he had his signature smirk on his face. “I’ll even ask my mom now if it’s ok with her.” 

Before you could put a stop to his actions, you hear him call out for his mom. You faintly heard him explain the proposition then you heard a gasp. “Oh! I would love to have Olivia’s party here and meet her family. She is such a sweetheart, I can only imagine what her parents are like.” 

“Ma, she is on the phone.” Chris told her.

“She is? Let me speak with her.” Lisa took the phone from Chris’s hand and placed it to her ear. 

“Y/N, hun, I would love to help you with Olivia’s party and have you and your parents over for thanksgiving.” Lisa happily said. 

“Thank you, Miss Lisa. I really don’t want to impose on your family during the holidays. Maybe I could celebrate with my parents then bring Olivia to Sudbury to celebrate with y’all.” You explained to Lisa. 

“I promise you wouldn’t be imposing. The more the merrier around here, but I also understand where you are coming from. Why don’t you talk it over with you parents then get back with Chris or myself?”  Lisa stated. 

“Yes ma’am, will do.” You smiled. 

Lisa bid you goodbye then gave the phone back to Chris. 

“So, how does thanksgiving in Massachusetts sound?” Chris said with a laugh. 

“Chris, I just don’t know. I feel like I’m mooching off you and your family if I take your offer.” 

“You’re not mooching.” Chris said flatly. “ My family really likes you. I don’t think they would offer that to just anyone, Y/N.” 

“Just let me talk to my parents, and I will let you know.” You told Chris. 

“Alright, I’ll talk to you later. I love you!” Chris said.

“I love you too.” You responded before ending the call. 

You let out an exaggerated sigh and through your head back. “What are we going to do Livie?”

Olivia just babbled in response. 

A little while later, you called your mom. When you explained Chris’s offer to her, she agreed that it would be a good idea. She wasn’t too sure on the thanksgiving part, but letting Olivia celebrate with both families would be best. She knew Chris had become a fundamental part of Olivia’s life and yours, so how could she not let him be apart of her first birthday. 

After your phone call with your mom, you called Chris back to tell him that your parents agreed to having Olivia’s party in Sudbury. Chris had met your parents briefly when they visited you and Olivia in New York while filming. You were still nervous for his whole family to meet them.

After a few weeks of planning, you and Lisa had everything ready for Olivia’s birthday. Lisa had the idea for the theme to be donuts, and it turned out super cute. Lisa ordered a cake for Olivia to smash, one to eat, and tons of donuts of all flavors. 

You and Olivia flew back to Boston two days before the party. The day before the party your parents flew in. You, Olivia, and Chris picked them up from the airport and took them to eat before taking them to their hotel. 

The day of the party arrived and it was all about Olivia. You couldn’t ask for anything better. Chris went to pick up your parents while you got Olivia dressed. You didn’t know there was an underlying reason for Chris wanting to go alone. 

He left earlier than needed to pick up your parents, but he had a plan. Before bringing them back to the house he stopped at a small cafe to have coffee with your parents. 

You parent’s sat down at a small table with Chris after receiving their order. 

“Chris, is there any particular reason you’ve brought us here?” Your mother, Tara, asked. 

“Yes ma’am there is.” He said. To your parents it was obvious he was nervous about something and they had an inkling of what it might be. Chris took a deep breath and wiped his hands on his jeans. “Mr. and Mrs. Y/L/N, I know Y/N and I have only been officially together for a few months, but I’ve known her for several years. This year having her in my life has been the best thing I could have asked for.” He took another breath. “She is an amazing woman. She loves everyone she meets no matter what, she is loyal, kind, smart, compassionate, and beautiful. I can’t imagine the rest of my life with out her or Olivia.” He looks you father straight in the eyes. “I would like your permission to ask her marry to marry me.” 

Your parents were in awe of Chris’s speech about you. They can see the love for not only you but also for Olivia pouring out of him. They look at each other and smile. 

“You have our permission.” You father, Shane, answered. 

Chris’s smile could have split his face it was so wide. “Thank you!” He said with a sigh of relief. 

They still had some time before they needed to be back, so your mother asked. “Do you have an idea of when you would like to ask her?” 

“Well, I would really like to do it soon. I am not the best secret keeper.” He laughed softly. “I would like to ask her on thanksgiving, so I would really like it of you two joined our family for thanksgiving dinner on Thursday.” 

Your mother pursued her lips. “Since you are going to propose, we will stay.” Your mom smiled. Chris smiled victoriously, his plan was coming together perfectly. 

They continued their conversation for just a few more minutes then it was time to head home for the party. 

Chris and your parents arrived forty-five minutes before the start time of the party. Lisa’s house was decorated beautifully for the occasion. Streamers and balloons were every where, along with pictures of Olivia that Lisa had acquired from Chris. 

You walked down the stairs with Olivia in your arms, she was bathed and ready for the party. She was a little cranky about the tutu she had on, but she was slowly calming down. 

Your mom gasped at Olivia’s outfit and immediately went to take her from you. You smiled and passed her over. You gave Chris a question look, he responded with a nonchalant shrug. 

Once your mom was finished gushing about Olivia’s outfit, you lead them into the kitchen to meet Lisa. 

Lisa and your parents hit it off. They fell into easy conversation as your mom started to help Lisa with the finishing touches of the decorations. 

It was finally party time and Carly and Shana both showed up with the rest of the kids. The children were in awe of all the sweets laid out in front of them. Scott arrived with armfuls of gifts. 

“Scott! You did not!” You gasped as he set the gift bags down. 

“I absolutely did!” He smirked. Scott took Olivia from Chris’s arms and gave her a kiss on the cheek. 

The party continued. Your mom placed the small cake on the tray of the high chair for Olivia to smash. Before you let her destroy the cake, you mom wanted a picture. You put Olivia in the high chair and stood just to the side for the picture.

“Chris get in there!” You mom motioned with her hand. 

He couldn’t help the smile that beamed across his face. He joined the picture then allowed Olivia to dig in to her cake. 

Everyone gathered around to watch Olivia smash her cake, and smashed it was. She had frosting all over her arms and face. You all snapped pictured of the happy birthday girl as she licked the cake and frosting from her hands. 

The official party ended after two or so hours. With everyone around clean up didn’t take much time. The left over food was all stored away and the decorations were taken down. All of Olivia’s gifts had been placed in the corner of the living room for her to play with later. The kids had crashed from their sugar highs and were napping in the playroom on pallets. 

All the adults gathered around the living room to enjoy the quiet. Scott, Chris and your dad watched a football game while all the women just laid around. 

“Miss Lisa, I can’t thank you enough for everything. It was absolutely beautiful!” You told her as you looked through your pictures. 

“Oh, hun, it was not a big deal! It was nice to do the planning and have the party here. It reminded me of having my own children’s parties here.” She smiled at you. 

The rest of the evening was quiet. Everyone laid around and munched on party food. You leaned against Chris not thinking of anything other than the day you had. Chris looked as if he was focused on the game on tv, but really his sole focus was planning the perfect proposal with just a few short days. 

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“Unexpected Gifts” Masterlist

Summary: After college, you moved to L.A. to begin pursuing your dream in the movie industry. You started with an internship and worked your way into the position of stunt coordinator by the age of 25. Your life was finally working out, You were finishing the first week of training with the Marvel cast for "Avengers: Age of Ultron." You had it all put together until your younger sister took her life, left you full custody of her two-month-old daughter, and you found the love of your life. (Based off Chris’s movie “Gifted”)

Pairings: Chris Evans x Reader

Series Warnings: Mentions of death/suicide/cussing

Status: complete

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

“Unexpected Gifts” Pt. 11

Story Summary: After college, you moved to L.A. to begin pursuing your dream in the movie industry. You started as an intern and worked your way to leading stunt coordinator for the Marvel franchise on the set of the movie “The Avengers: Age of Ultron.” After the first week, you get a call that changes your life forever. You sister took her life, left you with her two month old daughter, and you are falling in love with one shield wielding maniac.

Pairings: Chris Evan x Reader

Warnings: None.

A/N: Olivia is approaching is around 11 months in this chapter.  I just wrote this in under three hours......so. 

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One night, Shana decided to let all the kids go over to her house and play while her mom and Chris made dinner. Carly also joined Shana while keeping the kids. Chris was out on the back patio grilling hamburgers for dinner. You finished helping Lisa with preparing the condiments and sides then you slipped out onto the back patio. 

You slowly walked up behind Chris and wrapped your arms around him. He knew it was you by your hands. 

“Hey, baby.” Chris said softly. 

“Hi.” You whispered back and laid your head against his back. 

You both stayed quiet, just enjoying the sounds of outside around you. Chris laid his spatula down and turned in your arms so you were against his chest. He wrapped his arms around your waist and looked around at the backyard he grew up in. You looked up at him then out in the same direction he we was looking. 

“It’s nice here.” You said quietly. 

“You think so?” He questioned. 

“Yeah, this seems like a good place for a family.” You said looking up at him. “It’s not quite a small town in the south, but it’s still nice.” You laughed softly. 

“Where would you rather raise your family, here is Sudbury or in Atlanta?” Chris asked. 

“Wherever I’m with you.” You smiled. 

Chris looks down at you with his eyes full of love and adoration. “I love you, Y/N.” He whispered and leaned in to kiss you. 

“I love you too.” You whispered back just before your lips met. You both pulled away with smiles on your faces.

“So, you would want to raise a family with me?” Chris gave you a questioning look. 

“Most definitely! You are amazing with Olivia. I can’t imagine what you would be like with your own children.” You said while running your hands over his shoulders and down his arms. 

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead before turning back to the burgers on the grill. You took a seat on the patio chair and watched Chris. A few minutes later the back door opened, revealing Carly holding Olivia. 

“Olivia, who is that?” Carly pointed to you. 

“Mama!” She said clearly.

You gasp and reach out for her. “Good job, baby girl!” You cheered proudly. Chris turned around to see Olivia giggling in your arms. 

“Who is it, Livie?” Chris questioned her. 

“Mama!” She said again. Chris smiled at her proudly. 

You smiled at him, you mind filling with thoughts of having children with him and him looking at them the way he was looking at Olivia. Chris looked at you before taking Olivia from your arms. He kissed her cheeks as she giggled. After holding her for a few minutes, he handed her back so he could take the hamburgers off the grill. You opened the back door for him and followed him inside the house. 

“Ma, did you hear Olivia say her first word?” Chris asked his mother as he placed the tray on the counter. 

“No, I didn’t! I want to hear.” She smiled excitedly. 

“Livie, who is that?” Chris asked her as he pointed to you. 

“Mama!” She giggled. 

“Oh my!” Lisa grinned and clapped. “Such a smart girl!” 

You kissed Olivia’s cheeks and tickled her as you held her. “Don’t blink! Before you know it she’ll be all grown up!” Lisa said with a smile. 

Soon, dinner was served and everyone gathered around the outdoor dining table. 

“So, Chris, when do you plan on popping the big question?” Scott asked his brother teasingly with a hint of seriousness. 

You nearly choked on your chip you were eating. Chris’s stared daggers into his brother. 

“Scott!” Lisa reprimanded. “That is not an appropriate question for the dinner table.” 

You took a sip of your drink to stop your coughing. 

“Ma, I was just kidding!” Scott defended himself. 

The rest of dinner was filled with mindless conversation. You stayed rather quiet until it was over. You helped Lisa wash the dishes as everyone else hung out in the living room. 

“I apologize for Scott’s behavior earlier, Y/N.” Lisa said as she dried a dish. 

“There’s no need to apologize. It was a harmless comment.” You half smiled at her. 

“I don’t mean to pry, Y/N, and I know its only been a few months since you and Chris have officially been together, but do you see a future with my son?” She set the dish down and turned her full attention to you, you followed suit. 

“If I’m being honest with you and myself, yes ma’am. I see myself building a life with Chris.” You started to blush. “He treats me so well, and he has always been understanding of my situation with Olivia. I think since the night I got the call about my sister, I have seen a future with him.” 

Lisa smiled brightly and pulled you into a tight hug. “Y/N, you are an amazing woman. After meeting you just a few short days ago, I’ve know that there is no one better for Chris than you.” 

You teared up at her comment. “Just promise me you will take care of him. He needs it.” She laughed softly. 

“Yes ma’am. I promise.” You laughed. 

“Hey, what’s going on in here?” You heard Chris ask from the kitchen door. 

You pulled away from Lisa and wiped the stray tears. “Nothing, just dong dishes.” You smiled at him. 

Olivia was asleep against his shoulder. “Alright then, I was going to go put Livie down, but I figured you would want to kiss her good night.” 

“Ugh this man in literally perfect”  You thought. He knew that even if Olivia was asleep, you would always kiss her and tell you loved her. 

Chris brought her over to you. You kissed her cheek and whispered in her ear. You smiled up at him before he took her to your shared bedroom. 

Once you and Lisa finished the dishes, you decided to head up to bed for the night. You went into the bedroom you and Chris were sharing. As you stepped in, Chris was closing the bathroom door. 

“I’m going to shower.” You said grabbing your pajamas and stepping into the bathroom. 

After your shower, you crawled into the bed with Chris. You curled up next to him, you head against his chest. 

“So, do you want to tell me what you and my mom were talking about?” Chris asked in a whisper as he ran his hand over your back. 

You internally debated with yourself for a moment before deciding to tell him. If things were going to really be serious, you had to be open and honest. 

“After your brother’s question at dinner, your mom asked me if I saw a future with you.” You looked up at Chris, you could just barely make out his features in the dark. “And I told her, yes I do. I know it’s only been a few months but you’ve been through a lot with me in just under a year.” You took a breath. “You’ve been my compass through times when I didn’t know which way to go. I don’t know what I would have done without you. I love you, Chris Evans.” 

Chris was lost for words at your outpour. He kissed your forehead, then your nose then your lips. “I love you too, Y/F/N Y/L/N.” 

“Do you see a future with me?” You asked shyly. You were glad it was dark because you wouldn’t have been able to make eye contact if there was light. 

“I can’t imagine one without you or Olivia.” He stated. “Thank you for letting me in and letting me help you and be your compass.” 

Chris kissed your forehead one more time before you both fell asleep. It was the best sleep you had in ages. 

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“Unexpected Gifts” Pt. 9

Story Summary: After college, you moved to L.A. to begin pursuing your dream in the movie industry. You started as an intern and worked your way to leading stunt coordinator for the Marvel franchise on the set of the movie “The Avengers: Age of Ultron.” After the first week, you get a call that changes your life forever. You sister took her life, left you with her two month old daughter, and you are falling in love with one shield wielding maniac.

Pairings: Chris Evan x Reader, Scarlett Johansson x reader (platonic)

Warnings: Lots of fluff! and I think this could be classified as angst, not sure. Its not between Chris and the reader though.

A/N: Ok, when I started writing this I did not know how old Scarlett’s daughter was, I honestly just knew she had one. It just dawned on me to see how old she is and I found out that she is only five, so if I was going by her actually birthdate, she wouldn’t even be born. So, for the sake of this story, Scarlett’s daughter is already born and I’m going to say she is five at this point. 

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Following your date, you checked your schedule for an upcoming projects. At the time, you had a few small projects that would be wrapped by the time Chris was ready to head to Boston.

You text Chris a picture of your schedule to let him know you were for sure free. He sent back a thumbs up and a smiley face. You laughed and put your phone down. Olivia had started crawling right as she reached eight months, so you couldn’t get to distracted or she would be into something. 

Chris was away filming his cameos for a few of the upcoming marvel movies, so it had been just you and Olivia for a couple of days. And you realized you needed to find a few more friends, some that were more available than Chris. But the more you thought about it, the worse it sounded.

So, you decided that staying at home with Olivia was the best option. As you were playing with Olivia, your phone started ringing. You grabbed it from the couch as Oliva crawled over and into your lap. You looked at the screen and saw Scarlett’s face. You quickly answered. 

“Hey girl! What’s up?” You asked as you smiled at Olivia. 

“Y/N! It feels like it’s been too long since I’ve seen you. I was in town and was wondering if you and Livie would want to grab dinner with Rose and me?” Scarlett said.

You glance down at Olivia, who is just smiling and babbling. “Yes! Oh my gosh! We would love to!” 

“Great! I’ll text you the restaurant.” Scarlett ended the call. 

“Well, Livie, looks like we have plans for the evening.” You scooped Olivia up in your arms and went to get ready. 

You changed out of you shorts and t-shirt and into white jeans, a baby blue top and some sandals. After applying a touch of makeup and smoothing out your hair, you grabbed clothes for Olivia. You picked out a white, sleeveless romper that had pineapples all over it and a matching headband. 

Once Olivia was dressed, you grabbed your phone and the diaper bag and headed out the door. You drove downtown to the address Scarlett sent you. You arrived and immediately saw Scarlett waiting with her daughter. You parked and exited your car. You gently got Olivia out as she continually babbled on and on. Grabbing the diaper bag and closing the door, you headed across the street to where Scarlett was waiting. 

Scarlett smiled at you as you made it across. You embraced quickly then pulled away. 

“Y/N, it’s been too long. We went from seeing each other everyday to not at all.” She exclaimed. 

“I know, I know!” You laughed softly. You looked down to see Scarlett’s daughter, Rose. “Well, you must be the famous Rose! I’ve heard so much about you.” 

The five year old giggled and held her mother’s hand tighter. “You’re Y/N!” Rose said excitedly. “Mama talks about you, a lot!” 

You chuckled and looked to Scarlett, who had a guilty expression. You all entered the small restaurant and were greeted by the hostess. She lead you to a table away from the larger crowds. You weren’t sure if it was because of the children or because of Scarlett, but it was nice not to be seated in the crowded dining area. 

The waitress came over with a high chair, which you thanked her for, then she took you drink orders. Once you made sure Olivia was buckled in, you turned back to Scarlett to catch up. Rose was entertaining Olivia. 

“So, how is the couple life?” Scarlett quirked her eyebrow. 

“Things are great! Like really, really great!” You started, and you couldn’t help the blush that made its way onto your cheeks. “Chris is the sweetest and most caring man ever! He literally bought a pack-n-play and a bouncer to keep at his apartment for Olivia.” You gushed.

Scarlett couldn’t help but smile, she was happy for the both of you. “You’ve got one of the best, Y/N. I’m so happy for you.”

Your conversation continued and flowed into lots of different subjects. The food was being delivered and that’s when your conversation slowed, but once it did, you were able to clearly listen to Rose talking to Olivia.  

Rose was trying to get Olivia to say “mama.” At that moment, you felt like you had been punched in the gut. You hadn’t even thought about something like this happening. 

“Rose-” Scarlett went to correct her daughter, but you stopped her. She gave you a questioning look. 

Rose look at her mom then back to Olivia. Olivia was trying to imitate the sounds Rose was making. 

Once all the food was placed on the table, you all started eating. You fed Olivia small bites off your plate, since she was able to eat more solid foods. You and Scarlett continued talking about little things while enjoying your meals.  

“Oh! I almost forgot. Olivia and I are going to Boston with Chris in a few weeks.” You told her.

“Really? Are you ready for that?” She asked.

“Yeah, I think I’m ready. I know its only officially been a little over two months, but I feel like things are on their way to be serious with Chris.” You admitted to her. You really did have a gut feeling that things would serious between you and Chris.

“That’s great! Oh, you are going to love his family. They are the sweetest.” Scarlett told you. “His mom is a literal angle!” 

You laughed softly. “Well, hopefully they like me and Olivia.” 

She reached over and squeezed your hand. “They will love you both! Don’t stress, it causes wrinkles.” She laughed and reached up to your forehead where she could see worry lines. 

“Ok, mom.” You both laughed, rather loudly. Rose looked at her mom confused, while Olivia joined in the laughing.  

Once the laughing died down the waitress come by with the checks. Scarlett and you both accepted the books and slid your cards in. The waitress walked away to run the cards. You picked Olivia up and sat her in your lap. She started to babble while looking up at you. 

“Mmmaaa” She continued trying to mimic the word mama. 

Rose smiled and clapped. “Look mama! Olivia is saying mama!” Olivia’s attention was drawn by the clapping, so she looked back at Rose and continued to make the ‘m’ sound. 

Scarlett looked over with a small look of apology, but you waved her off. “We should definitely make Chris jealous!” Scarlett smirked. 

“How so?” You quirked your brow. 

“Like this!” She grabbed her phone and from her purse and opened up the camera app. Rose climbed into her lap to join the picture. Scarlett snapped a cute picture of you four then text it to Chris with a message reading “I’m stealing your girlfriend and her baby!😜” 

She sent the message while laughing softly. Chris responded rather quickly. 

“Hey, that’s not fair!😢 You CAN’T have them! I’ll fight you”  

You both laughed at his message as the waitress returned with your cards. You put your cards away and gathered your things to leave. Scarlett typed her response to your boyfriend. 

“You know you won’t win that fight!” 

You shook your head at her antics as you both left the restaurant. 

“Hey, what are you going to do now?” You asked her.

“Just going back to my hotel, why?” She looked at you.

“Why don’t you and Rose come hang out a little longer at my place?” You offered. “Livie seems to be enjoying Rose’s entertainment.” 

Scarlett nodded. “Oh, alright! I’ll meet you there.” She turned and walked down to her car. You did the same. Once Olivia was buckled in, you headed home. As you were driving, you could hear Olivia continuing to babble out, “Mmmmaaaa.” 

She babbled the entire way home and even as you made it into your apartment. Scarlett walked in a few minutes behind you. Rose immediately went to play with Olivia on the floor, while Scarlett walked into the kitchen, where you were pouring two glasses of wine. 

While you were waiting for Scarlett, your mind wouldn’t slow down. It continued to think about the future, “What should Olivia call you? What’s going to happen when she goes to school and other kids talk about their moms? Technically, you would be her mother figure, but you couldn’t replace her actual mom.” 

Scarlett noticed the look that had made its way onto your features as you handed her the glass. She instantly took both glasses, placed them on the counter and pulled you into a hug. She couldn’t even begin to imagine what emotions you were feeling, because most moms/guardians were ecstatic when their babies started talking. Scarlett could see you were happy she was starting to form a word, you were just unsure of what to feel with the word she was forming. 

Scarlett pulled away to look at you. Tears were forming in the corners of your eyes. 

“No, no, no! No tears.” She said while gripping your shoulders. “I know this is tough, and I know you think by letting her call you mom is somehow wrong because you aren’t the one who gave birth to her, be glad you didn’t, that is the only sucky part.” 

 A grin broke out on your face. “There we go! A smile, no tears.” Scarlett exclaimed. “As much as you think you aren’t her mother, you are. I’d like to think you love her like you brought her into this world. Because everyone knows you would do anything that baby girl needs and that’s what being a mom is. Doing things that are so unbelievably unnecessary just to see a smile on our kids face, or to keep them safe. You chose to take care of her, that’s what moms do. Because I know, you had the option to leave her with your parents, but you didn’t. You chose to be woman who loves and cares for that child. You aren’t replacing you sister, I know it feels like it, but I know when Olivia is older you while explain it all to her.” 

A tear slid down your cheek at Scarlett’s words. She wiped it away and hugged you again. “It’s all going to be ok.” 

You nodded and took a deep breath. You pulled back to look at Scarlett. “So, I should be teaching her to say mama?” 

“Yes, you should because you are one hell of a mom.” Scarlett beamed. 

You returned a smile. You both grabbed your wine and went to join the girls in the living room. Rose was laying on the floor letting Olivia crawl on top of her. Scarlett took a quick picture of them and sent it to you. 

You laughed softly at the picture. You and Scarlett started talking about random subjects while watching the girls. 

As you were talking, you phone started ringing. You grabbed it from the coffee table to see an incoming facetime call from Chris. You showed the phone to Scarlett, who quickly snatched it and answered the call. 

“Hey, bab-” Chris cut himself off when he saw Scarlett on his screen. “Umm, Scarlett? What are you doing?” He questioned the blonde. 

“I told you I was going to steal you girlfriend and her baby.” She said as if that was common knowledge. You couldn’t help but laugh. 

“Very funny, give the phone back to my girlfriend.” He laughed

“Whatever, you’re no fun.” She rolled her eyes and handed the phone to you then moved to the floor to play with Rose and Olivia. 

“Finally! Hey, beautiful!” Chris smiled upon seeing your face on his screen. 

“Hey! How was your day?” You asked him. 

“Much better, now that I get to talk to you.” You laughed softly. “How was your day?” He asked. 

“It was really good! I’ve missed seeing Scarlett, and I finally got to meet the famous Rose.” You explained to Chris. He chuckled. 

“I’m glad you had a good day, babe. Now, where is love bug?” He asked. 

“She is on the floor, playing. Would you like to speak with her?” You questioned him. 

“I would.”  

Scarlett picked up Olivia and passed her to you. You placed her in your lap and put the phone in front of her. She started to reach for the phone once she saw Chris’s face. 

“Hey there, love bug! What are you doing?” He cooed at the baby. She babbled in response. 

“Mmmmaaa” She cooed. 

“Say, Rose has been teaching me to say mama.” You explained in a baby voice. “Can you say it Livie? Ma-ma?” You looked down at her. She tried to repeat the syllables but it was lost among her babbles. 

You looked at Chris who was smiling from ear to ear. “What?” 

“Nothing, just missing you both. Can’t wait to be back with you two.” Chris played it off. Really, he was imagining what it would be like to hear his and your children try to say mama. 

“We miss you too! I’ll see you in a few days though, then we will be off to Boston.” You reminded him. 

He nodded and smiled. “Well, it’s pretty late here, so I’m going to head to bed. I just wanted to tell you, I miss you and can’t wait to be back.” 

“We are here waiting for you! Good night!” You smiled. “Blow kisses, Livie.” Olivia blew him a kiss. Chris did the same. 

“Goodnight to all of you guys!” He said a little louder for Scarlett to hear. Scarlett responded before you ended the call. 

You put your phone down and joined Scarlett on the floor. 

“So, you haven’t said it yet?”  Scarlett asked in a teasing tone. 

“No, we haven’t. ” You said as you played with Olivia. “You sound like a teenage girl!” You laughed. 

Scarlett laughed. “I do not! I was just curious!” She defended herself. 

“Mhm.” You hummed and rolled your eyes. You both laughed and continued to talk. 

Soon, both Olivia and Rose were tired. Rose yawned and sat in Scarlett’s lap. “Well, I guess that is my cue.” She laughed. 

“Yeah, I think so.” You both stood. You held Olivia as she whined. Scarlett picked up Rose and grabbed her purse. You walked her to the door. “It was so good getting to catch up with you! We definitely need to do this more.”

“Agreed!” She smiled. You hugged gently before she left. 

Once she left, you took Olivia to the bedroom. “I know, I kept you up way past your bed time.” You said as you changed her into her pajamas. She continued to whine until you held her against your chest and rocked her gently. Within a few short minutes, Olivia was out. You laid her in her crib then went to get ready for bed. 

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“Unexpected Gifts” Pt. 8

Story Summary: After college, you moved to L.A. to begin pursuing your dream in the movie industry. You started as an intern and worked your way to leading stunt coordinator for the Marvel franchise on the set of the movie “The Avengers: Age of Ultron.” After the first week, you get a call that changes your life forever. You sister took her life, left you with her two month old daughter, and you are falling in love with one shield wielding maniac. 

Pairings: Chris Evan x Reader 

Warnings: None. 

A/N: I hope this makes up for how short  the last chapter was :)

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Over the next several weeks that was yours and Chris’s normal date night, alternating between your apartment and Chris’s. Chris even went as far as purchasing a pack-n-play and a bouncer for Olivia. The night you went over there and saw both items, you knew you had an amazing man. 

Finally, Chris had enough of the apartment date nights. You were walking around your apartment in your black, silk mid-thigh robe and Olivia on your hip when a knock was heard throughout the small space. You quirked an eyebrow at Olivia, who just giggled. 

“Who could it be Livie? Are you expecting someone?” You questioned the infant, who babbled in response.

You looked through the peephole of your door and gasped at the sight. Chris was on the other side in navy slacks, a white button down and brown dress shoes. He looked incredible, you thought. You pulled the door open. 

“Chris? What are you doing here?” You inquired. 

Chris was caught completely off guard by your appearance. He had never seen this much of you. You always had on leggings or jeans and a t-shirt when he was around. He eyed you up and down, very obviously. When his eyes met yours, he cleared his throat. 

“Y/N, I like you a lot, but I am tired of our apartment dates. I want to take you out to dinner and show you off.” He stated with a pleading look in his eyes. “I know I am not just dealing with you but also Olivia, so yes, I completely understand not always wanting to go out, but we haven’t gone out once. So, that is what we are doing tonight.” He stated as he walked through the door. 

You were slightly stunned by Chris’s spill. You stepped back as he entered. “Chris, have you looked at me? I can’t go out!” 

“Yes, baby, I have looked at you and you look incredibly sexy, but I need you to hand me the baby, and take your sexy butt in your bedroom and get ready to go to fancy restaurant down town.” Chris stated as he took Olivia. 

You could not help the pout the spread across you face. Did you want to go on an actual date with Chris? Yes. But did you also want to sit on the couch in your robe and eat Ben & Jerry’s? Yes. 

Chris leaned down and planted the sweetest kiss on your lips. “You have an hour and half, so go.” He nodded his head towards your bedroom. 

With a huff, you walked away into your bedroom. Luckily, you and Olivia had just finished your baths twenty minutes before Chris showed up. You sat down at your vanity in the bathroom and started your makeup. You made sure it was perfect, a simple smoky eye and a nude lip. You curled your hair in large, loose curls and teased it at the roots for extra volume. 

Once you finished, you made your way into the closet to pick out your outfit. The way Chris was dressed, you instantly started looking for a dress. You pulled out a navy, satin wrap dress and smiled. You weren’t trying to match Chris, but you knew how amazing the dress would look. 

You put the dress on and tied it at your waist. You slipped on a pair of nude heels, added large gold earrings, and grabbed your clutch. 

You exited your room just as Chris started talking to what seemed to be a babysitter. Chris stopped and looked over at you. He was even more star struck than when you opened the door of your apartment. The blush crept onto your cheeks and you looked at the ground. 

“Y/N, this is Lizzie.” You looked up at the girl. She looked to be at least in her twenties. “She will be keeping Olivia while we are out. Scarlett gave me her number.” Chris explained. 

A breath of relief left your lungs. Knowing that she has watched Scarlett’s daughter was soothing. You smiled at her as she reached to shake your hand. 

“Are their any allergies that I should know about?” Lizzie asked.

“No, she is allergy free.” You told her. “Oh I should probably write you a small schedule of what she’ll need for the rest of the night.” You began walking to the kitchen. 

“Oh, no worries ma’am. Your husband already gave it to me.” She smiled holding a small paper up. 

Chris knew Olivia’s schedule just as well as you did at that point. You blushed again at the fact that she called Chris your husband. You didn’t want to embarrass her, so you let it go. Chris couldn’t help the blush that crept onto his cheeks as well. 

“Oh, ok.” You smiled at Chris. “Umm just a fair warning, Olivia can be picky. So, when you get ready to feed her, your best bet is sweet potatoes or bananas.” You explained to her. “She will eat the whole jar of either of those.” 

Lizzie nodded with a smile. You walked over and picked Olivia up from her play mat. “Bye sweet girl! I love you.” You kissed her cheeks.

Chris pulled out his wallet. “I ordered you a pizza, so this is for that.” Chris handed over a twenty dollar bill.

After sliding his wallet into his back pocket, he opened the door. “Alright, we should be back no later than 10.” Chris told her as he put his arm around your waist to walk you out of the door. 

You smiled one more time at Lizzie then walked out of the door. Chris closed the door behind him. He stopped you before you reached the stairs. You turned around to face him, and as much as you wanted to pout you couldn’t. 

“You look absolutely incredible!” Chris leaned in to kiss you. You met him in the middle and kissed back. “That color is amazing on you.” 

You smiled up at him. “Flattery will get you everywhere, Mr. Evans.” 

He smirked down at you. “Hmm, and where exactly is that Mrs. Evans?” Chris teased. 

You laughed softly. “I didn't have the heart to correct her.” You admitted to him. 

“I didn’t either.” Chris said as you both made your way to the stairs.

Chris noticed you were slightly tense, and he knew it had to be from you worrying about Olivia. “And I don’t want you to worry about Olivia. Scarlett told me that Lizzie was the best sitter she has ever had.” 

You exhaled and look up at him. “I trust Scarlett. It’s just that I’ve never left her alone with anyone for this long.” You confessed to him. “Sure, I’ve left her with Elizabeth or Scarlett for like thirty minutes but never for this long.” 

Chris rubbed soothing circles on your back as you walked down the stairs. “I have her number, and if at any point you want to check in, just let me know.” 

You reached the bottom of the stairs and headed for the front door. Chris put his arm around your waist and escorted you out to his car. 

Chris opened the car door for you and helped you in. “Glad to see chivalry isn’t dead.” You smiled.

“With me, it never will be.” He gently shut the door and walked around to the driver’s side. 

“So, where are going to eat exactly?” You glanced at Chris as he started the car.

“A steak house down town.” He grinned. You nodded and put your seat belt on. Chris pulled out of the parking lot and drove to the restaurant.

Chris continued with being the perfect gentleman. He helped you out of the car, held the door, and pulled your chair out for you at the table. 

 You smiled at Chris across the table. It was the perfect setting, a small round table with a candle at the center, the lights were dim, but no so much that you couldn’t make out Chris’s sculpted features. A server came by and filled the water glasses as you glanced over the menu.

 The waitress walked up to the table with a smile. “Welcome, I’m Katie, I’ll be waiting on you this evening. Can I get you started with something to drink, maybe something from the bar?” 

“Water is fine.” You smiled. Chris ordered himself a drink from the bar then looked back at you. The waitress nodded and went to put Chris’s drink order in.

“You know you can get a drink.” He said leaning on the table slightly. 

“I know, I just don’t feel like drinking tonight.” Chris nodded, seeming satisfied with your answer.

You smiled at him before looking down at your menu. After looking the menu over, you narrowed down your options, but before making your final decision you laid the menu down.

“So have any new projects in the works?” You look at Chris with a smile.

“Well, I have some shoots to do for another marvel project then after that I’m free for a while. I’m thinking about going back to Boston for a while, so I can see my family.” He said as he laid his menu down.

A small pout made its way across your features. You didn’t want Chris to go home. “Oh, that will be nice!” You forced a smile.

Chris could tell that the wheels were turning in your head. “Y/N, that doesn’t mean I’m leaving you in the dust. I was actually going to ask if you and Olivia would like to join me in Boston.”

The pout subsided and a genuine smile took it’s place. “Well, I will have to look at my schedule but I would really like that.” 

Chris smiled widely and took your hand from across the table. “Good, because I’ve already booked us a flight.”

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“Unexpected Gifts″ Pt. 4

 Summary: After college, you moved to L.A. to begin pursuing your dream in the movie industry. You started as an intern and worked your way to leading stunt coordinator for the Marvel franchise on the set of the movie “The Avengers: Age of Ultron.” After the first week, you get a call that changes your life forever. You sister took her life, left you with her two month old daughter, and you are falling in love with one shield wielding maniac. 

Pairings: Chris Evan x Reader 

Warnings: None. 

A/N: In honor of this gorgeous man’s birthday! 

{Part 1}    

{Part 2} 

{Part 3}

“How much did you hear?” Chris asked as his cheeks turned red.

“Enough.” You said with a smile. “Do you mean that?”

“Yes, Y/N, every word. You are kind, you are caring, and you are absolutely beautiful.” Chris walked over to you, smiling like a child. Olivia was fast asleep against his chest.

You glanced down at Olivia then back up at Chris. “Chris, I like you. I really do, but with every thing that has happened in the last week, I need some time.” 

“Y/N, I will give you as much time as you need. And when you’re ready, I’ll be here.” He smiled at you.

You smiled brightly. Finally, in all the darkness you’ve felt over the last week, your light was standing in front of you. “You’re amazing, you know that right?” You asked rhetorically with a laugh.

“I’ve been told that, but I don’t see it.” He flashed you a grin. “Here, you take Olivia, and I’ll go work on the crib. You just need to tell me where to put it.”

You gently took your sleeping niece from Chris. “Right, I guess it needs to go in my bedroom.”

Chris began dragging the box to your bedroom to assemble the crib. You followed him into the bedroom and flipped the lights on. Your room wasn’t huge but it had enough room to add the crib, if you moved some things around.

“Maybe if you move your desk out to the living room and slide your bed over, that will give you plenty of space to put the crib against that wall.” Chris stood by the door with his hands on hips.

“Alright Cap, do as you must.” You said with a laugh. Chris chuckled and looked at you. “You’re probably going to need my help, so I’m going to lay her in the car seat and bring it in here.”

Chris nodded as you left the room. You laid Olivia down in the car seat and brought it your room. Chris was moving things off your desk, so it would be easier to move. You put the car seat out of the way.

You and Chris moved the desk out of your room and into the living room. After moving your bed around, Chris started working on the crib. You picked up Olivia, who was now awake, and sat on the bed.

“I’m glad you offered to do that, because I would have had a melt down just looking at the box.” You said with a laugh. Olivia was laying on the bed gurgling. “Livie agrees with me.”

Chris laughed as he turned to look at you. “It’s not too hard. This is not the first time I’ve put together one of these.” He smiled at you. 

Within an hour, the crib was put together. You put the mattress in and the sheets on. You set up the baby monitor as well. “Thank you Chris.” You smiled up at him as he admired his handy work.

“Quit saying that. It’s getting repetitive.” He said with a laugh.

Before you could get a word out, Olivia started cooing loudly. You both laughed and walked over to her. She was cooing and flailing her arms and legs.

“Someone is a happy girl!” You said in a high pitch as you tickled her sides. Olivia continued to coo as she looked up at you and Chris.

“You’re happy because I put your bed together, yeah?” He picked her up as she continued to coo. “Oh yeah, I completely understand.” Chris chuckled as he acted to have a conversation with cooing baby.

“Well, while y’all have your very intriguing conversation, I’m going order some pizza.” You patted Chris on the shoulder then kissed Olivia.

You grabbed your phone and found the number for your favorite pizza place. “Hey, what kind of pizza do you like?” You called out to Chris.

“I eat anything. Whatever you want to get is fine with me.”

You ordered a pepperoni pizza and a thing of garlic bread. After ordering the pizza, you began unpackaging everything you bought. Once everything was unboxed, you started reorganizing the cabinets to make room for everything. Chris heard the clanging of the plates, so he came into the kitchen.

“What are you doing?” He laughed as he watched you stand on a barstool to move things to a high shelf.

“I had to make room for all the stuff.” You said with a laugh. “By the way, I ordered pepperoni pizza and garlic bread.”

“Perfect.” He smiled. Chris was still holding Olivia. She was cooing and gurgling.

While you were continuing to reorganize, Chris continued to play with Olivia. You could hear them from the kitchen. Chris was talking to her, and she just giggled and cooed. It filled your stomach with butterflies and you couldn’t help but smile.

There was a knock at the door, Chris got up from the floor to answer the door, but you came running out of the kitchen, like a bat out of hell, and beat him to the door. You did not want him to pay for anything else. You grabbed money from your wallet and opened the door. You paid for the pizza then closed the door.

“I’m starving.” You said walking to the kitchen. Chris scooped up Olivia and followed you to the kitchen. You grabbed two plates from the cabinet then grabbed a bottle and formula.

You passed Chris a plate then began to mix Olivia’s bottle. Once you finished mixing it, you went to reach for Olivia.

“I want to do it.” Chris sounded like a little kid. You laughed and handed him the bottle.

“Alright.” You laughed. You opened the pizza box and grabbed two slices and a bread stick.

You fixed a plate for Chris and placed it in front of him while he fed Olivia. He was sitting on a barstool, so you sat next to him.

You watched as he was able to feed Olivia and feed himself at the same time. “Now that is talent.” You smiled at him.

Chris chuckled. “I’ve had practice.” You smiled and continued working on your pizza.

“Well, you will have to show me. I’m very inexperienced.”

“I will be happy too.”

You blushed a little and finished your pizza. Olivia finished her bottle, and you offered to burp her so Chris could finish eating. He passed her to you.

“Now Livie we are going to have a problem if you spit up on me again.” You told her as you laid her on your shoulder. You patted her back until she burped. You made it away clean this time.

Olivia started to yawn and get fussy. “I’m guessing that means, she is tired.”

Chris nodded in agreement as he finished his pizza. You stood up and carried her to your room. You made sure she had a clean diaper before putting her pajama onesie on her. She began to cry more. You put her pacifier in her mouth, held her against you and began to hum softly.

It took about ten minutes, but after that she was out. You laid her down in the crib and quietly left the room, grabbing the monitor as you did.

Chris was cleaning up the kitchen and putting the pizza away. “I could have done that.” You said walking over to him.

“I know, but you were putting Olivia down.” He said walking over closer to you. You smiled up at him.

“Thank-“ Chris cut you off with a kiss. You instantly kissed back. Chris’s hand rested at your waist. He pulled away.

“I told you to stop saying that.” He smirked. “I also wanted you to know what’s waiting for you.”

You blushed every shade of red. “Were you hoping that would speed up the waiting?”

“No, not at all. I just really wanted to kiss you.” He said ducking his head. “But I won’t do it again, if it made you uncomfortable or makes you think I’m trying to rush you.” He started to ramble.

“Chris, I’m not uncomfortable and I don’t think you’re rushing me.” You said placing your hand on his arm.

“Ok good.” He smiled at you. “I should probably head out, so you can get ready for bed. Your sleep schedule may turn to shit.” He laughed softly.

“Oh Chris, don’t jinx me.” You joked. You walked with him to the door. He smiled at you as he opened your apartment door.

“I really like being around you.” Chris said. “And Olivia is definitely a plus.”

You smiled up at him. “I really like having you around.”

He leaned down and kissed your cheek. “I’ll see you on Monday. Call me if you need anything.” Chris walked out, and you were left on cloud nine.

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“Unexpected Gifts” Pt. 1

Special thanks to @itsmycorneroftheinternet​ for helping me with the title!

Story Summary:  After college, you moved to L.A. to begin pursuing your dream in the movie industry. You started with an internship and worked your way into the position of stunt coordinator by the age of 25. Your life was finally working out, You were finishing the first week of training with the Marvel cast for "Avengers: Age of Ultron." You had it all put together until your younger sister took her life, left you full custody of her two-month-old daughter, and you found the love of your life. (Based of Chris’s movie “Gifted”)

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of suicide but no in depth details.

The first week of training with the cast was awesome. Everyone was open to your opinion on the different scenes. The cast themselves was something else. They welcomed you with open arms. You had worked with Chris Evans before on set of "Captain America: The First Avenger." It was nice to have a familiar face on set on the first day. The first week went by in a flash. Time flies when your having fun, isn't that the saying?

The week ended, and Chris invited you to join him and the rest of the cast for drinks. You debated on your answer until he flashed his signature smile, and you agreed. You were all sitting in a big corner booth, away from the front of the bar, laughing and joking. You sat between Chris and Scarlett. Chris was telling a story when your phone started ringing. You glanced down and noticed it was your mom. She never called that late, so you knew something was up. You excused yourself and slipped outside the bar to answer the phone.

While you were outside, the rest of the cast instantly gave Chris a look. "So, she is the girl from a couple a years ago?" Robert asked him. Chris raised his eyebrow and looked at him.

"I don't know what you're talking about." He said while a blush crept onto his cheeks.

The table erupted in laughter. "Well, even if it's not, the way you look at her obviously says you feel something." Scarlett smiled. 

"I won't lie to you, she's cute, and she's kind-hearted, but she is also confident and bold and is not afraid to voice her opinion." Everyone at the table smiled at Chris's words. 

You ended the call with your mother. The call was one, no one ever wants to receive in their life. Your sister had taken her life just two months after having a baby. Tears were streaming down your face as you walked to the table to retrieve your purse. 

"Y/N, what's wrong?" Chris was the first to ask and the first to notice the tears. You wiped at your cheeks and sniffed. "Nothing, I just have to go." You said feeling bad for dampening the mood of the table.

 Scarlett gave Chris a look. "Y/N, you can't drive home like this. At least let one of us drive you home." You didn't want to speak, knowing your voice would crack, so you nodded. Chris handed you your bag and wrapped his arm around your shoulder as he walked you out of the bar. 

The two of you walked to your car. You passed him your keys before sliding into the passenger side of your vehicle. Your tears had stopped. Chris walked around to the driver's side and started the car.

"Y/N, I understand if you don't want to talk, but I want you to know that you can talk to me or Scarlett or any of us. We are a family." He placed his hand on your knee. How were you so lucky to have ended up in this friend group? You were just a stunt coordinator, not a big time actor. 

You looked at him, and your walls collapsed. The tears started flowing, and a sob escaped. "My- my- my sister, she- she's dead." You gasped as the tears spilled over. Chris hugged you as best as he could, being separated by the console.

He didn't ask any more questions. He let you tell him what you wanted him to know. Your head was spinning, but it was calming to have Chris there holding you.

Once you felt you had calmed down, you pulled away. Chris took that as his cue to start driving. "Umm, exactly where is home for you?" Chris asked.

You took a breath and gave him your address. He nodded and started in the direction of your apartment complex. By the time he reached the parking lot, you had stopped crying. Your body was beginning to settle into the shock of the whole situation. Chris helped you out of the car and up to your apartment. He opened your door after figuring out the right key. 

You started to feel like you were in a haze like it was all a dream. You were very close with your sister. You were two peas in a pod, you thought she told you everything. 

Chris's voice drew you out of your head. "Scarlett is going to pick me up, but she said it may be an hour or so. They got caught by a crowd of fans." Chris said as he closed the door. You nodded and turned to go down the hall to your room. "So, if it's ok with you, I'm just going to hang out on the couch." 

"I need to book a flight home." You mumbled out.

"What?" Chris walked towards you. 

"I need to book a flight home." You repeated. Chris nodded and walked to your laptop on the kitchen counter. It was still open, so he took it upon himself to book you a flight. "Atlanta." You said as he began typing. 

"The earliest flight to Atlanta is tomorrow at 5 p.m." Chris looked at you as you continued to stand in the hallway. "That's fine." You confirmed. Chris booked your flight, and without hesitation, he paid for the flight. He made his way over to you. 

"You should go shower and try to clear your head," Chris said as he looked down at you. You could tell he was trying to help and comfort you, but without ever being faced with this problem, he was unsure of how to help. "I'll be on the couch if you need me." He gave you a soft smile.

It was a strange feeling you had. Even though you were barely friends, having Chris around was calming, and you could tell he was doing everything in his power to help even in uncharted waters.

You made your way into the bathroom and turned the water on, as hot as you could stand. You stripped and stepped under the steaming water. You stood under the water as it streamed down your body. Finally, after several minutes, you began to shower, washing your hair, then your body and your face. 

You turned the water off and stepped out, grabbing a towel as you did. After wrapping up in the towel and staring at yourself in the mirror, you exited the bathroom and went to get dressed in your bedroom. Chris heard the open and closing of the doors. 

Once you were dry and clothed, you went to the living room where Chris was still situated on the couch, scrolling through his phone. He looked over his shoulder at you and gave you a sympathetic smile. You joined him on the couch, sitting next to him. Chris wrapped his arm over your shoulder and held you to him. "I'm so sorry about your sister. I know me saying that doesn't fix anything, but I'm here if you want me to be."

You looked up at Chris, your eyes bloodshot and starting to swell. You could also feel a throb building in your head from all the crying you had done in the last hour. 

“We have known each other for four years, we just became real friends this week and you are somehow giving me a sense of peace and comfort I really need right now.” You laid your head on his shoulder as he held you tightly. 

“I’ll stay as long as you need me.” Chris whispered. 

“Thank you.” You said lowly. The tears slowly started flowing again. “I’m sorry.” Your tears ran onto Chris’s shirt.

“Y/N, you have nothing to be sorry about.” He said to you. “I can’t imagine what you’re feeling right now.”

Before you could respond, Chris received a text. “Scarlett is outside.” He said. You pulled yourself away from Chris and wiped your tears.

“Oh, yeah it’s late and you’re probably ready to escape from the emotional wreck that is me.” You said.

“Are you sure you’re ok? I could-“ He stopped himself. He was going to say he could stay but he realized that would be a little forward.

You took a breath. “No, I’m not ok.” You looked at him as he stood. Chris felt kind of stupid after he asked that, but he didn’t know what else to ask. “But I know I don’t want to be alone. You were going to say you could stay, right?” You flashed him the slightest smirk, and he couldn’t help but smile. Chris knew this was the wrong situation to be making a move, but he hoped it was obvious. 

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