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On Deck

Chapter 17

Summary: Although they grew up in the same small town, Chris and Sam had both gone their separate ways a long time ago. Chris moved up to become a MLB star, one of the best in the business, while Sam stayed stuck in the same small town. But when multiple injuries ended the Red Sox prodigy’s career, he winds up back in the same small town he swore he’d never be back to. The past may not stay in the past any longer, as old wounds begin to creep back up.

Pairing: MLB!Chris Evans X OFC Samantha “Sam” Merrick

Word Count: 4,268

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

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The clacking of Sam’s fingers on the keyboard of the laptop echoed throughout the apartment, reminding her of Dodger. The dog was laying on his bed near the kitchen as he stared at Riley’s cracked doorway, waiting for the teenager to come out of his room. But despite Sam’s attention focusing on the web page in front of her, she couldn’t help but narrow her eyes at Chris from his position, lying on his back against the rug, a band wrapped around his ankle as he lowered his foot from mid-air.

“Christopher Robert, that was not thirty seconds," Sam told Chris with a shake of her head. Despite her attention being split, she could still tell when he cheated on his stretches. And while he hadn’t needed to do much more than what would be considered normal stretching in a while, the intensity of his training sessions was catching up with his worn down body, resulting in both Sam and Chris being well-acquainted with the worn printout of exercises from his physical therapist back in June.

He huffed out a sigh as he pulled the band out from around his ankle, rolling his eyes as he muttered, “You’re signing up for your college shit, how would you know?”

Sam’s lips twinged and she resisted the urge to smirk, retorting, “Because I know that was nowhere near thirty seconds.”

But Chris’ lips spread into a smirk of his own, his hands moving to push himself up and off of the ground, his voice teasing as he murmured, “Just take that sexy smirk off your lips and turn back around otherwise I’m going to have to take you to the bedroom and get a different kind of workout.”

“I CAN HEAR YOU!” Riley shouted with a groan in his voice from the other room.

“Nice try, Evans," Sam laughed before she pointed at the rug again. “Sit your ass down and get back to your stretches.”

The door to Riley’s room opened all the way as the teenager came out dressed in a pair of jeans, sneakers, and his work shirt, smoothing a hand over his messy hair and asking, “I’m going to make a sandwich for dinner before work, does anyone else want one?”

“No, I’m going to take Sammy out for dinner,” Chris sighed, but smiled as he met Sam’s eyes from across the dark coffee table. “We’ll drop you off at the theater and then I’ll come pick you up when your shift is over later tonight.”

Riley nodded, frowning a little bit. “Sorry you have to take me,” he whispered, his attention elsewhere as he began pulling sandwich stuff out of the fridge.

“Riley, we don’t mind," Sam interjected. Chris and Sam had been trading off on driving Riley to and from work the last several days, thanks to Sam’s beat-up green car needing a trip to the mechanic. He’d begun working at the movie theater in town, finally able to get a job of his own thanks to Sam’s career shift and sudden free time. She shrugged, adding, “Besides, the car should be fixed by the weekend so it’s only a few more days.”

Chris watched as he just nodded his head before getting to work making his dinner. Chris stayed on the floor, working on his stretches for a few more minutes before heading into the shower to get cleaned up while Sammy came in to change her clothes. It didn’t take them long to all be piled into Chris’ Audi SUV and heading toward the movie theater, where Riley had now started working a few shifts a week. After dropping him off, Chris drove just a few blocks down to park in front of one of their favorite restaurants and wrapped an arm around his girl while they walked inside.

His arm loosely wrapped around her hips, smiling to himself as they walked down the street towards the restaurant. “You look cute, baby,” he told her quietly, his eyes moving over her and meeting her gaze as she looked back at him.

She had a sheepish look on her face, shrugging half-heartedly and deflecting, “I look like a disaster but I couldn’t do anything with my hair today.”

His eyes moved to look at it, remembering how she’d thrown it into a messy bun several times that day as she frowned at her computer. “You know I like it. Especially those little pieces that fall out at the bottom like this,” he smirked while reaching over to loop a finger through a loose piece and pull it down, making Sam smack his hand away while he just laughed.

“You’re such an asshole,” she laughed, dodging another one of his hands as he made a move to pull her hair again.

He shrugged with a wide smirk on his face, sighing and saying, “Yeah but you’re dating me…”

“Don’t remind me.”

“Hey, I’m being serious though baby, you look so cute,” Chris told her, but as they stopped at a crosswalk he turned to look at her head-on, his eyes catching on the beautiful white button-up shirt she was wearing. “Is that a new shirt?”

Sam nodded, pursing her lips. “Yeah, you bought it for me,” she whispered.

“We talked about this. I didn’t buy it for you, you used our money,” he reminded, eyebrows raised. “And I’m glad you are. I hope you buy whatever you want when we’re in Boston this weekend.”

This weekend was the last one before Riley was going back to school and Chris had been determined to make it a special one. In just the past two weeks, their lives had drastically changed with Sam being unexpectedly fired, Sam and Riley officially moving in with him, Riley getting a job at the movie theater, Sam deciding to go back to school, and Chris training more intensely. So much had happened, but as Chris looked at this short time period full of change, he couldn’t help but feel that warmth inside his chest. All of it had brought them all closer, becoming more and more of a family and nothing made him happier.

But with all of these changes, Chris wanted to do something special for his favorite people. He knew how hard this all had been on Sammy, and he had been so insanely proud of her for being willing to accept his offer and go back to school. Chris felt like they all needed some quality time together and he felt like Boston was the best place to do it to be able to finally take Riley to a Sox game, go out to their favorite restaurants, tour some colleges for him, and to just relax.

“I’m so excited to take Riley to a game,” Chris admitted as he reached for his beer bottle, taking a small sip as he looked at her.

“He literally hasn’t stopped talking about it all week," Sam chuckled as she leaned back in her seat, but her eyes stayed locked on Chris fondly. “Although neither have you.”

“I just miss going to games and being around it all,” he shrugged, his lips pursed. It was something that’d been all but a daily routine for over ten years of his life, and while he didn’t miss some aspects, he found himself wondering how it would’ve gone down the first time around had Sam and Riley been by his side, as they were now. “But I’m most excited about getting to be there with you and Riley. That’s the only part of my life that I didn’t have you in so I want to get to do it with you.”

“Just so you know, I’m wearing my Evans jersey to the game," Sam mentioned, her brows raising as a smirk appeared. “Even if that Evans guy is a retired bigshot now.”

A laugh rose from Chris as he shook his head, eyes moving around the restaurant behind Sam before they returned to her wide brown eyes. “Very funny,” he muttered.

Sam opened her mouth to reply but her attention suddenly shifted away from the man across from her and to someone out of Chris’ sight, but once he followed Sam’s gaze his brows furrowed in confusion a little and his face fell at the interruption in the form of a dirty blond man approaching their table, a small smile on his face.

His eyes were locked on Chris and Chris’ schooled his expression, forcing a small smile on his face to wrap up the interaction quickly. “Wait a minute… Evans? Is that Chris Evans?” The man asked, and Chris refrained from sighing at the words, focused fully on saying a hello to the apparent fan before he got back to enjoying his night with his girl. But that intention suddenly shifted as the man introduced – or reintroduced – himself quickly, saying, “I’m Jake Walters from high school!”

Chris’ jaw dropped a bit, relief flooding his once-tensed shoulders as he laughed, “Oh my god, Jake! I didn’t even recognize you at first. How are you, man?”

“I’m pretty good, but I didn’t expect to see the Red Sox shortstop here,” Jake smiled, nodding to Chris and telling him, “it’s so good to see you though.”

Chris reached a hand out, shaking Jake’s hand before he gestured to the empty chair between his and Sam’s seats. “Sit down with us for a minute.”

Jake shook his head, glancing quickly towards the woman on the opposite end of the table before dismissing the offer, “Oh I don’t want to interrupt your date.”

Chris could tell Jake didn’t realize who was sitting across from Chris and told the man, “Take a little closer look at who my date is.”

Jake shot Chris a slight look before he moved his eyes back to Chris’ date, and the surprise was evident on his face as he – in shock – asked, “Sam Merrick? I would say I don’t believe it but I’m not really all that surprised to see you two together.”

She smiled, greeting him politely with an amused look, repeating Chris’ offer and telling him, “Sit down with us for a minute if you have time.”

“Alright, I’m meeting my brother for dinner but he isn’t here yet,” Jake agreed, the host pointing out where Jake and his brother’s table would be before Jake sat down between the couple. “So what are you guys doing here? I didn’t expect to see you both still in town.”

Chris leaned back in his chair, catching Sam’s eye and giving her a small smile before replying, “We could say the same about you. Didn’t you move to Florida or something after high school?”

“Yeah I went to school there but then ended up coming back up to Connecticut a few years after teaching high school English. Now our old high school offered me a job teaching here so I decided since my family is still here, I might as well take it so I just moved back,” Jake shrugged as he answered, but sat up excitedly. “But I’m a lot more interested in how this finally happened between you two.”

Chris raised an eyebrow, tentative as he admitted, “It’s kind of a long story.”

But Sam rolled her eyes, correcting him – as usual – and informing Jake, “Not really. Chris got injured, came back here, ate at the diner where I was waitressing and we hated each other for a little while but then ended up getting together and that was it.”

“Leave it to Sam to get right to the point,” Jake laughed, but turned his head as a familiar frame entered the small restaurant. “It looks like my brother just sat down, but are you guys coming to the get together tomorrow night?”

“What get together?” Sam asked curiously before she took a sip from her own beer.

Jake’s expression turned excited as he leaned forwards, telling the couple “A bunch of the old group from high school is getting together out at Sarah’s parents’ house out on the lake where we used to go,”

Chris listened carefully, remembering his last phone call with his younger sister a few days ago. “Oh I think Shanna might have mentioned that,” he recalled, knowing it was the reason Scott and Shanna were each coming into town for the weekend.

“Yeah she said she was coming and so is Scott. You guys should come, we’d all love to see you,” Jake offered, looking between both of them.

Chris lifted his shoulder, looking at Sam’s willing expression and replying, “Maybe we will.”

And with only a few more words, Jake had filed off to his own table, leaving the couple alone once again. Chris leaned back in his chair, finally looking over to meet Sammy’s gaze. He couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at her while he reached out to grab his beer, wondering, “So do you think we should go?”

She let out a long sigh, a falsely-unsure expression on her face as she informed him, “Well I’m sure you’d be the center of attention so you and your big head would love that.”

He laughed, shaking his head at her words and fell into their easy banter. “I was more thinking that I want to go because I’d get to have Sammy Merrick on my arm,” he shrugged.

“According to Jake, nobody will really be surprised," Sam laughed, shrugging back as she blushed. “Which I don’t understand… I didn’t think you knew I existed anymore by the time we got to high school.”

“Well I might have been an aloof douche who was only focused on baseball, but I don’t think it really was a secret that I always had a crush on you,” Chris chuckled, remembering the countless times he spent dreaming of her, never ever imagining their childhoods would lead them here, all these years later, together.

She rolled her eyes, muttering, “Apparently I was the only one who didn’t know about it.”

“Well I think I’ve made up for that now,” Chris reminded, thinking of how different their lives are now, even compared to just this past April, a mere four months ago. They were a united front, supporting each other endlessly, even if his girl was currently kicking him lightly from across the table.

“Yeah you’ve shown me plenty, bigshot," Sam muttered as she rolled her eyes, a laugh escaping her as he caught her foot between his calves.

Both brows lifted to Chris’ forehead and a quick, wide smirk spread across his lips. “I can show you more if you want,” he offered, grinning as she minutely sputtered.

“Keep it in your pants, Evans," Sam murmured, but a smirk of her own appeared as she continued, her voice low, “...At least until we get in the car.”

Chris could hear the loud voices and laughter when they climbed out of the car at the familiar lake house. He remembered spending a lot of time here in high school with virtually every party always taking place at this house and he found it a little bit ironic that a little over ten years later, he was back here for another gathering, making him feel a little bit like no time had passed at all.

But it had. A lot of time in fact, and if he could somehow travel back in time and tell his younger self he’d be back here one day with Samantha Merrick tucked against his side, he never would have believed it. He also knew that there was a time not very long ago that he couldn’t have been bothered with things like this, hanging out with people from his past. He knew that being the shortstop for the Red Sox had gone to his head in a big way, and going through his career ending injuries may have knocked him back down to size, but it was Sam who helped show him who he really was and brought out his true self.

They followed Chris’ younger siblings around the side of the house and onto the back patio, seeing all their old friends gathered around a table, Jake, Sarah, Katie, Kelsey, Rachel, Brandon, Mike, and Justin cheering as the Evans siblings and Sam made their way over, pointing them in the direction of the cooler to grab themselves a drink.

Chris was surprised at just how easy it was to fall in with the people they grew up with, seeming almost like no time had passed at all. They all caught up over dinner, finding out what everyone had been up to but as the evening grew on, they migrated down near the lake, sitting around the firepit as they started sharing old memories.

Sam reached over to the spare chair near the cooler for Chris’ black sweatshirt, pulling it over her head. Chris watched her with a faint grin on her face, seeing the way the bulky material engulfed her lanky frame, shielding her from the chill of the late summer evening. Once another beer was in hand, she made her way back over to the fire pit, plopping into his seat and curling around Chris with a content sigh, one he himself felt warm him from the inside out as his girl relaxed in his arms. He leaned his head back against the Adirondack chair, listening to the chattering before the sounds of the lake water settled in the forefront of his mind, taking his full attention. But it didn’t last long until Brandon’s shrill voice interrupted Chris’ thoughts, saying, "Last time we were all here, Merrick and Evans were making out in the kitchen.”

He felt Sam stiffen in his arms, surprise flooding his frame as well at the words. Thankfully Scott’s sarcastic voice interjected, laughing as he told Brandon, “No, I think you’re talking about tonight.”

“Oh I do remember that party! I think it was right before graduation in 2010,” Rachel recalled, and Chris’ brows furrowed at her words, trying to remember the night. Admittedly, parties at Sarah’s – or Mike’s, Rachel’s, Jake’s, and the Evans’ – house were a regular occurrence in high school, and while the alcohol had definitely been flowing, Chris couldn’t remember ever kissing Sam at one. “I just remember walking into the kitchen seeing the two of them lip locked and thought it was about time.”

Sam laughed at their words, shaking her head in a way that Chris knew meant she found the prospect unbelievable. “Shut up! We did not make out,” she stated, her arms accidentally nudging Chris as she shifted, sitting up in the chair.

He shrugged, his voice a little low as he admitted, “I mean I would have liked it.”

“You guys totally did,” Katie affirmed as she hid her smirk behind her beer bottle. Sam looked over her shoulder at Chris, raising an eyebrow in a silent question at him. He shook his head back at her and shrugged, mouthing “I don’t remember” at her before she turned back around.

Her arms crossed over her chest, over the crest of the faded Red Sox emblem. “No we didn’t. I would have remembered that,” she replied, her voice firm but her expression showing a hint of doubt as Chris leaned forwards, meeting her eyes and shrugging again.

Brandon chuckled, standing up to get another beer as he told her, “Well you both were drunk so I’m not really surprised neither can remember.”

Chris listened to the rest of their friends affirm the story, skipping over Scott and Shanna as they laughed at something quietly, asking the group, “Did we really kiss at a party? Are you sure it was us?”

“Yeah, trust me, seeing Evans with his tongue crammed down Sam’s throat wasn’t something I can easily forget,” Kelsey groaned, rolling her eyes fondly but the smile on her face said otherwise as she looked at her long-time friends sharing the chair together.

Chris’ arm wound back around Sam’s waist, pulling her against him again as he playfully muttered, in a tone loud enough for everyone else to hear, “I cannot fuckin’ believe I don’t remember that.”

“You two both were pretty wasted,” Mike sighed, leaning down to place his empty bottle in the grass before he took a beer from Brandon’s hand, quiet as the other man moved back to his seat. Mike then chuckled, shaking his head as he looked at Sam and Chris and told them, “I honestly thought you two were going to start going at it if Chris didn’t end up throwing up out on the lawn and Sam passed out on the couch.”

Chris felt the corners of his lips twitch and he pressed a kiss to the side of Sam’s face, only slightly noisily, and totally on purpose as he watched the way Sam grinned and her cheeks blushed. “Well I guess I made up for it now,” he laughed.

“I’m still not at all surprised you two ended up together," Sarah mused from her spot across the fire pit from them, her legs tucked underneath her as she watched them. She paused as the rest of their friends gave noises of affirmation and continued, “I remember earlier this year hearing that Chris was coming back to town and I knew it would only be a matter of time.”

Chris let out a loud laugh, his hand landing on his shorts as he confessed, with a large smirk, “I don’t think Sam got that memo because she pretty much hated my guts at first.”

“Well it’s not my fault you were a stuck-up asshole!” Sam protested, causing everyone to burst into laughter. He pinched her side teasingly, groaning when she jabbed a knobbly elbow into his side in retaliation.

Once the laughter had dissipated, Jake turned his attention back to the couple, asking, “How did you guys meet up again?”

Sam leaned back into Chris’ hold comfortably, playing with his fingers as she took a sip of beer before answering, “My little brother Riley was on the baseball team that Chris was coaching and he came into the diner a lot.”

“Hey speaking of that, I haven’t seen you there lately,” Justin pointed out, his brows furrowing as he thought. Chris knew it was common for Sam to run into old friends and classmates there, and she was all but the only person in town who was able to see and know practically everyone, but the sudden change in her employment status sent waves not only personally, but in the operations of the diner and it was evidently enough to notice from the other side of the counter.

Sam tensed immediately at Justin’s innocent question, hesitating slightly before sputtering, “I’m um, well… I actually–”

“Sammy’s going back to school!” Chris interrupted her excitedly, his voice rising into the loud tone that Sam – and Riley – often complained was “nearly obnoxious, Chris,” but he was too excited to share the news. “She just signed up for classes and is going to college this year.”

“Really? Sam, that’s amazing!” Jake praised, a genuine smile on everyone's faces as they congratulated her happily.

She blushed in the dim lighting, her eyes in her lap. Chris pressed a kiss to the top of her head just as she thanked them and confessed, “I’m a little nervous but also excited.”

Chris didn’t mean to monopolize the conversation but he couldn’t help but start gushing a little bit about his baby. He was so proud of her, so fucking proud. He had seen firsthand how much she had overcome in her life with absolutely no support and so getting to see all he knew she’d do with him encouraging her every bit of the way made him know, without a doubt, just how far she’d go. But that wasn’t what he was most proud of her for.

He looked around at the group surrounding him and knew that not one of them had experienced anything remotely close to what Sam had. None of them dreaded going home as a child. None of them had to go straight to work after school everyday in high school. None of them went to bed hungry. None of them had to wonder if their mother would even be at home at night let alone who she might be with. None of them had to basically become a parent at fourteen years old. None of them had so few choices and opportunities in life, living from one paycheck to the next, and yet he felt like none of them were even close to being as incredible of a person as Sammy was.

Chris didn’t feel like anyone even came close to having her wit, determination, huge heart, and genuine compassion for those around her. He was so wholeheartedly in love with everything about her and he knew that he’d take her down to a courthouse tomorrow and marry her if he could. Although Chris knew that there had been so much change in Sammy’s life especially lately, that proposing might not be the best choice in this exact moment, he knew that it was going to come soon because he simply just couldn’t wait. There was no doubt in his mind that he wanted her forever, in fact there hadn’t been any doubt in quite some time, but getting to sit around a fire pit with old friends, having Sammy practically glued to him with her arms around his waist as they curled up together in the oversized chair seemed like a pretty good trade off for the time being.

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royalwriteroftheuniverse · 1 year

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I posted 537 times in 2022

That's 537 more posts than 2021!

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My Top Posts in 2022:

Chris and I- bringing our Baby home for the first time

18+ just in case ALL FLUFF (slight mention of parent death) bringing baby home from being born choose ur own Chris (its an AU) COMMENTS & REBLOGS APPRECIATED no permission to repost republish or tralnslate.

"Chris why are you driving so slow?" I'm with our baby in the back while he's driving the Audi, (always my favorite car)

"Because"

"Yea but hon it's our private road my baby's gunna turn three before we get to the house."

"Um excuse me its our Baby"

"Sure let's just so with that." I playfully roll my eyes and see Chris pout in the rear view mirror.

"That's not funny you know how long I've wanted a family for."

"I do and I'm sorry." I pause for a few second. "Actually I'm not because you're taking forever and I am in desperate need of a bath and she is going to need to be changed soon and you should get rest. Because I am not letting her cry herself to sleep. A d-"

"You think I'd do that? Hell no."

"Good because I'm not going to be the only one getting up so if you can increase to may at least 10 miles an hour. I'd appreciate it."

"Fine. "

"Dare I even ask for 30?" I flirty teases.

"Don't push it." His lip curls a bit.

My phone dings

"Oooo"

What?

"Scott left us cheesecake in the fridge and your mother will be bringing us dinner! God I love your family."

My tears well up

"I know. I'm sorry hon. I'm sure your mother would've loved to be here but I know she's watching over us. "

"I know I just....."

"Hey it's ok you've got my family and they love you more than me so"

I laugh

"It's gunna be weird without dodger there but I can't wait until he gets to meet his baby sister." I changed the topic in a dime-I know. And I know Chris knows I did that on purpose- it's too painful to talk about right now; especially with emotions all over the place.

"I'm glad everyone understood we wanted some alone time."

"Well it was that or we leave them on a porch to freeze."

"Oh my sweet little one you have no idea how much you're loved." I caress her cheek.

"Oh she knows did you see how much she loved people. Who visited her she drank it up."

"Oh I saw. I'm glad she has a big family who loves her. She's so beautiful."

"Just like her mama."

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164 notes - Posted December 3, 2022

Morning with Stevie

All fluff to make up for the angst from Ari's story yesterday.

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The sun woke me up. My eyes fluttered to adjust to the bright lights. His arms are wrapped around me, just like how we fell asleep last night. Cuddling.

"Good morning love" a certain soilder wispered in my ear pulling me closer to him.

I sighed happily, almost giggling as he easily slid me over to him.

"Morning" I turned a bit to see his smiling face. Then I was laughing a bit.

"What."

"Your hair is all over the place soilder boy."

He just smiled. He looked so happy.

I smoothed it out a little using my fingers as a comb. I love the little boy-ish swoop his hair does.

Then I put my hand on his cheek,

"You ok?"

My thumb was rubbing his insanly smooth skin. Steve turned his head and kissed my palm.

"Yea. You know I thought I'd be nervous or sad maybe anxious but I feel happly it's like I have a whole new life to look foward to. One with you."

"Hmm. I'm proud of you. You know that right. Everything you've done, which I think you deserve to be an admiral or some stars but,"

He rolled his eyes. I tell him that every day and every day I mean it more than the last.

"Really, I'm proud. I'm serious. You deserve this and so much more."

He pulled me in even closer and kissed my head,

"I have you which is more than I deserve,"

He leaned into me ear "but all I want"

"I love you Steve."

"I love you too."

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184 notes - Posted August 29, 2022

Another Morning with Stevie

"Steve?" ( p.s. fluff warning 18+ just incase)

"Mmm" there was a humming near my ear, The likes of which put a smile on my lips. At the same time at the sound my skin was vibrating and it was comforting beyond belief. It was like I could breathe out everything and not even worry about having to breathe out any stress or anxiety for the rest of my life.

But I already knew he was there. The warmth of another body was so nice and comforting,

"Hi"

He looked so happy.

"What's got you all smiley this morning?"

"Waking up to the girl of my dreams in my arms. Getting to stay here as long as we care to and cuddle."

"No 20 minutes 50 mile run?"

"No and it's not 50 miles." He chuckles and rolled on to of me using his legs/knees to support his weight.

"I don't care. All I know is it takes you away from me. " I wrapped my arms around his neck.

"Well we don't have to worry about that anymore now do we?" His bright blue eyes showed nothing but happiness.

Well you know what we do have worry about?

What? His head straightened and his face stilled and turned serious.

"What?"

"Me being cold."

His serious face turned to worry

"You want a blanket"

"No I don't want you to move one muscle."

"Yes ma'am"

He kissed me.

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212 notes - Posted September 3, 2022

Cuddly warm morning with Steve

18+ just in case

Warning: none just fluff...unless you consider not letting Steve go a warning. No permission to post anywhere else publish or translate REBLOGS AND COMMENTS welcome

"Come on princess time to wake up." Steve said into my hair. As he snaked an arm around my waist

"You need to get up" he continued as I grumbled and did the only logical thing...

I turned my head into his chest and snuggled into him while lying on top of him that ensured he'd never wake me now. He never did when I did that. We just lied there in silence while he rubbed my back. Always. Well whenever I wanted. Or he wanted. Why would today be any diffrent?

I snuggled further into him and felt my hands fall to his side as he wrapped his arms around me the cuddly warmness is perfection that I know I could talk my way into staying all day.

And it worked...for a little bit. Next thing I remember Stevie is softly caressing my cheek with a finger to wake me up-again.

"I dontwanna" I knew I was sluring my words and I knew he was silently chuckling a little bit as his chest moved a little I dont like to be woken up. And I know I was acting like a toddler and clutching on to Stevie but I don't care. It was a mutual understanding that's how I was. And you know what- he never complained.

"Ok babe you really gotta get up"

"No"

"Ok I really gotta get up."

"No" I'm not letting him go.

"We just gunna stay here forever?"

"Yes"

"Are you ever going to say more than one syllable?"

"No."

I waited to keep up my one syllable sentences.

"Sleep."

He chuckled.

"I'm not going to win this am I?"

"No"

"Ok, ok we'll stay in bed." He said shaking his head and giving me kiss

I smiled.

"Just for today"

If that man thinks I'm ever using to let him go he has another thing comming.

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306 notes - Posted September 23, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I Just had a Baby with Chris

We all have our favorite Hollywood Chris so choose your favorite to have a child with.... at least fictional chose your favorite but I did write in Christopher Robert Evans name (I do not know him personally and this is an alternative Universe with how my version of Chris would act. )

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18+ just in case as always language, mentions of breastfeeding a baby just hours of childbirth nothing graphic fluff a tiny tiny bit of angst because someone wants to hold thier daughter while the other- oh well you'll see but totally fluff:

"Hey look its Mommy she's waking up, say hi Mommy" Chris placed a gentle kiss to to his sleepy newborn daughter and waved her tiny hand. He was walking around the room with his shirt off and the baby just in her diaper

"Honey she's 12 hours old I think the skin to skin contact is-"

"Hey," he whined "you get skin to skin"

"Well I'm breastfeeding her, its inevitable."

"Let me have her now." He moved sideways half in possession had in teasing.

"Chris she's not going to automatically because a daddys girl just cause of that."

He pouted "I can try."

I smiled it was cute he's been waiting so long for this and all he wanted was just to hold her. But I didn't want her to get cold. But I guess Chris body heat helps. I looked at the time.

"Gimmie she gunna be hungrey"

"No she's fine." He gave her a few kisses on the side of her head."

"Christopher Robert Evans are you withholding our daughter from me?"

"No I-"

"Need I remind you who spent 18 hours of labor I. Want. My. Child." I growled because oh hell no "Dont you dare-"

"Ok, ok. Look Mamas all protective she loves you so much. Daddy knows better than to say no."

"You already did now give me my child." I don't know why but at this moment I was ready to kill him.

Then she started getting fussy and the started crying within seconds.

"Sweetheart now look what you did she's crying she needs her mother."

"She needs her father too."

"Don't make me throw this tissue box. Give me my child I will not ask again." She was full on crying and I need my child I was thinking of how I could kill him and not let our baby fall to the floor.

"Ok ok" Chris handed her over.

"Hi there baby" she was still crying

"I know Daddy doesn't listen to Mommy he loves you but Mommy know when you need food doesn't she." I cooed "yea I know you're Hangrey just like Mama"

She cried harder with a higher pitch, making Chris wince,

"Just like Mama," I smiled. She is definitely my kid.

I got my chest out and arranged to hold her and within seconds she was feeding and calming down. Frankly so was I.

I looked at him with an I told you so.

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toastedkiwi · 2 years

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Chris Loves His Wife

Summary: fan interactions/witnessing how much Chris loves you.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Shy!Reader

We, at FuzzBeed, love a good man and a great husband! Chris Evans is what everyone is looking for in a man. Here’s some eye witness stories:

@/puppiesaremypassion via Tweeter Chris Evans just came into the shelter I volunteered at. One of the regular workers was helping him out and all he said was “get me the fugliest and grumpiest cat and my wife will love it more than anything in the world.” He was shown the one eyed asthmatic asshole cat that doesn’t get along with the other cats or like people except for this one kitten. He took them both home as he just couldn’t separate them 😭

@/hoeforcevans OMG my mom was telling me that this guy came into her yarn shop and bought a shit ton of yarn. Turns out it was Chris Evans and his wife knits and was running low on yarn so he got her more. He had my mom help him put the bags of yarn on his arms as he wanted to do it all in one shot to his Audi. I still can’t believe she met him!

@/bitchesbesogay fcking Chris Evans strolled into the VS I work at and knew exactly what he wanted. My coworker had to help him since we didn’t have the size up at the front for one of the teddies he was buying and I was helping someone else. —BITCH HE SPENT NEARLY $300 ON LINGERIE ON HIS WIFE! 💀💀💀💀

@/imdedoverhereee I want what Chris Evans’ wife has. I was trying on dresses for this wedding I have to go to and his wife was trying on dresses as well. Him and my grandma were chatting each other up while waiting. His wife came out before me and my grandma says he jumped up out of his seat, went to his wife, grabbed her hand, and fucking twirled her around like a Disney princess. I could hear him tell her how beautiful she looks. It happened with nearly every dress she tried on.

@/notmyfaultbitchh via Tweeter uh not Chris Evans coming into the movie theater to see a late night showing of his latest movie with his wife. They got a big thing of popcorn and got two straws for this giant icee. I’m not crying over here.

@/mylifeisalieeeeeeee my husband and I were out to breakfast on a Tuesday. Chris Evans and his wife were there. They were literally in the booth behind ours with their baby. And the conversations they were having— 🥺😭🥺😭🥺

@/donutsaremylife I used to work with Chris Evans’ wife at the same company. She was pretty shy and just wouldn’t speak much unless necessary. She also just speaks so quietly. She’d bring him to the lame ass Christmas party and she’d actually speak a little more with him around and she was a bit louder. He got her to speak more.

@/donutsaremylife continued Chris would also pick her up from work especially when the weather was bad and he dropped her off whenever he could. He brought her lunch a few times when he was in town. Sometimes they would have her lunch break in his car and you could see how brightly she smiled being with him.

@/anon1 he was out with his wife getting new clothes for her. As it was time to pay, he literally grabbed her and put her off to the side before she could pay with her credit card. He quickly shoved his credit card in and paid.

@/saltypretzelz Chris and his wife were in the Sephora I work at. She’d pick something up and read what it does or look at the color name. With lipsticks/glosses, he’d swatch it on his own arm when she wasn’t looking and take a picture with the product by it’s swatch. When she figured out what he was doing, she whispered “CHRISTOPHER!” Her and I had to team up to get the swatches off of both of his arms. I still have the photo we took together.

@/anon2 I was getting new glasses as well as his wife. She wasn’t having any luck in finding a pair she liked and the optician wasn’t pulling anything great either. Chris had been taking a call outside and stepped in to the rescue. He even sat in a backless wheelie chair and zoomed around grabbing her pairs of frames to try. He eventually found a pair worthy enough for her and he presented it to her like an offering to a god. I’m pretty sure she went with that pair but he was making her laugh and everyone around him.

@/nobody.com via Tweeter Chris traded his first class seat with me for an uncomfortable middle seat in coach so he could sit with his wife who had the window seat. I think it was a last minute trip for them and couldn’t get her to first class. When I looked at them at a later time, he was happily holding her while they watched a movie together. He was looking at her most of the time.

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probablyintensemuses · 2 years

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What To Expect When You're Not Expecting. (1)

Chris Evans x Black (pregnant) Female Reader

Summary: It's no secret that Chris wants to be a daddy. He's said it in many different interviews and blogs before. He just never expected the mother of his child to be someone he didn't know, let alone fuck.

Warnings: 18+ angst, mentions of alcohol abuse and cheating/ malpractice.

Note: If this gets a few hits and is well received I can make it a mini series. If not I'll leave it one and done.

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a month prior

Chris was getting older, there was no denying that. He was forty and still hadn’t found the ‘one,’ yet. Every relationship he had entered seemed to go in the same pattern of amazing highs and devastating lows, them all resulting in a breakup. So after much thought, he found himself jerking off over a small test tube trapping his sample inside. Hoping one day, his true love will be in possession of it and they can begin his dream—a big happy Boston family.

“We’ve put your sample in the freezer and it won’t be defrosted until we get legal confirmation from you personally.” Dr. Perez said, standing from her desk.

Chris stood up as well, holding his hand out and clasping it onto hers with a firm shake. “Thank you so much. Hopefully, that day is soon.” He smiled.

“Hopefully.” She sighed, trying not to allow her mind to wander off onto the pages of her own tragic love life.

See, Dr. Eleanor Perez and her wife Kaitlyn Perez were at faults. No fault of her own, it’s just that her wife couldn’t stop fucking cheating. Kaitlyn didn’t even have the decency not to fuck her other partners in their shared bed at their Boston home. It was becoming unbearable for Eleanor, and the only thing that was making things tolerable was the euphoric feeling she got when she finished another bottle of wine each night.

Last night was Moscato, tonight—maybe Josh, Behringer even. Whether it was red or white she just wanted to feel nothing at the end of it.

Chris walked out of the doctor's office, twirling his car keys on his fingers and unlocking his Audi, diving right into the passenger's seat. He loved the stark contrast of Boston versus the restless cities like Atlanta and L.A. Everything about Boston made him feel nostalgic and grounded—and there’s no place he’d rather been.

Chris put his car and drive and pulled out of the facility, then his mind began to wander. He was forty now and any lover he pursued would reasonably be the same age. He selfishly wanted a big family but wasn’t willing to just shack up with anyone. Chris had the vision of a big bold primary-colored relationship that would sweep him off his feet and never put him down. And he just hadn’t found that yet.

Through extensive research, he found older pregnancies were risky and if done intentionally it is better to perform in the office. So he stored his sample—he just hoped he could put it to use soon because he was craving a simple life filled with simple love.

—two weeks later—

You’d never liked the doctor's office. You’d rather be in a prison cell with Pablo Escobar taking turns drinking toilet water than end up here. Everything from the nurses, needles, and the particularly clean environment sent shivers down your spine. You wanted nothing more than to be in and out.

But today you sucked it up for your once-a-year physical, which included a pap smear, a feeling you still hated even though you’d been getting it since you were eighteen. You sat in the waiting room clutching your jacket closer to your body as the Boston fall breeze blew inside behind people as they went in and out of the building.

“Geez.’ You blew into your hands. “You’d think this place could afford heating.” You rolled your eyes feeling your phone vibrate in your lap.

Msg from Vada🐣: How’s it going? You scared yet?

Msg from Y/N: Petrified. I’m cold too. 😔

Msg from Vada 🐣: Come to my place after, I’ll warm you up with hot cocoa.

You smiled as you bit your lip typing your message to Vada.

Msg from Y/N: Stop being a better best friend than me.

Msg from Vada 🐣: You know I love competition, Y/n. Call me when it’s over.

Msg from Y/n: shut up bitch.

Msg from Vada 🐣: Call me and then I will, jerk.

You laughed shoving your phone into your purse. Most days it felt like Vada was the best thing to happen to you. she was your best friend since childhood and nothing could break you two apart, she was always there for you. Sometimes too much that it was overbearing and bothersome but with some reflecting, you wouldn’t have it any other way with anyone else.

“Y/n Y/L/n.” A nurse called, peeking her head around a heavy wooden door.

You swallowed hard, holding tightly onto your purse. “That’s me.”

“We’re ready for you.” The nurse smiled, widening the door as you walked over.

“Right.” You mumbled underneath your breath, keeping your head down.

“Alright, just head over to room number five and Dr. Eleanor will be right in.” She smiled, her eyes were wrinkled in the corner.

“Okay.” You said just above a whisper, slipping into the room.

Once the door behind you shut you let out a loud groan slipping into the cheap pink examination gown they had laid out for you. Hearing the lab desk creak at the slightest touch you climbed up onto it laying backward and scrolling on your phone hoping to desperately dissipate from this place.

You settled into a comfortable position opening Google docs and returning to one of your students essays. You worked as a high school English teacher and last week you had assigned your students to compare a modern tale rather it be from literature or pop culture to the story of Frankenstein.

You got an array of different essays, some being too bland to be the work of juniors and seniors and others making you cackle at the attempt. But one stood out in particular. Aria Evans—a junior in your A.P English class. She never seized to empress you and this essay comparing the tragic story of Joaquin Phoenix’s joker and Frankenstein almost had you falling off the lab desk at how compelling and complete it was.

Every claim had evidence to back it up, and the diction, boy was her diction strong. Her stance was firm and she supported it from thesis to conclusion.

“Wow,’ you gasped, almost laughing at how perfectly curated her work was.

“Ms. Y/n!” A voice spoke almost sending you into a frenzy.

“Huh?” You lifted up off the desk, completely unaware your doctor had been calling you for some time now.

“Am I,’ Dr. Eleanor coughed. “Am I interrupting something?” She slowly put on her gloves, her hand missing several times.

“Um, no. I’m sorry I was lost in my students work.” You said, biting your nails.

“Right.’ Dr. Eleanor slide over to you in her rolling chair. “Let’s get this show on the road.” She snapped her last glove on.

“Right.” You kissed your teeth together laying back down, hoping the process would be over shortly.

“That was quick,” Eleanor said, flicking at the syringe she held.

“What was quick?” You said, trying your best to peak down at her but you couldn’t see past your spread legs.

“Just this whole process, I thought it would at least be a year—maybe longer.” She yawned.

You grunted at the feeling of the syringe entering you. “Yeah,’ you shifted uncomfortably. “Me too.” You rolled your eyes, hating every moment of this.

“All��all set.” She slurred slightly.

“That was fast.” You sat up, clutching your bare chest.

“Yeah.’ She sniffled, tossing her gloves out. “Life usually is.”

“Yeah.” You said, watching her slumped form as she grabbed the clipboard. “I’ll send your results at the end of the month.”

“What results?” You asked, furrowing your eyebrows together.

Dr. Eleanor laughed. Looking down at her clipboard and suddenly the world around her froze. Her heart began racing and her palms began to sweat. What had she just done?

“Your um, your, pap…pap smear—your pap smear results!” She blurted out louder than intended.

You took in Dr. Eleanor’s form. She did not look alright, her skin was red and almost looked hot to touch and she was sweating profusely.

“Um, oh alright.’ You said, skeptically. “Am I good to go?” You pointed at your folded clothes.

“Yep, I’ll see you in a year!” She waved, slamming the door behind her and running to the lady's room.

Once there she pulled out a sterile syringe and filled it with warm water and made her way to room six with shaky hands. She knew she needed to stop drinking before work—if she hadn’t Chris Evan's sample wouldn’t be walking out of here inside some random woman and she wouldn’t be about to inseminate a woman with warm water instead of her Husband Chris Ellison's sample.

She was just hoping faith was on her side, along with statistics. She knew you only had about a twenty percent chance of getting pregnant and you were young, only thirty years old so there was a chance your body would reject it and you’d take it as a heavy period. God she hoped with every drunk fiber in her bones that ended up being the case.

“Alright, Ellison family.” Her voice warbled. “Are you ready for your insemination?”

—about one month later—

You were not feeling well. Everything you ate you wanted to puke up, and you were seriously starting to regret ordering that sushi takeout last night.

“Never again.” You groaned into your hands.

As the bell rung your A.P English section for juniors started to pile in. You stood up and made your way to the printer gathering your papers as you felt something wet trickle down your face.

You wiped your hand over it pulling it down and taking a look. Sweat? You thought. Why were you sweating? And profusely. You shook it off just like you wanted to do your stomach ache—but that wouldn’t go away.

“Good morning amazing people!’ You greeted your class, getting grumbles or silence in response. You were used to it at this point. “I was thinking today we could go over some SAT techniques for the English portion. I know we aren’t even into our second semester yet, but it’s always good to prepare early, right.” You took a phone from your student Hunter's hand as you walked past.

“So firstly,’ you gaged as you tried to sit in your stool in front of the class. “What you should…what you should.’ You coughed, trying to shake off the dizzy feeling and ignore the floaters that covered your vision.

You stood up from the stool immediately feeling the blood rush from your brain to the bottom of your body leaving your top half numb as your vision was cut off by enormous floaters and you fell to the floor blackness surrounding you.

“Ms. Y/L/N!” Aria shouted, holding onto you as you were passed out on the floor. “Call the front desk!” Aria told her best friend Cayley.

—

You had woken up and immediately noise surrounded your ears. You were no longer in your class room, instead you were in a hospital bed with a bandage on your forehead. Fuck what happened? You thought.

“Y/n,” Vada said, walking into the room. “Thank god.” she hugged you.

You hugged her back. “What happened?” You groaned.

“You passed out at school girl.’ Vada rubbed your back slowly. “The doctors are running some tests right now.”

“Alright.’ Both you and Vada heard a voice come into the room.“Oh hello.’ The doctor said. “Y/n, how’s your head?”

“Um. Fine I guess. Is everything alright with me?” You asked nervously.

“I would say so.’ He rolled over to you. “Blood work is excellent, except one thing we picked up.”

“What, food poisoning?” You chuckled.

“No. Pregnancy.” He said.

“What?” You laughed.

Vada gasped, looking down at you with concern.

“I’m assuming you didn’t know.’ He began.

“Didn’t know what?’ His words echoed through your ears. “I’m not pregnant!” You pleaded, looking between him and Vada as tears began to rim your eyes.

“Blood test are usually extremely accurate, so I don’t see that being possible. If you need time to process, I understand.” He said.

“Time to process what! I’m not pregnant!” You yelled as your voiced cracked. “Do another test, now!” You demanded.

“The only other test we have is a urine test. Would you like that?” He rolled his eyes slightly.

“Yeah I would!” You spat

The doctor shook his head leaving the room. And just as he left the room fell into silence, before Sebastian spoke up.

“Are you seeing someone.” Vada pushed you and spoke barely above a whisper.

“What?” You turned and looked up at her.

Vada smacked her lips and tilted her head. "Are you fucking someone?" She bit her lip doing a weird thrusting motion with her hips.

You scoffed not here for her shenanigans, as a tear fell from your eye. “No, I’m not fucking anyone! Why would you—how could you ask me that!”

“I’m just wondering.” She held her hands up. “Sorry.” She felt bad.

“What the fuck is happening Vads.’ You whimpered into your hands. “I haven’t fucked anyone in months.”

Vada’s face softened as she grabbed your small hand into hers. Vada was also a single mother and had no intentions on letting you go through this alone. “Whatever it is,’ she swiped her thumb over the pad of your hand. “We will figure it out, together.” She smiled softly.

Just then the door swung open as the doctor walked in with two cups. One filled with water and the other empty and stick in his other hand.

“Alright, drink this and pee in this.” He handed you both cups.

“Right,’ you sighed, swallowing the water and getting up to go to the bathroom.

Once you finished peeing you sat back down and the doctor took your cup dipping the stick inside.

“Pink means pregnant.” He pulled the stick out and all you saw was hot pink.

“How?” Your voice cracked. “I haven’t had sex in..in months.”

"Are you sure about that?" The doctor said, leaning into you.

"If she said she's sure, she's sure, asshat." Vada’s nostrils flared.

"Vads." You said softly, grabbing her arm to calm her down. "I...I don't know how this is possible,' You struggled to keep the tears at bay. "I haven't done anything with anyone in so long."

"Maybe it's a medical miracle." You laughed wiping off your tears. "or a hormonal thing."

"Yes, pregnancy hormones.' The doctor said. "Look I can do two things for you, I can leave a message at your gynecologist's office and set you an appointment. And,' He dug into his white coat pocket. "I can give you these." He handed you a vile of two small white pills.

"What are these?" You sniffled.

"Pills to get rid of your miracle baby, if that's your choice." He explained. "You have a few weeks to think on it, Dr. Eleanor should be calling you in a few days."

He walked near the door holding onto the handle and letting his teeth sink into his bottom lip. "Congratulations."

your eyes remained moving rapidly as you try desperately to grapple with your reality. How could be pregnant, there must have been a mistake. Your eyes watered as another tear fell from your eyes.

"Y/n, what are you thinking?" Vada said softly.

"I—nothing.' Your mouth fell open. "I'm so confused."

Vada walked around sitting in front of you, looking deep into your eyes. "I'll support you, no matter what you want to do." she smiled.

You sighed, throwing yourself into her arms. Vada was always there for you and it made your cherish your friendship with her more. "I love you, Jerk." Your mumbled into her slender shoulders.

She hugged you back, pulling you closer to her and sticking her nose into your messy curls. "I love you more, bitch."

— two weeks later—

"Now, Mr. Evans I have requested you here to own up to my mistakes.' Dr. Eleanor said, wiping her clammy hands onto her slacks and avoiding Chris's intense blue eyes.

"What mistake, doc." Chris's leg bounced up and down as he grinned his teeth.

"About two months a go—I...I um,' She coughed. "Accidentally artificially inseminated a woman with your sperm." She spat out the truth.

Chris's ears began to ring and his eyes went wide. "What.' His voice cracked. "Did you just.' He paused, hyperventilating. "Fucking say."

Dr. Eleanor bit the inside of her lip squeezing her eyes shut, wishing it wasn't real. Wishing she hadn't been drunk or that she had payed more attention to her call sheet.

"In—initially I thought I had no reason to tell you. There was only a twenty percent chance she'd get pregnant.' She swallowed hard. "But she did, so."

Chris's back sunk into his seat as his nostrils flared. "She did what?" He knew what it was but he wanted her to say the words.

"She um.' Eleanor hung her head low. "She's pregnant."

Chris slapped his hand on the desk, standing from his seat. "who is she?" Dr. Eleanor jumped back. "Huh?" His Boston accent breaking through.

"I can't tell you that. Legally." Dr. Eleanors voice shook.

Chris rolled his eyes, his hands folding into a fist. "But you could legally get someone pregnant by my sperm! Someone I don't even know!' His blood began boiling by the second. "Someone I don't even trust, someone whose the very reason I came to you!" He yelled.

"You know what," He sucked in a deep breath. "We're done here." He walked towards the door. "You'll be hearing from my lawyers." He slammed the door behind himself.

"Stupid fuck." He spoke to himself as he pulled his phone to his ear. "Yeah, I need your help finding someone—but I don't know where to start."

It took a whole week for his team to find you but they did. Y/N Y/L/N. You were an English teacher at miller high school right here in Chris’s hometown. He had also found out you taught his niece Aria which didn’t help him. At all.

He’d wanted to approach you, get a feel for you. But what would he even say. ‘Hey I’m the guy your pregnant by.’

“We have to be smart about this Chris.’ His manager said to him, fluffing out his hair in the mirror. “You can’t just walk up to the girl and say ‘I’m your baby daddy, oh and by the way my name is Chris Evans and I’m a huge celebrity.” She flailed her arms about.

“I’m not gonna do that. I just want a conversation.” Chris said. “I want to talk to her, see if she’s even still pregnant.”

“And if she’s not?”

Chris sighed. “Then we put it behind us.”

His manager folded her arms, staring at him. “You want this baby, don’t you?” She asked.

“What I want, is to meet her.” Chris tapped danced around this question.

“And you will, just in the right way.’ She said. “I can’t have her leaking this to the press and spinning the story. We’ll right up a contract and give her some hush money.”

“Maybe she won’t say anything.” Chris gave you the benefit of doubt.

His manager scoffed. “Chris, baby. Do you realize who you are? You can look up your net worth online she’ll definitely talk.”

“Well how do I meet her?’ He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“We will find her and set up a meeting, if and only if she signs the contract.”

“And if she doesn’t?” Chris asked.

“Then I guess you won’t be a daddy, now will you.” She tapped his nose with her manicured finger tip.

Chris grabbed her arm. “You can’t do that, it’s not fair to me. or her.”

“Release my Prada.’ She said, feeling Chris loosen his grip. “I’m doing this for you, and your safety.”

“Is this what my protection is going to feel like, hm? Guilt.”

“Don’t worry, she’ll sign. I promise.”

—

The day had ended and it was a miserable one. You couldn’t keep anything down and your head pounded each time the bell rung. All you wanted to do was go home and kick your feet up and sip on some ginger tea.

You packed your bag slowly as a soft knock against your classroom door caught your attention. You turned around furrowing your eyebrows as a women in a pants suit and a man with a briefcase stood at the arch of your doorway.

“Can I help you?” You pushed a curl behind your ear.

“No, but we can help each other.” The woman spoke. “I’m particularly interested in you and the baby you’re carrying, and so is my client.”

You gasped, holding your stomach. “What—who, what do you want.” You said, shielding the thing you currently held in you stomach.

“My client wants to meet you, but I’m not letting that happen until you sign these papers.” She said with a straight face, putting a stack of papers and a pen in-front of you.

“Whose your client?’ You grumbled, looking at the papers.

“Sign and I’ll tell you.”

“Tell me and I’ll sign.”

She laughed, looking you up and down. “You’re a little minx, aren’t you?”

“Who is he?” You pressed further.

She looked down racking through the stack until she found her golden ticket. “Sign this and I’ll tell you, I promise.”

You looked her up and down not knowing if you should trust her. Whoever her client was he had to be big time, and you hoped he wasn’t a mafia boss. You took the pen in your hand hesitantly signing the dotted line.

“Good girl.’ She smiled. “Just letting you know that was an non disclosure agreement and if you speak anything of your pregnancy or who the father is we will hunt your ass down.’ She smiled. “And by we, I mean him.” She pointed to the large man besides her.

Your breathing hitched. “Who, is, he.” You said breathlessly.

“Ever heard of Chris Evans.”

Your eyes clutched together, the name was eerily familiar and you just wish you had a face to match.

“Um I think so, I’m just trying to recall what he looks like.” You said, pulling at your hair.

The woman looked you up and down, clearly not believing you had no clue who Chris was.

“I find that hard to believe.” She snorted. “Meet us at the address Saturday morning, he wants to meet you.”

You picked up the small piece of paper with an address on it. “Fuck.” You whispered.

What the hell were you in for.

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ramp-it-up · 3 years

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Prelude to a Kiss

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. RPF. Read at your own risk.

SMUT, angst, fluff. Airplanes, inlaws, graphic descriptions of car sex, cum play, oral (female recieving) wet dreams, fingering, piercings, drinking, cursing, toxic man, one punch man Chris, Princess behavior.

A/N: The Wedding of is almost here! This is the sequel to Mr. Evans, and comes chronologically before Anything and Everything. Part III of this will be The Princess and Mr. Evans. Hope you like it. Not Beta’d. All errors my own. Divider by @firefly-graphics

It was going to be a simple, yet extravagant affair.

Yes, you and Chris planned the wedding, the menu, the venue and the seating, but you had some special surprises in store for him. He treated you like a princess; you wanted to show him that he was your prince.

This morning, you were meeting Chris and fam at the airport for the flight to St. Lucia, the location of your wedding. There were only four days days until you became Mrs. Evans.

Two weeks earlier, you and Chris had promised not to touch each other until your wedding night. But you broke that promise. Many times. You’d decided that this morning was the start of a hard line of abstinence for the next four days until the wedding.

Your driver dropped you right off on the tarmac of a private hangar, off a small road near the airport. Chris was standing just outside what looked like a small glass enclosed waiting area.

You two didn’t care for the world to know that you and Chris were head over heels for each other, but cherished your privacy.

Fuck the haters. And the nosy bitches.

Chris looked good as fuck. You sighed at the sight of him and couldn’t believe your good fortune. Who would have thought a graduate school research project would lead here?

Chris was at the door before the driver could get out. He held out his hand for you, ever the gentleman.

“Hi.”

You stepped out and smiled up at him, wide eyed and innocent, like your face hadn’t been covered in his cum just hours before in the backseat of your Jaguar SUV which was parked in your mother’s driveway.

He’d used his shirt to clean you off and he had to drive home shirtless. The way that set you off again was the shit. Chris lost his breath for a moment at the memory. He cleared his throat.

“Hi.”

Chris beamed down at you serenely, as if he hadn’t whined like a little bitch just a few hours earlier when you rode his dick like a fucking cowgirl after you climbed back in the window of the driver’s seat of his Audi.

Needless to say, both cars were getting detailed while you were away.

It was hilarious that you staying at your mother’s had only served to make you fuck harder, faster, better. Mr. Evans was putting it down. And it was because you and Chris trying to stay apart only drew you together more.

You swore you could stop any time; Chris said he didn’t see the need to stop. However, for some crazy reason, it was important to you.

After greeting him, you gave Chris a hug, wrapping your arms around him inside his red, white, and blue Moncler jacket, and inhaling his scent.

Tom Ford. Your favorite. You closed your eyes and listened to his heartbeat. It was loud and strong and steady.

Chris held you, cherishing your warmth. With you, his anxiety was gone, and he was simply sure. Of you, of himself. Of everything.

He just wanted to whisk you away and marry you on a deserted island and spend eternity there with you. But he also wanted to celebrate your love with family and friends and loud music and booze.

So it was decided. He would whisk you away to St. Lucia, but with some family and friends and have a honeymoon on a smaller, private island.

101 guests were meeting you and Chris in St Lucia to celebrate your wedding to your soulmate. The guests thought they were going to celebrate the beginning of summer with a special celebration, sponsored by Disney.

What they didn’t know is they would be celebrating your marriage to Chris. Despite that, it was a miracle that the exact date and location of your wedding had not gotten out. But everything was coming together perfectly.

So far, the hardest part of wedding planning was the delusion that you and he would abstain.

Every time you told Chris ‘No’ made him come after you that much harder. He wasn’t exactly doing it on purpose. His cock had one goal, to be inside your pussy. And she fully agreed.

You were disappointed in yourself for not having more will power so close to your wedding, but thrilled, because this was some of the best sex of your life.

Boarding the plane this morning was supposed to be the line of demarcation.

“Okay, so no more sex until the wedding night, Saturday. Only four days.”

You were straightening Chris’s jacket and avoiding his eyes. Because he was a demon.

A Sex demon.

He laughed at you.

“Okay.”

His tone indicated that he didn’t believe a word you said. Your eyes snapped to his, and he smirked, knowing that his comment would lead you to challenge him and finally look at him. Fuck. You fell for it too.

He leaned toward you and turned his head slightly to nuzzle your ear.

“You mean to tell me that I can’t feel my wet, tight pussy for four days?”

You gulped as his breath fanned your neck. He was correct about the status of your body. You were soaked and clenching around air.

“N-no. I mean yes!” He had you caught up.

He held up his large hand and wiggled his long, thick fingers.

“I can’t even touch it? Fuck you with my hand? Circle your clit with your own wetness on my fingers….or with my tongue?” He gave your neck a tiny kitten lick, so you would remember just how it felt.

“Fuck... “ You stared at his hand and had to catch your breath. “I mean. No, fuck. No fuckING. Of any kind. Manual or oral included.” You wanted to include his words with that, but this was kind of dope.

He picked an imaginary piece of lint from your matching Montcler jacket, electricity shooting from his fingertips through the material.

“Alright. Just remember, I’m going to tear that ass up after the wedding.”

He smiled sweetly and gave you a chaste kiss on the lips, which left you dripping and wanting more. You looked up at him, a silent question behind your eyes. Chris read you like a book.

“I promise, Princess.”

This moment felt like one of those movie scenes where the camera was spinning around you two and there was nothing in the world except you and your man. You were trapped in his eyes and in your vibe with him, panting slightly with desire as Chris smirked down at you.

But the fact that Scott was busy running around you with his camera filming you two kind of ruined the vibe.

“Don’t post that until after the wedding, Scott,” Chris told his brother, never tearing his eyes away from you. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Scott stop, put his camera down, and mumble something about Chris being a killjoy.

You giggled, flirting with your fiancé.

Suddenly, Chris straightened up and stepped back a bit, turning to greet both of your mothers. You gave him a side eye as he played innocent. Such an actor.

Chris stared at you across the aisle from him, your leather captain’s chair reclined. Your shoes were off and your feet were tucked beneath you and the Cinderella blanket you’d brought with you.

You had your earpods in and were staring out of the window, appearing reflective and peaceful. And always beautiful. He could look at you for hours. He didn’t realize that he had a small smile on his face as he watched you.

“She’s the one. You should marry her.”

Chris was snapped out of his trance. He looked to his left and into the face of his mother. He laughed at her.

“Sounds like a good idea, what about Friday?” Lisa laughed with her son.

“I’ve never seen you look at anybody like that. She makes you happy. I can tell. I’m glad you’re marrying her. It’s the right thing. I’m so happy for you Chris. You make me proud every day.”

Chris swallowed the lump in his throat. “Thanks, Ma. That means a lot.”

You looked over at Chris and his mother and smiled. You liked Lisa. A lot. And she was so kind to you. Chris caught your eye and winked. Your stomach tumbled a bit and you blushed. You wondered if that would ever end.

The private jet had been chartered by Chris to bring the wedding party down to St. Lucia, the location for your wedding.

It was to be a relatively small affair, but you went all out with your taste, which was always posh. There was going to be a wardrobe change for both of you and big surprises for Chris.

Everyone else was asleep, your mother in the small bedroom at the end of the cabin, which was her usual diva behavior, but a good thing because it meant you and Chris would stay out of it.

These last few days would be hard, but you were adamant, for the sake of your wedding night. You tried hard to not eye fuck your husband to be with his mother sitting right next to him.

Lisa stood up, stretched and went to the restroom.

“What are you smiling at?”

You knew Chris was watching you, but you hadn’t said anything in front of his mother.

“My future wife.” His smile was warm and genuine. You melted.

“Awww. Your game is great babe. But you got me. Look at this rock!”

You held your hand up next to your face and blinded him with your smile.

“Stunning.”

His eyes were full of emotion and the true sentiment of the word made you blush. You cleared your throat and stretched out on the seat.

You stick your tongue out at him.

“Don’t get all mushy on me. I’m hungry. What should they have to eat on this thing?”

An hour more into the flight, Chris’s ocean eyes peered at you over the Cinderella blanket. The rest of his face and mouth was covered. His headphones were in and he’d called you even though you were sitting right across from him.

“That’s it Princess. I want you to know that I’m tugging on my cock right now. It’s so fucking hard. And I’m leaking, too.”

You cleared your throat to cover a moan. Chris’s thick dick was your favorite thing in the world.

You looked around the plane. His mother had moved and was now sitting next to Scott and Chris’ sisters, talking. No one else was paying any attention to you two.

“What do you want me to do?”

Fuck. Your clit was pounding, and your hand was at your mouth tracing your own lips as you looked out of the window and replied on your phone.

“I want you to stop, Christopher.”

Chris groaned.

“Me too, Princess. I want to stop jacking off and for you to climb on and let me fuck that beautiful little, tight little, wet little, tasty little cunt of yours. Should I eat you out before or after?”

“Mr. Evans, you’re so fucking nasty!”

You stood up, pulled the blanket back and uncovered his delicious looking cock. You licked your lips, turned around and put your ass in his face, slowly pulling down your tracksuit pants and panties.

“Holy shit that’s amazing.”

Chris pulled your ass back to his face and he began sucking your clit between his lips loudly. Your head fell forward into your seat, so you couldn’t see if anyone else noticed. It didn’t really matter, because the most important thing in the world was what that mouth was doing.

You woke up as your head fell from your hand. Disoriented, you looked over at Chris who was reading a book. You’d been dreaming. You shook your head and tried to play it off as you wiped your mouth.

“You ok?”

Chris was smiling at you when you looked back over.

“Nice dream?” He licked his lips and raised his eyebrow. You just stared at him. How did he know?

“You were making some interesting sounds. Moaning, names spilling from your lips.”

As he said that, he licked his own. You fully understood the meaning of the term, “heart throb.”

You raised your eyebrow at him. “Oh?”

You lowered the blanket that was pulled up over your chest and stretched, noticing that his eyes were roaming over what he could see of your body.

“What names was I saying?”

“Well.. at first you said, ‘Christoper,’ then later on you said ‘Mr. Evans.’”

You dared to keep eye contact with him although your body temperature was rising.

“What were you dreaming about, Princess?” The timbre of his voice got you. You played it off with a smile.

“I think you can guess. Mr. Evans.”

“Fuck, Princess. Call me Chris. That is, if you want that pussy to make it un-fucked for four days. I’m thinking about taking you right now on this plane.”

When he said that, and your smile widened, he realized what you’d been dreaming about and he grinned too. Chris’s eyes darkened and he moved to sit next to you. You instinctively pulled the blanket up to your chin, anticipating what he was going to do to you.

Chris reached over and under the blanket, tipping your head up with his fingers. He gave you a chaste kiss on the lips, and pulled back when you opened your mouth for more. He gazed at you, mouth open and eyes closed and blood flowed to his cock. But he stayed strong.

“You’re lucky the fam is right over there, Princess. And that we only have four days.”

You opened your eyes and stared at Chris. That annoying twinge in your back was back. You wanted your future husband to blow it out, but you tried to be strong as well.

“What are y’all doing over there??” Scott. Ever the instigator.

“Nothing, asswipe. Leave us alone. We’re just talking about the wedding.” You and Chris smiled at each other.

“Hmmmm, I bet. Talking about after the wedding, most likely.”

You laughed as Chris flipped his brother off over the seat.

New traditions, that’s what you and Chris gave to each other for wedding gifts.

When you’d landed in St. Lucia, everyone went to their separate rooms,then you met him in the lobby and pulled him into a room off the ballroom of the resort and gave Chris a printed itinerary of the week.

Although he’d been heavily involved in the planning, you managed to keep some surprises to yourself.

The itinerary was the first surprise and the first part of your gift to him, a Disney themed wedding week, complete with an Avengers Assemble mixer, Finding Nemo snorkeling, an Up The Mountain hike to the waterfall and Alice in Wonderland’s Mad Hatter’s Bridal Tea.

Chris read the itinerary and smiled, his brow furrowed with that cute little confused look he got when he didn’t quite understand.

“Wait… Avengers Assemble?”

He looked at you, puzzled because all of his castmates had said they couldn’t make it for the wedding.

“Never mind that, let’s get you a drink.”

You led him through the doors of one of the resort bars and heard a rousing chorus of “Surprise!” When you two entered the room. All of his buddies were there, the friends that he had made filming over the past ten years.

“Ahhhhh!”

Chris screamed and immediately ran to Seb and Anthony, and was surrounded by everyone else. He ran back out to get you and pulled you in the group hug and started introducing you around to those you didn’t already know.

Whether you knew them well or not, you had already charmed and impressed them all with your thoughtfulness and care of Chris. You’d earned the blessings of the Avengers.

That night, you got blasted with Liz, Danai, and Nicey. You told them about your pledge to stay away from Chris’s dick for four days and they vowed to help you. Y’all were four shots deep at this point, but it was legit.

You all left the hotel bar and went cruising down the main drag of St. Lucia, which happened to be the street the hotel was on. They regaled you with stories of Chris’s conquests over the years, which made you laugh a little, and jealous a lot.

The alcohol was not helping you to see the reality that you were here to marry him, and that he was done with all that.

It took a while for Chris to notice that you all were gone. But when he did, he grew worried. The bartender told him you were all together, but none of you were answering your phones.

Chris was about to tear his hair out. The flight to St. Lucia was hard for him. Literally. But when he got to the island and started partying with his friends, he relaxed into the good time. Now you had up and disappeared.

He was more than a little irritated.

Of course you weren’t in the first bar. Chris got progressively more swole as he went to three different bars. He also got more worried.

He walked into the fourth place and spotted you right away. You all were on the dance floor dancing with some dude with drinks in your hands. The dude was in heaven, surrounded by the beautiful ladies, but Chris could tell you were faded as fuck.

The dude was getting very familiar with you especially, and Chris took a deep breath as he approached.

You smiled wide when he walked up to the group.

“Heyyyy! My guy! What upppppp!?!?!?”

You were just outright wasted.

“Long time no see! C’mon, let’s have some fun! Turn up!”

You were still dancing as you said it. The dude ignored Chris, drunk himself, and started grinding on you though the song was a fast one. You grimaced and squirmed away from him.

Chris was fired up, but tried to keep a level head. He stepped in between you two.

“Touch her again and I break your hands.”

He did not need the headlines, but he was seeing red. He looked over at you.

“Let’s go.”

“What the fuck?” “Whyyyyy?” “You always spoil the fun!” “Party pooper.”

You, Danai, Nicey, and Liz all responded to Chris at the same time. And you all continued to dance.

The dude looked up at Chris, faint recognition on his face.

“Yeah, fuck off, you Thor lookin’ mutherfucker.”

You all started dying laughing at the mis-identification. But then you thought about it and stopped moving. Now you were heated.

“Hey, don’t talk that way to him. He’s not Thor. He’s America’s Ass. Look.”

You pointed your drink at Chris’s ass, then the dude. Then you wanted reconciliation. You took a sip of what you had in your hand as you motioned for them to talk.

“Enough!”

Chris was done with you. “You guys can stay here if you want, but I suggest you come with us. It’s probably safer that way.”

“Aye, aye Captain,” Liz said in her Sokovian accent, and saluted. Chris rolled his eyes.

Chris grabbed your arm and started pulling you to the door as you raised it to drink. You jerked away, causing the drink to fly into the dude's face. He was pissed. He came at you.

Chris pushed you to the side and cold cocked the dude straight in the jaw. Dude was so faded that he went straight to the ground, out cold.

The other ladies stopped laughing and started to leave the establishment.

You just stared down at the guy and started laughing. Chris grabbed your arm once more and moved to leave again.

You shook him off and tried to walk toward the bar.

“You made me spill my drink.”

“If you don’t get your ass over here right now...”

Chris was steaming. He couldn’t believe that he was standing on a tropical island arguing with you. This was not how this was supposed to go.

You laughed. “You don’t tell me what do to yet, Mr. Evans” You smirked at him.

So this was what this was about. You stood there and stared each other down, tension and sex flying between you. Chris felt like fucking you at that moment to prove you wrong.

All of a sudden, Chris swooped down, grabbed you by your legs and picked you up over his shoulder. You were kicking and screaming the whole way.

“Put me the fuck down. Christopher!!” Your shoes came off as you fought for control of your location.

“You are making me lose my shoes!” You were an angry drunk at that moment.

“We’ll get you some new ones. Calm the fuck down. “

“Put me down, I’ll walk.” You stopped fighting.

At this point, you were just about 50 yards from the hotel entrance, Danai, Liz and Nicey had already entered and gone up to their rooms. Chris stopped and dropped you. You went back a little bit and got your shoes, Chris ready to grab you again in case you went the other way.

Instead, you headed for the hotel, walking as if you were alone, trying to ignore Chris.

“I need a drink.”

“Seems like you’ve had enough already.”

You shot him a look then continued to walk.

Chris glared back, then gave you a little side smile as he saw the look in your eyes. You were so fucking sexy when you were pissed. But you were blasted. And you had this stupid agreement going. He bit his bottom lip.

You reached the door of your suite. Chris was staying in a bungalow outside of the main building. You figured separation was the best policy, not that it had worked until now.

"I'll make sure you get in ok. Don't want you going back out tonight. I'll tuck you in." He motioned for you to open the door.

New mood. You smiled and turned around to open the door, then looked back over your shoulder.

"What was that? You said you’d TUCK me in?"

Chris just laughed at you and shook his head as they went into your room.

Chris went to the mini bar and got out a bottle of water for you.

“Drink. It’ll be better in the morning.”

You saluted and said “Aye aye Captain,” mimicking Liz’s accent form earlier.

Chris laughed at you again. He was thinking that there was one way he could guarantee that you would stay in your room for the night, but.... Nah.

You went into the bedroom without a word, and no goodbye. Chris stood there for a minute unsure of what to do. When he finally went in, you weren’t there either. He was checking out the room as you came out of the bathroom in a tank top and panties. His heart stopped. Damn.

“Let’s talk for a while. Catch up on our evenings…” You were grinning your mischievous grin at him.

“Cool,” he responded. This would be easy.

Chris watched as you turned around, making sure he got a good view of your ass in the black boy shorts as you climbed on the bed.

“Hey! You wanna see my new piercing? I got it tonight.”

Chris flushed and looked at your face and ears. He didn’t see any extra piercings there.

“You have a new piercing? That was quick. Where is it?”

He was almost afraid to ask the question.

You leaned back on your elbows, looking so ready for him. Chris put his hands in his pockets to help disguise the boner he was getting.

“You’ll have to guess. It’s covered up right now.” You smiled wider at him.

“Okay?….”

Chris’ eyes skimmed your body in the tank and panties again, stopping at each of your erect nipples, which would be fun, down to your belly button, which was covered with extra material from the tank top and then to your boy shorts.

If you had a clit piercing, it was game over, you would win because he would have to try that shit out. Now. His fingers were itching to explore.

“You wanna find it yourself?” You smiled at Chris. “Some areas you would inspect might be a little slippery.”

Your fiancé moaned involuntarily and played it off with a cough. You laughed.

“Why don’t you explore for me?”

His voice was deeper now. Chris was loving this. He sat down next to you on the bed.

You held up your fingers and wiggled them. “Just tell me where to go.”

“Is it one of your nipples?” Chris’ eyes were riveted.

“Hmmmm, I don’t know.” Your hands went to your breasts over the ribbed material of the tank top. You watched him watch you feel, then pull your nipples through the material. You had to part your lips to breathe.

“No, not on either one. Let me check again.” This time your voice was husky as you repeated the process.

Chris was really enjoying this.

“You know, they say that the clit piercings can be very, um, how shall I say it. Useful.”

His evil grin was appearing.

You grinned wider in response and slowly moved your right hand down into your panties. You looked up and stuck your tongue out like you were really exploring. You were so friggin cute to Chris. And so fucking sexy.

Soon, your expression changed from amusement to pure sex. Chris watching you was hot. You threw your head back and moaned.

“I-I don’t know. I can’t find it. Might. Need. Help.”

You were going for the gold. You took your hand out and grabbed his. You led it to your panties. Chris slowly began to trace your pussy over the fabric. It felt so warm and so inviting.

“Does this taste like there is a piercing there?”

You looked into Chris’ eyes as you stuck your fingers in his mouth. He closed his eyes as he tasted you. Delicious. He began to feel around your panties as he licked your hand.

You pressed back against his fingers, very much in need.

“Mmmmmm. You know, I can’t tell, let me get closer.”

He slipped his beefy fingers inside of your boy shorts and moaned at the obvious effect on you. You felt so good, so nice and slick and here for him. All he had to do was…fuck the agreement. His fingers did their magic as you lay back on the bed, totally under his control.

Chris watched the most beautiful woman in the world cum as a result of what he was doing and had to take a deep breath in order to restrain himself. The game wasn’t going to be over this soon.

As soon as he felt your pulses slow down, he took his hand out and licked his own fingers. You convulsed again as you watched him.

When he was done with his snack, he put his hand on your belly and pulled up your tank top, so that the bottom of your breasts were showing. Your nipples were rock hard.

Chris took in the rod in your belly button with a diamond stud at the end.

“Nice. I’m glad we finally found it.”

He was chuckling as you stretched, satisfied for the moment. You turned around and pulled the covers over you, still a little tipsy and very sleepy.

Your eyes peeked out of the covers that you had pulled up almost over your head.

“Will you stay with me tonight?” You didn’t care about old wives tales right now. You needed Chris with you. “Just for a little while?”

Your voice was so small, and your eyes were so wide that of course Chris couldn’t resist you. He climbed into your bed fully dressed.

“Of course, Princess. But only until you fall asleep.”

You were already snoring as Chris pulled you to him, kissed your forehead and held you tight.

Seems like this will be a long four days! Will they make it? Please comment, like and reblog.

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ozarkthedog · 3 years

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I don’t know why but Chris Evans driving an Audi is just super fucking sexy, idk if you do, but can you do a Drabble of having car sex with Chris in his Audi 😅

Smut & Fluff? Now that's my kinda long drabble. xx

Chris Evans x F!Reader; 18+ only. Smut. Car Sex. RPF.

It was rushed, cramped and in the driveway of his childhood home but neither of you cared. All that mattered was the two of you were finally alone.

Chris being home for the holiday season was lovely but it also meant everyone wanted a piece of him.

Hurried hips jarred together painfully in the tight space of Chris's black Audi as he drove his girth into your sopping heat. Your back arched over the steering wheel allowing Chris to latch his mouth onto your perky nubs.

Fog painted the windows of the car leaving a thin veil of privacy as you felt one another for the first time in what felt like ages.

“Come, Sweetheart, Come. I need to feel your sweet cunt milk me.” His voice falters, so close to hitting his peak as he holds back wanting to watch you careen over the edge first.

Your nails scrape the back of his neck as you ignite with a ragged scream, dragging him along with you. You exchange breathy kisses before sliding from his lap and you both adjust your clothing to look presentable.

“Well, I guess we should go in.” Chris says with a soft smile as he rubs his knuckles over your cheekbone. He can sense your reluctance about the party. “Don’t worry, I’ll circle the room twice and then we’re out.”

Your face brightens at the notion that you won’t be stuck for hours at another get together.

“I’ll be damned if I’m kept from you any longer.” He says, pulling you into a fiery kiss once more.

#chris evans #chris evans x reader #chris evans imagine #chris evans smut #chris evans drabble #ozzie writes

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bucksfucks · 2 years

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keep forgetting chris evans is rich smh 🙄 anyways imagine fucking him in his expensive ass audi…except make it actress!reader x chris evans 😩

#talks with nora ꨄ #chris evans

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afriendlyblackhottie · 3 years

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P*$$Y Fairy

Summary: you and Chris just like to enjoy each other’s company away from LA sometimes. Part 2 of Risk.

Pairings: Chris Evans x black!popstar!reader

Warnings: Smut, fluff, daddy kink, oral sex (female receiving), weed use

Ask 1: um i just found out that chris evans used to smoke weed 😳 but like the sex tho?? 😩😩😩

Ask 2: how are black!popstar!reader and Chris Evans doing because I loved that one

(A/N: this is like four WIPs combined into one because that second ask really helped me figure out what direction to take the first one in because for some reason I was str.ugg.ling. Apparently all the ideas I had were meant for Chris and black!popstar. Based on P*$$Y Fairy by Jhené Aiko and Positions by Ariana Grande. I also listened to the whole Confessions album while writing this because I don’t care that it came out when I was 11 it’s still so good. Anyway, reblog always 💜 ✌🏾)

Tagging: @titty-teetee @iam-laiya @zaddychris @hqneyyincc @mariahthelioness29 @olyvoyl @liquorlaughslove @harrysthiccthighss @donutloverxo @queenoftheworldisdead @whiskey-cokenfanfic @night-of-the-living-shred @buckyownsmylife @blackmissfrizzle @fullofmelaninsarcasmandepression (Just tagging people I know that read the last one)

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Things were hectic for sure. You had your career and he had his. Yet the romance was still enough to where you got swept up in. You felt like you were living in an old movie. He was always sending you flowers. When you couldn’t see each other he’d send you cute texts like they were love notes.

No one knew about what was going on, though. Sure everyone had fun on Twitter for a few days, but it quickly became yesterday’s news when everyone thought that was it. You’d sworn to secrecy to the point where your friends had no clue who your mystery man was. When anyone would ask you who sent the flowers you’d just shrug. Even on the card he’d sign with his middle name instead of his first.

He wanted to keep you to himself and vice versa. Like you were each other’s dirty little secret. It didn’t matter that everyone saw the chemistry between you. You like sneaking around with him when the both of you were in town. Sometimes even escaping the craziness of LA to just be together.

Like right now. It was stupid maybe. Everyone was bound to be worried because this was last minute and you’d left your phone at home and yet it still sounded like the best idea ever. You’d been so stressed about your newest album when he’d asked you to go away with him. You weren’t going to turn spending the weekend with him down over stressing and arguing with your producers.

As you laid in bed tangled in the sheets beside him it felt so worth it. The polaroid camera you’d picked up flashed as he took another picture of you as you let out another puff of smoke, you giggled throwing your head back making him do another one. “I think this one is my favorite,” he said, looking down at it with a smile on his face.

You raised up letting the sheet fall from around your breasts so you could look at it. “I love it,” you said, resting your chin on his bicep. He kissed your forehead before moving his lips to yours. He pushed you onto your back getting on top of you, tickling you at the same time until you were giggling again.

“Stop!” You tried to push his hands away still laughing as he took the blunt from your hand flipping over so he was beside you.

You rolled over so you were nestled into him. He was letting his hair grow out for a movie. He looked so damn good with that beard and that hair. You kissed his shoulder needing to feel him against your lips. He shivered looking at you before turning his head so you could kiss him.

He grabbed your hips so he could pull you on top of him. The way he was touching you, made your skin prickle. Your breathing heavy from how intense it felt to have him this close. Your head felt overwhelmed from all the sensations yet somehow it was like it wasn’t enough.

You laid on top of him. Enjoying the feeling of his chest moving up and down against yours. You bit your bottom lip feeling like you could fall asleep like this. He kissed your forehead again before peering up at him through heavy lidded eyes.

You don’t know you let out another giggle before kissing him. Were his lips always this soft. Yet his beard scratched against your skin. It felt so warm and inviting. Probably why you deepened it.

He wrapped his arms around your waist as you got better situated to straddled against his abs. He traced patterns into your skin with his fingertips. The soft lightening of the room only making you feel deeper into this haze you were in.

“I love you,” he mumbled.

“Yeah?” You asked him with a lazy smile spreading across your face.

He nodded, sitting up making you sit with your ass against his suddenly growing dick. “Yeah,” he breathed, looking down at your lips before nuzzling your face.

“I love you, too,” you replied, you put your head on his shoulder needing to feel him as close as possible. It never felt like it was enough.

All the flirting you’d done at that interview and this is how you’d ended up a few months later. Heads in the cloud in love. You never wanted to come down. When it was like this, it felt like nothing else even existed.

“Fuck that sounds so pretty,” he said, he smiled against your temple. “You’re so goddamn pretty, Baby. Prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

You started kissing again except this time he sank you down on his dick. Making you feel so full you thought you might actually explode. He still had the blunt in his hand even as he helped you ride him, through no longer lit.

Your nipples were aching for his lips, but you were too lost to ask him to pay attention of them. His deep breaths tickling your neck yet making you feel more tingly. It was like you couldn’t think anymore. Just feel. Feel how good he always did you.

Combing his soft hair with your fingers. Tugging on the ends every time he went a little too deep. He was already stretching you out so good. It didn’t make sense how deep he got inside of you.

“Daddy,” you whimpered.

“That’s my girl,” he panted. “Yeah you like Daddy’s dick, huh, Y/N?”

You nodded. “Uh huh.”

“You love me?” He asked bouncing you up and down on top of him.

You nodded this whimper coming out of your mouth. Fuck you were getting so close. He was making you feel so good. You don’t think you ever felt like this before.

“Say it,” he demanded, moving you so you had to look in his eyes.

“I love you.” As your pussy clamped around him he forced you up and down his cock. “Fuck,” you cried, “I love you.”

“That’s my girl,” he said grabbing you so he could put you down on your back. He fully put out the blunt in the astray on the nightstand. He climbed back on top of you, spreading your legs out so wide as he started licking your pussy.

You gasped running your hands through his hair. “Fuck,” you repeated quivering as he tongue fucked you. The grip on the back of your thighs so strong as he had them in the air. His beard burning into your thighs.

“Oh, my god- Daddy!” You gasped as another orgasm creeped onto you. He was quick to move up so he could use that time to push into you. Moving his hips so he was deliberately brushing into your spot.

It was already too much. Why did he have to be doing this to you. “So good for me,” he whispered in your ear. “My girl, huh. No one else’s.”

“Never.” You tilted your head back and be took advantage, kissing prepping your throat with kisses. Then wrapping his hand around your throat gently.

“Love you so much,” he said, before finally bathing your tits in attention as if he was reading your mind. His mouth hitting this spot you’d desperately needed to be touched.

“I’m gonna,” you squeaked out like a warning, “I’m gonna cum.”

“That’s okay, Baby,” he panted. “Cum for me. Don’t you ever not cum for me.”

You started to nod when you felt it. Starting deep in your abdomen before spreading with this warmth over your lower half at the same time that this tingle sparked all over. It felt like you could turn inside out. Or like if he wasn’t on top of you, you might float away.

“That’s it.” He smiled lazily taking in how pretty you looked, your mouth open all wide as you squirted just for him. “Fuck,” he hissed as he began to reach that point soon after.

He’d fucked it into you until he couldn’t anymore before slumping on top of you. Drawing his hands around your waist so your back was arched, head buried in the valley between your breasts. You were pretty sure you could stay like this forever.

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At some point you had to get back to life. Inspiration seemed to hit you out of nowhere. Everyone thought you were crazy when you’d told them you wanted to scrape the album, but you couldn’t let the feeling go. You needed to capture those thoughts in your lyrics.

You didn’t want to admit that a huge chunk of the album was about him. About the things you did together. How he’d hold you down and fuck you just the way you liked. How no one else has ever been able to do you like he does.

He’d left to Boston to film another movie. It was kind of lonely in LA without him. It was crazy. You barely got to spend time with him as is even when you lived in the same city. Yet when he was away you missed him. Even the calls every night weren’t enough.

Which led to you sneaking off to Boston. You could try to keep a low profile. At least until you got to the safety of his home.

He picked you up in his Audi also you guess trying to keep a low profile in his baseball cap and sunglasses. Taking your bags after giving you a quick hug and a kiss hoping no one would notice the two of you. It was getting harder and harder for you to sneak away from everyone, but somehow you managed.

Dodger greeted you as you walked through the door. You got down to pet him while Chris went to set your things in his room. When he came back he pulled you into another hug, savoring this one.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” he said kissing you all sweetly. “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you, too,” you sighed into him.

After washing the flight off of you and changing into something comfortable. The two of you enjoyed glasses of wine over the pad thai you’d ordered since neither one of you felt like cooking. You talked about finally maybe going public soon. About not wanting to hide it anymore.

You poured another glass of wine as he started kissing down your neck, pressing your stomach into the kitchen counter. He was so hard against you. He’d made you take him right there. First from behind and then turning you around so he could fuck you while you were sitting on top of it.

You scratched at his back as he carried you to the living room, bending you over again over the back of the couch. Somehow that led to you riding him on the stairs. Each time he’d made you cum so good yet still held on.

Finally he’d led you to his bedroom where he fucked you all night. Made you call him Daddy while he was deep in your stomach. Alternating between the intensity of his thrusts or pulling out to put you in all these positions so he could hold out longer.

When it was time for him to finally fill you he didn’t hold back. Cumming into you so deep that if you weren’t on birth control you were sure he would have just gotten you pregnant right then. The thought of it only made it so much more intense.

You’d finally fallen asleep all curled into him. Not being able to keep going any longer. He’d left you worn out barely even able to think. He whispered I love you against your skin.

When you woke up the next morning all wrapped up in him, both of your phones were loud going off. The buzzing noises against the wood of the nightstand made you jump. “What the fuck,” you groaned sleepily as you reached behind you to grab your iPhone. “Hello?” You asked with your voice feeling like it was all worn out.

“Y/N, where the hell are you?” Your agent asked. “And do not lie to me.”

“What?” You asked looking over to see Chris looking at his phone.

“Oh shit...”

“What?” You asked him.

“You’re with him right now?” Your agent asked and you groaned.

You wrinkled your nose as she kept talking because your brain kind of wasn’t turned on yet. “I’ll call you back.”

“Do not ha-“

But it was too late. Chris held out his phone showing you whatever was on his screen. “I’m not gonna lie I have no idea what’s going on right now,” you said putting your face into shoulder.

“Babe, they fucking got a picture of us,” he finally said.

“What?”

“Mhm. At the airport yesterday. Even got a good one of us kissing.”

You groaned. “Wow, we suck at disguising ourselves.”

He laughed bringing you close to him so you could lay on his chest. “I know.” He kissed the side of your head. “How’d you sleep?”

“Good.” You yawned into him. Your phone was still going off, but you just wanted to sleep.

“So I take it your team isn’t really happy that you’re here with me?” He asked.

You shrugged. “To be honest I don’t know if I actually care to even find out.”

He chuckled. “Good. Maybe this was a good thing?”

“Mhm. Now we don’t have to sneak around anymore.” You sighed contently. “I bet Twitter is having fun.”

“Oh definitely.” He laughed.

“I think you broke me,” you told him. Your legs felt all stiff and sore. Liked you’d just come back from a workout.

He placed more kisses on your face. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.”

“Why so you can break me some more.”

“Exactly,” he said. “Who do you think is going to be the most mad at us for this?”

“Hating ass people on Twitter,” you said with a chuckle. “Who will also be the happiest. I can imagine all the comments now.”

He laughed. “Oh, we’re definitely going to be reading them over breakfast.” He started rubbing your back trying to soothe you back to sleep even as you whispered to each other. You could worry about the outside world later. For right now you wanted to enjoy the cloud the two of you were alone on.

As he laid there, he promised himself that things would be different with you. That no matter what happened he’d stick beside you. Because as Chris looked down at you, your eyes closed all nestled into him he realized he didn’t want anyone else. You were it for him. And it didn’t matter what Twitter or your teams had to say. He didn’t care how crazy life got or how busy the both of you were. Now that he had you, he wasn’t letting go.

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katiew1973 · 4 years

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Dunkin’ Email

Chris Evans x Reader

Words: 479

Warnings: None, just fluff

A/N: Inspired by the picture released last week from the ‘A Starting Point’ video. It was mentioned that the shot of him in the hotel with his tie undone gave off wedding vibes. Well, here’s my take on it.

“OH MY GOD! I am so, so sorry!”

You stopped dead and looked up at the man you’d just run into – literally! After taking in those long, denim-clad legs you saw his formerly white fitted tee, now stained with your iced coffee.

Glancing a little too long at the muscled chest hidden behind the now no longer white tee, you were surprised to come across a bearded face that was smiling, not glowering at you in anger – as he was right to do, his blue eyes sparkling as he laughed at the situation you both found yourself in.

“I am so, so, so sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going. I’m sorry.” You stammered, still looking at those gorgeous blue eyes, “I’d just had an important email that I’ve been waiting for that will seal my case and I wasn’t looking where I was going. I should have read it before I left the shop. I’m sorry.”

He laughed again, a sound that you wanted to hear more of. “Hey, it’s OK. It’s as much my fault as it was yours. I saw you were buried in your phone and should have moved out of the way.” Pointing to your now empty cup, he said “let me buy you another one of those, it looks like you could use it!”

“Honestly, it’s fine, there’s no need.” I took another look at his stained tee. “But what about you? Your t-shirt? It’s a mess!”

“Look, don’t worry. I’ve been out of town for a few weeks and have just picked up my laundry.” Pointing to his sleek, black Audi, “That’s my car right there, I have a spare in the trunk, I’ll grab another shirt and go buy you another drink.”

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“Y/N, honey, are you OK?”

I turned around, not really able to tear my gaze away from the beautiful sunset over the ocean, to see my new husband coming towards me – champagne glass in hand. He’d shed his jacket a while ago, and had his tie undone round his neck, collar buttons loosened and his sleeves rolled up as he joined me on the balcony of our luxury beachfront villa. Having exchanged our vows just an hour ago as the sun started to set on the secluded beach, we were here for the next couple of weeks to enjoy our honeymoon.

“Are you OK Mrs Evans, you didn’t answer me?”

“I’m sorry Chris, I was lost in thought and was watching the sun set. I just didn’t hear you. Also, it’s going to take me a while to get used to being Mrs Evans!”

He laughed again – a sound that I always love to hear. “What were you thinking about?”

“The day we met and how my love of Dunkin’ Donuts iced coffee and an email changed my life in a way I could never have imagined.”

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toastedkiwi · 4 years

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Summary: you spend most of your days in hospitals but you finally get to go home with your dad. Corona Chronicles w/ Chris Evans!

Pairing: Chris Evans x Daughter!Reader

Warning: sick!reader, cancer, illness, Corona Chronicles, some angst, mainly fluff, dad!chris evans taking care of reader.

“Hey, Love bug,” Chris said as you’re wheeled out.

You smiled under the mask seeing your dad. It’s been rough since this pandemic decided to hit. You’ve already got everything against you and you don’t need another. The hospital wouldn’t let your dad or any parents into the kid’s wing due to the recent threat.

The chair comes to a stop. The nurse puts on the brake. Your dad grabs your blanket off your lap and throws it over his shoulder. He holds out his hands and you happily take them. He helps you stand up in your converse. You easily hug him.

“I missed you, love bug,” Chris said pressing a kiss to the top of your head with a mask on.

“I missed you too, daddy,” you mumbled.

“Lets get you into the car,” he said.

You nod and part away. He stays close in case you fall. You aren’t back at a hundred percent— truth be told, he hasn’t seen you at a hundred percent probably ever. You’ve been very sick your whole life whether it’s heart problems or lung problems or just cancer. It’s an ongoing battle for you. You weren’t supposed to last this long.

“You got it?” Chris asked as you buckle in.

“I know how a seatbelt works, old man,” you sassed.

“You little turd,” he said shaking his head and putting the blanket back over your legs.

You rolled your eyes making him smile. He closes the door and goes around the car. He gets into the driver’s seat. You pull off the hospital mask and Chris does the same with his own mask. He buckles himself in.

“You ready to go home?” Chris asked.

“Yeah!” You said excitedly.

It makes him chuckle. He starts the car and drives away. He’s very happy to take you home. There would be a party but with everything that’s going on, it’s best to minimize your contact with people. It’s just gonna be the two of you like it always has been and Dodger. But he thinks you’ll be doing alright with that since you do get overwhelmed with the parties that your grandmother throws.

“What are we gonna watch?” Chris asked.

“I was thinking Robin Hood—,” you said.

“Yes! Such a great choice. You’re definitely my kid,” Chris said grabbing your hand and holding it.

You laugh at your dad’s excitement. You definitely missed him while being stuck at the hospital without him being able to visit you and comfort you when they stick needles into you. You absolutely hate needles and the radiation therapy. He tries his hardest to be there to support you but with his job as an actor, it can be hard. Usually, your grandparents are there or aunts and uncles who can visit will be. But in recent years, he’s gotten to visit you more often due to him taking roles in Boston or Massachusetts.

The car finally pulls into the driveway and seatbelts are undone.

“Wait, let me help you, love bug,” Chris said as you’re about to open your door.

He opens his own and slides out. He shuts it and goes around the front of his Audi Q8. He pulls open your door and you move your legs over the side. He grabs your blanket again and puts it over his shoulder. He can hear Dodger barking inside as he takes a hold of one of your hands as you slide out.

“Dodger has definitely missed you,” Your dad said closing the car door.

“Of course, he loves me the most,” you said.

He gasped in mock offense. He goes to the trunk with you following. You lean against the car.

“He does not. And he’s my dog,” Chris said.

You roll your eyes as your dad grabs your duffel bag which he slings over his other shoulder and he grabs the office box filled with your knick knacks that once decorated your hospital room. Instead they’ll go back up into your room.

“C’mon, bugs, we can’t keep him waiting,” your dad said reaching out his only free arm to you.

You go into it and he pulls you into his side kissing your temple. You both head to the front door. Your dad hands you his key. You unlock the door and open it. You both are immediately met with the mutt.

“Get inside, bubs,” Chris said.

Dodger happily wags his bushy tail and jumps up and down trying to play. You head to the couch and sit down on the couch with your dad telling Dodger to take it easy and he closes the front door. The pooch licks your face making you laugh. You haven’t seen each other in a good three months.

“I’m gonna go put your clothes in the washing machine and I’ll wipe down your other things, love bug,” Chris said.

“Okay,” you said knowing he’ll take any precautions to make sure you don’t get this virus.

You both know it’ll be very bad if you do especially since your immune system isn’t the greatest and you’re more at risk than the average person. It’ll be pretty rough.

Soon enough, he’s back and rubbing your back as you throw up into the toilet. He knows it’s the chemo and the radiation and thankfully, you’ve finished your rounds of both at the hospital.

“You done, love bug?” Chris asked.

You nodded wiping your mouth with toilet paper and drop it into the toilet. Your dad flushes the toilet and puts his arms under yours. He easily lifts you up onto your feet. You lean back against him not quite ready to stand on your own.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered shuffling you other to the sink.

You’re much like him in needing to brush your teeth after throwing up. Your dad stands close by because he’s not gonna let you fall.

“Tired, love bug?” Chris asked.

You nod your head really wishing you weren’t so weak. Your dad scoops you up into his arms. You rest your head against his shoulder and some tears slip down your cheeks.

“It’s okay, honey,” he said bringing you into his room.

He puts you carefully down onto his bed and helps you get under the covers. Chris wipes away your tears. Dodger joins you in the bed with his lion.

“I’m gonna get you some water. And we’ll watch Robin Hood,” he said.

You nod and he presses a kiss to your forehead. He disappears off and you’re left with the sound of Dodger growling and chewing on his lion. The brown eyed dog peaks over looking at you and you reach out for him. He scoots closer to you and you scratch him behind his ears.

“Alright, bugs, I’m back,” Chris said.

You sit as best as you can. He brings the glass to your lips and you take a sip. You wave him off when you’re done. He places the glass down onto his nightstand and pulls out the remote for the TV and Apple TV. He climbs into the bed beside you as he turns on both. You curl up into his side tucked under his arm with your head on his chest.

“I definitely missed this,” Chris said getting the movie on the TV.

“Yeah, me too,” you mumbled.

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mmimagine-40 · 4 years

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High School Reunion

Chris Evans x Reader

I saw @stargazingfangirl18 post an august writing challenge and was really inspired by the dialogue and scenario prompts. Here’s the first one I’ll be posting a few more soon.

Prompts:Pretending to date & “Oh god. did I say that out loud?”

Warnings: Not really, just talk of having a dark past but not getting into what it was.

F/n - Friends name O/F - Other or another friends name

“Please Chris!!! I’ll do anything!”, Y/n begged as she took the remote from him turning the TV off so he’ll give his full attention to her. “Y/n you're a famous actress. Your old classmates are already going to be jealous of you. Why do you need me to pretend to be your date?”Chris sighs, finally turning to her. “Cause I really want to rub it into their faces that I’m more successful and have a hot date, That's none other than formal Captain America. Please.”. “SO you think I’m Hot.”, Chris chuckles at her. Y/n glares at him , “ You know what Fine! I’ll go ask Sebastian then!”. Chris' smile fell a little bit but he kept it up. Truth be told he didn’t want to go cause he knows his feeling for her would only get deeper. He’s liked her since they first meet on one of the sets for the Avengers. They grew close fast. And his feelings grew faster, but was too scared to act on it. He didn’t want to lose her, so he thought his safes bet was to just stay friends with her. Which turned to basically best friends, to where she barged into his house begging him to go with her to her high school reunion as her fake date. Chris grabbed her arm as she went to get up and leave. “Wait!..No. I’ll go.”, Chris agrees not wanting to think about Sebastian and her all close. Even though he knows Seb wouldn’t do anything. He knows about Chris's feelings and has tried to get him to just finally ask Y/n out. “Really?!”, Y/n jumps on to the couch next to him. Chris sighs, dropping her arm as he nods. Y/n lets out a squeal as she pulls him in for a hug. “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you!”. Chris couldn’t help but to close his eyes cherishing the way she feels in his arms. ‘What the fuck am I getting myself into.’, Chris thinks. As the hug lasts a bit longer as a wet nose nudges itself in between them. “My bad dodger. How dare we not pay attention to you.”, Y/n says pulling away from Chris to pet the fluff ball. Chris couldn’t help the laugh leave his lips watching as Dodger jumped up at Y/n licking her as she giggled and pet him. “It seems like he didn’t want our attention but your attention.”. Y/n lets out more giggles as dodger climbs up between them. “Can we take him with us,Please!”, Y/n says hugging dodger close both looking at him with puppy dog eyes. “No, Y/n. He would have to stay in a pet friendly hotel or airbnB. And i don’t want to leave him alone in an unfamiliar place.”, Chris says as he snatches the remote back from where she sat it and turns the TV back on. Y/n let out a whine , “Don’t worry dodger I’ll sneak you in my luggage.”. “I doubt you can fit him in.”, Chris shakes his head laughing at her. But it did melt his heart how close they were Y/n and Dodger both loved each other so much, it put a smile on Chris's face. Y/n gasp lightly hitting Chris , “are you calling him fat? Rude!”. Chris lets out a scoff shaking his head at her, “I can’t with you.”. “When is this reunion thing? When do we need to leave and how long are we staying?”. “It’s next Saturday , we will leave Friday after noon and get their late afternoon and we can chill. And I can show you round where I grew up. You can leave Sunday and head back home if you want but I’m going to stay an extra day or two to see my family and some old friends.”, y/n explains as she lays back and rests her feet on his lap. Chris just nods as he unties her shoes, “If you're going to put your feet on me could you at least take off your shoes first?”. Y/n just giggles as dodger cuddles up next to her, “Why? When I know you’ll take them off for me.”. He throws her shoes to the side, “I wonder why I’m friends sometimes.”. “I’ll stay with you. I’d feel bad about going with only for you to have to travel back alone.”, all he got back was a grumble that made him turn to her to see her eyes fluttering shut. Chris smiles as he watches her and dodger both fall asleep. He grabs a blanket and throws it over her and turns the TV down some. He tried watching whatever was on but he couldn’t help but let his eyes roam back over her . He cursed himself out, knowing that going with her might end with him broken even more not having her as his and only having to pretend to do all this stuff he really wants to do with her anyway.

Saturday

Chris checks himself over once more in the mirror in their hotel room as Y/n gets ready in the bathroom. They got to her hometown yesterday at around 4 ish. They spent the day with Y/n showing Chris around and telling him stories of her growing up. Ending with dinner at this diner Y/n told him her grandma used to take her to every Sunday for dinner. That night his heart broke a little bit more when the lady you owned the shop came to talk to Y/n and asked her if he was her boyfriend. And laugh and say no that they were just friends. Chris tried to hide the heartbreak that flashed over his face. Not knowing not only the lady saw it but Y/n did too. Chris sighs checking over his hair one last time before checking the time, “Come on Y/n we have to get going.”. “Okay , I’m almost done.”, Y/n says. She touches up her lipstick as she checks herself over once more. She sighs thinking over tonight. Somewhat regretting asking Chris to come. She asked him because he was the only person she trusted the most and knew would help her out. But as the got here hanging out and Mrs. Johnson asked about him, all those feelings she felt for coming rushing back. Feelings that she buried deep down. Scared that she would lose him, thinking he doesn’t feel the same. But the look on his face when she told Mrs. Johnson, they were just friends, gave her hope that he does. “Y/n?”Chris's voice cuts her out of her deep thoughts. Taking a final breath she headed out of the bathroom. “Okay, I’m ready.”, she says as she checks over her clutch making sure everything was in it. When she looked up she was met with Chris standing there , looking very handsome, mouth open as his eyes roamed up and down her. “Wow , You look absolutely beautiful.”. Y/n blushes looking down as she slips her heels on. “Thank you….Come on let's get this over with.”. Chris laughed as he walked out of the room to the elevator, “If you didn’t want to go then why are we here? ….Aw were you just trying to spend time with me. Princess , if you wanted to have me to yourself all you had to do was ask.”. Chris pokes at her sides. Y/n lets out a small laugh , slapping his hand away. “You wish.”. Chris laughs wrapping an arm around her waist pulling her closer to him. Y/n couldn’t help the light blush going over her cheeks as she melts into his hold. Chris bites his lip as he watches her melt into him. His heart starts beating faster with hope that maybe she does like him the way he does to her. The elevator dinging and the doors opening pulled him out of his thoughts as he guided her out to the front of the hotel. Outside waits an Audi R8. A valet guy walks over to them handing Chris the keys. Y/n stands there shocked as Chris opens the passenger's side door for her. “What? You said you wanted to make them all jealous, so I figured we should also ride in style.”. Y/n giggles walking over and getting in. Chris rushes over to the driver's side heading to the school. “It’s so pretty.” Y/n says running her hand over the inside, “Thank you Chris. For not only this but coming with me.”. “ It’s no problem, Can I ask why you make all your classmates jealous?”. Y/n looks down picking at her nails, “Well it’s not really wanting to make them jealous, I wanted to come and see some friends. But I didn’t want to go alone. I didn’t have the best high school experience. It was actually quite dark and I was bullied a lot. The few friends I did have, I only met them senior year. But other than that I went through the years with no friends and no one really talked to me. Even though it’s been years and I've come successful and all this, I’m still a bit scared to see all those people again. … Sorry I know it sounds stupid.”. Chris drives with one hand as he reaches over and grabs her hand. He slightly squeezes her hand comforting her. “It’s not. I understand and I’m here for you.”. Y/n smiles at him, squeezing his hand back.

It took only a couple more minutes to get to the school. Y/n looked up at the building that hasn’t changed one bit. A place that brought a lot of plain that she just wants to forget. Right now is not the time. Now is to show those people what she has become and how she made it in life. It sounds a bit rude but after everything she’s been through she feels like she deserves to drag a bit. About her career , her house, her life, her man. She shakes her head reminding herself that Chris isn’t hers he’s just here to be a good friend. “You okay?''Chris asks, grabbing her chin and making her look at him. Y/n nods, “Yeah let's do this. I gave a feeling we will only have an hour or 2 before the Paparazzi come to get pictures.”. Chris smiles at her getting out and rushing over to her side and opening the door for her. Y/n could already feel the stairs of people watching her step out of the Audi. She couldn’t hold back the smirk on her face as Chris wraps his arm around her waist as they make their way to the gym where the reunion is being held. All around were old classmates who made fun of her with their jaws open as they watched her walk into the gym. Some didn’t think she would show being a big star now and no one expected to see her walk in on the arm of Chris Evans. As they walk in Y/n spots one of her friends , the other sadly couldn’t make it. She squeals as she grabs Chris' hand dragging him other to them. “F/n!”, she basically screamed, rushing over to her hugging her. “Y/n!”, she yelled back hugging her. “I thought you weren’t coming?”. “Yeah sorry I had to keep it quiet with the paparazzi and everything.”, Y/n explains. “Although we might be here for a bit before having to leave. I wouldn’t be surprised if someone already announced us being here.”. “Us?”, F/n ask. “Oh sorry” , Y/n pulls away from her, “F/n this is Ch-”. “Chris Evans! Shit Y/n you really did make it!”, F/n jokes lightly punching her. Her and Chris laugh as he stands behind her and rests an arm around her. “I’m sorry , It’s just my son who is a huge fan of Captain america.. I’m f/n by the way.”, she says sticking her hand out to him. Chris smiles, shaking her hand ,”It’s okay , I totally understand. We are here for a bit. We should grab lunch or something, I’d love to meet the little guy.”. F/n laughs shaking her head. “Oh no I couldn’t ask you guys to step into your schedule.”. Y/n reaches out grabbing her hand, “F/n it's okay its why we are staying a bit. I want to overdose Chris to you and O/F and my family of course. Pulse would take Jack's mind off of everything for a bit.”. F/n pulled Y/n in for another hug thanking her. They pull away and she wipes her face, “Wow he must be a keeper if you want to introduce him to O/F.”. They both laugh. Chris wraps both arms around Y/n ,” Should I be scared?”. “Probably , O/f is the crazier protective one out of us.”, F/n explains. “Oh great.”, Chris joked, sending both women into a laugh fit. After they clams down and started talking a bit , “I’m going to go get a drink you want one?”, he turned to Y/n who nodded and said please. He turned to f/n who thanked him but said she was good. They watched as he walked over the drink stand. “Wow, Y/n! That man is so in love with you!”, F/n whistles. Y/n laughs shaking her head. Her heart a bit wishing it was true. But Chris was just doing that stuff to make it believable. “I mean the way he looks at you. Even when you're not looking , would make anyone believe in soulmate or true love.”, she says. Y/n bits her lip looking down , “I don’t know if that’s how he feels but that’s how he makes me feel.”. F/n turns to her smirking , “ Does this mean Jacks getting a little cousin soon.”. Y/n gasp swatting at her. F/n’s smile falls as she looks ahead to where Chris went. “Oh no Jessie is going up to him.”. Y/n’s face fell as she looked over to see Jessie , one of the people who made her life a living hell, talking to Chris. Jealous stringed at her. She trusted Chris. He wouldn’t do anything like that to hurt her. What tug at her was the thought that kept screaming at her that he wasn’t really hers. A small smile makes its way on her face as she watches Chris deny her and walk back off to them. He hands her drink. With his free hand he wraps it around her pulling her into and kissing her cheek. Y/n tried holding back her laugh as she watched Jessie's face fall in shock. But F/n didn’t hold it back. “Oh that was great.”. Causing Y/n to finally break. The cooled down as F/n got a call exposing herself. Y/n rested her head on Chris shoulder looking up at him. “Thank you for that. It was great to see her face like that.”, she giggles. Chris just smiled, shaking his head, “Oh the things I do for you. I wonder sometimes why I do.”. “Cause you love me.”, y/n flutters her eyes at him giggling. “More than you’ll ever know”,Chris says quietly while taking a drink. But Y/n style couches it. Her face falls as her heart starts beating every faster , “What?”. Chris looks down at her shocked, “Oh god, did I say that out loud?”. Y/n nods pulling away to fully turn to look at him. “Do you mean it?”. Chris sighs cursing himself out. He knew he would have to tell her at some point but not right now. “Yes, I’m sorry Y/n. I don’t want to ruin what we have, But I’m in love with you so much I feel like I’m going crazy. I understand if you don’t feel the same and if y-”. Y/n cut him off pulling him down to kiss her. He wraps his arms around her pulling her as close as he can kissing her back. They pull away but not far. Y/n keeps her hands on his face as they rest their forehead on each other. “I love you too, Chris.”. Chris smiles as he pulls her in kissing her again. This one is getting more heated. He pulled away grabbing her hand. “Come on lets get out of here.”. “Wait I need to say bye to F/n!”, she squeals as he pulls her to the doors. “Just text her, she’ll understand plus we’ll see her later.”. He pulls her closer to him as they rush out the doors past the props showing up to the car. Rushing to the hotel.

Y/n smiled at herself in the mirror taking in her appearance in the white gown. Thinking about that night their two idiot self's finally told each other how they feel. Now here she stands in a beautiful white dress about to marry the man of her dreams in front of all her friends and family. Smiling, she grabs the final things in her shoes. f/n and O/f both made her wait to put them on last but she didn’t know why and didn’t argue. She opens the box and pulls out the simple but beautiful shoes. Her eyebrows scrunch in confusion as she sees something on the bottoms. Turning them around she chokes on tears as she sees the writing on them. “From friend to best friend to my love and now I will get to call you the best thing I can. My wife.”.

@stargazingfangirl18 @navybrat817 I hope you guys enjoy this!-MM

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stripper-patrick · 4 years

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China Doll 🎎Andy Barber

Part 1

Part 2

Warnings: smut, language, daddy kink, straight up nastiness, dom!Andy, face sitting, angst, protected, this is a 2 parter

Tags: @rebellious-desires @mrsbanreswillseeyou @eclecticblkgirl

Relationship: Andy Barber x black plus sized reader

Being an intern for Andy Barber was fun so far. In the year that I’ve worked here I’ve been treated with nothing but respect and to say my boss was eye candy was an understatement. Yet he’s married. Me and Andy have gained an amazing repertoire with each other becoming more so friends that boss and intern. It’s just his coworkers who have yet to respect me and I don’t wanna day anything because they have more seniority than I do and I don’t wanna damage my internship

“Blondie file these for me” Neal drops an entire stack of files on my desk on top of the stack I already have and by the looks of it I’ll be here all night. Neal was the one who hired me but I sort of migrated to working with Andy majority of the time. I cut him a side eye and he smirks staring at me with lingering eyes that don’t reside on my face, more so on my breasts. I wish I could slap that smirk off his face. He’s the only who calls me Blondie because he doesn’t see my intelligence yet if I weren’t smart I wouldn’t be an intern at the most prestigious law incorporation in the world.

“Don’t call me that Neal I’ve told you before” I stand my ground daring him to do it again with my fierce eyes.

“Blondie” he chuckles walking away from me and I groan rubbing my hands over my face.

I grab my midnight green iPhone 11 Pro Max and tap twice on it revealing the time. 7:32. I’ve been here for almost 10 hours. I stretch my neck rolling it and I stand up stretching allowing my shirt to to rise above my belly button showing my piercing. I let it fall and a door opens. That’s when I see Andy. Face long and tired but nonetheless he still works harder than ever.

“Hey China Doll I didn’t know you were still here” I nod. I’ve been told he calls me China doll because of my big pretty brown eyes. In Andy’s words not my own.

“Yea Neal is making me file all of these”

“Fuck him lets go to a bar” I chuckle at his jokes and vulgarity only to see he’s dead serious

“As much as I wish I could leave he’d fire on and this isn’t even a real job”

“Y/N I wouldn’t let him do that you’re my best girl here and frankly most hard-working” although this was true it’s something about the term ‘my best girl’ that leaves guilty butterflies floating in my stomach. Guilty because he’s married with a child “come on I’ll buy all your rounds” he smiles

“You don’t have to” I set down the files and grab my purse. I save and log out of my computer. Andy leads the way and I follow suit. He pulls the door open letting me go through before turning off the lights and locking up. We head outside to his Audi and my Lexus.

“I’ll follow you”

“Ok I know a bar just down the way” I nod and get in my car watching Andy get in his. I take a deep breath turning the engine. I’m really heading to a bar with my boss’s boss.

Me and Andy are about 2 shots in and we’re giggling like children “ok take a shot if you’ve ever been blackout drunk” I watch Andy grab his glass as I grab my last and he watches me turn the glass letting the acidic liquid glide down my throat. I grab a lime sucking on it to decrease the taste of the brown liquor.

“You’ve never been blacked out?” He had one more shot that hasn’t been touched meaning I lost the game. Now that I’m really looking at him he looks hot. Maybe that’s the liquor getting to my head but it’s just something about the way he looks at me that makes me feel hot. “No my friends have but I haven’t”

“You wanna know something?” I smile leaning forward unconsciously. He does the same mocking me with a playful smile.

“I didn’t think you were this laid back. I was honestly scared of you” I laugh hiccuping

“I get more laid back than this” he smirks with suggestive eyes that create a pool in my underwear “Can I tell you something?” He asks

“What?”

“I’ve been thinking about you since the day you walked through those doors” and that’s when it began. The room got hot and my cheeks were flushed with sexual blush. That’s when I realized I wanted him right then and there.

“Do you mind if we leave?” I ask

We bust through the door of my apartment and his hands are kneading my ass all while picking me up to wrap my legs around his hips. His soft lips are clad to mine and his perfect teeth graze at my bottom lip. I open my mouth inviting his tongue. The taste of tequila and mint consume me along with his powerful cologne that makes my knees buckle. Andy tears off my button down revealing the lacy red bra. He holds me up with one hand and the other moves to my hair pulling me back. He picks a broad stripe up my neck ending it with a hard duck making my clit jump.

He gets me to my bedroom laying me down and slithering up to my lips. I flip us around taking control as I kiss his neck. My skirt is hiked up to my waist and I pull it over my head throwing it on the floor. I grab the bottom of his shirt lifting it over his head discarding it with the rest of the clothes.

I feel how hard Andy is under me making me grind on him harder. He slaps the side of my ass. He grabs my throat pulling me down to his lips. He lets go of my lips with a smack and moves his lips to my ear kissing me softly “sit on daddy’s face” I couldn’t be wetter. With confidence I pull off my underwear and place both of my thighs on each side of his head resting my dripping pussy on his lips. Right off the bat Andy sucks my clit like a lollipop and my hands rest on top of his that are on my hips.

My body has a mind of its own as I rock against his hips. I look down at his steel blue eyes glimmering in the dim lamp light looking back at me. He lets out a beautiful moan and I bite my lip exhaling sharply. His tongue moves from my clit to my inside slurping me straight from the source. “Just like that” I moan. My right hand unclasps my bra taking it off and my other hand moves to his head keeping him steady as I ride his face. My moans get louder as he goes back to flicking my clit in a fast motion not hesitating to press his blunt nails into my hips holding me down.

Andy wraps his lips around my clit sucking on me like a leech. My vision becomes hazy, partly because the liquor is still in my system, as he keeps me in the same spot not able to move. My breath becomes more shallow and I try pulling off of his face feeling the pleasure become unbearable “it-it’s too much daddy it’s too much” I moan in a rushed tone He continues his assault until I’m screaming his name and cumming in his mouth. I hear his vulgar smacks and moans from under me making my body rock that much harder. Andy stops moving completely letting me ride out my orgasm on his face holding direct eye contact. This man is the devil.

Andy finally lets me go and he unlatches from me with a smack. I come off of his face watching his beard glisten and a smile on his face. “Fuck me please” I lean down kissing him tasting myself on his lips and tongue. My hand glides over his stomach grabbing his dick but he quickly grabs my hand flipping us around and pinning me to the bed. “Are you ready for it?”

“Yes daddy” Andy pulls down his boxers and he wasn’t lacking in neither width or length (I know y’all saw that Chris Evans leak😏). My jaw drops at his size and he chuckles “I haven’t seen that in a long time” he grabs a condom rolling it on getting prepared.

He starts with the head stretching me out a little. Now here goes the hard part. Andy keeps inching in me as I breathe through the pressure of my walls expanding accepting him gracefully. Once my clit is rubbing against his pelvis he’s fully inside of me, Andy starts off with small strokes along with peppering kisses along my face and jawline. “Faster daddy. Harder” he chuckles at my requests pulling out completely leaving me empty. Before I can demur he plunges back into me leaving my mouth wide open. Andy is rhythmic making sure I feel each and every inch when he reenters me with such passion. “Fuck you’re so tight. I gotta stretch that pretty little pussy out”

“Please stretch it out daddy fuck” my nails glide down his back which I know will leave marks. Andy’s hips ripple into mine with such force that drives my eyes to the back of my head. My jaw drops and Andy comes down kissing me with such passion if I were standing I’d be dizzy by now. He bites my lip still drilling me, my breathing is ragged and my moans are so loud my voice is getting hoarse “such a good little slut for me aren’t you princess”

“Yes yes yes” as he continues thrusting leading us both to the edge that wallowing coup de Grace is close to its mark. Andy wraps his hand around my throat squeezing to make me dizzy but I still have limited air. I bite my lip feeling his necklace hit the bottom of my chin. “Look at me when I make you cum” it’s damn near impossible but I manage to watch him. I grab the sheets and my body rocks as he pounds me through my soul shattering orgasm. Andy’s eyes close and he leans down placing his head in my neck never losing rhythm. “Fuck” he grabs the back of my neck pressing our foreheads together as he fills me with his seed mewling out. He starts slowing down once he’s bottoming himself out and comes to a stop leaving me sore but still very happy. Andy pulls out rubbing my clit making me jolt with how sensitive I am. He throws away the condom and lays next to me while I throw my arm across his chest. He cuddles me closer pushing me into a deep well needed sleep.

I feel the sun poking through my curtains and a raging headache that’s making me dizzy. I notice I’m extra warm and I feel an arm around my waist and something poking me in my butt. I look back seeing Andy asleep and I smile then my smile fades and turns into a horrible frown. I tap Andy’s shoulder and he stirs in his sleep before opening his eyes. His phone vibrates in his jeans and he gets up grabbing it. His face goes blank and he answers the call “hey Laurie”

My jaw drops and I drop my head in my hands. I feel nauseous. Andy ends the conversation and looks at me “did we have sex last night?”

It’s a silly question I can feel the soreness between my legs. I stand up out of bed nearly falling over again from how weak my legs are.

“We did and that was Lauie” he says running his hands over his face. I start panicking and sit back on the bed. Obviously it’s clear he sees it. Andy comes over towering over me. He gets down on one knee lifting my leg over his shoulder kissing it softly “Andy you’re wife just called and I know she’s worried sick- oh fuck” his plump lips wrap around my clit “Andy we can’t- oh god” my back arches and I grab his head with the intent to move him away but my hands bring him closer as my breathing picks up. My hips roll along his face and I bite my lip as he continues sucking on my clit like he didn’t just assault it last night. “Andy we’re gonna be late for work Jesus”

“Mhmm” he hums going deeper and using 2 fingers to work at my entrance. He curls those 2 fingers sucking on my clit and hitting my g-spot like no tomorrow until I’m left leaking on his tongue and crying out his name. My legs shake trying to close his head in yet I want him away as the overbearing pleasure dizzies me.

“That’s my girl” he moans cleaning me completely. Andy stands up and I lay back just staring at the ceiling “come on now we’re almost late” he winks

“Wait I need to get my car”

“Ok I’ll wait for you to get ready” and that’s just what he does. Occasionally his wife would call and he’d talk to Jacob before school but other than that he was right there.

I’m all ready and dressed in a tight dress and he grabs his jacket that he had on last night. We get in Andy’s car and he drives off to the bar around the corner. Just watching him drive made me want a round 2 but he had a family to go home to and though I’ve already done so I don’t wanna interrupt that. Yet I already have. The guilt feeling consumes me again making me nauseous and overly dizzy.

“Andy pull over” I wretch and he obliges. I open the door vomiting whatever little food I had the night before. I cough letting all of my contents out while feeling Andy’s large hand rubbing my back. Once I’m finished he pulls over to my car and hands me some water. I gargle it walking to the back of the car spitting it out. I go in my purse and grab a piece of gum “I’ll let you know when I make it to the office” I make it to my car and he opens the door for me.

“Ok and Y/N” I look up at his dazzling blue eyes that are softened on me “I don’t want you to beat yourself up over this. I don’t regret it”

I nod and close my door pulling off.

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chrisevansszn · 3 years

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Chris Evan's x Reader

MAKE IT LIKE IT WAS PT 2!!

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“Hey Ava, Chris and I will be home a little late like I thought. Feel free to go over to the house with Maxwell until we get home. You know the code to get in”, you say to Ava over the phone.

“Sure thing”, she replies. You hang up and check the time it’s close to 6PM.

“Hey Y/N”, you already know that voice, it’s your husband. “Hey babe, I am just now wrapping up with my last client for the day. Let me email myself some notes and we can head out”. Chris sits across from you at your desk. “You think this will go smoothly”, he asks. “It shouldn’t be an issue. Let grab some trash Taco Bell while we are on the way”, you suggest. “You totally read my mind”, says Chris. You leave your Ranger Rover at the office and hope into the passenger side of Chris’ Audi A6. You head towards the harbor.

This life you and Chris chose isn’t for the faint. You can’t even remember exactly how you got involved. Chris isn’t new to money laundering, it’s been his side hustle for almost a decade, but when you decided to open the accounting firm Chris let you in on his little secret. Livid doesn’t even describe your emotions when he told you and suggested money laundering through the business.

“Are you fucking insane???? Almost 10 years Christopher??” Y/N yelled when he came clean. “I am fucking pregnant and these are the games you want to play? This is serious and very scary”. You think back to over a year ago when Chris came home battered and bruised. He said that some young kids tried to steal his car and he had to fight them off. You are pretty sure that was a lie! Somehow Chris talked you into it. More income for the family, and he promised he would never let anything happen to you or the baby. Is he insane?? We are talking about the SINAOLA CARTEL HERE!!

You arrive to your destination. A small building off by the harbor. Y/N and Chris exit the car and walk towards an old metal building. Mateo and another man is standing out in front. “About damn time”, says Mateo. “I was beginning to worry”. “No need for all of that”, Chris replies. “What’s the job?”. Mateo proceeds.” We have $50,000 we needed cleaned. You have one week. Run it through and $15,000 is yours”. Y/N sits in silence. Another day, another dollar. “Bet”, Chris says. Mateo hands Chris a duffle bag. “See you soon”. “Y/N love the skirt by the way”. Chris eyes darts to Mateo. If looks could only kill.

You and Chris head back to the car. He throws the duffle bag in the trunk. “That fucking asshole saying that about your skirt! I could shoot him between the fucking eyes!” “Calm down Chris, its over. Lets go”. You guys head home. 45 minutes later you arrive. Chris grabs the bad from the trunk and you both walk inside. Maxwell is already in bed, and Ava is sleep on the couch. “Ava….Ava.” Y/N calls out her name gently. “Oh hey Mrs. Evans”, Ava jumps up. “We are home, feel free to sleep in the guest bed if you don’t want to drive home”. You offer to Ava. “Oh its fine, I will be heading out”. Ava leaves and says goodnight. It is about 10PM. You head towards the shower. It’s been a long day! You take your clothes off in the bathroom and enter your shower. The hot water takes away the stress and anxiety. You hear the shower door open and look behind you. Chris enters. He grabs a towel and gets the soap. You can feel him rubbing you all over. You love this. This is your favorite. It is so intimate and personal. No one is talking and Chris continues to bathe you. Y/N turns and face him. You give Chris a sweet kiss, and grab the towel. You proceed to return the favor. You both just enjoy the moment and give each other kisses. After 20 minutes you both exit, get dressed, and lay in the bed. “Y/N….-Chris says.

“Yes, honey”- you reply. “I love you so much. I cant imagine a life without you” “ I love you so much more baby”, you reply. Chris takes you in his arms and kisses your forehead and you both fall asleep.

Its 3:30 AM…you hear Maxwell’s little cries over the baby monitor. “I got her”, says Chris. He rolls out of bed and heads down the hallway to her room. “Hey princess”. You hear Chris. You smile and instantly fall back to sleep.

The next morning you wake up and go to get the baby. She’s still sleeping so you let her be. Y/N heads to the kitchen to whip up a quick breakfast. Pesto eggs, bacon, and toast. Chris’ favorite. You go back upstairs to check on Maxwell and she is up. You grab her, get her dressed, and take her downstairs. Chris is grabbing some breakfast. “there’s my girls!”. He gives you a quick kiss and Maxwell one too. “I’ve got to drop this money off in the vault today, that way we can give it a few days to get some clean money back”. “Sounds good”, you replied.

Chris heads out the door, and you wait for the babysitter to arrive before doing the same. You enter your firm to be greeted by the receptionist, Shanon. Hi Y/N, she says with a smile. “Hi Shanon!”, you say back. Shanon is a young girl who is extremely nice and very professional. She’s been with the company since the very beginning. You head to your office to start your day. Chris sends you a text saying that the bank deposited the money into the company’s account, which is how we get back the clean money. Today is an easy and short day. You finish up with all your clients around 2PM. You leave the office and go to pick up Maxwell from the babysitter and then head home.

You decide to whip up a salmon salad, easy and quick because Chris is pescatarian. Chris returns home about 5:30PM. “Hi, honey.” He says as he walks in. “It has been a crazy day today!” “What happened today Chris”, you asked. He continues to rattle on about his clients today when you sit down to check a few emails, just in case. You chime in sporadically as Chris proceeds about his day. You get this weird email that has a few attachments. The title of the email just says, “OPEN NOW”. Y/N clicks it. You stop….and stare. Your body is completely frozen and Chris notices. “Y/N are you ok”, he asked. You don’t reply. He asked again. You hesitate for a few moments. “Are you cheating on me Chris?” “Huh”, he says he looks as if he couldn’t believe what you are asking. “I am only asking this one more time Christopher”…”I would NEVER Y/N!” You turn your Macbook around and shows him the photos. It’s pictures of him and Shanon making out in the front seat of his car. Chris’ eyes gets big immediately.

“Baby….I can explain”……

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