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Bikini Bottom

pairing: Frat!Chris Evans x Girlfriend!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chris fell first, and he fell even damn harder.

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Part 2 of bubba? Would love to see more of protective!chris 🥺

Bubba Part 2: Bump

A/N: Everyone grasp your loins i'm back... lol and a funny update after being bullied by my roommates they found this account and followed it to "keep tabs" so everyone say heyyy to my inner circle who I recommend sleep with one eye open 🥰

"Stay beside me yeah?" Chris held you tightly, staring at you intently as he helped you out of the car.

"I can barely walk, you don't have to worry about me pulling a runner." Chris gave a small smile at your light hearted joke.

At this stage, you were 6 months pregnant and HUGE. The last thing Chris wanted to do is shove you in front of a thousand cameras and screaming crowds but you insisted you two go. You desperately wanted to get out of the house and do yourself up after living in sweatpants.

Chris couldn't deny despite the heartburn, oily hair, night sweats and cankles you were glowing and looked absolutely stunning tonight to the point he had to hold himself back from giving you another baby.

"We can go home at anytime." He rubbed the small of your back lightly, fidgeting with the top layer of your dress.

You two approached the interview platform, Chris easing you gently yet forcing your whole body weight on him as he helped up the short 2 inch step.

You smiled at him endearingly as you approached the report. He wasn’t necessarily a bad reporter he just was a bit too enthusiastic for you and Chris’s liking not to mention a little invasive both figuratively and physically.

Chris knowing this placed himself between you and the reporter, hand encasing yours between you two.

“And here we have Chris, Y/N and the bump..” He outstretched his hand, verging towards your bump but not before the ever alert Chris, pushed his hand away promptly

“Absolutely not.” Chris said sternly, eyeing the report with challenging eyes.

He laughed nervously, moving his hands back into his pockets.

“Well do you guys know the gender yet?”

“We do!” You both said proudly, at the same time.

“Well how about giving us a W News exclusive huh?”

“Yeah no we plan to keep that information between us and our family for the time being.”

“Oh come on is Captain America having a strong boy or beautiful girl… let it out.”

Chris was getting annoyed at this point, so you gave his forearm a soft squeeze.

“I don’t care if it’s a boy or a girl and either can be beautiful and strong at the same time. I’m just grateful for a so far healthy baby and wife. Thanks for your questions.”

You smiled up at him as he led you off the platform, reaching his limit on stupid questions.

Moving off the platform you let out a groan of pain. Chris’s eyes shot to your face concern written all over his;

“What’s wrong? You hurt?”

“No no.” You waved him “My feet are killing me.”

“I did tell you not to wear them.” You glared at his hindsight for now was not the time to play the “I told you so” game.

“It’s called an OUTFIT Christopher.” You spat at him through gritted teeth.

“Sorry sorry… here take ‘em off.” He crouched down, pulling up his slacks slightly to get on one knee.

“I can’t just do that in public!”

“You’re pregnant, you can get away with anything.” He brushed you off.

Chris lifted up the skirt of your dress, slowly easing your foot out of the shoes.

You sighed with relief as he gave your feet a quick massage in his large hands.

“Better right?”

“So much better. Thank you.” You gave him a quick peck on the lips.

Holding the heels in his hands, you walked the rest of the event barefoot and in way less pain.

Waking up with Chris

All fluff but 18+ just in case pick your own chris but I obviously chose my favorite. This is an AU (that I wish was real I dont know Chris Evans at all.)

Comments appreciated and reblogs. No publishing no re posting no translation on any site

I wake up to his sweet, bright blue eyes staring at me.

"Hi"

"Hi" his hand cupped my cheek.

"I think I fell asleep here"

"What was your first clue"

"Meanie "

"How about I make it up to you with a kiss?"

I groan

"My mouth" all I could think about was my morning breath and the fact that I forgot to brush my teeth last night.

"And mine. Just a peck hmm" he caressed my shoulder

This man is going to be the death of me.

"Ok"

True to his wording It was just a peck

But he kept his lips on mine

I couldn't help myself from giggling

"So," he sighs "What do you want to do today?" his lips still in ghosting mine and occasionally touching.

"Me?"

He chuckled (and hr decided not to make a joke at the way he could've taken it.)

"Yea, you if you can do anything."

"Relax with you"

"Yea." No inflection but his face looked slightly confused.

"Yea why do you make it sound like the weirdest thing ever?"

"No I just you don't want to go shopping or I don't know."

"No just be with you." Besides me being too broke to shop I thought.

"I could do with a day of rest. What do saw we order breakfast in and just watch movies?" His fingers dance along my shoulder

"What do you want for breakfast?"

"Anything with bacon"

"Oh a girl after my own heart."

"Well that's the plan." I smile "but um can we take things slow."

"Course. As slow as you want. Or as fast."

"Slow."

"Worth a try. But we did sleep together already." I ignored him.

"What time is it?"

"5 am"

"Why are we up?"

"I don't know about you but I was watching you sleep"

"Ok you're creepy."

"Me ?," his eyes widened as his hand touches his chest. " Me m- ok yea."

I giggle as he pulls me closer.

"Just so beautiful."

"Relax I already slept with you."

"Mhm technically we slept next to each other. Buuuut. I'm kidding I just. I dont know how I just, I fell so fast."

"No! You don't say."

"Cute. Come 'ere" he wrapped his arms around my shoulders "Sleep, I'll be right here." He kissed my temple as I settled on his chest

"I don't know if have ever been happier."

"I have when you first agreed to stay with me. The plans I have for the two of us.," he smirked.

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Kryptonite

Pairing: Bouncer!Chris Evans x Exotic Dancer!Reader

Summary: Most men come into your club feeling like superman: completely invincible. Little do they know what lurks around the corner when their confident and entitled mindset convinces them to cross a line.

Warnings: The reader is put in an uncomfortable situation and touched without consent. The reader is threatened. Mild violence. Language. Mention of drugs and alcohol. Let me know if I missed anything :)

A/N: I'm not really a fan. But I've been in such a rut. I needed something to help get the gears turning and whipped this out. Hopefully you guys like it!

W/C: 1.9k

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Two greedy hands clawed at your ass, fingernails biting into the soft skin. Your jaw clamped together as you masked your irritation with a sultry grin. “Oh, honey.” You shook your head, leaning back on your heels. “You can look…” You paused, reaching around him to press the concealed panic button just behind his greasy hair. “But you can’t touch.” 

You pushed off of the velvet couch to stand, thankful you could no longer feel his tiny dick pressed against you. The muscles in his jaw ticked, the heat in his eyes shifting from lust to rage.

It was always this kind of man who felt like the rules didn’t apply to him. He paid for a lap dance, yet felt entitled to the full package. For a measly $200, he assumed that you were his property. His to grab, his to kiss. Men like him had spent the last twenty-something years being coddled by mommy and told they were the most handsome on Earth with women and success at their fingertips when they were mediocre at best.  You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. 

Men like him thought less of people like you, yet paid and bragged about the services they received. 

Men like him sauntered into this club feeling as untouchable as Superman, thinking a measly $200 bought them the world. 

But if they were Superman, Chris was kryptonite. 

“I paid you,” He gritted out through clenched teeth. 

Your eyebrow shot up. “For a lap dance. Touching,” you explained, creating a little distance between the two of you and leaning against the back wall as if to emphasize your point, “is extra. Like we discussed.” 

His left eye twitched and your stomach churned nervously, your ears searching for the heavy footfall of Chris’s boots over the music. 

Chris was never too far away, but it was Saturday night after all. The club was packed, and the girls were busy. It wasn’t his fault if he was pulled away, dealing with another sleazy, washed-up Frat boy that couldn’t respect one simple rule. 

Still. 

You’ve seen the anger of a man like this and what they were capable of a little high or drunk and you had no desire to be on the receiving end. 

Swallowing past the lump in your throat, you did your best to feign nonchalance despite the way your heart rate kicked up behind your ribs at the twitch of this guy’s hand. 

After a few seconds of deep concentration, the inferno raging behind his hazel eyes was calm and still. A chill crawled down your spine like a spider scurrying away from the light and you did your best to control the shudder than ran through you. 

“Have a seat, sweetheart. I’ll keep my hands to myself.” There was an edge to his voice that told you his pleasantries meant absolutely nothing.

“That’s not how it works, sweetheart.” 

His jaw hardened and you steeled yourself, knowing Chris would be here in just a second. “I don’t really think you’re in the position to be arguing.” 

You quirked a brow and crossed your arms over your chest. “What exactly are you threatening?” 

This man had the audacity to smirk. Fucking men. You’d give anything to be able to walk around the world with the cockiness and sense of invincibility that an average-looking white man does. 

He relaxed back into the velvet couch, stretching his arms out across the top and spreading his legs, taking up as much space as he could. You thought that maybe he was trying to intimidate you but the sheer amount of armpit sweat soaking his shirt had you fighting off a laugh.

He lifted his hand in a lazy gesture to the empty room. “We’re alone. I paid you to perform a service.” His hazel eyes shifted over the dark, small room before returning to you. “No cameras. My word against yours. I think we both know how this ends.”  

Fighting against the snarl that threatened to curl your lip, you leveled him with a glare. “I think I know how this ends. I think you have no idea who you’re dealing with.” 

Your body relaxed and a satisfied smirk pulled at the corner of your mouth as Chris’s heavy steps thundered down the hall. “Good luck,” you winked, backing away from the door a few seconds before it was shoved open. 

Chris stood in the doorway, his eyes darkened with rage. They softened marginally as he did a once over to make sure you were okay, then turned back to the douchebag sitting on the couch who was now scrambling to his feet. “You threatened my girl?” 

Now was definitely not the time to be checking him out, but holy fuck. Chris stood in the doorway, biceps bulging against the thin black t-shirt. Black and grey tattoos swirled down his arms and tapered on his hands, your name was written in beautiful cursive lettering on the skin above his knuckles. 

He wore dark wash jeans that clung to his thighs and flared ever-so-slightly over his black boots, which were planted firmly in the threshold of this room. Chris wasn’t going to budge. And this asshole had no idea what he was doing when he threatened you. 

Frat Boy was wrong about not having cameras in the room. And it certainly didn’t help his case that the second you pressed the panic button, the audio from the room was fed into the small earpiece Chris wore. He could see and hear everything. 

Though knowing Chris, he didn’t give himself a second to view the footage from the camera. The second he knew you were in danger, he came running. 

The proof was in the way his chest heaved and the way his carotid pulsed angrily under the tattooed skin on his neck. He was protective of all the girls here at Dice, but your name tattooed on his skin meant something, and he would destroy anything in his path to make sure you were safe and okay. 

Asshole threw his hands up in the air as he stood, a small laugh bursting through your lips as his hands trembled. Your eyes dropped to his crotch momentarily, half expecting to find it wet by the way he shook in front of you. 

Not so tough now, are we?

“I– I– I wasn’t doing anything. Swear!” 

Chris rolled his eyes, the muscles in his jaw rippling as he fought to keep his cool. “We’re alone? No cameras. My word against yours?” He echoed the same words this man had just spewed with confidence only a moment ago. 

You watched as his Adam's apple bobbed, his lips opening and closing as he frantically tried to come up with a way out of this. “Look– I mean-” 

“No,” Chris interrupted his sputtering, stepping into the room further. Large, tattooed fingers clenched into a fist before relaxing again. “I’m one shitty explanation away from beating the shit out of you. So whatever you’re going to say, make it good.” 

You relaxed, leaning against the wall with raised eyebrows, waiting to hear whatever bullshit excuse he was concocting in his head. 

“I’m sorry,” Frat Boy whispered, shifting his eyes over to you. “I’m sorry.” 

Chris rolled his eyes, his muscles softening as he made his way over to you. His index finger lifted your chin, forcing your eyes away from the cowering asshole to the man who owned your heart. “You okay?” 

“I could’ve taken him, but I just got my nails done.” You winked, smiling softly. He had a way of reading you that even you couldn’t understand. So despite the fact that you were brushing this off, he could probably tell you were a little shaken up. 

It wasn’t always easy for Chris to see you working the floor or performing on stage, but he had learned over the years just how passionate you were about dancing and he would never ask you to stop over his own jealous feelings. He was confident in your love for him and never questioned how you felt. But he could never quite control his emotions in a situation like this. 

Anyone that messed with you had Chris seeing red. And you’d be lying if you said you didn’t love it. 

“I know, baby,” He grinned. “Stay put, I’ll be back in a second.” 

You nodded, and Chris’s finger dropped from your chin as he turned around, shielding you with his body. 

Chris had his back turned for less than thirty seconds and this guy was back to running his mouth. “Isn’t it bad practice to fuck your own girls?” He snapped. “It’s like a drug dealer. You don’t get high on your own supply.” 

His body stiffened, his back straightening as he reached out, snagging him by his collar. “You know what’s bad practice? Running your fucking mouth, asshole.” Chris shoved him into the wall by the door. “Reach into your wallet and tip my girl before I kick your fucking ass,” He growled. 

Asshole trembled in his grip, a shaky hand reaching down and pulling his wallet from his pocket. He thumbed through a few hundred dollar bills before holding them out to you. “There.” 

Chris shoved him against the wall again. “Say. Thank you."

“Thank you,” he said quietly, avoiding your amused gaze.

You snatched the money from his hand, shoving it into your bra. “My pleasure.” 

You could tell he was resisting the urge to mouth off, probably not used to being told no or put into his place. For good measure, you winked as Chris dragged him from the room by his shirt. 

Doing as you were told, you sat on the velvet couch, crossing your legs, and picking at your cuticles while you waited for Chris to return. Normally, you loved working long hours, but Chris’s protectiveness always stirred something deep in your belly and you wanted nothing more than to clock out and drag him home by his belt loops. 

Unfortunately, you didn’t get off until three and if you were here, Chris was here. 

A few minutes later, he appeared in the doorway again, his eyes raking over your body. “You sure you’re okay?” 

You nodded, standing and making your way over to him. “I’m okay.” 

Large hands gripped the barely covered skin on your hips, pulling you into his body. Chris slid his hands around to cup your ass, kneading the soft flesh in his hands. “Positive?” 

You raised your hands, snaking them around his neck. “Positive.” 

His blue eyes softened as he did a slow perusal of your face like he was looking for a lie. “We can go if you want.” 

“Baby, I’m okay. Really. Just another entitled frat boy,” you shrugged. “Comes with the territory.” 

Chris’s eyes darkened. “It shouldn’t.”

“I agree.” You smiled softly. 

After a deep sigh, Chris released you from his grip. “Alright,” he maneuvered the two of you so you were in front of him as you walked out of the small, private room, “Get back to work.” 

You yelped as his hand smacked against your ass, his lips stretching into a devastating grin. “Love you, baby girl.” 

You smiled and made your way down the hall, back to the main floor of the club, swaying your hips just enough to hold his attention and torture his mind for the rest of the night as you walked away. The neon pink thong you wore left little to the imagination. “Love you, too!” You called over your shoulder, shooting him a wink and laughing at the pained expression on his face. 

He was in for a long night.

I think all my little brain cells are dead from studying send Chris fluff plz

Bed. Now.

A/N: As you wish. Good luck to all my girlies in finals week, drink water, take a shower, brush your teeth and remember you're not going to do your best if you're not rested!! Go to bed. It will be still be there when you wake up in the morning.

You typed away aggressive on the keys. Only stopping to sip your Red bull, your eyes tired and sore as you rubbed away signs of fatigue. Your music played loudly through your noise cancelling headphones meaning you did notice Chris sneak into the study and stand in front of you until your laptop screen closed with a thud, merely missing your fingertips. 

  “Hey!’ you yelped, pulling off your headphones.

  “Bed. Now.” He said sternly, holding out his hand for you to take.

“I’m almost done, it’s due tomorrow night.”  

“It won’t be any good if you don’t sleep.”  

You sulked at him from your seat, leaning back and rubbing your eyes with a heavy sigh.

  “Baby please its almost 12:30, Dodge and I can’t go to bed without you.”  

You looked down to your left at the pup who had just appeared at your side. Whining a little as he placed his head on your lap. 

You smiled at him, scratching the spot behind his ear. “Did Daddy pull you into this huh? Turning you against me?”

  “Tomorrow morning first thing you can come back, I’ll even make you pancakes and coffee.”

  “Really?” Your eyes perked up at the promise of breakfast

  “Yes.”

  “Are you gonna burn them?”

  “I will do my best not to now come on Y/N, please?” his hand still stretched out, shaking a bit for emphasis. 

  “Fine.” You let him pull you up by your arms. His arms instantly wrapping around you. 

  “You’re too hard on yourself.”

  “I need a good grade Chris!”

  “And you will get one… tomorrow.” He looked down on you, his arms still firm around your waist. 

  You walked towards the bedroom, Dodger running around ahead lion in tow, your arms wrapped around Chris’ arm as he led you to bed. 

  The covers already opened for your impeding arrival, herbal tea on your bedside table with steam still coming from it. 

  “You weren’t going to let me finish, were you?”

  “Nope.” He popped the P placing you down on the bed. 

  “Yeah, well my blood is 80% redbull now so doubt I will be falling asleep easily.”

“That’s fine as long as you’re relaxing.”

He settled in next you, his arm stretching out for you to cuddle against his chest. Remote in the other hand putting on some random movie.  

  You sipped your tea contently against his chest. 

  “Happy?” 

  “Very.”

  “Good.” He kissed your forehead, hand softly stroking your hair. 

“I’m serious you know?”

“About what?”

“You’re going to burn yourself out.” 

“It’s finals week!”

“That doesn’t mean the world stops and neither should you. I can’t watch you lock yourself in the study for 15 hours a day, chugging redbulls and not eating. It’s not healthy sweetheart.”

  “I know but it’s almost over.” 

  “I’m proud of how hard you work but you need to take care of yourself.”

  “And why would I do that when I have you?” 

“Fair enough but that means you have to start listening.”

“Or what?” You challenged playfully. 

“You want to find out?” His eyebrows rose as he looked down on you, his tongue peaked out, sinister thoughts running through his mind. 

 “Come here you little overachiever.” Suddenly he was on top of you, hands snaking under your shirt, trailing up and down your torso in a tickling motion. Head immediately joining his hands under your shirt, blowing raspberries on your stomach.

You squealed in delight at the sudden tickle attack.

  “Chris… stop… stop!! I’m gonna pee!” 

His head came back over your shirt pulling the fabric down, face now desperately close to yours, leaning down to kiss your lips tenderly. 

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How I really am:

Y’all put a TW for language…

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Ok so it’s Christmas Eve… Merry Chrysler!!

I’m dragging myself and 2 bags of presents solely for my nieces (my queens) to my moms house for another torturous Christmas 🥰

But I’m also bringing my laptop cause I have 10+ requests and 6 hours of travel so might as well write for my girlies. I won’t have all the requests done before the new year but I’m not leaving you guys hanging!

So, if you’re wondering “where is my request did that bitch Clover blank me?” No! It’s coming! I’m just slow and old!

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Update: omg I’m so sorry I used my brain and actually figured out what that was. I am sorry lovelies I will get to writing soon just need a little inspiration and a big sleep 🍀🥰