How I Really Am:

Hi. Sorry for asking this again. When do you post Nick Vaughan series?

Haven’t posted it yet and its cause I haven’t even started! I’ve been so busy and exhausted and I’m going on holiday soon so it’s a lot going on. I’m sorry!! I’m working on it 💕🍀

No One Disrespects Chris’s Girl

Summary: Your Chris’s girlfriend and an interviewer talks smack about you.

WARNINGS: Swearing, big mad Chrissy, little angst, protective Chris

A/N: Something about Chris in protective mode makes me... hmmm... you’ll see. 

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

Chris settled himself into the director’s chair as an assistant came over to adjust his mic. 

He was doing press rounds his new movie, and it was his last interview for the day. So far, he had really appreciated some of the questions asked about the movie and his future projects and enjoyed catching up with journalists he had worked with before. But he was eager to get home into bed with you. 

 You preferred your privacy so besides the casual question as to how you were doing, journalists were warned to not venture into asking about your life or your relationship with Chris well before the interview began.

 Chris was getting the run down from Meg, this was a new journalist who Chris hadn’t worked with previously, an online gossip blog called GoFlow, that presented their interviews in video form via YouTube....  blah… blah... Seemed sound enough, nothing Chris hadn’t done before. He was expecting the 20 minutes interview block to go by smoothly, answer some of the questions he had already received with a slight variation, get a photo for their blog, maybe even sign a t-shirt for someone’s nephew and what not. These things were usually very straight forward. 

 It was 10 minutes after 4 and the new guy was already late. It isn’t a great look, but Chris was patient and was happy to go overschedule to get the blog what they needed. 

 In came, came the journalist, talking obnoxiously on the phone in the corner of the room.

 “Yeah bro, I’m interviewing Captain America… its sick! I bet I could get him to come to boys’ night. Holy shit imagines the chicks we’d pull... alright yeah bro I gotta go do this interview I’ll call you back.” 

 Chris looked over to Megan, mouthing ‘what the fuck’ she just shook her head in disappointment making a mental note to blacklist them if this gets any worse. 

 Chris was a little taken back by the brashness of not only taking a phone call from your buddy when you’re 10 minutes late to your job but also to talk so loudly about going for drinks with a guy you haven’t met and using him to pick up chicks? 

 Fuck me. 

 He realised then and there that this guy was not gonna be easy to work with even if it was just for the next 20 minutes. 

 “Hey Chris! Buddy, big fan of your work, I’m Miles, let’s get this started shall we.” 

 Chris offered him a polite handshake “Nice to meet you, Miles.” Not. 

 The red dot on the camera facing the two across from each other, started blinking, signaling it was rolling.

 It started off ok, yeah, he asked the basic questions about filming with said co-star and what training Chris had to go for to pull of stunts etc. But Chris, being the professional he is, hid his tiredness, putting on a smile for the camera, and answered the questions charmingly and honestly. 

 “So, Chris, you’ve been with your girlfriend y/n for 2 years now, correct?”

 “Yeah, I have she’s amazing, couldn’t ask for anyone better to have by my side.”

 Hoping that was the end of it. 

 “From the little info you two have shared with the public it seems she has a regular job that’s got to be kind of different from yours huh?”

 Chris was getting a little agitated about the questions regarding you. Not because he didn’t like talking about you just the fact, he referred to your job as “regular”. Sure, you worked a 9-5 but the work you did for the community was far from ordinary and inspired him daily. 

 “I wouldn’t say she has a regular job per say, yes our jobs are different but she’s just as a passionate and hardworking in her incredible role at (insert organisation) as I am about acting, she does amazing work and I’m incredibly proud of her.”

 “Do you ever question her intentions? I mean it seems like she doesn’t earn a lot of money and it’s probably very convenient for someone like her to shack up with a moneybag like yourself? It’s also interesting you chose her compared to some of the models you have dated in the past. I don’t know about you, but I’d take the model over the chubby normie any day ya know? ha ha.”

 Chris saw red. 

 How dare this guy shows up late and then insult the women he loves to not only suggest she’s using him for money but to call his beautiful partner, “chubby”? How you looked was none of this guy’s fucking business, to compare you to his exes who were exes for a reason was unreasonable. Any suggestion you were a gold-digger was also absolutely ridiculous since you hated Chris spending money on you without reason. You worked hard day in, day out for the things you have and never asked Chris for a dime. 

 “Go fuck yourself.”

 “Ummm excuse me?”

 “You heard me, go fuck yourself. How fucking dare, you show up late, regurgitate basic ass questions and then go onto insult the woman I love.” 

 Chris got up from his seat, ripping off the mic and looming over Miles, a member of his team came forwards lousily placing an arm in between Chris and the douchebag journalist.

 “Ya know its assholes like you I’d take a lot of pleasure in beating the fuck up.” His thick Boston accent prominent in every word he spat. His finger firmly pointed towards the journalist’s throat. 

 The journalist went mute in his seat holding his hands up in defence, practically shivering with fear as to what the 6ft jacked actor was going to do to him. 

 Chris quickly exited the room before he caught a felony for laying his hands on the guy.  

 Chris didn’t tell you what happened in the interview. But he didn’t need to because shortly after someone leaked the clip. 

 The internet went nuts in Chris’s favour. 

 “Chris Evans defends partner against arrogant journalist”   “SWOON ALERT: Chris Evans gets BIG MAD”   “Miles Darcy FIRED after Chris Evans interview stunt”   “101 Reasons Chris Evans is every woman’s dream man staring with his infamous interview in which he defends his girlfriend”   “Don’t F*ck with Chris Evans”   “Chris Evans calls out sexist remarks made against girlfriend”

 While press was good, your main concern was how this reflected on Chris’s image.

 Sat in your shared living room, looking up from your phone as you scrolled through the endless articles on the interview. You looked up at your boyfriend who was pacing the room. Still furious at the comments. 

 “You didn’t have to defend me you know.”

 “I didn’t have to DEFEND you!? Y/N when an asshole says shit about you TO MY FACE, there’s no way in fucking hell, I’m going to sit there and treat em with kindness.”

 “Yeah, I know baby, but you threatened him… on camera!”

 “And you know what? I’d do it again. Nothing and I mean nothing is more important to me then you and my family. You are my family. And no one, especially not some scummy asshole journalist is going to get away with saying that shit about you. It is my job… you get me? MY JOB to protect you.”

 You sighed. He was right. Maybe his approach was extreme, but Chris was stubborn and this time he was stubborn for good reason. The guy was a fucking asshole. 

 You walked towards him, closing the space between you both. Wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down towards your chest. He instantly tightened his grip around you and you could feel him ease into your hug with a heavy sigh.

 “Thank you for defending me.” You whispered into his head. 

 “I’m sorry for yelling but yeah, I don’t regret doing it. And if I ever saw that asshole again, I swear to-”

 “I know.” Pressing your finger to his lips to silence him. You moved him to look at you.  “I know.” Nodding your head for emphasis.

 “I love that about you… the way you’d drop anything to save me, or in this case go absolutely ape shit to defend my honour. And that’s why you’re my real-life superhero, baby.” Your fingers now cupping his jaw.

  And… it was pretty hot watching you get mad at him with your ole boston accent.” You smiled at your protector.

 “God, I love you.” He shook his head leaning down to kiss you. 

oh my gawd!!! I miss you so much!!! Question, i know you got the ick but will you only write CE'S characters only

First sooo much love made me think of this

If ya know ya know…

I’m going through a period of separating a persons public persona from who they are and their actions. It’s a huge comfort having videos of him from 2013/2014 and I don’t think anyone is too far from redemption.

So in saying that, no but I’m still not ready to write yet. Thank you for your patience 💕💕

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

Bubba

A/N: Dad Chris kills me. Enjoy 💕☘️

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

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

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

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

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

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

You pulled out the plastic wrapped test from behind you. 

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

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

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

“How you feeling?”

“Pretty good, you?”

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

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

“Dodger… where are you buddy?”

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

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

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

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

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

“No way.” He whispered.

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

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

“You’re pregnant.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Can't Believe They're Real

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

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

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

“That dress.”

“What about you it?”

“Your tits.” 

“You’re obsessed.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Go lie down on the bed.”

He slapped your ass, guiding you to the bed. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

You boobs glistening in the light of your bedside table. 

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

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

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

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

“Oh my god Chris!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Possibly the Best

Pairing: Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Summary: Andy accidentally falls asleep before you on your wedding night.

Warnings: None

Word count: ~700

a/n: Back on my Andy bullshit (jk I was never off it) 🫶

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Finally making it to the door of your suite, it feels like you can't find your keycard fast enough. Who knew you could shove so much shit into a tiny clutch on your wedding day.

All you can think about as you eventually hold it up to the lock is getting out of your dress. It wasn't until you got on the elevator a few minutes ago that you had the chance to realize how uncomfortable you are, wanting nothing more than to take a deep breath after all day without the tight material constricting you.

There's also your husband though... Maybe he's the one thing you want more than that.

He was able to sneak away a couple minutes earlier than you as your goodnights to your lingering family dragged on.

He left with a teasing whisper in your ear, telling you he'd be waiting and ready for you once you finally made it up.

But walking into the room, you’re not met by him. It’s quiet as you look around. You expected him to be at the door, waiting impatiently for the moment to have you alone for the first time today.

“Andy,” you call out without a response.

It's faint snores that finally get your attention as you tiptoe closer to the bedroom. You let out a quiet laugh seeing him on the bed, sleeping in his tux. You can tell he didn't mean to doze off if he made no effort to actually get comfortable.

Dropping your purse and your shoes–that you rid yourself of hours ago–onto the floor, you silently make your way to the side of the bed. Leaning over him, you can tell he's already beginning to stir, but you press a soft kiss to the corner of his lips.

“Babe,” you whisper.

Peeking an eye open, his initial reaction is to sit up, but you're in his way.

“Oh shit.” His words turn into a yawn. “Baby–”

“It’s okay,” you laugh, keeping a hand on his chest to let him stay laying there as you sit on the edge of the bed next to him.

“I just sat down for a breather.” He rests a hand on top of yours, rubbing his eyes with his other. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you promise, shooting him a faux stern look for having to repeat yourself. “We don't have to do anything, but you have to help me out of my dress.”

He chuckles at the exasperated groan you let out as you muster the energy to stand up, tugging on his hand to bring him up to sit behind you.

“Well, what the–” He laughs a little and you feel his fingers running along the center of your back. “Where the hell is the zipper?”

“It’s an invisible zipper, Andy,” you sigh, restless as you stand between his legs. “I would have left you sleep, but I'm trapped in this thing without you.”

“Oh, there we go,” he says softly, seamlessly pulling it down once he finds it.

You don't even take the dress all the way off, collapsing on his lap with a breath of relief from just the zipper being undone.

“You're such a good husband,” you tease, tapping his cheek with your hand, giving him a quick kiss before laying your head on his shoulder.

“It’s only been eight hours,” he snorts.

“A good eight hours.”

“Yeah it was,” he smiles. “Possibly the best. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

The silence you share is welcome after all day. It felt like every time you tried to enjoy a moment together, there were eyes on you or it wasn't long until you were pulled in opposite directions by your drunk friends.

Thinking about it, you instinctively hold him tighter.

“Is there anything else I can do for you, dear wife?”

You shake your head the best you can as you nestle your face closer to his neck. “No.”

“Then come here.” He lays back, pulling you down with him so you’re on top of him. The movement takes you by surprise, eliciting a yelp from you. “I'll show you what I was waiting for.”

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i was reading again and want to say well done. all parts are very well written. love the conversation in part two. any plan for writing for those two more?

Hey lovely! Which story is this 💕

Hehehe you buy velvet legging hehehe but you’re in public ish so no smutt can he keep his hands off your leggings?

Tik Tok Leggings

A/N: The thought of velvet.. on my skin is just 🤢 so instead we are doing those Amazon leggings, I know you wont complain you love me too much xo 💕☘️

“Y/N! Let’s go” Chris called up the stairs at you as he waited and fastened Dodger’s leash to his collar.

You came thumping down the stairs, holding your poorly supported chest, covered in a simple V-neck tee. Chris looked up at you, but his eyes didn’t leave your legs. You had been together for a while meaning Chris knew every single item in your closet but the leggings you had on, he was sure he had never seen before.

The fabric wrapped around your thighs tightly, the waistband was the firm back support you needed, coming up over your hips snuggly, meaning you didn’t have to be constantly pulling up your pants and the skin-tight fabric sat comfortably on your skin.

“Oh, wait my phone!” You stopped in the middle of stairs, making your way back. Chris eyes widened at the sight of the ass shaping leggings, perfectly curving inwards onto your crack, shaping the two wide cheeks and giving you false Brazilian Butt Lift. Chris had seen your ass many times, in different angles and leggings and skirts and dresses but he had never seen it like this before. Goddamn Amazon.

You came back down moments later, he had dropped Dodger’s leash and his mouth hang agape as he watched you, tongue threatening to spill past his lips as he dragged it against the inner part of his curved, bottom lip. Eyes wide and dark like dinner plates.

“What?” You looked at him quizzically.

“Those... um... leggings.. they new?” he stuttered out with a gulp.

“Oh these” You turned your hips slightly towards, allowing him a new angle to ogle you at.

“Yeah Amazon, I saw them online and they’re super comfortable… do they look ok?” You crooked your head a little, trying to reach an answer to his dumbstruck face.

Chris just simply nodded hastily, reaching down to grab the leash off the floor, that had landed close to your feet. He noses pressed briefly against your hips before you jolted down.

“I got it!” Dodger moved behind you, forcing you to bend over in front of Chris, turning your body and presenting your ass towards him. That was it.

“We aren’t going.” He said sternly.

“What? No, we are, Dodge needs a walk, and you promised me coffee.” You pouted, lifting the leash into your hand and bypassing Chris towards the front door.

“Snap out of whatever is with you right now you’re being weird.” You huffed, letting Dodger lead you outside.

Chris groaned, biting his knuckles, and rolling his eyes into the back of his head. Knowing the next hour was going to be torturous.

He walked a couple of steps behind you, admiring the view of your ass, every step caused a ripple of jiggle as you walked side by side with Dodger. He was hypnotised, worried he’d trip if he didn’t keep a steady conscious right now.  

Chris jogged a little to catch up to you both, his hand falling to your lower back innocently as you bypassed neighbours and strangers going about their day.

Slowly as you walked, with his head looking back slightly to get a view, would his hand fall incriminating lower, feeling the fabric against his palm as he softly patted the round of your ass, smoothing over your left cheek.

“What are you doing?” You stopped in the street.

“The leggings.” He growled.

“Yes, leggings, they’re leggings Christopher.”

“Yeah, well these leggings look like a second skin on you, and I don’t know what it is, but I have this relentless need to bite your ass and then rip the fabric off.”  

Now it was your turn to be shocked.

“Really? Is it that bad omg that’s embarrassing.”

“It’s far from embarrassing baby.”

“Chris the paps could be anywhere you have to be careful.”

“Yeah, I know but just give me one squeeze and I’ll try and keep it PG for the rest of walk.”

You rolled your eyes “Fine.”

His hand immediately glided towards your waist, inching his way to the thick, prominent mound that was your ass cheek, taking as much mass as he could in his hands, he gave a rough squeeze, palming the skin in his hand a little, forcing it to jiggle up and down. His breathe ragged against your cheek as he watched his hand rhythmically play with you over your shoulder. “Jesus Christ have mercy.” He breathed out.

“Ok ok.” You pushed him back.

“Y/N, can we please go home now?” He was begging at this point, and you could see the slight straining bulge under his workout shorts.

You rolled your eyes “Ok ok but you have to make me a coffee.”

“I’m buying you a new pair.” He looked at you, not a hint of humour in his voice.

“Why? They’re brand new!”

“You’ll see. Heck, I’ll buy you a pair in every colour. Throw out everything else you own.” He was smirking now.

“You’re an animal.” You rolled your eyes.

“Baby you haven’t even see the worst of what I’m about to do to you.” His whispered in your ear, handing stealing another squeeze as you made your way back to the house.

High Off You

A/N: Ok so not a day goes by I dont think of this quote:

I dont think it’s talked about enough that my our little ray of sunshine use to smoke. Makes me love him a little more! So this is for my stoner girlies... I see you!

WARNINGS: Mentions of weed, being high

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

Chris took a drag of the rolled-up joint, placing it back on the ashtray beside him. Blowing the smoke into your mouth like he always did, placing a wet open kiss to your mouth sealing the smoke between you two.

You loved this time of year, when Chris had ceased all commitments for the year, and you took time off work for the holidays. You had a decent week between both of you finishing up for the year and when the chaos of the festive season started so you’d always take time for you two. With no responsibilities and nowhere to be, you’d both go to his LA home and lock yourselves inside, spending the majority of the time reconnecting and occasionally, such as nights like this, getting baked on that sweet Californian green. It made you both feel younger and meant for many funny, giggling nights wrapped up in each other’s arms.

The intimate moment was promptly ruined though when Chris barked with a jolt;

“I got it! I’m the George Clooney!”

“You’re what?” Your eyes squint in confusion as you tilt your head to look at your boyfriend more clearly.

“Like the George Clooney effect that’s me!”

“Explain” you went back to laying on his chest, eyes looking up at the starry night.

“Ok so older guys settle down...”

“You’re not old”

“I’m older than you by 10+ years.”

“You don’t act it.”

“Shhh baby let me finish.” He placed his hand over your mouth lazily.

“So older guys like me who people think are a player…”

“Think? Are.” You mumbled under his hand.

“Shhh I’m talking here!” His Boston accent was thick as he playfully hushed you. He tried to be serious, but the giggle threatened through his voice.

“Eventually… ya know… settle down with an educated, independent, success, BEAUTIFUL woman who just happens to be younger than them.”

“Are you saying you’re like George Clooney?” You snorted

“I’m saying you’re my Amal Clooney baby.” He nuzzled his beard into your neck.

“Ok I like that.”

“It’s true, I got lucky with youuuu.” He pursed his lips, looking at you with bloodshot eyes.

“You’re high baby.”

“So are you.” He giggled

“Yeah I am.” Your giggles soon turned into a fit of laughter.

“You know what we should do?” He cupped his hand around your ear, whispering into it. Even though it was just you two on the porch. Cuddled under a singular blanket on the outdoor couch, lit up by artificial light as you watched the stars.

“Make popcorn and go watch Fantasia.” You bit your lip up at him.

“I wasn’t gonna suggest that but it’s a way better idea than what I was thinking.”

“What were you thinking?”

“We go for a walk around the block.”

“Chris, we did that an hour ago…”

“Was that an hour ago? Did we actually? Well… what if somethings changed?”

“In an hour…?”

“You don’t know Y/N, you just don’t.” He put on a serious tone to the ridiculous suggestion which made you burst out laughing.

“Yeah, no you’re right maybe in the hour since we last walked around, a new owl has appeared.” You got up from his arms and started to make you way inside.

“Ya never know!” He quickly followed up behind you. You got up too fast and suddenly realised the effects of the drug had hit you more than you expected. Wobbling slightly, you almost fell before Chris caught you in his arms, quick on your step.

“Easy girl.”

“Omg why is the floor moving!”

“It’s not your just stoned out of your mind… come on take my arm.” You wrapped both of your hands around his large bicep as he eased you through the back door back into the house, closing it behind you two. You looked like a storybook witch wrapped up in the tartan blanket.

“Ok popcorn.” Chris clapped his hands together as you made your way into the kitchen. You sat on the bench seat and watched as Chris just stared mindlessly into the pantry.

“Bottom shelf.”

“I know I just forgot how much food we have… holy shit… Y/N.. have you seen this?”

“Chris!”

“Yeah sorry sorry but wow what a nice pantry.” He shook his head in disbelief, dopey smile planted on his face as he bent down to grab the popcorn.

You watched as he slowly and methodically read the instructions on the packet, rubbing his face a few times to focus on the task.

“Do you need help?” You looked at him

“No it’s fine, don’t get up, but just quickly, does it matter which way I put it in? Like will the kernels get confused?”

You sniggered at the insinuation that kernels get “confused” and the way his words kind of slurred when he spoke

“Turn it over.”

He turned it over still looking at you for clarification

“What does it say in big red letters?”

Chris moved the packet around a couple times bringing it closer to his face, inspecting the writing “This.. way… up.”

He looked up at you with a smirk “God you’re so smart baby.” Leaning over to kiss you on the forehead. He put in the microwave and grabbed his phone, putting on music as he waited for it to pop.

Chris loved to put on 70s disco when he was high so when he landed on Young Hearts Run Free you couldn’t stop laughing at his ridiculous yet shockingly good dance moves as he mouthed the words and put on a little show for you.

You got up and decided to join him as he took you in his arms, doing exaggerated spins, turns and hip thrusts into your direction. Grabbing you close when you tried to move away, holding you back against his chest as he swayed you in front of the microwave, leaving wet sloppy kisses on your neck.

“Chris… stop! It tickles!” You laughed, reflexes forcing your chin into your neck as you felt the vibrations of his laugh on your shoulder.

Once your little dance party was over and you had settled on the couch, exaggerating your annoyance at the fact that you had to go back to sharing your makeshift witch’s cloak. Chris turned on Fantasia.

“Come closer.” He cooed.

“Chris I’m right here.”

“Yeah, but I want you on top of me.” He groaned like a disgruntled toddler.

“Fine!” You moved your hips onto his lap, leaning back into his chest.

“Besides you get paranoid and hit the ceiling at the scary part.”

You instantly froze in his arms “omg I forgot about that part.”

Chris laughed “How do you forget, last time we did this you hid under the blanket and cried TURN IT OFF! TURN IT OFF!” He was full belly laughing now reminiscing at the memory.

“And you just laughed! It is scary! With the fire and the weird bat thing!”

“Y/N… it’s a fucking DISNEY movie!” He was wheezing at this point, his whole body laughing, threatening the stability of your position on his lap but he was quick to keep the strong grip of his arm around your waist.

“Ok ok… hahahaha… god… that’s… ok… fine we’ll watch something else.” The remote still in his hands as he backspaced the search.

“Let’s say it together on 3.” You turned to look at him.

“We are both gonna say the same thing aren’t we?” He quirked an eyebrow up, eyeing you with a smirk.

“You’re definitely thinking what I’m thinking.”  Your eyes widened, flipping yourself over so your hands lay on his chest and you’re face to face.

“3” he said

“2” you said

“1… Rick and Morty” you said in unison

“God this is why I’m gonna marry you, holy shit!” He laughed, his head falling back.

You woke up to the sound of birds chirping. You and Chris still on the couch, popcorn kernels spread amongst you both as he snored peacefully, grip lazily on your back as you noticed the small patch of drool on his shirt from you, and Netflix asking if you are still watching. Realising you had fallen asleep on the couch in a high haze, you shut off the TV and went back to cuddling your boyfriend, who instinctively kissed your forehead and pulled you closer towards him.  

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

Chris Evans | NSFW Alphabet

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

F = Favorite position (This goes without saying)

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

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

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

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

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

We love The Captain.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

J = Jack off (Masturbation head canon)

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

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

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

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

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

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

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

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

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

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

Seeing you wear his clothes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

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

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

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

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

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

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

W = Wild Card (A random headcanon)

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

He’s not putting his head down there though.

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

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

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

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

Pretty fucking high… but not to exhaustion.

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

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep)

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