Nick Vaughan X Reader Series

All Worth It

Summary: Curvy!Reader (normal) and Chris Evans are about to go public with their relationship. Ends with a very cute trip. 

WARNING: Anxious gorl, Fluff 

A/N: This imagine wouldnt be possible without the encouraging bullying push from @royalwriteroftheuniverse​ 💕

You sat in the conference room and took a long gulp of the hot tea in your hand sighing at the taste. Readjusting your glasses as you scanned the agenda in front of you. 

 RELATIONSHIP LAUNCH

Chris Evans X Y/FN Y/LN

 “Jesus.” You thought to yourself, who’s the unlucky fucker who had to write this. You were familiar with meeting agendas and some of the terms; release dates, public statements, media releases, security personnel but the context of this being in regard to you going public with your relationship with a guy you met a work event and who just so happens to be a movie star was bizarre to you. 

 Before you second guessed your choices in men and how you ended up in a room with publicists, marketers and social media experts, said movie star pulled the chair out next to you, his hand automatically on your knee to stop it jiggling. He leaned in close, pushing a strand of hair past your ear, 

 “Relax we’ll be in and out in no time.” The words instantly calmed you as you caught his quick wink.

 You took a deep breath as everyone got settled around the table. 

 Chris honestly couldn’t give a shit about what anyone thought, and he found the whole thing equally annoying. Sure, it wasn’t his first time in this room, with a beautiful woman next to him. But in all those times before they were just as comfortable with it. 

 He knew you weren’t used to it, he hated this was needed but he wanted to use all the resources he had to make sure you were safe and didn’t see one single nasty comment. He didn’t want to lose you to the circus that was his life and he wanted this to be the last time he ever sat in one of these meetings.

 He was calm yet tense, you watched the way his jaw would tighten when his publicist mentioned backlash by fans, his hand would grab you a little tighter and he always made sure to give you a sympathetic smile. 

 He was constantly stealing gazes at you as you slipped your takeaway cup of tea, nodding and acknowledging the reality of the situation. 

 After the meeting a couple of things came out. 

 Every social media you ever had was cleaned of photos of you; drunk on a night out, heels in hand, throwing up into a public trashcan… for obvious reasons.

All social medias were private so only your closest friends and family could see – fine you had no ambition of being an influencer. 

Searching your name up on the internet is now banned – you could live with that.

 You didn’t really care about any of it you just wanted to go home. 

 You both wanted the launch to be somewhat organic so at Chris’s insistence he’d post a photo on his Instagram and twitter with a simple caption. You’d approve the photo of course. 

 You never thought an Instagram post would be given the same gravity as unleashing a missile but slowly you grew to understand the reach Chris had. 

 Chris prepared his statement. Simple yet straight to the point.

 I have been so lucky to find someone who makes me incredibly happy and challenges me every day to be a better person. For years, I have wanted and love like this and I’m happy to say I have found it. She’s amazing and brings out the best in me. I hope over time my fans can get to know and love her like I have.

For now, I ask that you give us privacy during this time as we navigate what life looks like now for both of us. I ask that you give her the respect and kindness she deserves. Thank you. 

 It was good. Really good. And it made you blush like crazy. 

 After he finished reading and put away his phone, he turned to you

 “Happy with that?”

 You nodded contently. 

 He leaned into your ear “If you want, I can put in the part about that thing you do with your tongue when you’re…” 

 “Stop. It.” You grabbed his chin and gave him a stern look. He poked his tongue out in jest. 

 ------------ ARRIVING HOME ------------------

You finally got through the front door and beamed as Dodger ran up to your feet. Chris dropped his keys in the bowl and turned to you pulling you close by your waist.

 “It’s done” he kissed your forehead, then rested his on yours. 

 “Did you take time off from work like I asked?”

 Y/N: “2 weeks from today” you beamed at him. 

 C: “Good. Pack for cold weather we have to be at the airport in 2 hours.” He pecked your forehead and turned away.

 “It’s a surprise you’ll see!” he called as he jogged up the stairs hoping that would prevent answering what was sure to be an onslaught of questions.

  You stood there, mouth agape, shaking your head with a scoff. Whatever, you needed a holiday. 

 ------------LEAVING THE PLANE ------------

 You followed Chris as his hand held yours tightly, you gripped your other on his forearm, trying to steal his warmth as you walked across the tarmac towards the car.  Dodger walked in front of you both, tail high just happy to be involved. You thanked the staff who loaded your bags into the trunk, Chris opened the passenger door guiding you onto the heated seat and placing a blanket on your lap for good measures, he smiled as he tucked the tartan under your thighs. Dodger hopped in and settled into a fluffy cocoon at your feet. 

 “Alright, ready to go?” Chris looked over at you as he got into the driver’s seat. 

 “You going to tell me where we are going?” 

 “No but I can guarantee you’ll love it.”

 You rolled your eyes as he grabbed your hand and kissed it.   

You travelled through the night on empty roads surrounded by trees. Both your voices filled the car as you sang along to your playlist, both laughing at your inability to sing, with his hand never leaving yours even when he held it in the air as a makeshift microphone. 

 Finally, you arrived along a gravel road up to a private modern home. 

 “We’re here.” Chris exclaimed as he pulled the key out of the ignition. You were speechless as you studied the house exterior. It was modern yet cozy, with not a single house in sight for miles. Exactly what you needed. 

 “It’s a rental, in case you were wondering, but if you really love it, I’ll buy it.” He smirked.

 You slapped his chest, “Don’t be stupid… it’s not even my birthday yet.” He chuckled at your response.

 You both were kidding but you didn’t doubt he’d buy it if you wanted him to. 

  You unpacked and headed towards the shower, letting the hot water fall over your curves. You dressed in your silk pyjama set and made your way to the living room. 

The fireplace crackled, its warmth filling the whole room with Dodger settled on his bed right beside it. 

 Chris was finishing pouring the glass of your favorite white, handing it to you as his arm snaked around your waist, placing a long kiss on your lips. 

 “God, you smell good.”

 “This.” You gestured your glass around you “Is perfect. Thank you… I mean it.”

 “It wouldn’t be perfect if I didn’t have you here.” He laid soft kisses on your lips, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. 

 “Hey” he pulled out of the kiss…

 “I’m sorry for earlier, I know it’s a funny way of making a relationship official and all. But you don’t have to get used to it. I just don’t know what I’d do if something happened, or you were able to see the cruel things people on the internet say. I promise you it’ll be the last time I just wanted everything in order to keep you safe.”

 “I’m a big girl Chris… literally.” You gestured to your protruding chest “I think I can take a couple of mean comments here and there… you forget I went to an all-girls High School! I won’t even look, its whatever, I’m just happy to be here with you” 

 Chris sighed and pulled on your waist a little tighter and bowed his head. 

 His eyes had darkened “I want you to know that whatever is said about you does not reflect how I feel about you in the slightest, because my god do I love these curves” He squeezed your ass for extra emphasis. 

 You giggled in response

 “But seriously, I don’t won’t you to ever doubt how I feel about you. To me, everything you are, is exactly what I want and need. I need you baby.” 

 “I know” you arched your neck to kiss his jaw ever so softly.

 “And right now, I need you to cuddle me on the couch.” 

 “Whatever you want.” He grabbed the now half empty glass from you and placed it on the table. Then quickly yanked you over his shoulder, you squealed at the sudden jerk of your body midair.

 “Chris! I can walk!”

 “Yeah, I know but this is more fun ya know.” He said, nonchalantly, not even breaking a sweat as he carried you one handedly towards the couch. 

 With one final slap of your ass, he threw you on the couch and you landed with a thump amongst the plush pillows, giggling still at the impromptu rollercoaster ride. 

 Chris grabbed the throw blanket to your side and settled next you, draping you both in the soft material. His arm went up onto the back of the couch and like instinct you snuggled up against him. 

 He pulled you close, as the Hallmark movie played, hand lazily stroking your back. You rested your head on his chest content with the sound of his heartbeat and faint smell of cologne. It really was perfect. 

 2 weeks of uninterrupted bliss.

 “Shit I almost forgot.” 

 “What” 

 “Our photo.”

You felt ill at the thought. Suddenly, the anxiety returned and wish you could hold it off as long as possible, you loved that your relationship was for you two and you two only. 

 Chris noticed your discomfort and pulled you in as close as possible. 

 “Hey baby, it’ll be fine, they said going in hard straight off the bat was a good strategy, allows people time to sink it in. No games. I’ll post this, the mags will approach my team for comment, they’ll give them my statement and that’ll be it.”

 You gave him a weary smile. You were in the room and knew the plan but the whole thing still felt icky. 

 “Come on… we’ll have fun with it! I’ll let you choose the photo…”

 “Fine, share the screen.”

 “That’s my girl.”

 Chris pulled out his phone from under the blanket, going through his favorites, you both skimmed through the thousands of photos of you and Dodger. 

 “This one would for sure create a stir.” Chris grinned as he clicked on the photo of you sunbaking topless in his backyard. Your boobs as always sagged slightly down, and you hated the way you stomach poked out from your bikini bottom. Shielding the sun with your forearm it only really showed your beaming smile. Chris LOVED this photo. 

 “Don’t be silly what else.” 

 He went to the one he took of you walking Dodger, you could only see the back of you. Your hair in a ponytail and your ass nicely shaped by those grey Amazon leggings that Chris bought for you after he saw an ad for them. Dodger was looking up towards you as you walked down the path. You remembered that day but didn’t know Chris was taking a photo. 

 “I like that one, but you need to stop using Dodger for clout.” 

 “What do you mean… he loves the spotlight! Besides you can’t even see your face in this one it’s no good.” 

 “I don’t even know if I want them to see my face.”

 “Oh, come on, you’re beautiful besides you’re not gonna be able to walk down the red carpet with a paper bag on your head baby.” 

 “Who says I can’t?!” you mocked a shocked face making Chris give a full belly laugh.

 “I know the photo.” Chris scrolled up past the endless Dodger sleeping positions until he found it. 

 It was both of you at his mom’s house. Watching the Patriot’s Game in matching jerseys, eyes focused on the TV. You sat similarly how you were now, with Chris’s arms wrapped around you tightly, you slouched up against him. It was a great photo and perfectly incapsulated you both. You loved football. 

“You approve?” Chris looked down at you.

 “Yeah, I approve.” You pecked his lips. 

 Chris went to post it on IG, captioning it, to your dismay

 “Couples who watch football together, stay together.” 

 You cringed but had to laugh at the truthfulness. 

 “Really… you’re going to caption it that?”

 “Yeah, isn’t that like a trendy thing to say?” 

 “You’re so out of touch with the youth” you laughed at him.

 “Ok fine what do I say… this is the love of my life please be nice she’s new?” He smirked at you

 “Just do a blue heart or something! I don’t know!”

 “Does blue heart scream serious relationship though?” 

 “They’re going to question it either way why does it matter?”

 “I just want people to know ya know? Like I’m making a statement here come on!”

 “I know you like me you don’t need to profess your love on Instagram, this is just to alert the masses nothing more.”

 “Yeah, but what if...” You cut him off 

 “You’re overthinking it Cap…” 

 You only ever called him Cap to tease him, but it always worked to soften him up. 

 “Ok ok, blue heart, that’s good, you’re good at this. Ok posting in… 3… 2… 2 and a half”

 ‘Oh my God… Chris just post it already!” You groaned.

 “1!” He then quickly turned off his phone and threw it at the couch next to you. 

 You both ended up in a fit of laughter at what was probably the most thrilling Instagram you’ve ever posted. 

what about Reader been a brat and trying to embarrassed lloyd Hanson, who is trying to patient and has no choice to punish her

You're Not Sorry

Lloyd hadn’t really done anything in particular to piss you off. You just decided that you weren’t getting enough attention from the man. 

So, you felt tonight was the perfect occasion for your brand new little black dress. Also, because you told Lloyd you’d meet him at the party. His words ringing in your ear as you adjusted the position of the lace up panel to cover your bare pussy. 

“This is a very important work event for me baby, lots of important partners there so please wear something nice.”

It’s his fault really, nice is a very polarising word. You personally found this dress, nice, Lloyd on the other hand probably wouldn’t let you leave the house in it. 

Oh well, too late now. 

You made your way into the event, heels clacking against the marble stairs towards the entrance. You could feel eyes following your every move and the subsequent scoff from the wives who had caught their husbands’ eyes on your barely covered ass. 

Perfect, the dress was working. 

Grabbing a glass of champagne from the attendant, you looked for your lover amongst the group. But it was too late because his eyes had already found you, most likely following the murmurs and chokes that were let out when you finally made your way inside. 

He immediately, b-lined for you. His broad figure stood over you, his blue eyes now dark with anger,

“What the fuck are you wearing?” He seethed through clench teeth.

“You said wear something nice, this is nice.” You gestured towards your dress. Eyes innocently gazing at him.

“You look like a fucking whore.” He spat in your ear.

“Oh well.” You smirked.

“We are lea-“

“Lloyd!” He was cut off by the sudden appearance of an equally attractive man. Arguably a little older than Lloyd but no less handsome. He maintained a healthy head of salt and pepper hair, his top buttons undone, revealing a hard chest. 

“Spencer! Hi… how are you.” Lloyd stutters as he went to accept the man’s outstretched hand in a shake. 

Lloyd never stutters let alone gets intimidated by another man. Oh shit. This guy was important. Time to really turn up the heat. 

“And whose this beauty?” The man turned towards you clearly checking you out as his eyes drank in the sight of you. 

You caught a glimpse of Lloyd’s face, pure rage at this point, the vein on his forehead pulsating slightly, as sweat started to form.

“Y/N.” You outstretched your hand in which his took in his, delicately kissing it. 

“It’s a pleasure.”

“Pleasure’s all mine sir”

“Please call me Spencer.”

“Spencer.” Still holding his hand in yours.

“She was just leaving Spencer.” Lloyd eyed you, giving you a look that read “You better fucking stop it’s not funny anymore.” 

“Nonsense, I haven’t even treated her to a drink yet.”

Spencer’s eyes never let yours.

“I’d love one.”

“Well let’s not keep you waiting shall we” Spencer’s arm clasped your waist, leading you towards the bar. Leaving Llloyd to trail closely behind. 

After getting 2 martinis, Spencer led you towards a secluded seat in the back of the venue.

“Here honey, there’s no room for all of us, you’ll be more comfortable on my lap anyways.” Pulling you on top of him, your ass fell to his hardening cock. 

“So, Lloyd, about this deal.”

The men drank and negotiated, you never leaving your spot-on Spencer’s lap, toying with his tie. 

Lloyd sat across from you both, swirling his scotch, eyes never leaving you as jealousy and anger burned inside of him.

You yawned as their talk of teams and assets bored you.

“Something wrong beautiful?” Spencer turned his head to you in his lap, hand coming up to pull some hair off your face. 

“I’m just feeling a little tired, I think it’s time for my exit.”

“Great idea.” Lloyd jumped out of his seat, offering his head to you.

“It was great talking to you Spence, but I think we should save this for some time next week.”

“No agreed, it is a party after all.” He stood up from his seat, a boner presents against his dress pants. Lloyd managed to get a quick glance only furthering his anger.   

“Y/N, honey, here’s my card. Call me if you ever need anything… that is if Mr. Hansen here ever lets you out of his sight.” He eyed off Lloyd before bringing his attention back to you.

“Thank you so much for tonight, Spencer.” You slipped the card in your cleavage. He leaned down towards your ear. 

“We should do it again sometime.” He whispered, nipping your lobe lightly before pulling away. 

“Lloyd.” 

“Spencer.” The man left you both in the area alone.

You immediately went to wrap your arms around Lloyd. He pulled away, pushing you off him by your shoulders. 

“Don’t fucking touch me. Car. Now.”

Too stunned to speak you made your way outside towards Lloyd’s car. Annoyed at his sudden rejection of you. 

You couldn’t help the wetness forming between your legs at the excitement at what was to come. 

After what felt like ages of you sitting in the passenger seat. Lloyd joined you in the car, reversing out without even so much as a hi.

You drove in silence as Lloyd raced down the empty highway in his sports car. His knuckles whitening as he gripped the wheel. 

You finally arrived home, car parked out the front, his hands still on the wheel. 

“Go upstairs, get on your knees and wait.”

You made your way upstairs quickly, almost tripping in your heels as you raced up the stairs. Settling yourself on the carpeted floor, you held your hands behind your back and waited.

 2 minutes turned into 20 but you didn’t dare move a muscle, eyeing the security camera in the corner of the room.

Lloyd strolled into the room, closing the door behind him.  He swirled the old-fashioned glass in his hand, he seemed calm… too calm. Taking a gulp of the dark brown liquid. 

The silence was shortly broken as he threw it at the wall, the glass shattering on impact leaving a wet spot on the white wall.

You flinched at the sound.

“You stupid fucking slut.” He spat

Your eyes falling to the floor.

“You could have fucked up a 500-million-dollar deal in there, and you bet your ass you’re gonna pay for it sunshine.” He smirked, forcing your chin up to look him the eyes. 

He ripped his zipper down in a single motion, unbuckling his tight white pants, whipping out his harden cock.

“Open.” He grabbed your hair at the nape of your neck, pulling your hair back. You winced at the sudden pull. 

He didn’t even give you time to ease his pulsating member into your mouth, pushing himself down your throat, you gagged at this sheer size.

Letting him use your mouth to satisfy his desire to have his cock soaked with your spit and tears. 

Once has he had finished his assault on your tender mouth, a mascara and tears combination dripping down your cheeks, lipstick smeared around your mouth. 

“Good girl. Stand up.” You scrambled to your feet, wobbling slightly after so much time on your knees. He pulled you by your neck to lick the tears off your cheeks, a smear of black transferring to his tongue forcing your mouth open with his thumb and then he promptly spitting it back down your throat.

His hands ran down towards the lines on your dress, trailing his fingers down each individual string holding your dress together.

His hands grabbing the fabric on either side.

“You humiliated me.” A sudden rip had formed at the top of your dress, revealing your flushed decolletage 

“Flirted with another man in front of me.” Another rip, this one revealing your breasts as they bounced at the sudden release.

“And disobeyed me… on purpose.” The final rip, your dress now in two parts on either side of your body, you stood naked in front of him, your heat dripping at the sudden exposure of air. 

“No panties you really are a fucking whore.”

You whispered a meek sorry.

“What did you just say? Sorry? Look at you, you’re dripping with arousal, you are clearly not fucking sorry. But don’t worry you will be.” He pushed you back onto the plush mattress. 

“Turn over.”

You got into your submissive position, head in the mattress, ass high in the air. The sound of skin hitting skin filled the air. You could feel the red mark on your ass forming but not before he landed another on the other cheek. 

“Youve been such a dirty girl showing yourself off. Hope you enjoyed tonight because you will never do that again.” Another harsh slap fell onto your ass;

“Yes daddy.”

His thick tip tickled the folds of your pussy, painstakingly teasing your hole, avoiding your aching clit completely 

“Do you want this baby? You want daddy’s cock in you?”

“Yes, please daddy please I need it.”

“I know you need it, but do you deserve it.”

“No daddy but I promise I’ll be good.”

Without warning he plunged into your needy hole, starting his assault on your core;

“Do you think Spencer could fuck you this good baby?”

“No daddy.. no.. he couldn’t” Your words came out as a mumbling as you tried to focus on responding to Lloyd, eager not to prolong the orgasm longer than it will be; 

“Such a dirty slut for me. Your daddy’s slut isn’t that right baby?”

“Yes, daddy just yours, only Lloyd’s dirty little slut.”

“Good girl…” his hands smoothed over your ass as he continued to plummet into you 

“Still fucking disrespected me” he interrupted the moment of tenderness with another hard slap on your rump. 

He pulled your hair back roughly, “Twerk on my cock, make me cum.”

You immediately did what you were told, bouncing your ass onto his cock, moaning at the new angle that came with the push of your ass down to his base. 

His hands fell to your hips, gripping them roughly to help guide you onto him. 

You could feel his heavy ballsack slapping against your clit, your knees started to give at the euphoric sensation of pleasure and pain, the sting of your ass still present as continued to hit your g-spot.

You reached your hand between your legs desperate to touch your aching nib. Your hand was pulled away by a sudden jerk, your wrists now pinned behind your back. 

“Nah-uh sunshine you’re not allowed to cum.”

His hands sneaking underneath you to support your weight. Grabbing your boobs in his hands with a harsh squeeze, leaning over you to trap your arms between your back and his body. 

“Yeah, baby oh yeah daddy’s gonna cum, yeah you want daddy to put babies in you? You going to be a good cum dumpster for daddy’s load?”

“Ah huh.” You let out a groggily moan

“That’s not a fucking answer.”

“Yes, daddy please give it to me, I want it inside of me.”

“Good.” He released inside of you, his seed shooting into your pelvis, filling you up fully. 

He pulled out with a groan, and you whimpered at the loss of contact, collapsing on the mattress as cum slowly oozed out of you.

Lloyd licked his fingers, quickly shoving the creamy release back into you.

“Gotta keep it all in there.” 

“You gonna help me finish daddy?”

“I told you bad girls don’t get to cum didn’t I?”

“But Lloyd… I…”

“No, arguments or I’ll make it a week. This is your punishment now get into bed.”

You crawled upwards and under the covers, shivering at the sudden loss of warmth inside of you.

He pulled you into him,

“Maybe tomorrow if you can prove that you’ve learnt your lesson you can cum ok sunshine?”

“Ok daddy.”

“Good. Now sleep.”

You cuddled him close, trying to ignore the ache between your legs.

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Andy barber has a shy busty girlfriend, reader and one day, reader felt horny and visits Andy's office so he could fuck her.andy was busy with work, so reader decided to boob job and blow job him

Knock Knock

WARNINGS: MINORS DNI, boob job, blow job, cum, office sex

“Yeah.” He sounded dry and uninterested and you were sure your presence would change that.

Turning the knob, you slid into his office, standing in front of him in your tight navy “office” dress and black pumps. But he didn’t even look up at you until the silence lingered more than it should of and when he saw you his face fell into his hands with a sigh.

You put your hands on your hips, scoffing at his reaction.

Pressing his palms down on the oak table, he rolled out his chair and came around to you.

“Hey baby” his hands reached towards your waist, pulling you into him as he sat on the edge of the desk “it’s not a good time.”

“What do you mean it’s not a good time… look at me!” Your hands pulled away from his strong chest to gesture to your boobs.

He chuckled a little, eyes lingering on prominent cleavage “You look lovely, but I have a 500 page document of evidence I have to get through therefore it’s not a good time.”

You pouted at him running your hands along the lapels of his suit jacket. Biting your lip at the sight of him in a suit, slowly you fell to your knees

“Honey no come on get up.” You ignored his warnings as you slowly fiddled with his belt, he did nothing to stop you but looked at you with want behind his eyes.

“Don’t do this to me baby..” he groaned at you.

“You’re stressed I just wanna help.” You spoke as you undid his zipper, pulling his pants down to his ankles along with his briefs.

He signed, rubbing the wrinkles on his forehead “Go lock the door.”

You grabbed his cock in your hand feeling the weight in your hand, watching it grow thick and hard as you trailed the veins, kitty licking the tip, as you stick your tongue in the indent of his Vick desperate yo taste his salty pre cum

Laying out your tongue you took him into your mouth, letting it slide down your throat as you wrapped your lips firmly around his cock, moving around your hands to your back you slowly unzipped your top pulling down the sleeves and letting your tits fall with a sudden drop from the constraints of the fabric, never letting his cock fall from its place in your mouth.

Andy let’s out a breathy “Jesus Christ” at the sight in front of him, pulling him out of your mouth slowly with a pop so his cock slaps against your chin and bounces with its sheer mass, glistening with your saliva. Spitting on his length you wrapped as much as you could in your hand, rubbing it up and down letting a thick layer of wet marinate on his cock.

You raise your bare chest upwards, catching his cock between your large breasts, pushing them together with your hands, you sandwiched it in tightly.

Rocking back and forth on your knees you let his cock slide up and down your chest. You stuck out your tongue, letting the head graze the tip of your tongue with every thrust.

His hands threaded through your hair, pushing your chin further to your chest and supporting himself in your cleavage as he thrusted up and down, enjoying the sensation of sloppy skin against his cock. The way your tits heave up and down against his cock, you both working in unison to work towards his edge.

Getting insatiable and craving the feeling of his release, he took control slapping your hands away from your breast, taking over with his hands cupping your breasts. Roughly grabbing them in his calloused hands causing you to moan at the feeling of his touch finally on you. You leaned your head back, letting him take over as he used the crevice of your tits to chase his high.

His tip hitting your neck and thumbs grazing your nipples. The curve of his cock thrusting perfectly against the shape of your tits.

“I’m so close baby you feel so good wrapped around me.” You were panting at this point loving the way he used you for his pleasure, letting out his stresses on your body.

“Cum on my tits honey.” You purred at him. As he grasped his hand around his cock, pumping his release onto your now glistening chest.

He lurched forward, grasping your face in his hands desperate to taste you. His way of saying thank you. Gently easing you up onto your feet, still covered in his cum. He grabbed a few tissues from behind him, cleaning you up softly. “That was so good baby, God I needed that.” You chuckled softly at his praise, turning around and moving your hair away for him to zip you up. His pointer grazing the skin of your back and sealing the final zip with a soft kiss on your bare neck and turning you around to meet his face again.

Cupping your cheek and giving you a sloppy, deep kiss.

“I don’t know how I’m gonna work after this fuck.”

“Then don’t?” You toyed with his tie, tightening it back up to his top button.

He leaned backwards, pressing the intercom button.

“Hey Leanne, yeah I’m not feeling the best I’m going home cancel all my meetings.” You bit your lip, smirking at him as his hand rubbed the soft skin between your dress hem and knee.

“Let’s get out of here shall we?”

“Maybe I should come over more often.” You pondered out loud.

“No because then I’d get fired.” He grabbed his jacket off his chair slapping your ass out of the door.

Would you write a smut about Chris and virgin reader? She was waiting for the one

Hi! I got a request for this already and posted it! You can find it here. Hope you enjoy 💕😘☘️ 

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A request where Chris Evans meet Robert Downey Jr. Tomboy Little sister, reader Downey, who works as a hair stylist and make-up stylist. He asked her out but she says no. 2nd time no in a bar and third time yes during the avengers endgame is a wrap

This is a brilliant request but... I feel like it can only be done well in a series. 🧐

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Third Times A Charm: A Chris Evans X Reader Series

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Do u ever read a friend’s fic and it’s like holy shit how do you consider me qualified to talk to you?

ok i have request where after Liam Hemsworth divorced with Miley Cyrus and news spread out about it. Liam was unhappy but glad he came back to his family. One day, he was invited to his highschool reunion in a local bar where he was reunited with his ex-girlfriend, reader.

Nostalgia

A/N: OK THIS WAS MY SHIT! Thank you sooo much for this request. I have been obsessed this man since his Elephant Princess days (real ones know 😘) and its absolutely insane to me that I was flipping from Elephant Princess to Hannah Montana and never thought "Oh yeah these two will end up together." Anyways, I had this down to a T, cause southern hemisphere gal here. And because I may of gotten too into character I have provided a friendly dictionary below for clarity. ☺️

sook/having a sook: whingeing, complaining, having a tantrum but where you go all sad and sulky.

dickhead: term of endearment. Your bestmates are dickheads, you love them.

deck: Porch, veranda, that wooden flooring with no roof just outside the back of your house.

pub: bar but definitely not a club

the local: the pub, but your local pub where everyone goes. A single venue in a small town. Think Coyote Ugly...

Logies: The Australian Emmy's yet more chaotic, and an ugly little award.

Neighbours: Iconic Australian Show, like Days of Our Lives, super long and only your grandma watches it. Arguably better that American stuff though.

are just something else: A compliment, you're special.

Reckon: Like saying I think or I bet with confidence i.e. I reckon it'll rain today... ya reckon? Like saying you really think so.

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.

Liam signed switching off his phone once he landed at the airport. Ignoring the onslaught of texts and messages that arose from the TMZ article on his divorced. 

  It was never his plan to be 30, divorced and sulking back to his childhood home. Yet here he was. Craving a long hug from mum and an ice cold beer.

  “Welcome home honey”

  “Thanks mum”

 He pulled her into a tight hug making his way into the passenger seat.

  They drove in silence on the way, his head against the window looking at the familiar sights. His mum glanced worried looks at him 

  “Hey so Luke came over and told me you reunion is tomorrow night what good timing!”

  “Yeah, I know I got the email I’m not going.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because I’m 30 years old, the whole world knows about my divorce to a well-known former childhood star and my brother is fucking Thor” his snapped at her slightly at the end

  “Oh, stop being such a sook… you should go it’ll be good for you to reconnect with your roots, they always say when you don’t know which path to go down, go back to start and try again.”

  “I just don’t know if I’m up for it.”

  “You might change your mind when you know who’s going…”

  “Yeah whatever.” 

Chris laid out on the deck, letting the Australian sun warm his body, in nothing but sunglasses and board shorts he was finally getting into the grove of relaxing until a sudden jerk of his deck chair meant he was hitting the ground.

  “WHAT THE FUC-“

  “Long time no see dickhead.”

  “Holy shit! Joel!”

  Joel was Liam’s best mate from high school.

  He pulled his old friend into a bro hug.

  “Heard from your bro you were back wanted to see it for myself… you haven’t gone all LA on us have ya?”

  “Nah I haven’t.”

  “Good cause you’re coming to the pub tonight.”

  “Is that where they’re having the reunion?”

  “Great detective skills Sherlock.”

  “Nah mate can’t we just hang out here.”

  “And drink wines on the couch with your mum while watching Neighbours? I think the fuck not. Come on you’re not too famous for the local.”

  “Fine. One beer though.”

  “Yeah, that’s what they all say.”

  He grabbed his beer from the barman and made his way through the crowded pub, offering “Heys” and “Good to see you’s” until he landed in a quiet spot in the back. Sulking down with a sigh and sipped his beer, watching the scenes in front of him. 

  It was comforting to be home, familiar sights, faces and smells but couldn’t help the pit in his stomach of feeling like an outsider. 

  YOUR POV:

  “Hey stranger.” You stood in front of your sulking ex-boyfriend, as his head rose at the sound your voice. 

  “Y/N, Hey, shit look at you!” Liam beamed when his eyes connected with yours, pulling him out of his haze. You couldn’t help but spot the hint of sadness on his face. 

  He couldn’t believe his eyes. You looked more beautiful since he last saw you, relaxed with your hair out, a little textured, clearly air dried after a late afternoon dip. Your skin pink from sun exposure, in its early stages of what was sure to develop into a tan. His eyes scanned over your body, the summery dress leaving little to the imagination, with your strong legs on full display and ample chest held together by a thin piece of string. 

  “Same old me… move over” The large man scooted on the bench, opening the space for you to sit down, drink in hand. While it was a two-person bench, his sheer size left little space between the two of you, his knees touching yours. Moving his arm to drape across the back, he gave you a little more room but now you were borderline engulfed by his arm. A tinge of nostalgia hitting you remember the same position, lying down in bed, your body snuggled up into his warm armpit. 

  “What you been up to? Heard you got a job in the city.” 

  “Yeah, but unlike you I’m not too good to come home once in a while.” You took a swig of your drink, feeling a little tipsy at the familiar taste of alcohol. 

  “I’m here aren’t I?” He quipped at you. 

  “Barely. It’s not like you to sit in a corner and sook.” Reminiscing about all those nights, he spent singing on top of the tables in the very pub you sat talking in now. 

  “Fuck everyone’s been calling me a sook lately.”

  “Cause you’re acting like one… what’s got your panties in a bunch?”

  “Do you not get internet at your joint or something?”

  “No, I just don’t spend my days googling my high school ex. So, where’s Hannah Montana?”

  “In LA.”

  “Why? does she not like it here?”

  “No, I just didn’t think I’d take my ex-wife to my high school reunion.”

  “EX Wife?”

  “Since 3 days ago yeah.” He took another swig of beer.

  “Shit, Li I’m sorry.”

  “Nah it’s fine, it’s fucking whatever.”

  “Well, it’s not “whatever” you had a connection with someone, it hurts when you lose them. And nothing anyone says can really make the pain feel better.”

  “Is that how you felt when I went to LA?” A sudden tension fell over you two. How could he ask that?

  “Yep.” She popped the P. Avoiding his intense gaze on you. 

  “Well, you’re in a much better spot than me now.” He shuffled in his seat realising he hit a soft spot. 

  “Doesn’t mean the pain magically goes away.”

  “Are you still mad?”

  “Still mad? you told me you loved me and wanted to get an apartment together then we graduated, and you fucked off to LA. I’m not mad at all Liam, I’m hurt.”

  “I’m sorry it was selfish.”

  “Especially considering I would have gone with you if you just asked.”

  “No, you wouldn’t, you would of hated it.” He tsked. 

  “You don’t know that. And you will never know because you never asked. I loved you Li I would have followed you to Antarctica if that’s what you wanted. You were so passionate about acting I was so excited to see your dreams come through I just didn’t expect to be excluded from them.”

  “What do you think would have happened if I didn’t go?” He pushed.

  “Honestly?”

  “Honestly.”

  “We probably would have stayed together, brought a house on the beach, I’d be on my third baby by now and you’d keep doing local TV, maybe take me to the Logies hahaha.”

  “Why didn’t you call me?”

  “I did… like twice and your assistant would always answer and tell me you’re not taking personal calls at this time or some shit, when I saw you shacked up with Miss Best Of Both Worlds, I stopped.”

  “I wish you didn’t.”

  “Why?”

  “Cause then maybe I wouldn’t be sooking here right now.”

  “Yeah, well too late for us to go over what we would have done differently.”

  You both sat silence letting the truth of your words sit in. 

  “Do you want to go for a walk on the beach?” He looked at you, eyebrow raised. 

  “Do you even remember the path?” You scoffed at him,

  “Of course, I do, the secret passage near Batty’s path… where we used to ya kno-”

  “OKAY I GET IT, good to see you haven’t forgotten everything, now come on.” You slapped his chest, jumping up out of the seat, Liam closely followed behind you. 

  You walked in silence, listening the waves crash. His hands in his pockets and you holding your shoes and bag in the other. The sandy shore lit up by the moonlight, a light breeze in the air. 

  “I don’t think there’s such a thing as too late ya know.” He piped.

  “What you mean?”

  “Well, you reckon it’s too late for us but who’s to say it’s too late maybe it’s just the beginning.”

  “You’ve had too many drinks.” You laughed him off

  “No Y/N I’m serious.” He grabbed your wrist, stopping you along the shore. The tide coming as the water’s edge tickled your bare feet. 

  “Hearing you describe what could of been… honestly sounds pretty good right now. You think I’ve gone all too big for my boots, but this place is still home to me ya know… why do you think I came here when everything went to shit?” You looked up at him, barely making out his facial expression in the dark. From what you could see, he was a broken boy, he seemed wrecked, and you decided take his words seriously. 

  You sighed

  “Cause when you don’t know what to do you should turn around and go from where you started.” 

  “Exactly but I think I know what I want to do next”

  His hand, falling to your face, thumb rubbing your cheek, he leaned in and you breathe caught in your throat. Your body once a little chilly now warmed by the sensation of his mouth on yours. What started with a tender kiss turned into a deep passionate embrace. It was different to all those times before, mainly due to his now beard face rubbing against your skin and the reality that his kissing skills had definitely improved. 

  “Liam...” You pushed him off you, hands grazing the hair exposed on his unbuttoned chest, he felt firm and warm. Like the perfect mattress you could sleep peacefully on top of him.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “There’s no point, you’ll go back to your big city and forget about me all over again once you see some leggy model.”

  “Not happening.”

  “Doubt it.”

  “I didn’t get a return ticket Y/N.”

  “What?”

  “I’ve been looking at places, I’m here indefinitely.”

  “Well, that’s good but still doesn’t mean we are going to work.”

  “Can we at least try?”

  “So, you can break my heart a second time?”

  “I like to see it as giving me a very generous second chance to prove I made a mistake the first time.”

  “I don’t know Liam, its all ve-“

  He cut you off with his kiss, planting his lips on you a second time and this time you didn’t push him away. Your hands instinctively going to his now long locks, running your hands through the familiar boy now a man. Your mind rushed with memories of late nights sneaking out to go play on the beach, always ending up curled in a towel on the shore counting stars. You felt 18 all over again and the pain of loss slowly seeped away with him in your arms again.  

  You both pulled out, panting at the sudden passionate embrace.

  “Please?”

  You licked your lips, biting slightly on your lower lip.

  “Kiss me one more time and I’ll see.” You grinned at him.

  “Fuck me you are just something else Y/N” He pulled you into his arms, you squealed as he took you running with him into the ocean. Dropping your bag and shoes before the sudden shock of cold saltwater hit you as you were thrown into the blue. Coming up for air, you stood waist deep in water, smoothing your now soaked hair back, you were met with a hysterically laughing Chris

  “You son of a-“ Swimming over to him, you immediately jumped on him, wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him down into the water with you. Making sure he was as equally saturated as you.

  He pulled you both out this time, you still firmly clinging onto him in the Koala position. Laughing you both passed, looking into each other’s eyes, you kissed his salty lips again as he held you against him in the water, under the moonlight. And in that moment, it felt like no time had passed at all. 

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