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i'm just an assistant: pt. 6 - lost hope

I’m Just An Assistant Series: Pt. 6 - Lost Hope

Pairing: Chris Evans x Female!Reader

Summary: After being Chris’s Personal Assistant for almost a decade, the notable tension and playful banter leaves both of you wondering if there’s more to your relationship than meets the eye.

A/N: Sorry this took so long to get out! My creativity tank is very low these days lol thank you for waiting for me :)

W/C: 5.1k

Warnings: sexual tension, talk of sex, Chris gets a little handsy (but like... in a consensual way). things get kind of emotional and angsty. I think maybe this would be considered a cliffhanger? But i'm not sure lol. As always, let me know if i missed anything :)

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The smell of hot breakfast (something with eggs and probably pancakes knowing Lisa) wafted up the stairs, stirring you from a peaceful sleep. Despite your stomach grumbling, you refused to move a muscle. 

You could hear Chris’s steady breathing. You could feel it tickling against your neck, his body curled around yours, and you couldn’t move. You were afraid that one little tick of your muscles would stir him, and then whatever magical dream world you’d been living in since you entered this room last night would come to an end. 

And you certainly weren’t ready for that. 

You wanted to stay locked away in this room forever, stealing secret moments and sweet kisses from Chris. You wanted to memorize the small constellation of freckles on his nose and count the flecks of green hiding in the blues of his eyes. 

The second that door opened, the seal would be broken and you’d be thrust back into the hectic nature of Chris’s life and honestly, you weren’t sure where that would leave you. Personally or with Chris. 

He’d told you to relax and stop overthinking and that whatever happens, happens, but your mind wouldn’t stop turning. Was this just a matter of convenience? You just happened to be snowed in together and the second you left, things would go back to ‘normal’? Whatever the fuck normal even means for the two of you these days. 

You didn’t think Chris would treat you like that. It didn’t seem like something he would do. Based on the things he whispered to you last night, that wasn’t how he felt. 

But you weren’t… dating. There was no clarification on that. 

Were you supposed to be affectionate in front of his family now? Were you supposed to be keeping that to yourselves? 

There were so many unanswered questions flying around inside of your brain, it was hard to keep them all straight. 

You were so focused on filing away these questions in your mind that you didn’t notice Chris had already begun to stir in the bed behind you.

A large hand slid up your abdomen and underneath your tank top, slowly inching up to cup your breast. Chris kneaded softly, sucking in a soft breath that morphed into a moan. “God, I could do this all day.” 

You laughed, shaking your head, and sinking back into the cradle of his large body. Chris grinned against your neck, his lips pressed lightly against your skin as a sigh of contentment fell from your mouth. 

There was no way you’d be able to look Chris in the face if this didn’t mean as much to him as it did to you. 

Chris’s hand traveled up and down your side, his fingers dragging lightly against your skin. “I can hear the gears turning. What’s going on in that head?” 

You smiled softly, melting a little at just how well he knew you. “I don’t know. A lot. I’m not really sure where to start.” 

He pressed a kiss to the nape of your neck. “Start with the simplest one.” 

You pondered your answer in silence for a moment, letting your eyes drift shut as Chris soothed your worried mind with soft kisses. 

“Anything?” He asked quietly. 

“What’s going on with Lacey?” 

That one seemed simple enough. He said that it wasn’t anything romantic, but there was definitely interest from at least her side. If something was happening between you and Chris, you wanted details about the potential threat. 

A small part of you expected Chris’s body to tense or for him to give you the runaround, but he just continued his never-ending trail of kisses before pausing to answer. “Well, you already know that she’s a donor. She um— she was the date that I had when I came back from New York. I think we both knew there wasn’t anything there. She asked if we could grab drinks to go over some stuff for the fundraiser and I said yes. That’s all. Nothing romantic. At all.” 

You could feel the tension ease off of your sternum, sighing with relief that there wasn’t anything going on between them. Ever since that email came through, you’d been worried that he was leaving something out, but it really was just as simple as he promised. Drinks and fundraiser talk. 

You almost hated how thankful you were for that. 

“Okay?” 

You nodded, “Okay.” 

“Good. Next.” 

You let out a small laugh, once again becoming distracted by his lips against your skin. “I— um. Are we supposed to be like affectionate in front of people now? I’m not sure I’m ready for that. You’re kind of a big deal, ya know? That’s a lot of pressure.” 

Chris chuckled, “I know it’s a lot. We can take this at whatever speed you’re comfortable with. If you want to hide it for 10 years, we’ll hide it. If you wanna scream it from the rooftops, I’ll bring the ladder.” 

Your heart fluttered at the mention of a future with him. 

“I think just between us is perfect for now.” 

“Us as in us? Or us as in family can know but not the press or social media.” 

“The former,” you answered, pursing your lips. “I think? Is that okay?” 

“Fine by me.” 

“I just— I feel like we have so much to—“ 

Chris interrupted you, “Honey, you don’t need to explain yourself to anyone. Especially me. ‘Kay?” 

You nodded, melting against his body. “Okay.” 

Though you appreciated what he was saying, you did wish that he would let you explain. There was just too much the two of you needed to figure out before you were kissing and hanging all over each other in front of Lisa. You couldn’t field questions from his family before you knew the answers yourself. 

Before you could continue your laundry list of questions, a soft knock sounded on the door. “Is everyone decent?” 

You laughed at Scott’s question, rolling away from Chris’s arms as he pushed himself out of bed, throwing on a shirt. 

“Everyone’s decent,” Chris called out, tossing the comforter over your chest so you were covered, earning an eye roll from you. 

Scott pushed the door open, poking his head through. “Breakfast is ready. If you guys aren’t in a hurry to get back, we’re planning on taking the kids up the hill to sled. If you wanna join.” 

You shot up. “Sledding?! I’m in. Shit, wait. I don’t— Dammit! I don’t have any clothes.” 

Chris grinned, shaking his head. “We’ll figure it out. If you wanna sled, we’ll figure it out.” 

Scott pinched his lips together, his eyes flickering back and forth between you and Chris with a smug look on his face. He totally knew that something was happening. 

But then again, doesn’t everyone say that anyway? People assumed you and Chris were dating or hooking up before his hands had made their way down your pants, so what does anyone actually know? 

“Okay,” you smiled, ignoring the way that Scott basically started planning your wedding in his mind. 

“Well, I’ll leave you guys to it. But breakfast is on the table.” He disappeared from the threshold, pulling the door shut behind him. 

“I almost forgot how much you loved sledding.”

“Who doesn’t love sledding, Chris? It’s sledding.” 

His eyes narrowed in your direction. “This… Isn’t satire?” 

Grabbing one of the pillows from the bed, you chucked it at his head. “No! I’m being serious, sledding the best!” You hopped out of bed, snagging your toiletry bag from your suitcase, and practically ran out of the door, eager to eat so you could spend this snowy fall day with Chris and his family. 

“The kid came out of nowhere,” You grumbled, tucking the small sled underneath your arm as Chris chuckled from behind you. 

“You tackled a teenager.” 

Rolling your eyes, you dragged your feet through the snow, walking away from the snowy hill. Chris thought that maybe it was a good idea to head back to Lisa’s house after your last ride down the hill. A cocky teenager challenged you to a race that you had zero intention of losing.

Chris warned you not to, but then Scott chimed in and double-dog dared you, so you had to. 

“He was like nineteen.” 

“Teen.” He emphasized, earning another eye roll from you. 

It wasn’t your fault that he lost control of his sled and slid right in front of you! It also wasn’t your fault that you landed on top of him. Chris decided that maybe it was time to leave after you told the teenager those exact words. There might’ve been a few expletives sprinkled within the statement, but hey, your ribs were burning something fierce because of how hard you hit him. He deserved it. 

Trekking back through the snow was no easy feat given you’d come to Lisa's unprepared for a weekend in the snow and had to borrow clothes from Chris. His sweats were cuffed several times at your ankles to make them an acceptable length. 

“Semantics,” You responded, waving your hand at him dismissively. 

He laughed, looking over his shoulder before reaching over and threading your fingers together. 

Your eyes jumped down at the connection, a swell of nervous excitement rolling through your stomach. On one hand, this crush had been developing for Chris rapidly over the past couple of months, but you never thought it would go beyond that. You hadn’t planned or prepared for hand-holding or falling asleep with the feeling of his hands on your body permanently etched onto your skin. 

There was no need to panic and plan for the future because you’d assumed there wouldn’t be one. 

But now that you were walking with Chris’s hand in yours, you weren’t sure how to react. 

You wanted to hold on and pull him close, savoring the warmth of his body on such a cold day. But there was also an overwhelming sense of insecurity that made you want to rip your hand away and take a generous step to the side. You never had to worry about comparing yourself to the women Chris brought around before, but now it was all you could seem to focus on. 

How would everyone compare you to the models and actresses he’d been seen with before? What would the press write about you? What would his fans say?

There was so much to consider and normally you did it with a clear mind. Now, Chris was fogging your brain and distorting all logic because you were the person involved now. You weren’t figuring this out with his team…  His team would be figuring it out with you in mind.

“You look like you’re on the verge of a panic attack.” 

“I think I am,” you responded quietly, swallowing past the knot forming in your throat.

Quickly, Chris released your hand, shooting over a smile in an attempt to reassure you that it was okay. But you didn’t miss the flash of hurt through his eyes.  Your stomach sank, worried that you might be ruining this already. 

“Chris, fuck, I’m sorry.” You reached out to pull him to a stop. “I know that I’m overthinking this. I just– this is a lot and your fans are a lot and I’m not trying to screw whatever this is up already. I jus–” 

With a small smile, Chris wrapped his hand around your wrist and pulled you toward the giant oak tree just a couple of feet away, a few brown leaves still clinging onto the branches for dear life. This snowstorm seemed to take them by surprise as well. 

He did a quick sweep of the area around you before gently easing you back against the tree, the snow-dusted bark sending a chill down your spine despite the four layers of clothing that separated you from the tree. 

“I need you to take a deep breath.” 

Your confused look was met with raised eyebrows as Chris stared down at you expectantly. 

Doing as you were told, you breathed in a lungful of cold air, watching the small cloud dissipate around you as you exhaled. “There.” 

“Now,” he smiled, his hands settling on your shoulders. “Now I need to kiss you and then we’ll continue the conversation.” 

Your smile matched his as his gloved hand slid up the side of your neck, lingering just below your hairline. 

“Is that okay?” 

“Is anyone watching?” 

Chris peeked around the tree with a grin, then shook his head. “Nope.” 

“Okay,” you breathed, your eyes dropping to his lips and the way his tongue darted out to wet them. “That’s fine with me.” 

His grin shifted from sweet to wicked, blue eyes flashing with the memories of his hands on you last night. You could read it all over his face. The heat, the desire. 

The want to do it again. 

Chris’s head dipped down, his lips pressing against yours softly like he was testing the waters. Given your hesitation to be out in the open with whatever this is, you understood. 

But the second his tongue brushed against your bottom lip, your hands flew around his neck, pulling his body as close as you could get it. As much as you wanted to keep this between just the two of you, the thought of keeping your hands to yourself now or literally any moment that you’re together in the future felt like torture. 

You could feel the smirk on his lips as they worked against yours, tongues sweeping together, sloppy, desperate, and searching for more. 

A small whimper built in your throat, and Chris groaned, the grip he had on your neck tightening. The heat from the kiss warmed your body, shielding you from the cold outside and you could have melted away with the snow right in his arms. 

He pulled away, his face strained as you separated, like it was just absolute torture to be without your lips on his. 

You definitely understood the sentiment. 

“Okay,” He breathed, “Now that we have that settled, we can talk.” 

You took a deep breath, trying to calm the racing of your heart. 

It didn’t help. 

Nothing would help. 

Because Chris was standing so close to you that his breath tickled your hairline and warmed your skin as it fanned across your face. His hand still weighed heavy on your neck, attempting to massage the tension away. 

The reminder of the words whispered in your ear and the way his fingers slid so easily against you had your core throbbing with want and your thighs clenching against the leg he had resting between them. 

He quirked an eyebrow, that fucking smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he figured out what you were doing. “You’re making it really hard to concentrate, honey.” Chris’s voice was low and gravelly. 

“I’m sorry,” You squeaked, clearing your throat as your cheeks burned. 

“Don’t be.” A deep chuckle vibrated through his chest and against yours. 

You released a shuddering breath, focusing your gaze on the cloud of air that formed and dissipated as you exhaled instead of the inferno blazing behind Chris’s eyes. 

“You gotta stop looking at me like that,” You rasped. 

Chris let out another laugh, taking a step back and leaving you out of breath with shaky knees as you mourned the loss of his body heat. But you needed the distance. 

There was zero chance of a coherent conversation happening if you stayed pressed together like that. 

You knew that now was the time to voice all of your concerns to Chris. To tell him how conflicted and slightly insecure you were feeling. That you weren’t sure if you would be able to handle the pressure of constantly comparing yourself to any woman he’s ever held a conversation with. 

But you just couldn’t. 

Normally, you’d be able to take a step back and breathe, you’d be able to clear your mind from a neutral mindset. 

How many times over the past decade have you given one of his girlfriends a pep talk about how stunning she was and the girls in the past had nothing on her? You hadn’t exactly been telling the truth on a few occasions, so what the hell was stopping you from lying to yourself like that?

Chris removed the black glove from his hand, stuffing it into his pocket. His fingers traced against your jawline gently, blue eyes tracking the movement. Your heart thudded harder against your ribs as you recognized the emotion that flashed across his face. 

Awe. 

He cupped your chin, thumb brushing against your bottom lip and Chris looked as though he was committing everything to memory. Like he’d never get the chance to look at you like this again. Like he was lucky to be the one gliding his fingers over your cold skin. 

It didn’t make sense to you. 

Chris was the celebrity after all. He was sought out and labeled by every website and magazine as THE bachelor. The man that everyone should want. 

You were just an assistant. 

Always the person in the background, never the person in the spotlight. It didn’t suit you. 

You weren’t someone who could just take whatever the media had to say about you with a grain of salt. You would absorb everything and take it to heart. There was no facing it as Chris did. There was no light at the end of this tunnel. Just a deep spiral that ended with you drowning in a vat of insecurity. 

Sure, the two of you could always attempt to keep it a secret, but after spending so much time in the industry, you knew the ins and outs. You knew everything. No secret relationship ever stayed secret for long. And nothing would be the same after. Nothing. 

You’d have to quit your job and if you quit your job, you’d have to move back home because there was no way you’d be able to stay in Boston or near his family. It would be too hard and then–

“Were you planning on including me in this conversation or should I excuse myself?” There was a playfulness to Chris’s tone, but you could easily spot the concern swimming in his eyes. 

“I just–” you sighed, shaking your head as your eyes fell shut for a moment. “I need you to understand that whatever hesitation I have about this–” You lifted your hand to gesture vaguely between the two of you, “It has nothing to do with you. And everything to do with me. I just–” 

The words got caught in your throat. It was hard admitting to yourself that you weren’t as confident as you put on most of the time. Let alone, Chris. 

“I really like you, Chris. And what happened last night… I mean… Fuck. It was amazing,” You huffed out a laugh, looking up at Chris and finally meeting his eyes. “And I really want to keep it going, but–” 

“You don’t want people to know.” He was smiling, but you could see the hurt in his features. Thinking back, you couldn’t recall a single time that Chris had been on this side of the conversation. He was always the one pleading for someone else to be the secret. 

Your gloved hands gripped his biceps, your eyes pleading for him to understand what you were struggling to say. “But not because of you. I mean–” You shook your head. “Yes, because of you. But not because of you.” Everything was coming out wrong.

The right words were within your grasp, you could feel them dancing on the tip of your tongue, but they just wouldn’t come out. 

“I just need time. We need time to figure out what’s happening and where we want this to go. We need to figure out what we mean to each other and how we’re going to navigate literally everything. Work, life, the press. I need to figure out if I have what it takes to–” 

“I’m gonna kiss you.”

Your mouth clamped shut, brows dipping together in confusion. “What?” “Sorry. Can I kiss you?” 

Your eyes bounced between his for a moment before you nodded, Chris wasting approximately half a second before his lips pressed against yours. 

Before you can even savor the taste of him on your tongue, he was pulling away. “I need you to listen to me, okay?” 

You swallowed against the dryness of your throat, nodding once more. 

Chris’s hands came up to cup your cheeks, one gloved and one not. “I need you to understand that I will take you however I can get you. I will savor whatever you have to offer. You will hear no complaints from me. In private, in public, on the clock, off the clock. Today, tomorrow, two months from now.” He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Strictly as friends if that’s what you decide. This is going at whatever pace you want it to. Yeah?” 

The best you could do was nod, Chris’s confession stealing anything intelligent right out of your lungs. 

“If you tell me that you want me to shout it from the rooftops, it’s done. If you tell me that you never want another soul to know, done.”

“But what about you and how you feel?” You countered. “What about what you want?” You loved that Chris was so considerate of your feelings but you’d be a fool if you didn’t also consider how this would make him feel. 

But all he did was shrug. “All I want is you. And if that comes in stolen kisses when no one is watching and secret moments in a crowded room, then that is what I want.” 

His words melted your heart and weakened your knees, tears forming in your eyes. “Promise?” 

Chris’s lips pressed lightly against the tip of your frozen nose. “Promise.” 

You smiled, ignoring the way your nose burned as you blinked back the tears. “I just need time. Time to… Figure out whatever is happening in my head and wrap my brain around the fact that this is even happening in the first place.”

“I know,” He responded quietly. “I’m okay with keeping this a secret. For as long as you need me to. But we’re probably gonna have to tell my mom after a while.” 

“Of course.” You laughed, shaking your head. “Lisa will be the first to know. I think– I think that maybe right now all of this feels like a little bit of a fever dream. Like the second we get back to Boston, we’ll just… Move on. Things will go back to how they were and that’ll be it. And I don’t know if I can handle that.” 

It was easy to see the way Chris’s eyes darkened with lust when he was standing this close. “Trust me, Y/N. This is very real. And now that I’ve had just a little taste, I have no intention of letting you go. In fact, we should get going.” 

“Right now?” You asked. 

“Right now.” His lips found yours once more, his tongue swiping against your bottom lip. An unspoken promise that more was to come. “Because one little taste was not enough. I need you laid out in front of me with that pretty little pussy showing me just how much you need me. And then I’m going to devour you like the starved man you’ve turned me into.” 

Oh. God. 

Chris smirked at the tiny gasp that stole the air between you, knowing damn well what kind of reaction he was going to get from saying those words to you. 

“Let’s–” You cleared your throat, trying to sound less squeaky and more sultry. “Let’s go then.”

“Okay,” He chuckled, “Let’s get out of here.” 

After packing your bag and saying your goodbyes, your car was loaded and Chris was driving behind you on the way back to Boston. 

He’d insisted on driving you through the snow, but your teeny car wouldn’t give Dodger enough room to stretch out, and then Chris’s car would be stranded in Sudbury and you’d have to make another trip out there just to pick it up after the snow cleared. So driving separately just made sense. 

Honestly, having that forty-five minutes to yourself was probably for the best. It gave you a second to clear your mind and think of the positives that could come from just seeing where this thing with Chris went instead of imagining the worst. 

When you pulled up to your apartment, you were genuinely excited to see where this would go and just how long Chris would make you beg before shattering your world in the best way. 

That in itself had your whole body buzzing with need. 

Chris followed you into the parking garage, settling into the guest spot next to yours before getting out of his SUV and making his way over to where you stood. 

He grinned, stopping a few feet away like if he got any closer, he wouldn’t be able to resist the urge to touch you. “I’m gonna take Dodge home and then I’ll be back. Okay?” 

“Why’d you even get out of the car?” You laughed. 

“So I could do this.” 

He moved in closer, gripping the sides of your coat and yanking you into his chest. Your smile matched his as he dipped down, his lips pressing against yours for only a few short seconds before he pulled away. “I’ll be back in twenty.” 

“Okay,” You all but whispered, trying and failing to hold back your smile. 

“Okay,” He repeated, pecking your lips once more before jogging back to his car. “Twenty minutes.” 

“I’ll be here.” 

You waited until Chris pulled back onto the street before grabbing your things to head upstairs. At least twenty minutes would give your heart time to settle before he worked you back up again. Not to mention Mowgli would scream for ten of them, letting you know just how displeased he was to be left alone.

You took the elevator up, pulling your phone out of your pocket when the buzzing didn’t stop after two notifications. 

Fiona: YOU DIDN’T TELL US CHRIS WAS DATING SOMEONE!!! 

Leah: HONESTLY. DOES THIS MAKE YOU THE OTHER WOMAN?

Jenna: They didn’t hook up, they just saw each other naked. I don’t really that counts. It only counts if P enters V.

Fiona: Or fingers. 

Fiona: Or like his mouth on any part of your body. 

Leah: I think we’re getting off track. 

Fiona: WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL US CHRIS WAS DATING FUCKING LACEY WINTHROP?

Your heart sank. To a depth that you didn’t even know existed. What the hell were they talking about? Chris insisted that nothing was happening with them! He promised! 

He told you that it was just a one-time thing that didn’t work out and that they were only meeting for fundraising shit. 

Your fingers trembled as you typed out your response. 

You: What are you guys talking about? He said they weren’t dating. 

Fiona: Why were you guys talking about it????? 

You: Fi, I work for him. His personal life is basically my personal life. Can someone PLEASE provide context?!

Leah: I would give anything to watch your nostrils right now. 

Fiona: *Attached Image*

You were going to puke. The three sugar cookies you’d eaten on your drive back home were deadset on making a reappearance. You were going to be sick right in this elevator. 

Chris fucking lied. 

He lied. 

Fiona attached a picture from some tabloid, an extremely close-up and clear-as-day picture of Chris and Lacey standing outside of some restaurant. Her hands were tangled in his hair, his hand was resting on the small of her back. Their lips pressed together. 

The picture was dated after he got back from New York. He told you the date didn’t pan out with her in the first place, yet he still went on another one and kissed her. 

Clearly, he was not telling you the whole truth. 

You swallowed down the urge to vomit and typed out your response. 

You: I had no idea. He told me that they were just friends. Guess he felt like he couldn’t tell me the truth. 

Jenna: I wonder why…. 

You: I don’t know what that means. 

Fiona: *Eyeroll Emoji*

You swiped at your cheek, catching the tear before it could fall too far. Chris was not going to make you cry. 

The chime of the elevator reaching your floor made you jump, pulling you back to reality. You took a shaky breath, typing out a message to Chris as you walked to your apartment. 

You: Raincheck? Migraine coming on. I’m just gonna take a nap. See you Monday?

Three dots danced across the message thread before disappearing and reappearing again. You reached your door, digging in your bag for your keys as your vision started to blur. 

He fucking lied to you. The one person you never expected to hurt you like that. Every promise, every reassurance that he made that everything would be okay went up in flames and your heart was shattered. 

He fucking lied. 

You shoved through the door, dropping everything on the floor as another tear fell. 

Chris: Are you sure? I can bring you something. 

Chris: Did I do something? Is everything okay?

You: I just need to sleep it off. I’ll see you Monday.

Chris: You’re using punctuation… 

You: I’ll talk to you later, Chris. Have a good weekend. 

You tossed your phone onto the couch after locking your front door, ignoring the pain in your chest and the incessant vibrations from your phone as Chris called you. 

Another tear fell and you gave up on trying to keep them in. 

You were stupid to think that Chris would choose you. Obviously, someone like Lacey was more suitable for his lifestyle. She could handle the press. She could handle the fans and the way every small detail would be published for everyone to see. 

You were convenient. A warm body that he sought out quite literally in the middle of a snowstorm. A one-time thing that had no hope of progressing into something more. He lured you in with sweet nothings and gentle kisses, knowing that in the end, he would have Lacey and you would be left wondering if anything that he said to you held any truth. 

The first sob burst through your lips before you reached your bedroom and even Mowgli stayed silent, sensing the heartbreak in the air. 

You would give yourself the weekend to cry. To mourn the hope that you held thinking this would actually work out. You would go to work on Monday with your head held high. 

And then after the ASP event, you’d book a flight home. 

For good. 

Cole gives me nice, sweet, caring, healthy, loveable, trustworhty boyfriend vibe. (Far far away from that walking redflag Chris Evans)

I am actually LOWKEY excited for this movie and sweet little Cole!

Cole is the type of boyfriend who....

You say you liked flowers but he doesn’t know what kind so he buys you 5 different types then shows up at your door with them

"I didnt know which kind you liked so I brought all the white ones cause you were wearing white a lot lately... some of them have pink though because I know that's your favourite colour but not hot pink more subtle pink, anyways let me know which is your favourite for next time."

He wont let your shoes touch the puddle so picks you up and carries you over it

Buys you tickets to a concert to some random band because one time you sung to their song on the radio at the top of your voice

Remembers how you like your coffee even though its a very specific complex order that not even Baristas get right all the time

Makes your bed for you but doesn’t half ass it like actually knows how you like the pillows arranged and does it to perfection

Lets you use his wrist to swatch lipsticks at Sephora

Carries around tissues because you know you have allergies so when you sneeze he can pull them out of his back pocket at any time

Holds your hair while you throw up after a big night, rubbing your back in soft circles.

"Better in then out, let it all out honey... hey... hey its ok... yeah you still look pretty."

Lets you lay your head on him even if it's uncomfortable for him he refuses to move or get up knowing you're comfortable

"This okay?" You look up at him through heavy eyelids.

"Perfect." He smiles down at you.

Hey!! So I just watched the Grey Man yesterday and I had an idea… could you write a Lloyd Hansen x daughter reader story?? Like he is the trained hit man but he is also raising a toddler at the same time but people don’t know and he has to take her to the office and his co workers are shocked at how soft and gentle he can be. 100% your choice

hi! I'm sorry this took so long, I hope you like it!

summary - it's lloyd's turn to look after your kid.

warning - cuteness.

the gif I use isn't mine.

Lloyd ignored the looks he got when he walked into his office with his daughter on his hip. He walked over to his chair. Placing down the things his daughter needs and loves before he takes a seat, places her on his lap and smiles at her.

“Oh, munchkin. Don’t you look adorable! Why don’t we take a picture and send mummy a photo of your outfit? Huh?” He grins, booping her nose, his smile getting wider when she giggles. Lloyd takes his phone out, putting his face next to his daughters as he faces the camera toward them. His fingers tickle her chubby tummy causing her to let out giggles. “Say cheese, munchkin!” He snaps the photo and is in awe at how adorable she is.

“Just going to send this to mumma. Do you think she’ll like the bear outfit I picked for you?” He sends the photo, pressing a big kiss to her chubby cheeks. “Course she will. You look adorable!” 

She makes grabby hands at him, squishing his cheeks as she babbles. “Dada! Dada! Funny!” She giggles as she looks at his moustache. 

Lloyd raises his eyebrow, tickling her tummy. “You little! You think daddy's moustache is funny, huh?” He places kisses on her face before looking down at her lovingly. “I love you, munchkin. Remember that mumma and I will do whatever it takes to give you the world.”

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Can you something about our boy, chris evans being wanting to get married and have kids but he feels uncommitted. He dates a few women in the past and has done fake relationships. One day, Chris met reader at a party, he asked her out but reader straight out says no

Yes, No, Maybe...

A/N: I had this in my drafts! Like this exact thing! Omg did you hack my computer? I fixed it up and made it all good but thank you great request. 💕

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.

You readjusted your dress in the mirror, fiddling with the fabric stretched over your boobs. There was no way to make your cleavage less prominent, so you decided to embrace it, avoiding any nip slips in the process. Turning to the side you were able to appreciate the curve of your body, your natural hourglass extenuated by the bodycon dress. You weren’t skinny by any means, but you loved how your curves filled out dresses. 

Your friend had given you a VIP access ticket to the Premiere afterparty for the new Barbie movie – it was the perfect event to bring out the pink bodycon midi dress that lived in the back of your closet. 

  Doing a final swipe of gloss over your lips, you exited the washroom and made your way to the bar hoping to find a familiar face. 

  “Hey stranger” you whistled at the bartender. Danny was one of your friends’ older brothers and before he was making you cocktails on nights out; he was buying you 6 packs of white claws when you were 15. 

  “Y/N! Where have you been girl?”

  “Working. How’s the fam?” 

  “Good, mom asks about you all the time... I’ll tell her you’re staying out of trouble.”

  “Please do, it’s been years since she had to pick me up from a house party gone wrong.”

  “Hope you haven’t gone boring on us… do you want your special drink to loosen you up?” 

  Your special drink. Danny had a talent of making you a drink that was sweet enough you couldn’t taste the alcohol but strong enough to make you pass out on the road after 5. And right now, seemed like the perfect time for your special drink.

  As Danny made your drink, you finally got a chance to look at your surroundings; music played in the background of the dimly lit room. Extravagant flower arrangements towered over tables; you made a note to steal one before you left for the night. Groups of influencers, movie stars and A-Listers hung around their respective friend groups. You felt a little uncomfortable, not a single person here looked like you. 

  “One special drink for one special girl.” 

  “Too good to me.” You leaned over the bar to kiss your old friend on the cheek as he placed the pink concoction on the table. 

  “More where that came from just ask.” He smiled and went back to cleaning glasses as you sipped the familiar drink and tried to get comfortable on the bar stool that had the area of cheese slice. Your thighs sat half on, half off the stool and you’d stand if your feet weren’t hurting from the heels you had on. 

  The bar was conveniently empty of patrons meaning you had time to play your sudoku and figure out how long you had until you could go home and put on your PJs. Uninterrupted. Until…

    CHRIS’S POV

  Another afterparty. It’s not like I hated them or anything but after the 5th or 6th they all seemed the same. Sure, they’d be in different cities, different venues but all the people were the same. 

  Same old brown nosing from people who think that because your whole life is on Wikipedia, they can act chummy with you after 5 minutes. 

  Same old C-List actress and their terrible attempt at flirting. God if I had a dollar for every girl who said they needed saving by Captain America I’d have the same amount of money I got from the whole series. They all looked the same as well – blonde, skinny, flat ass. First couple of times, sure, I’d try to get to know them, but they had the same amount of substance as white bread, and my acting skills only stretch so far in trying to seem interested. 

  I did a silent prayer that I didn’t have to bring along a date. I couldn’t go another night having to be paired with some questionable wannabe actress/model/influencer hybrid who couldn’t hold a conversation that wasn’t about how much free shit she got or her willingness to do absolutely anything for a role with a wink. Shuddering at the thought. 

  A good thing about afterparties was the booze. Free, unlimited, delicious booze. 

  “Maybe you’ll find her tonight ya never know.” I was pulled out of my train of thought by a harsh slap on the back from my buddy, Zach.

  “I can promise you bro the love of my life is not here, drunk as a skunk in a push up bra begging for a minor role to some sleezy director but thanks for thinking of me.”

  “Beggars can’t be choosers my man, but if you’re going to be ungrateful about the number of women who would trip over themselves to breathe the same air as you the least you could do is play wingman.”

  “Whatever you say, I’m getting a beer.”

  As I tried to slip through the crowd of people and avoid getting stopped for photos. Throwing in a couple of “Heyyyy’s” “How are ya’s” and “Good to see you’s” “Yeah of course we’ll chat just need a drink” I finally arrived at the bar which was conveniently off in a semi quiet corner.

  Waiters were walking around with champagne glasses and bottle service which was great for three reasons; it occupied the masses, meant the bar was empty and more beer for me.

  I waved down the bartender and settled myself on the all too small barstool. 

  “Can I please get a corona?” 

  “Of course, sir. Y/N you need another?” The bartender looked towards the girl next to me. 

  Holy shit. Y/N. 

  There she sat in all her glory; she looked out of place in the best way possible. The pink drink in front of her barely full. Her ass could barely fit on the child size barstool. The light casted a soft shadow on her cleavage. She was gorgeous. 

  “Gosh, yes please Danny.” She knew his name. Was he, her boyfriend? God, I hope not cause if so he just caught me blatantly staring at her. 

  He placed the cold beer in front of me with a wink. Gesturing for me to lean in close.

  “Good luck trying she doesn’t crack easily.” Ok great not her boyfriend. But also shit, he definitely saw me checking her out. 

  “I’ll do my best.” 

  I slide in the seat closest to her. She didn’t even look up from her phone. Sudoku. She was playing fucking Suduko in a club. Way to send a statement that you don’t give a fuck about the event at you’re at. 

  He placed a brand-new drink in front of her. 

  “What is that?” I gestured towards her drink.

  She locked her phone and looked up slightly dazed as she ran a hand through her volumed hair. 

  Y/N POV

  “It’s a secret.” Holy shit. I know who this is. I know. What’s his name… Brad? Sebastian? Holy shit how could I forget the sexiest man alive’s name. Why is he talking to me? Does he think I’m easy or something? 

  “May I?” Does he want to taste my drink? Like drink from the same glass as me? What the fuck?

  “Be my guest.”

  “Omg that’s delicious.”

  “That’s why it’s a secret.”

  “Chris.” He held out his hand. 

  Chris. Chris Evans. That’s it! 

  “Y/N.” You shook his hand to be nice. The man had a reputation though. You had read all the gossip forums; knew he was a serial dater. Surely, there’s a reason if you’re that good looking and successful you hadn’t settled down yet. 

  You studied his face, he was far from young, but he had aged well, he clearly wasn’t trying to hide the grey specks in his beard or the soft wrinkles of his forehead. He wasn’t as intimidatingly big as you expected but broad and solid none the less. He smelt clean and expensive, and you hoped to God your hand wasn’t sweaty. 

  “So, what brings you here to play Sudoku?” Omg did he look at my phone? Shit that’s embarrassing.

  You chuckled lightly, “Just came for a friend… and the drinks of course.” You took a long sip of the yummy cocktail. 

  CHRIS’S POV

  “So, what do you do?” Please don’t say actress. Please don’t say actress. Please don’t say actress. Please don’t say actress. Please don’t say actress.

  “I manage a (dream workplace).”

“Wow that’s awesome for a second there I thought you were going to say-”

  “Actress. Yeah no.”

  “God you’re quick” He chuckled nervously, unsure of how he was going to crack her. He didn’t know what it was. Maybe it was the fact that at this fancy schmancy event she was playing Sudoku at bar or that regardless of whether she could properly fit in the seat she sat so gracefully and confidently. How her dress hugged her curves, how she got a special drink at the bar because she was just so goddamn special. How every movement was sexy and smooth like she knew exactly who she is and didn’t question herself it for a moment. All he knew is that he wanted to know everything about her and to study ever curve on her body. 

  Y/N POV

  Feeling confident after your 2nd incredibly potent drink, you thought you’d take the opportunity to have some fun with him

   “How often do you do this?” You quizzed.

  Do what? Go to after parties?” Chris replied puzzled.

   “No, go up to random women at a bar”

   “Not often”

   “Bullshit”

   “Why bullshit?”

  You gave him a knowing look

   “Oh so someone likes to read gossip magazines.” he smirked and leaned closer 

  You held your hand to your chest “It’s my god given right as a woman to read trashy magazines”

  “No fair enough but that doesn’t mean they’re true...”

  “Hard to believe you‘d complain about getting pictured with models.” You scoffed, taking a long sip. 

   “Could I prove you wrong?”

  “Doubt it I’m always right” you took another sip, smirking into your straw

   “Then let me take you out”

  You laughed at the suggestion 

  “Chris, I can call you Chris right?”

   “Sure”

  “You’re handsome, successful, clearly there is something going on up there and as much as I’d love to have you sweep me off my feet one night, I also love the fact that me doing the walk of shame has never been put on the front cover of TMZ. So thanks but no thanks.”

  You got up to leave until he grabbed your wrist firmly but softly pulling you to face him. 

  You stood over him, him never letting go of your wrist. 

  “You think I’m handsome?” He crocked his head to the side in a knowing smirk.

  “This is ridiculous.” you rolled your eyes dramatically 

  “How about no walk of shame instead…dinner, privately, no cameras, no photographers… your favourite restaurant brought to you… whatever you want”

  “Whatever I want?”

  “Whatever you want. If I don’t manage to sweep you off your feet, you can go to all the rag mags and tell them Chris Evans is a douchebag.”

  You went to answer until a man came up behind you

  “Brooo there you are where the hell have you been?”

  Chris’s hand fell from your wrist and went to pinch his eyebrow.

  “Hey Zach, this is Y/N” gesturing towards you 

  “Hi nice to meet you sorry I was just leaving.” You scooted past his friend.

  “Wait... Y/N… I..” you disappeared into the crowd before he could finish. No way were you going to embarrass him and in turn yourself in front of his friend.

  “Bro she was… wow… don’t tell me you dropped the ball on that one.”

  “I didn’t… until you showed up.” Chris rubbed his face in angst

  “Shit dude I’m sorry… hey go get her she’s probably still here.”

  “Yeah.. yeah fuck you’re right.” He jumped from his seat and gave his friend a quick tap on the shoulder as he ventured into the crowd towards the exit pushing past bodies.

    You had made it downstairs and walked down the road a little, resting your head against the cold tile wall outside the club. 

  Taking in a deep breathe. Great. You blew it. Maybe you misjudged him. God he was so good looking as well! And smart and funny and charming. You got caught up in his façade, why would he ever want to be with someone like you? He was drunk and clearly out of his mind so he wanted to mess with you. Lucky you got out before you well and tru-“

  “Why so quick to run off?” there he was, hands in his pant pockets leaning towards the wall. 

  You gave a defeated laugh “I didn’t want to embarrass you.”

  “What’s so embarrassing about you?” He said, his face not flinching, seriousness laid in his voice. He seemed genuinely confused at the suggestion. 

  “I don’t know maybe because I wasn’t like every other skinny blonde in there.”

  “You’re right you weren’t…” He took a step closer

  “You’re better. Zach was pretty impressed with you; I just came down to avoid the teasing I’d get for the rest of my life if I managed to let you go without at least one date.”

  You tried to hide you’re smile as you looked away from his intense gaze.

  “There’s nothing embarrassing about you and if you would let me, I would like to take you on that date. And before you ask, no, I don’t do this often.”

  You looked up at the night sky, considering whether you’re about to make the worst or the best choice of your life.

  “Yes”

  “Yes?”

  “Yes, I’ll go on a date with you.”

  “Good.” He passed you his phone and you entered your number, giving it back to him he immediately dialled it and put it towards his ear.

  “Just to be sure” he smirked at you.

  Your phone rang and you held it up to him “I got it.”

  “Good. I’ll see you tomorrow then” He stepped close to you, you thought he was about to kiss you, so you stretched your neck out a little in anticipation towards his chin. 

  Bypassing your lips, he moved to your ear.

  “See you tomorrow” he kissed the skin between your ear and your cheekbone. Your body went hot at his touch.

  He walked backwards as you took a gulp at the sudden intimacy, trying to catch your breathe. 

  “Tomorrow”

  “Tomorrow”

  He fist pumped the air in a celebratory motion.

  You laughed at his gesture and gave him a little wave goodbye as you walked down the street to get a cab.

  “Tomorrow!” He screamed out at, drawing attention from loiters on the street. 

  God what have you gotten yourself into? 

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.

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You’re Mine

Summary: Your FWB Chris Evans likes you more than you think.

Word Count: 2957 Pairing: Chris Evans X plussize!reader / curvy!reader

a/n: First time publishing my work! There’s more if you want it. I saw a gap in the market and wanted to fill it (no pun intended).

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

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI. 8k filth, sub! kinda, daddy kink, overstimulation, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, biting, praise kink, rough sex, orgasm, cum play, P in V, horny af!ChrisEvans, dom!Chris, squirting, Boston accent, cellulite, stretch marks

You lay in bed with your FWB of 3 months now, Chris Evans. For some reason now the whole experience was absolutely mortifying to you. You had a normal 9-5 and never thought moving to LA for an amazing work opportunity would lead you to become the anonymous girl who fucks a celebrity on the side. The whole thing was made worse by the fact you started to catch feelings. Your deluded-self lead you to believe you were the girl he was going to somehow ditch the playboy lifestyle for. But you reason that he didn’t exactly help the situation. For his cocky charming on-camera demeanour, Chris was rather reserved, he’d blush when you’d look at him for a little too long, he’d never rush off after one of your racy nights spent in either hotel rooms or his house, he brought you coffee more than once and knew your order by heart. He had depth, seemed genuinely interested when you went on and on about; your work and its inner complexities, your minor conflicts or misadventures in your day, the books you were reading or the artists you adored, your philosophy on life and your insistence that Rick and Morty is the most genius show ever.

But maybe he was just very clever about the way he operated.

Although you noticed how comfortable it got when your toothbrush lived at his sink, your favourite tea was stocked in the cupboard, tampons in the bathroom drawer, the keypad to his house became muscle memory and Dodger would wag his tail and race around your feet whenever you walked in.

And Chris noticed it to, a pair of your underwear in his laundry, a strand of hair on his sweater, the intoxicating scent of your perfume on his pillow. He’d chuckle to himself at the recent memory of you, inhaling the pillow with force.

At first, it was comical, this dirty secret you kept from everyone, family, best friends, roommates. You’d walk out of a club from a late night, a smug smirk on your face, after getting that routine call from Chris at 3am, growling on the phone for you to get your ass to his. You’d wish everyone a brief farewell and book an uber to his house.

The security who manned the fort into the gated community knew you by name now. Giving a terse smile as they held in a major Hollywood secret. You always thought about if whether there were other girls who’d come on other nights? What did they look like? Did security remember their names as well? They probably had a log titled “CHRIS EVANS FUCKBUDDIES” with all our names and numbers, maybe even a numbering as well, if one girl got too cocky and showed up unannounced so they knew “who to send away” or “Who to not let in if one was already in” you thought to yourself one night as you said hello through the rolled down backseat window.

Of course, this was all a theory in your head, to keep you grounded to the reality of the situation, you weren’t special, and he was using you just as much as you him for some good fun and a cool story to tell the grandkids. You kept it straight during the periods you weren’t together; you’d only ever come when he asked, he always texted or called first. Yet, he made it difficult with the sporadic Dodger video or a selfie of him on set. You rationalised he would do a mass message and they weren’t personal.

The anxiety built up as you played ping pong in your head with the idea of him. You grew tense under his touch, he forearms draped over your waist, supporting his weight with his other arm as he hovered to his side, slightly shadowing over you. He was tracing the outline of your lace bra, generously stretched by the sheer mass of your FF breasts, they were real but didn’t sit up perfectly without support like the fake ones do. They sagged lightly down your chest with a gap separating them down the middle, you hated how you had to push them together with endless supports to get them to be friends and show the truth effect of their mass.

His hands then trailed down to your stomach, using your protruding stretch marks as a road for his fingers. He dipped into the crevices of your rolls smoothing along your skin down the path to where your belly curved outwards like a protruding pregnant lady hanging just so lightly over your public bone so you could still see the tips of toes looking down. His hand gliding along your thigh, finger pads landing softly in the dimples of your cellulite.

You didn’t hate your body by any means taking any chance to show off your luscious curves in tight clothes. But you were often taken aback by Chris’s interest in it. Of course, you stalked him, read the gossip sites, knew his type, the ones you could crush in an instant if you put your weight on them. They all worked in the industry, talented singers, models, or actresses. You didn’t understand the months away on set or crazy schedules. You weren’t that but he wanted it anyways.

“What’s up sugar?” He said in his thick Boston accent, hoping to get a smile out of you. You never had a good poker face and the scowl on your face thinking of his exes was probably obvious. But what right did you have to get jealous or ask? With your budding feelings you didn’t see it a good idea to get into deep and end up heartbroken by an A-Lister. You patted the sheets next to you, looking lazily to your empty side, sighing in response “Oh nothing… was just thinking how many other girls get to sleep in this bed?” you trailed off, avoiding eye contact.

Chris looked shocked and when you looked up to his eyes you could see a little hurt behind them as his mouth curved into a hesitant smile,

C: “None actually.”

Y/N: “Oh really?” you feigned in a shocked manner.

C: “Yes, really… you’re the only one and frankly, I’m happy with that.” He responded in a matter-of-fact tone.

Y/N: “I don’t believe it.”

C: “What’s not to believe?”

Y/N: “Why don’t we take a look at your exes for one.”

C: “Haha fine… they were nothing like you I can tell you that much.”

Y/N: “But that’s the point, Chris, they are nothing like me, they look nothing like me!” The insecurity in your voice pinged. C: “Yes correct, and that’s why they’re my exes, the public ones at least”.

It set in, that this was a classic case of good enough to fuck but not skinny enough to show off publicly you heart broke a little at the thought. You didn’t feel like a good secret anymore.

C: “Every single one lacked what you have that’s why I’m in bed with you and not them and I can even tell you why.”

He took your phone, googling “Complete Chris Evans relationship history”

“God, I feel like such a douche typing that.” he chuckled handing you the phone.

He perched himself on the chair beside the bed, his bare chest on display, the tattoos on his pecks barely peeking out behind his crossed form arms, veins protruding down the length. His hairy legs cross over as he leans back, a smirk planted on his face.

You scrolled to number one,

Y/N: “Ok here, Jessica Alba, 6 years!! What happened there?”

C: “I was young, stupid, didn’t want to settle, she’s married now, I’m with you, case closed.”

Satisfied with that answer you moved onto the next one…

Y/N: “Minka Kelly, 6 years, broke up once.”

He scoffed at the mention,

C: “If it didn’t work the first time, it’s not gonna work the second time then it’s definitely not going to work a third time.”

You went on.

Y/N: “Christina Ricci?”

C: “One-night stand, shit happens, wouldn’t do that again too old.” He chuckled.

Y/N: “Jenny?”

C: “Mid-life crisis, next.”

You were becoming less sure about your womaniser theory as the realisation of Chris’ actions set in. Maybe you weren’t another girl? Maybe all this pushing away and distance done to protect your heart wasn’t the best way to go about finding out if someone likes you or not.

Y/N: “Hmmm ok but what about Alba?”

This one was the closest in dates to you and she was exactly your opposite.

With his elbow now resting on his knee and his hand to his mouth, he quickly made a flinging motion, “small fling didn’t trust her.”

“Ok well...” You didn’t get to finish before Chris rolled his eyes, ripping the phone out of your hand in a swift motion, tossing it across the bed.

He crawled towards you on the bed, pinning you to the mattress, trapping you in between his arms as his palms pressed into the bed, nuzzling his prickly, 2-day old shave against your neck.

Your gasp at the sudden action was quickly followed by a light giggle at the tickling sensation on your sensitive spot.

“All you gotta know is that right now and hopefully for a long time to come you’re the only girl I want in my bed.” He purred in your ear.

“Why’s that Evans?” You egged, needing all the reassurance you could get right now.

“Oh, you want to go fishing now do you? Alright fine let’s go fishing!” he challenged in a tone much louder than his soft whisper before you, you squealed as he grabbed your hands pinning them above your head. As he pecked your sensitive neck with wet kisses.

With every soft kiss on your neck, he’d follow with:

“You’re funny”

kiss

“You’re witty”

kiss

“So incredibly clever” he trailed

Kiss, kiss, kiss

“Fucking sexy”

A long suckle of your neck

“And these, omg god these fucking tits will be the death of me”

He moaned as he buried his head into the valley your breasts.

He trailed his kisses back up to your neck towards your mouth but stopping short pulling back to take in the sight of you. Your lips slightly agape, hair lying in a mess on the pillow, your pale chest flushed with redness from the sudden assault.

“And that smile, every time I catch it, I think I fall a little more in love with you.” Your heart skipped at the sudden confession.

His eyes fell darker as he looked down at your plump lips, placing a soft kiss that made your breath catch in your throat.

You quickly regained yourself as he pulled away, letting the silence of the moment sit between you two first, “I don’t think you’re too bad either Christopher.” you smirked.

He delved the kiss deeper, as his tongue tried to travel down your throat, savouring the taste of you.

He roughly grabbed your waist, trying to pull every inch of you closer to him. His knee went between your legs, spreading your thighs with his force. His hand snaked towards your core as he beckoned his fingers around your panties. You raised your ass to assist as he raced to slide your panties off your thick legs and gorgeous calves. He kissed from your big toe all the way to your inner thigh, taking his time as he sucked, nibbled, and licked at your fleshy skin, leaving red marks fading in your porcelain skin. You moaned at the heat from his mouth giving you goosebumps on your skin. His placed his long tongue flat onto your seeping heat. Clasping his mouth onto your thick lip, suckling on the thick flesh, savouring in your musty cunt.

He cooed between your thick thighs,

“This is my pussy and my pussy only baby.”

“Give daddy all your juices baby.”

You withered under his tough, trying to squirm under his forceful grasp at your thighs, forearms wrapping around your delicious thick ass barely managing to make his fingertips reach your inner thigh due to their mass.

He continued his assault on your sensitive core, but you yearned for his thick member, to feel his heartbeat through his cock pulsate inside of you. Never have you so badly wanted to feel the gush of creamy cum fill up your hole.

“Daddy… please... I need it.” you moaned, pulling at the root of his fluffy hair, stirring a muffled moan from him.

“Hmm what was that baby… you want your cock?”

Your. Cock.

He was all yours, he wanted you just as badly, knowing he had finally worked up the balls to go for the girl he’d always needed and wanted.

He had been such a coward before, he feared the stability that came from settling, unable to fathom that at his age he found his perfect woman – too good to be true but he couldn’t bare to push her away.

He stressed whenever she didn’t reply, anxiety that he fucked it and you’d want nothing to do with him.

He thought you were too good for this lifestyle, you deserved privacy and protection, a normal life, but God knows it’s a crime to deny anyone else from seeing someone that beautiful.

And now he’d have to share her with world, worry that they won’t see what he does and will tear you down to a shadow of yourself, or you have every man and his wife thirsting over her, guys younger than him, who don’t have grey specks in their beard and newspapers calling him the “Eternal Playboy”.

He hated that title, fuck does he worry that you would brush him aside feeling like he’d treat you any less than you’d deserve.

He was never going to let you for a second doubt that he wasn’t grateful to have you.

He grabbed his thick member in his hand, rubbing over the tip, not like he needed more lube your cunt was literally pouring, and he hadn’t even made you cum yet.

Rubbing his swollen tip against your wet entrance, he loved watching your squirm and squeal under his touch.

“Open your eyes baby, I want you to see me stretch out that tight, fat pussy.”

You popped your head up meeting eye to eye with Chris, his mouth on yours. He motioned his eyes between you two, his cock slowly moves between your folds.

The force of his head breaking against your walls. You’d fucked many times before, but you were still getting use to his sheer size. But when he bottomed up on your cervix it’s like his cock was made for you - filling every each, on your hole.

He spent a moment just stagnant inside of you, wanting to savour the heat of your cunt, the feeling of you beneath him, just his.

“Please Chris… daddy… fuck me I need it.”

“Yeah baby… does that kitty want daddy?” Without warning he started his vigorous thrusts.

The aggressive thrust caused you to move up and down the silk sheets, your moans getting jaggered. You managed to choke out a daddy here and then, but Chris was doing all the talking:

"Yeah, you like that cock baby? That’s your cock, all yours baby.” As he continued hitting your cervix.

His hand reached down, determined to make you cum, as his thumb whirled around your swollen clit.

He bowed his head, his mouth open, popping a nipple into his mouth as he bit the nib ever so slightly to cause a sudden jerk reaction. He sucked on your nipple and swirled his tongue around your big areolas. Loving the surface, he could cover with his tongue.

You felt the coil in your stomach tighten as the heat rose from your canal. Chris felt your walls tighten around him knowing you were close.

"You gonna squirt for me baby? Come on... come on your cock baby, only you can cum on daddy’s cock... God you’re so good for me baby. “

With the final verbal encouragement, Chris gave you all the praise you needed to release on his cock, knowing after this you will have to change the sheets. You soak through them pushing Chris out with the gust of liquid flowing out of you.

“God baby… we are gonna have to get you a squirt blanket.” He chuckled shoving his cock back in… he wasn’t done with you yet.

His thrusts became sloppy and less catered to you. His grip had tightened on your hips, snaking both his hands to grab the heavenly plump bounds that was your ass as his nails dug into the flesh. His eyes were shut and his face scrunched up, pink lips parted as he focuses on his orgasm. Enjoying the feeling your pussy gives you.

“Oh fuck!” he twitched inside of you. “Are you close daddy? hmm? ready to fill me up with my cock?” You egged on his impending orgasm impatient to feel him inside of you, he twitched more as you continued. “That’s its daddy… cum for me.” Chris twitched for the last time and exploded inside you, his seed filling your hole, you wanted to always have him in you. You loved this feeling. He collapsed on you relaxing his weight onto your curvy body. Enjoying the built-in pillows, he has now all to himself. Once you knew he was done you tried to move away from his tight grip. 

He muffled into your boobs “Don’t move… I want my kids in you.” You blushed at the thought.

 “I love you so fucking much.” he leaned up and kissed you.

“I love you too.” Finally letting you move.

Well you should stop posting fan fics about chris evans if you hate on him you dumb bitch.

I’m allowed to call him out on his bullshit (which is not hating) and still fantasize about him 😘 you’re an adult. You should know fantasy Chris from reality Chris