"Stay Out of My Head, Wanda" 🤭

This is soo good lol

THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE. IT’S PURELY A PERSONAL ATTACK. HE WILL HEAR FROM MY LAWYERS VERY SOON.

That CHEST

I can’t😭😭

Omg why is he so fucking hot Rn..... I can't with him anymore and I....... Omfg just stop it already chris u r wtf

🎉🎉NEW CHRIS CONTENT TOMORROW!!!! 🎉🎉

Wtf u have no idea how excited I fucking am

Yea I so fucking agree 😂😂

It’s another Sunday Funday! I hope everyone had a great weekend! If you like, as always, send me your requests for the week! You wanna chat? Ask me a question? Let’s chat and get to know each other! Let’s have one more day of fun before Monday Starts! 😉

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I've just finished my 2nd re-watch of "Defending Jacob" and recently while daydreaming I let my mind drift to Andy Barber and this trash is what my brain produced. I am so sorry. This isn't really a full fic or anything. Just wanted to get my smutastic thoughts out so I can leave my friends alone 🙃

WARNINGS: Smut, 18+ please, cheating and light hitting. If this doesn't sound like something you'd consume normally then please scroll on by.

Word Count: 300ish

I'm thinking about Andy Barber fucking me on the washing machine in his basement while he talks to Laurie whom is upstairs 😳😳😳

I -

...okay, like

Umm...

Oh goshhh

Omg duck me already

and he still looks good

Fixing the Broken (Part 5)

Summary: People say that time heals all wounds. In your case, time made it worst.

You’ve been married to Chris for five years, but his absence spoke louder than his words. After 5 years of trying, you’ve decided that you’ve had enough, and you left him. But Chris doesn’t want to let you go; he doesn’t want to give up on your marriage.

Would he be able to fix what you consider irretrievably broken?

Warnings: Angst (As always), mention of toxic friendship and kind of violent behaviour (nothing too bad I swear).

Word Count: 1.7k +

Pairing : Chris Evans x Reader

A/N: You guys are so going to hate me after this one😂.  I swear I started writing with good intentions, but I found myself going back to more and more angst.

I promise it will get better from now on… you know what they say… you need to hit rock bottom before it gets better. I think this is rock bottom.

Don’t be like the reader and let things boil inside you without expressing it. Tell me what you think. I’ll take all your frustration. Trust me,  you don’t want to do the things she did in this part 😂.

Love and apologies  x Mae❤️

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“Fuck you”

-Y/N

You couldn’t remember the last time you had lunch with your friends. Yes, you spent a lot of time with your best friend, you were even living with her now. But your other friends, you couldn’t remember the last time you talked to them face to face. You called each other from time to time, and they’d send you messages every time something about you and Chris would appear on the press, but that was it.

Your best friend thought it would be a good idea for you to meet around lunch and talk about the old times. After two days of thinking about what your thing was and having no clue, you thought it wasn’t a bad idea.

But now that the four of you were all together, you realized sitting in a restaurant and sipping good wine with your friends was definitely not your thing.

You didn’t have a lot of friends, but you had good friends. You would have been more comfortable if it was only you, your best friend and Brooke. But for some weird reason, Alison was also there.

You had nothing against her, but you two weren’t particularly close. When you saw her entering the restaurant with Brooke, you knew you were in big trouble.

There had always been that weird dynamic between Alison and you. Her words seemed nice at first, but they always felt like insults in disguise.

It was actually Chris who made you realize it. He noticed how Alison would always start by saying, ‘don’t take it the wrong way, but before throwing her venom. At first, you refused to believe him. But when you started counting the amount of time that she would actually use the exact words in a conversation, you slowly started to take your distance.

You needed friends who supported you and were genuinely happy when you were happy. Having competitive friendships was a thing in high school. You weren’t going to continue that toxic game with Alison now that you were grown-ups.

At first, you thought things had changed after years. Alison was now married and the mother of adorable twins, so when she started talking about her family, you thought you could start to relax. But Alison was determined to prove to you that some things never change.

“It’s funny how I got married three years after you, Y/N. I mean, I have two kids, and you’re still on honeymoon planet,” Alison said, laughing.  

There it was: the first blow. The subtlety and the mastery of the attack almost amazed you. You gave Alison a small smile, deciding it would be best to remain silent. The past weeks had been hard enough; you weren’t going to add more drama to your life.

“How’s the tour going?” You asked Brooke.

You and Brooke knew each other since your dancing days. She was such a sweet woman, and the only reason you weren’t seeing her too much was because of her career. She was a ballet dancer in New York now, and you couldn’t be happier for her. It’d been a time you were contemplating the same career, but one nasty injury and you were done. You weren’t as good as Brooke, but it’s something to choose to end a career and another to be forced to, betrayed by your owned body.

“Oh, it’s good… and I’ve been contacted by Paris Opera Ballet,” Brooke said with a huge smile on her face.

You clapped. Maybe your best friend and Alison didn’t understand, but you knew what it meant to be contacted by that company. For classical dancers, it was the holy grail. You remembered when Chris took you to the Palais Garnier to see the company play. It remained one of your favorite memories to date.

“Paris, huh. I was there last summer with the kids. Not as cool as I thought it would be, though,” Alison said

You opened your mouth, this time ready to strike. Why did Alison have to make everything about her? You were about to ask her when your phone started to ring. Your eyes grew big when you saw the caller’s name. Chris.

“Sorry, I have to take this,” you said yourself before distancing yourself from the group to take the call.

“Chris? is everything okay?” you asked.

“Hey, yeah … I’m mean kind of”

His tone was hesitant as if he was holding something from you. Your heartbeat fastened; you knew it wasn’t a good idea to let him responsible for everything. As the control freak that you were, your mind started to wander, and you started imagining the worst scenario possible.

“What’s going on? Did you burn the house?”

“What?” Chris said, confusion all over his voice.

“There’s something wrong, I can tell. Spill it out, Chris,” you said, already losing your patience.

You heard him take a deep breath. “I was wondering if you could keep Dodge for a day or two. I have this fix something quick in L. A and…”

You didn’t hear the rest of his sentence. He was still talking, but you weren’t listening anymore. It was something about signing a document in person, something very urgent. Nothing you never heard in the past.

“Y/N, are you still there?” He asked after his monologue

“Fuck you, Chris.”

You didn’t leave him time to reply and hung up. His audacity left you speechless. His whole family was on speed dial, but he had to call you. He wasn’t even hiding his lack of effort anymore.

When you returned to your table, you weren’t in the mood anymore. You laughed when everybody laughed, smiled when they smiled, but you weren’t paying attention. Your mind was stuck on that call. Chris really called you to ask you that After the conversation you had with Alicia. What happened to him walking in your shoes and you doing your thing? He couldn’t even pretend for two days.

Your phone started to ring again, but you declined it. Chris called two more times, and your friends began to notice something was wrong. The third time you just couldn’t take it anymore. You were tired of pretending, tired of smiling. It was as if you got an adrenaline rush and needed to empty the boiling anger you felt inside.

You took the call and shouted, “I said fuck you, Chris!”

You felt better right after, but it didn’t last. Three pairs of eyes were staring at you, along with other people around your table. You were about to apologize when Alison made a mistake and opened her mouth.

“Seems like there’s trouble in paradise,” Alison said

It was the condescending tone for you. It was the fact that she didn’t know what she was talking about and yet hit your most sensible nerve.

You didn’t even think and took the first thing close to you. Your best friend and Brooke realized too late what you were about to do, and you threw your glass of wine in Alison’s face.

“Fuck you too,” you said before taking your bag to leave.

You could hear her scandalized voice behind you, and it strangely made you smile. You hadn’t found your thing yet, but you hoped it would feel as satisfying as this.

Now it was time to deal with your ex-husband. Yes, ex-husband. Therapy or not, you were done.

Chris just hung up with his mother when you opened the front door. After asking his mom if she could keep Dodger, she screamed at him too. He knew he messed up when Lisa threatened to make you sign the divorce paper herself if he dared to leave Boston tonight.

Nobody seemed to understand how urgent the matter in L.A. was. He wasn’t going for a month. He wasn’t even going to stay there a week. It was for one night, one night, and they were all antagonizing him.

Chris thought he was angry before he saw your face. His blood froze when he saw your expression. You looked like you were about to commit a murder. You looked like you were about to murder him.

“Y/N…”

“I’m not here to talk. You will talk with my lawyer. I’m here for Dodger.”

Y/N didn’t even stop walking when she said that. She started calling Dodger, who came to her, his tail showing how happy he was to see her.

Chris started to panic. You looked more determined than ever. Since he came back and you told him you wanted to divorce, you’d always made it sound like an option, like something that could be fixed. You even let him choose between therapy and divorce.

He realized you weren’t negotiating anymore. You were telling him what was going to happen. You told him during the last therapy session that he wanted the divorce, not you. Now it seemed like you wanted it.

“Y/N, listen, I’m not going to L.A anymore… I”

“Where is his long leash. I told you he hates this one,” You said, still packing Dodger’s things.

He followed you in every room you went. Not even once you’d met his eyes. Chris felt like his heart was about to stop. He couldn’t believe what was happening.

“Baby, please let’s talk. I messed up, but I swear I…”

“Again” You cut him off.

Chris looked at you, not sure what you meant.

For the first time since you arrived, you stopped walking and looked at him. “You messed up again.”

He didn’t know what to say. For his defence, he was going to L. A to break a contract he was supposed to start in the following weeks. He was actually going to Los Angeles so that he could commit a hundred percent to fix your marriage.

“You know if Dodger was an actual kid, I’d ask for full custody, right?”

He couldn’t believe you were talking so openly about court and divorce. “Common, Y/N. I said I was not going anymore.”

“And I don’t care. I’m here for Dodger. You’re free to go if you want,” you said. “Common Dodger, say goodbye to your dad.”

Dodger didn’t even come to Chris and followed you to the door. Chris remained still and looked at the two of you leaving.

“I was trying to fix this,” Chris said, frustrated.

“You can’t keep breaking things and say you’re trying to fix them, Chris.”

With that, you left with Dodger, Letting Chris think about what just happened.

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it's you all along {A.B}

Au: soulmate

Summary: After the death of his son, the love between andy and his wife’s marriage began to vanish… Until he felt the harmony between him and the granddaughter of his old neighbor.

Warning(s): catching feelings for someone aside from their partner

Type: series, chapter 2/?... Chap1

A/n: I DO NOT ENCOURAGE CHEATING!! but a little fun could be nice... also, I try to keep the chapter short because of some reason...please tell me if you'd like to be on my taglist. thank you for reading!🌻❤️

the week came by in a blink of an eye. Andy barely noticed the days passing by until a knock from the front door one afternoon. He was met by the sight of his wife talking to someone while holding a basket full of cookies when he made his way down the stairs.

the smell of the cookies pulled Andy to his wife. he snakes a hand in the small of his wife's back, looking at who the lovely visitor is. all the exhaustion he endured for the week seemed to just disappear when he saw your tiny frame.

"andy, this is the granddaughter of our new neighbor, y/n," Laurie said while smiling.

"uh yeah, we've met last week" god, he can melt at your voice mixed with smiling. "I'll go now. nice meeting you, Laurie."

"thank you for the cookies. nice meeting you too, y/n"

"of course" andy almost flinch when you looked at him "Mr. barber," you said with a parting smile.

"what're the cookies for?" andy asked while heading to the kitchen to grab another cup of coffee.

"They invited us for dinner at eight. It's the old man's birthday. I figured you wouldn't want to go since you have so many things to keep you busy." his wife said bitterly.

"I'll go," he said with finality in his voice. Laurie looked at him with surprise but didn't reply.

Just before the clock hits 8 o'clock, Andy was already jumping down the stairs. He saw his wife already at the door ready to leave.

"we're married, remember?" Andy sarcastically mumbled.

"Yeah, right."

The couple walked to the house next door to be met with the woman, Andy was so familiar with.

"Hey, guys! I'm glad you can make it." The lady hugged Laurie with joy.

When y/n hugged the taller man, Andy held her a little bit longer than a welcome hug. He made sure to smell the tea tree oil-scented hair of yours.

"you guys are just right on time, we were serving dinner already." the woman announced after parting the hug. "c'mon in!"

while y/n led them to the backyard, Andy observed the house. the living room they passed by wasn't small but not too spacious either, it was connecting to the kitchen that has pretty good space too. He's thinking someone probably likes to cook since the pieces of equipment are all complete.

they were met with a crowd consisting of the whole block when they reached the backyard.

"Papa! here are Mr. and Mrs. Barber. they lived in the door to our right." you introduced. "I'll go back inside to restore the food, enjoy!"

"why don't you help her, andy." andy felt his insides lighting up with joy after his wife suggested.

"uh, yeah sure."

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dropping my boyfriend’s hand - Chris Evans

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hold me, love me, show me

pairing— chris evans x fem!reader

word count— 2,691

summary— chris misses you and wants you to know that

warnings— tub sex, fingering, riding, it gets fluffy kinda(???)

authors note— this is pretty vanilla compared to what i’m working on atm but its so cute and yah!! DO NOT STEAL MY CONTENT AND MINORS DNI

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the water was piping hot, near the point of scalding, straddling that finite line between pain and relaxation. chris carefully lowered himself inch by lip biting inch, submerging until it was up to his chin. he had it customized before installing it, big enough for three people, had massage jets and a temperature regulator; the closest thing to the fancy one’s he had been in from a movie he starred in.

breathing a sigh of awaited comfort, you squeezed excess water out of the sponge, letting water trickle over your eyes, the soulful crooning of alicia keys from the Bluetooth speaker in the corner lulling me into a state of euphoria. It was quiet time. the dog was walked and fed, left to his own devices and you were across the hall in the master bathroom getting ready for another day at work. chris used to pray every day for a life like this, but he should have been careful what he wished for, or least got a warranty.

you and chris had been together for years and you two had what many would call a storybook relationship. you lived in the suburbs, two wonderful dogs, fulfilling careers, no financial worries. when he first met you, he couldn't stop staring at you; damn near dropped the carton of eggs he had in his hands due to his wandering eyes. you were clearly the most beautiful in the store.

he kept his distance at first, daring not to cross that social boundary, thinking he wasn't your type, if she even had one. he always remembered the outfit you had on, he would constantly go back to that store, making it his primary shopping spot even though the first time he went was the time he saw you. you wore simple skirts and blouses with no brand names. there was something about your simple demeanor that drew him to you. finally he made his move, inviting you to his favorite café.

soon the two of you would meet every other day at the café to just talk and enjoy each other’s company, sometimes even bringing work with you to get done. he’d try to occasionally buy you treats and you would politely refuse them, making him think you weren’t truly interested at all. there was no getting through your emotional fortress. he was ready to throw in the towel.

the first time you showed any emotion was after he made a joke about how be playing the next Johnny Storm again. you gave a crooked grin and a soft laugh, lips stretched tight around your teeth, not letting them peek through. he decided to give it another shot, sidling up beside you.

the click of the bathroom door startled him back from memory lane. he opened his eyes, tilting his neck to the left to see you looking in the large bathroom mirror as you applied your lipstick. you were wearing only panties, giving him a full view of all of your loveliness. hair hanging down to the small of your back. your caramelized skin shining under the studio lights, still glowing from your shower.

he gazed upward to the backs of your knees, remembering how he would make you squirm when he kissed you there. he kept moving; to your ass that he would slap to your delight when you was on top. it was now a little thicker and wider, but still sufficient to take a light swat or a heavy nibble. he stared at your rounded hips; how he wrapped his arms around them the first time you danced together.

in the mirror, his gaze fell upon your breasts. you were usually dead to the world by the time he comes home now. your areolas always reminded his of peanut butter cups topped with chocolate kiss nipples that never melted under his burning breath. he gave them the most attention, nipping at them for what seemed like hours. it was your eyes that made him lose train of thought during those working at the café times. they truly were windows to your soul, but you controlled the blinds at will.

"what?"

"huh?" you caught him looking and was now staring back at him through the mirror. "you need something?"

"no, babe." he tried to settle back in the water.

"the lights in my bathroom are out again." you concentrated on your lips. "you said you would call the electrician."

“i will." he wrung out more water from the sponge. "you leaving soon?"

"i got a meeting at ten." finished with your lips, you picked up the liner and started doing your eyes.

“i love you." there was a smatter of sadness in his voice that he tried to hide to no avail. you stopped trying to draw along your eyelid and turned around to face him. “what made you say it like that?" he faced you. "i just wanted you to know it."

"i know you do, chris" you turned back around to the mirror. "come here."

"hold on."

"for a second, please." you lay the tube down on the counter and approached the side of the tub, your eyes registering confusion. he reached a wet hand out to you. you let him take your hand and sidled closer. other than the obligatory goodbye peck, this was the first time you had physical contact in a long time. he wasn't going to let that moment go to waste. without warning, he moved up to your wrist and pulled you in the tub with him. your surprised yelp was quickly drowned out by the large splash of displaced water hitting the tile floor. "it's fucking hot, chris!" you tried to scamper out but his grip was unyielding. you bit his shoulder in hopes of him letting go, but he wasn't about to. “it's not that hot."he rubbed your shoulders and arms in an effort to calm you down and lessen the growing redness on your skin.

realizing your efforts were futile, you ceased struggling. "usually, people that say that love you, don't try to scald and drown you." you splashed water his my face and turned your back to him. "i gotta do my face all over again," you said in a less than jubilant tone. you moved away from him but made no attempt to get out. "your face is fine."he moved over to your side of the tub and kissed you on the shoulder. you smiled briefly, but was still visibly upset. "i have an important meeting, sweetie."you were using the same tone on him that you used with the dogs when they weren’t listening or when they didn’t leave the kitchen.

he kissed you on the neck right behind you right ear, your spot. "when can you say you have me all to yourself?" you didn't reply, but he felt your walls crumbling. "can't you hear it?" he asked. you cocked your head to the side, water dripping off your earlobe, to listen. "i don't hear anything."

"exactly." he grinned at you. "when was the last time the house was this quiet?" you grinned at that remark, drawing circles in the water with your fingers. he pulled you closer to him, coaxing you to lean against him. you obliged; your wet hair splayed over his chest. he opened his knees till you were directly between his legs. he squeezed a generous amount of liquid soap in the palm of his hand and began to spread the green goo all over your shoulders and breasts as you delightfully shivered from the acute chill.

as ms.keys began to belt out the starting chords of "Unbreakable", filling the room with the tender keys of a baby grand, you softly began to hum along. he grabbed a sponge from a hook on the wall and began to wash you like he use to. starting at the back of your neck and tracing a path along your right arm, leaving a trail of tiny suds in his path, to the tips of your fingers which you quickly entwined in his.

you sighed and collapsed against him, completely at ease. he ran the sponge over your shoulders, traveling under your neck, leaving tiny bubbles on your chin. you took the cloth from him and began to run it up his left arm, slow and loving swaths, till you reached his upper arm. dropping it in the water, you traced the tattoo he got of his moms astrology sign, taurus underneath with your fingernail, leaving a sudsy copy on top.

he used his hands to rub the tension out of your upper back, grinding out the brick of problems until you were a cotton ball of relaxation. he watched your nipples harden as he used his thumbs to circle your areolas, grazing over them. they fell under the pressure of his thumb, only to stand erect again when he passed. you groaned your approval and reciprocated by reaching behind for a grip on his hardening cock. lightly running your fingers up and down his shaft, her breathing turned into soft moans.

"hold me." twisting your body around until you were able to wrap your arms around his waist, you rested your head against his chest. the steam left your eyeliner in ruins as they ran rivulets down your cheeks and lazily mixed with the bath water. you looked up at him and kissed him. you tasted the mint of his toothpaste as his tongue sought out yours. he ran his right hand down your back, fingers fighting through wet tangles of hair until he reached slippery spine. he rubbed along the ridges, feeling each bump pass underneath my fingertips until he reached the curve of your butt underwater.

you moaned in approval as he squeezed it, kneading it between his fingers; slight give like a baker's dough. he hooked the waistband of your panties with his finger, sliding them down your thighs. you kicked them the rest of the way down your legs, flicking them off when they reached your ankle until they landed with a wet splat on the tile. you chewed on his bottom lip, one hand remained behind him, scratching him between the shoulder blades while the other resumed stroking him, your fingers seeking out the pulsing vein.

you shifted your hips, pressing his dick against your palm, he couldn't remember the last time it was held by someone other than himself. you kept kissing, exploring each other all over again. your breast brushed against his forearm, nipple hard enough to cut diamond. your tongue left his mouth, in search of other orifices, plunging into his ear. that was the weakest spot on his body and hid body reacted to it. goosebumps sprouted along his arms, quickly washed away by your wet kisses.

with his left hand, he moved from your breast to your belly until he found your sensitive nub. you gasped and then moaned, spreading your legs wider to give him better access. you gripped him tighter, he flicked his fingers back and forth, eventually parting the soft folds, until he was inside you two fingers deep.

“love me." he rose up, grabbing you by the waist, and pulled you in a straddling position till you were facing each other. He could feel the slipperiness of you love as you brushed against his thigh. you moved against him, pressing your clit against his shaft, rubbing back and forth till it hardened like your nipples. he cradled your head with his right arm, supporting your back with the other as you increased the friction. you moved your hair, which was now plastered against your face, out of your eyes and looked at him.

"i never stopped loving you, chris ." "i know, baby." "we never had the time anymore." "well, the world is gonna have to wait while we catch up." you smiled and drew closer to meet your lips with his, while guiding him inside of you at the same time. the sloshing of the water along the sides of the tub slowly overtook the music as you humped against him, lower lip trapped between clenched teeth, the sounds of your pleasure escaping in the tiniest of moans. as hot as the water was, he could feel the difference between it and your arousing heat.

he pressed closer and gripped your ass with both hands as you rocked on top of him. "no one's here, y/n" his comment was answered by a deep groan as you stopped biting your lip and let out all the pent-up frustration of work and day to day responsibilities. he felt himself slide deeper inside you, your inner sanctum receiving him, gripping vise-like. "i love you, i love you, i love you..." he couldn't get the words out fast enough as he peppered your face and neck with kisses.

"show me," she breathed. he raised his hips higher, causing him to slide deeper inside you and lower in the water. Before he knew it he was submerged. he opened his eyes underwater and stared at her. he held my breath, tiny bubble escaping to pop at the surface. his lungs burned from the lack of oxygen and his throat tightened in search of fresh air but he stayed under, still inside of you, his hands locked on her hips. the water stilled and he began to see more clearly. you looked back through the water at him and he saw the love was still there. you saw that he was ready to give life for you as quickly as he could give it to you.

he was out of air, ready to rise but you came down to him, planting your lips on his, giving him your oxygen. he took all you gave; breathing turned to kissing. he felt the familiar twang starting in the pit of his stomach, his dick convulsing in anticipation. the little air he received was spent and you were surely out as well, but you kept your lips pressed to one another, pelvis' crushed together as one.

he began to come, deep blasts of devotion filling your sanctum, starting you on a simultaneous orgasm. you both rose out of the water together but never detached, riding it out together. you wrapped your arms around him tightly, knees raised out of the water. he felt you shaking as you bit down on his shoulder, hips bucking feverishly. you stayed in that for what seemed like hours, only a light caress or shared kiss to break up the monotony. he was no longer hard and his cock slipped out of you , but you stayed in that position. your phone rang in the next room, but you two didn't move. the water cooled, but you just hugged the chill away.

only when the downstairs door opened; the weekly maid showing up for duty, did you part. he moved quickly as he could, trying to jumpstart his circulation through his legs again. when he got out, he helped you, wrapping you up in a towel. you ran giggling like a schoolgirl back across the hallway to the bedroom before the maid made it upstairs. he grabbed his bathrobe, quickly donning it and meeting the help halfway on the stairs.

chris dismissed her for the day and returned to the bedroom to find you stretched out on the unmade bed, towel cast aside. you had your eyes closed, a coy smile on your face. he turned to leave you, assuming you fell asleep when you spoke.

“you know that light in my bathroom?" “huh?" “the broken light." “oh yeah. i'll call the guy." “don't worry about it, i like your bathroom better." he smiled, strolling over to you on the bed and curling his body around yours.

"i'm cutting back on days." you opened your eyes and turned to look at him. "ive missed this too." he knew you weren’t just talking about the sex, even though it was as intense as the first time, but the fact that you were together. he leaned over and kissed your eyelids, then your nose.

Quiet and Sacred

PAIRING: Chris Evans X Reader

SUMMARY: It's a quiet night at the Evans house.

WORDS: 509

WARNINGS: mentions of sexual situations, not really smut but a bit smutty. Like... Smut lite? 18+ just to be sure. It's mostly just fluff though because that's my aesthetic. 😁

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It's quiet in your house. Moon rays soaking the bed sheets surrounding you, a lazy arm placed on his abdomen. You feel the steady thrumming of his heartbeat next to your ears, the rise and fall of his chest setting a rhythmic pattern of sleepiness that makes your body relax against him. He feels like home. 

Halfway dozed, your head on his chest, taking in the faint scent of lime and cedarwood from an earlier shower, he draws lazy patterns on your shoulder as he reads the news on his phone. These hushed nights - after a long day of packed schedules, of driving or flying or pulling or parading or being directed or walking to a pre-planned destination, after scarfing meals in the car in between places because he "can't be late to the next interview" - these nights are sacred, a time when you can both power down and hear nothing. Do nothing. They are like a prize at the end of a marathon. 

Of course, this wasn't always the ending to a night that happened. Sometimes, when Chris was away at a shoot, or on business because of ASP, or any of the other hundreds of things he was responsible for, he had a hard time winding down and just being. In those moments, he would call you, and either you or he would fall asleep, listening to the rhythm of your voices.

You shift a little in his embrace, curling your leg around his. A contented sigh leaves your lips, happy that your love is back for the time being. His hair is longer this time, still messy damp from showering and not being bothered to comb it. Earlier, you had loved the feeling of it between your fingers as you pulled on it just a bit, a moan caught in his throat as he was worshipping your breasts, making up for lost time. Lips met with tongues and shallow pants. Squeezed your hips so tight, you knew there'd be bruising in the morning. Rocking harder and deeper into each other until you were chanting his name like a prayer, one that had been silent for too long. 

Satiated and sleepy, you hug yourself to him; he lands a kiss on top of your head. Putting his phone on the table next to him, he rolls until you are under him, arms around your head and caging you in. Leaning down, he kisses you slowly and softly as if he wants to remember this moment. To be present.  

"I love you, sweet girl." He whispers in your ear, making you feel so protected and whole. 

"I love you too, Chris."

You nuzzle his nose and take one last drink of his lips before you both settle into each other. His arm curls around your waist and pulls you back into his chest. You can feel the warmth from his mouth as his lips settle in your hair. A contented sigh rolls from you both as eyes close. You fall asleep to the calm rhythm of his breath. 

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pairing: chris evans x reader

requested: hey there! can i have one where you and chris are best friends, and the both of you kiss because chris wants to get a patriots matching couple’s jersey on valentine’s day that’s meant for couple’s only? please make it fluffy!!

word count: 2.5k

warnings: MAJOR LOAD OF FLUFF, chris being an absolute sweetest, best friends to lovers troupe, 

a/n: hello! i am once again back with a chris fic as voted, this is the cutest fic i’ve written, i loved it, and i hope you will too, as always, your feedback matters a lot to me!

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“What are you getting Lisa for Valentine’s day?” You asked your best friend curiously, bringing your cup of iced latte to your lips, taking a quick sip of the cold beverage, sighing when you finally got your caffeine for the day, it was a lazy Tuesday and Chris had asked you if you wanted to catch a movie, which you had immediately agreed upon.

It was a well known fact that your childhood best friend was rarely available, and even when he was, it didn’t take a little over a month for him to be called away to film another movie or blockbuster, and you would be left with a hole in your heart, at least that was what you had said when he finally decided to ask you out for that movie, which didn’t turn out to be such a great idea because there were no seats left and the both of you were left wandering around the mall, doing good old window shopping, which honestly, you enjoyed a lot more.

“I don’t know, maybe flowers?”

“You got her that last year,” you said as you ever so casually linked your arm with his, something that you had missed doing.

As kids, he would always grab your hand, holding onto it tightly as he brought you from one place to the other, the first time it happened, the both of you were in first grade and the second it happened, you could feel your stomach do flips as you tried to keep up with him, your eyes bright and filled with excitement as you allowed him to take you to the nearby playground where the ice cream truck was parked, back then ice cream was all the craze throughout the neighborhood, every child wanted an ice cream from the latest ice cream truck in town, with speakers that played music and the all too familiar bell that rang whenever it came right along.

You smiled, remembering just how you had excitedly dug into your pockets, only to realise you were short of half a dollar, thinking that you wouldn’t be able to have the treat, you had stepped aside and had asked your best friend to get his, which he did, what you didn’t know was that he had gotten the vanilla toffee which was the very flavour you had wanted, running back to you.

“I thought you wanted chocolate?” You had asked as the blue eyes shrugged, big smile on his face as he unwrapped it, plopping down onto the park bench beside you as he handed it to you.

“It’s okay (y/n), we can share!” he had said, and just like that, your smile grew to match his own, the sun slowly set, and all you two could talk about was your biggest dreams, which as kids was all you two ever thought about.

“We should get chocolate next time” you said, and Chris nodded, happiness evident in his eyes as he grasped your hand in his, insisting that he should follow you back home.

“What about a watch?” Chris asked as you two walked past a shop selling that very item, the metal glinting under warm show lights.

“Wait, didn’t you get that-“

“Right, Christmas,”

“Yeah you did,”

“I think I got her everything,” Chris started, sighing.

“Except a grandchild,” you tease, as the brunette groaned in exasperation.

“Come on!”

“What?” you laugh, watching as your best friend rolls his eyes playfully at your never ending antics, just a week ago, you had been over to the house for a barbeque dinner, and half way through your first beer, Lisa had asked Chris when he was going to get married, which began as a joke at first, but when Scott bought up the pact that you and your best friend had made a good twenty years ago, your face had heated up in complete embarrassment, said pact was that if Chris doesn’t get married by the time he was over thirty five, the two of you would just settle for each other.

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lip lock | c.e

pairing: chris evans x reader

requested: hey there! can i have one where you and chris are best friends, and the both of you kiss because chris wants to get a patriots matching couple’s jersey on valentine’s day that’s meant for couple’s only? please make it fluffy!!

word count: 2.5k

warnings: MAJOR LOAD OF FLUFF, chris being an absolute sweetest, best friends to lovers troupe, 

a/n: hello! i am once again back with a chris fic as voted, this is the cutest fic i’ve written, i loved it, and i hope you will too, as always, your feedback matters a lot to me!

masterlist | requests faq | requests open!

thank you for reading, it means so much to me that you do!

“What are you getting Lisa for Valentine’s day?” You asked your best friend curiously, bringing your cup of iced latte to your lips, taking a quick sip of the cold beverage, sighing when you finally got your caffeine for the day, it was a lazy Tuesday and Chris had asked you if you wanted to catch a movie, which you had immediately agreed upon.

It was a well known fact that your childhood best friend was rarely available, and even when he was, it didn’t take a little over a month for him to be called away to film another movie or blockbuster, and you would be left with a hole in your heart, at least that was what you had said when he finally decided to ask you out for that movie, which didn’t turn out to be such a great idea because there were no seats left and the both of you were left wandering around the mall, doing good old window shopping, which honestly, you enjoyed a lot more.

“I don’t know, maybe flowers?”

“You got her that last year,” you said as you ever so casually linked your arm with his, something that you had missed doing.

As kids, he would always grab your hand, holding onto it tightly as he brought you from one place to the other, the first time it happened, the both of you were in first grade and the second it happened, you could feel your stomach do flips as you tried to keep up with him, your eyes bright and filled with excitement as you allowed him to take you to the nearby playground where the ice cream truck was parked, back then ice cream was all the craze throughout the neighborhood, every child wanted an ice cream from the latest ice cream truck in town, with speakers that played music and the all too familiar bell that rang whenever it came right along.

You smiled, remembering just how you had excitedly dug into your pockets, only to realise you were short of half a dollar, thinking that you wouldn’t be able to have the treat, you had stepped aside and had asked your best friend to get his, which he did, what you didn’t know was that he had gotten the vanilla toffee which was the very flavour you had wanted, running back to you.

“I thought you wanted chocolate?” You had asked as the blue eyes shrugged, big smile on his face as he unwrapped it, plopping down onto the park bench beside you as he handed it to you.

“It’s okay (y/n), we can share!” he had said, and just like that, your smile grew to match his own, the sun slowly set, and all you two could talk about was your biggest dreams, which as kids was all you two ever thought about.

“We should get chocolate next time” you said, and Chris nodded, happiness evident in his eyes as he grasped your hand in his, insisting that he should follow you back home.

“What about a watch?” Chris asked as you two walked past a shop selling that very item, the metal glinting under warm show lights.

“Wait, didn’t you get that-“

“Right, Christmas,”

“Yeah you did,”

“I think I got her everything,” Chris started, sighing.

“Except a grandchild,” you tease, as the brunette groaned in exasperation.

“Come on!”

“What?” you laugh, watching as your best friend rolls his eyes playfully at your never ending antics, just a week ago, you had been over to the house for a barbeque dinner, and half way through your first beer, Lisa had asked Chris when he was going to get married, which began as a joke at first, but when Scott bought up the pact that you and your best friend had made a good twenty years ago, your face had heated up in complete embarrassment, said pact was that if Chris doesn’t get married by the time he was over thirty five, the two of you would just settle for each other.

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Rough Love

Pairing: Chris Evans x Plus Size Reader

Summary: Chris notices bruises he left…

Note: AHHHH OMGOMG i got such a good response on my Chris blurb which you can find here, that I decided to make a sort of series with Plus Size Reader! I hope you guys enjoy this and let me know what you think!🥰

I’m also going to start adding warnings on my posts that contain smut just in case anyone is triggered by certain sexual acts.

Warnings🛑: smut(choking, hair pulling, scratching, bruising, spanking, degradation, dom Chris, oral(m/f receiving), penetration, unprotected sex)

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Chris stared down at his beautiful girl, absolutely horrified. His memories of last night came flooding to the front of his brain, starting at the finger shaped bruises on your jaw…

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