You’re Mine
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.
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Maybe....no he did he wanted to hate himself
Warnings 18+ just incase sadness depression, unhappiness dissacosiation mentions of death, brief mention of a wife just being asleep sleeping next to her husband, I guess some self disctruction
Its a part of my Maybe series.....I've had this in my drafts for a while I finally decided to post it. It's not edited. Here's the first maybe
He had used one of those apps to see what thier kids would like. And as he stared his thumb ran over the screen gently like if he was caressing his child's face he thought
"Maybe... maybe....."
"Maybe that life is over maybe its truly over. Maybe what we had is be is gone forever. The man I was is gone." He remembered her dragging him to a museum for a date but he only agreed because she really wanted to go. And he loved it. He liked no loved the look of pure adoration on her face as she studied the strokes and the shading. She studied the painting and he studied what he considered to be the truly beautiful work of art before him, her. Light and shadow That was her favorite thing to look at how everyone used diffrent colors to highlight and contour. Funny as he became a shadow of himself He went to a museum the other day. He wanted to love it he wanted so bad to love it. And he did love it the painting gthat is because it reminded him of her but he wanted so bad to love it like he did before. to turn and see her face next him , to try and get as close as she could. He longed for her to use him as a pole or tree to steady herself so she could use lean in as close as she could without falling past the line the museum didn't want people to cross. That what he loved . Thats what he wanted. But he wasn't that. He wasn't that man because he didn't have her. He realized he may just never be that man again. And he hated himself for it all, for not being there, for wanting her back for pretending to be someone else to get close to her.
Then he realized he is someone else. And he wanted to hate himself. He came to the conclusion he deserved to. Because by not being with there with her that night he destroyed her life too and everything she had and he knew she would hate him for ruining what she could have had in her life now. They could have had kids by now. She could have had so much more than what she has now and he knows how happy she was. He would see it each and every morning as he'd wake up before her and he loved the smile on her face as she slept. Especially when she slept his chest she would have the biggest smile as she slept
"She always looked so happy" he though and he wondered how much if that smile still remained. And how much of that smile he had taken from her.
He hated himself.
He really hated himself. And he wanted to... too... have a better reason because he hated a man who lost everything for nothing.
He wanted to be hated.
He wanted to be hated so he wasn't alone in his hate.
He did something he'd never do and made sure he'd be hated . He decided that man was dead and gone. Dead so she could live and he accepted that. And he wanted no trace of that man's idiotic self in him. So he did what they wanted. What he people wanted. He dated. He dated someone he never would someone he wouldn't even be in the same room with if things if his wife was still his.. and boy did he put himself into that part. He looked so happy in the photos but everyone he took he remembers thinking this is what I want I want to be hated and his face was happy when he did that. So happy. No one could know. No one would ever know the reason behind those smiles and looks of joy. It was simply a man who knew what he wanted and knew he was getting it.
Then he went on his Instagram account. He looked at the comments and was happy...happy he was hated as much as he hated himself. He then went o look at hers and he couldn't find it. He searched her name under followers and nothing came up. He went to his first he only used for family and then searched for her-he found her. She had blocked him
Now he really had lost her.
He slid off the couch onto the floor and cried he lost her.
He morned the man he left behind when he signed his sould away to the devil, no not the one who let her live but the one he was now tied to
He mourned her. She was now really lost. He knew. When she did something like thst she was angry sad upset hurt and held onto it like an elephant. And he knew what her thoughts would be seeing his face. He betrayed her. And he felt like shit but he wanted to. He wanted to.
Maybe one day she would forgive him.
Maybe one day he would- no no he would never forgive himself. He didn't want to. He had no right to. He made his bed, he dug his grave-and he was already covered with dirt on his head.
Maybe one day he would be or she would or something would change but he created a whole new man and he couldn't even bring himself to do the right thing. Maybe in another universe. He imaginer discussions with her but none of them he could find the words she would use to forgive him because he knew he wouldn't. He knew what her lines were and he crossed them
She was really not.... now it wasn't a maybe....
She was lost
But maybe he wasn't
Maybe......
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KEY:
☁️ - Fluff 🔥 - Smut/NSFW 🌤 - Platonic
🌧 - Tear Jerker / Sad
🌪 - Angst
SERIES:
COMING SOON: Third Times A Charm | A Chris Evans X RDJ Sister!Reader (description here)
Take Me Home | Nick Vaughan X Reader:
Part 1 - Meet Cute ☁️
Yes, No, Maybe | Chris Evans X Curvy!Reader:
Part 1 - Chris meets you and has to have you. ☁️🌪
Part 2 - your first date. ☁️
Part 3 (Virgin!Reader) - Chris takes your virginity 🔥☁️
Bubba | Dad!Chris Evans X Pregant/Mom!Reader):
Part 1 - You tell Chris he’s going to be a dad for the first time. ☁️🌧
Part 2 - Protective!DadChris ☁️
IMAGINES/ONE SHOTS & HEADCANONS:
Chris Evans
You’re Mine (Curvy!Reader) - You’re Chris’s FWB and you wonder if you’re the only one 🔥☁️
All Worth It (Curvy!Reader) - You and Chris go public with your relationship. ☁️
Chris Evans Alphabet (Curvy!Reader) - smut implied but mainly fluff. ☁️
Chris Evans Alphabet NSFW - 🔥
What A Girl Wants - You’re a str!pper and Chris wants you for the night. 🔥
Happiest Man Alive - You’re a florist and Chris proposes at the Oscars ☁️
No One Disrespects Chris’s Girl - A journalist insults you to Chris’s face. 🌪
Best Birthday Ever (Curvy!Reader) - You usually dread your birthday but Chris has a surprise in stall. ☁️
Bed. Now. - Finals week has hit but Chris wants you to sleep. ☁️
Boston Boy Documentary - Your segment in Chris’s documentary. ☁️
Can’t Believe They’re Real - Chris is an ass guy but with tits like yours he cant help be obsessed. 🔥
Favourite Pillows - Chris’s favourite pillows are conveniently on your chest. ☁️
My Angel (Model!Reader) - You’re a Victoria Secret Angel ☁️
Because I Want You - Your bestie, Chris gets a bit jealous... ☁️🌪
Cookie - Baking cookies doesnt go as planned. ☁️🔥
High On You - You and Chris enjoy a joint together. ☁️
I’m in Chwarge (Blurb) - No one tells you whhat to do besides Chris ☁️🔥
Tik Tok Leggings - You could say Chris likes your new leggings… 🔥☁️
Eat Shit Ransom - You’ve got a huge crush on Ransom 🌪☁️
Pork or Pasta? - You meet Chris for the first time but arent so sure about him... 🌪☁️
Mint Condition - Captain America Roleplay 🔥
Sexiest Girl Alive (Curvy!Reader) - You get hate for your body and Chris comes to your defence. 🌪☁️
Headcanon!Chris Evans - Chris start to cheer his gf up. How? With stupid cheesy pick up lines ☁️
Steve Rogers
I’m The Captain Now - Taking Steve’s virginity 🔥
Off to College - You & Steve send your little girl off to College ☁️🌧
Family Matters - Steve’s sister dies 🌧🌤
Roped Up - Steve ties you up 🔥
Soxs - You get Steve a cat to help with his nightmares. ☁️
Prettiest Girl In The World (PreSerum!Steve X Plussize!Reader) - Steve thinks you’re the best even if you don’t. 🔥☁️🌧
Get A Life - Shortsized!Reader working for Bruce Banner as a lab assistant and Steve has a total crush on her. ☁️
Frank Adler
Disneyland - You and Frank take Mary to Disney ☁️
Put It On My Tab - Frank introduces Female Bartender!Reader and introduces her to his niece. ☁️
Andy Barber
What To Wear (Curvy!Reader) - Andy helps you find a shirt that fits for your date night. ☁️
Sparks Fly - Soulmate AU ☁️
You’re Sick (Blurb) ☁️
Our Home - Laurie shows up unannounced. 🌪☁️
Knock Knock - You surprise Andy at work. 🔥
Lloyd Hansen
You’re Not Sorry - You act like a brat but Lloyd is going to make you pay for it. 🔥🌪
Ari Levinson
I’ll Take Care of You - Ari is married to your sister but he has you on on his mind. 🔥
Neighbours - You get very friendly with your neighbour, Ari. 🔥
Ransom Drysdale
Good Bunny - Ransom wants to explore the hole God can’t see... 🔥
Liam Hemsworth
Nostalgia - You and Liam reunite but its a little different now. ☁️🌪
Ari is divorced and moving out of the house to an apartment where he meets a happy married, reader with big breasts. Her husband is out of town one day, she and ari have intense sexual one night stand
Neighbours
A/N: I'm baaaaccckkkkk and as always I have something to say ☺️ I am in love with Ari Levinson. Great request but I have to ponder... If reader is “happily married” then why would she cheat? I feel like her being married adds absolutely nothing to the plot, so we are gonna change it to obsessed ex because like… mi no comprehend how happy = cheating. Also, I feel cheating can be triggering for some.
I also think I forgot how to write so please give feedback on this one, like why are some bits in past tense??? Idk I'm insecure validate me 🥺
WARNINGS: SMUT MINORS DNI. 8k filth, oral (f receiving, m receiving), dirty talk, sex, orgasm, P in v, Daddy kink (naturally), hair pulling, spit, shitty exes, swearing.
You sat in your apartment, comfy on the couch and freshly single. While most people would see this as a great time to spend their Friday nights going to clubs, seeking for a new dick to get under – you found it the perfect time to bask in the freedom of having uninterrupted you time. That was until a knock at the door caught you off guard.
You sprung up with a groan, tip toeing to look through the peephole and find out who had the audacity to knock on your door at 10:30 on a Friday night.
“Brian” You muttered under your breath in a disdained tone.
Brian. Your whiny, dickish, loser ex. Who despite not having any concrete plans for life besides his regular Friday night strip club visit still thought you could prove yourself to be more “wife material’. By that he meant, on top of making dinner, picking him up at 2am from said strip club visits so he didn’t have to spend money on a Taxi. Safe to say, dumping him didn’t hurt as much as you thought it would.
You pulled open the door, standing in your almost too small pyjama set. “Can I help you?”
“I think you can.” He gave you a sick smirk, closing the space between you by moving his hands towards your waist.
“Don’t fucking touch me Brian. We aren’t together.” Slapping his hand away.
“Don’t be a bitch, everyone hooks up with their ex.”
“Well, I don’t want so can you please leave?” You heard heavy footsteps coming up the stairs from the lobby and you got anxious at the thought of a neighbour witnessing this cringe worthy altercation.
“I’m not leaving until you let me in.” He moved his foot past the threshold of the door frame, to prevent you from closing the door on his face.
“Brian you can’t-“
“She said leave.” A foreign voice sounded from down the hallway cutting you off, both your heads flung to the source.
The tall, brooding man had only been your neighbour for a week, you passed by each other with tight smiles both of you too occupied to say hello. But that didn’t stop you from getting a good look at him. He was handsome in a ruggish way, often only sporting shorts and wife beaters, sweat forming on his head as he lugged boxes into his apartment. You noticed the gold band on his large finger, yet no man or wife in sight. Yet, today there was no ring and he had swapped the wife beater for a button up shirt and jeans.
“Who the fuck are you?” Brian spat at the man who could beat him to a pulp with minimal effort. Ah Brian, always so confident for a man whose dick was the size of your pinky.
Your hide your face in your hands in a mix of embarrassment and frustration.
“Ari, now I suggest you leave her alone.” He moved closer to you both, slightly moving his body in front of you, blocking Brian from entering.
“She’s my girlfriend and this was our apartment so I think I can stay but thanks pal.” Brian sounded confident but his voice waivered as he cranked his neck to look up at Ari.
“I’m not your girlfriend.” Ari looked back at you, catching your eyes, giving you a soft smile.
“Well, that settles it so either you leave, or I make you leave.” Ari knelt a little, getting close to Brian’s face his voice was calm and level, but his eyes told Brian he wasn’t bluffing.
Brian huffed and made his way back down the hall, not before turning back “Enjoy her she’s a bitch but she’s slutty.”
Ari flashed a glowing smile and a prominent middle finger as he pushed his way into your apartment, closing the door behind him.
“You, ok?”
“I’m used to it but thank you for helping he wouldn’t have never left if you didn’t step in.”
“Don’t worry about it but you look like you need a stiff drink – got anything good?”
“Tequila?”
“Perfect.” He purred, following you as you made your way to your small bar cart, catching a glimpse of the soft skin that hang out slightly from your pyjama shorts.
You grabbed the bottle and twisted the cap;
“You know your wife’s really lucky to have you around.” You spoke as you poured two shots.
“Ex-wife.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be she was my equivalent of him.” You both chuckled at the mutual understanding of horrible exes.
“Y/N, by the way.” You spoke as you handed him the novelty shot glass.
“Good to finally put a name to my pretty neighbour.” You blushed as you clinked glasses, both downing the burning liquid in sync.
“Another?” You smirked at him.
1 shot turned into 4 as you and Ari sat on your couch, bonding over stories of your exes’ antics and anxieties about re-entering the dating scene. Both losing track of time as the hours fell into early morning. But neither of you felt tired, invigorated by your conversation and the upper coursing through your veins.
“She did not!” You hand fell to your mouth as Ari recounted the story of walking in on his ex fucking his friend on their kitchen counter.
“She did.” He nodded slowly, sipping his beer as he recalled on the sight.
“Well, she’s crazy. I mean, why would anyone cheat on you… when they have well… YOU. God, I mean if I had my own version of sexy Jesus at home, I’d never leave bed.” Ari’s eyes went dark at your bold comment as the image of you and him in bed clouding his mind.
You swallowed hard, realising the tequila was speaking for you and you had invertedly just admitted you found your neighbour hot.
“Sorry I didn’t mean to say you were hot, I mean yes you are hot but-“
“Sexy Jesus?” He crocked an eyebrow at you.
“Yeah, I mean you know with the hair and beard... like… Jesus”
“I’m Jewish.”
“So, you could possibly be a descendent of Jesus then.” You tried to muffle the laugh threatening to spill as your nonsensical statement. But Ari beat you to it, reaching forward in a fit of laughter, his hand grabbing his pecs.
“You are something else Y/N… in a good way, I see why your ex showed up at your door.”
“What can I say I’m very addictive.” You twirled your hand along the rim of your glass, avoiding his prominent gaze.
“Was he telling the truth about that last comment?”
“That I’m his girlfriend? No no we definitely broke up.”
“No, I meant that you’re slutty.”
Your eyes widened and the mouthful of drink you just sipped threatened to spit out.
“I mean that depends…”
“On…?”
“On your definition of slutty.”
“I took it as you were good in the sack.” He was leaning back on the couch now, his long arms stretched along the back, his hand deathly close to your neck.
“I am not “good in the sack”, I am fucking great in the sack.” You leaned in closer to his figure on the last line, your face getting closer to his. Slowly placing your drink onto the coffee table.
He licked his lips in hunger, shortly before he closed the space between you two, his hand falling to your cheek to pull you closer.
You closed your eyes, relaxing into the soft feeling of his beard against your skin as you explored each other’s mouths.
In a swift motion, his mouth never leaving yours, he placed his drink next to yours, moving his hand back to you cup your ass that was slowly raising itself off the couch.
Moving his hand downwards, hooking your leg over his lap so your chest was now pressed against his button up shirt. Not satisfied at the feeling of fabric against you, you pulled away to undo the buttons, revealing his tanned, hairy chest and the shiny gold Star of David chain.
His chest heaved, watching you eagerly as you fiddled with the buttons. “Oh, fuck it!” You ripped his shirt to reveal the delectable abs hidden underneath. Your mouth returning to his as you ran your hands through his dark, shiny locks. He shimmied the rest of the flannel off, hands going to the hem of your cami, eager to reveal the plump, delicious tits, constrained by the fabric. With a final pull over your head, your breasts bounced, hard nipples falling in place against his chest.
“Jesus Christ.” He huffed out, pausing momentarily to admire the sight in front of him. His lips moved from your mouth to your jaw, nipping and sucking at your skin down your neck towards your breasts.
His hands cupped the supple flesh, bringing it to his mouth as he sucked delicately on the hard nib. His eyes looked up at you past his long lashes as your head fell back in pleasure.
He moaned as your pulled on his hair. His hands, took a firm grip of your ass, raising his hips slightly, flipping you on your back with ease, you lay exposed across the couch. Leaping up to undo the zip of his jeans, shoes long discarded he stepped out of the worn denim. Your hands grabbed at the clothed, outline of his cock in his briefs, eager to taste the hunky man. Positioning yourself at the edge of the couch. Ari crouched his knees slightly, noting his height, eager to let you at your want.
Revealing his cock, your eyes widened at his size, bigger than anything you’ve ever seen and much bigger than Brian. You grabbed his base, kitty licking at the plump head, catching the loose drops of pre-cum that oozed from his red slit.
“Fuck Y/N, I knew you knew your way around a cock.” You smirked up at him as his hands pulled your hair into a ponytail, taking the hair tie from his wrist and securing it.
You placed the thick head in your mouth, pushing your spit onto his cock as you ran your lips up and past the head.
“You think you can take the whole thing baby?” He quipped at you.
Giving him a small nod, you opened your mouth wider, flattening your tongue on the underside of his cock as you slowly moved you head forward to let his cock push down your throat.
“Fuck baby! That’s it.” Ari’s hands clutched your ponytail tightly, edging his hips towards your head slowly.
You pulled out, looking up at him, with spit smothered around your lips “Don’t hold back Daddy.” Ari groaned roughly, head falling back at the sight of the beautiful woman on her knees in front of him calling him such a salacious name. It was all he needed to roughly fuck your throat, the sounds of your gags and wet, sloppy punctures filling the room.
He pulled your head back by your ponytail, you whined at the loss of his cock.
“You’re so good at it baby but I need that pussy.” He looked down on you with awe. You nodded, shuffling back onto the couch. Ari fell to his knees, head inches away from your pussy as he helped you pull your shorts down.
His mouth immediately went between your thighs, spitting on your exposed cunt before flattening his large tongue on your heat, leaving a long strip of warm, wetness from the skin above your ass to the tip of your clit. Sucking on the sensitive pearl as you mewled at the sensation. He moved downwards, nudging the tip of his tongue at your weeping hole as his beard brushed against your sensitive clit creating a sensation you have never experienced but was addictive. The bristles moving roughly against any inch of exposed skin.
“Ari please I need it!” You begged as you pushed his head closer to your core.
He stopped suddenly, pulling away to look up at your flushed face, sweat formed on your forehead. “What’d you call me?”
“Daddy, please fuck me.” You looked into his deep blue eyes, need in your voice.
“That’s better.” He smirked up at you, moving upwards to join you on the couch. You pulled him closer desperate to taste yourself on his lips. His movements slowed as he moved his hand to support your head pulling it back slightly to get deeper into the kiss.
Between the rushed, desperation appeared a moment of deep intimacy and want for the person in front of you. He grabbed his cock in his hand and slowly glided it through your wet folds, catching your deep moan as his length filled your tight, velvety interior.
Slowly, he moved in and out, eager not to go too far out and lose the sensation of finally being inside of you.
Letting out a deep groan as you ran your nails down his back, leaving long, red marks.
“Harder Daddy please… I need it.”
He looked at you, strands of sweaty hair sticking to his forehead, dipping his head down to give you a soft, wet kiss, pulling out, he grabbed your chin with his thumb and pointer, opening your mouth slightly as he spit roughly down your throat. You swallowed his spit greedily, flashing him an innocent smile which quickly faded as he pulled out to the edges of your entrance and thrusted roughly back in. You gasped at the sudden hit of his bulbous tip at your cervix. The repeated assault at your most sensitive core caused the coil inside you to tighten, your desperately grabbed at his large arms for stability, nails digging into his hard skin as your release rushed out of you and seeped down his length.
“That’s its baby let it out, fuck that makes me close.” His eyes darted between your two sexes, watching as the cream wrapped around his base like a decorative bow. His thrusts became sloppy as he chased his high, savouring the feeling of being inside of you amongst your juices.
He collapsed into the warm embrace of your chest, softly kissing the supple skin of your breast as you both breathed heavy post the best sex of your lives. As his now limp cock fell out of you along with the sticky, hot mix of your release.
Your eyes squinted at the sudden realisation of light pouring through your window, releasing it was now sunrise, tiredness took over you.
You shook the heavy man on you “Ari, it’s morning, do you want to come back to bed with me?”
“Don’t have to ask me twice.” He steadied himself by his arms on either side of your head as he rose. Holding out his hand to help your shaky figure up and into the bedroom. Arms forming a tight grip on your hips as you hobbled towards your bed.
You both collapsing, ready to enjoy a well-deserved sleep.
Smut
Chris still have His costum from Captain america. What does that mean? Rollplay with chris.
Mint Condition
WARNINGS: SMUT MINORS DNI. 8k filth, roleplay, dirty talk, sex, P in v, edging.
You mulled through your large walk in for a Halloween costume, stray pieces you could put together to make an encrypted costume, all black and slutty you could do Charlie’s Angels… but there’s only 1 of you. You huffed as you swiped from hanger to hanger until…
“CHRISSSSSS!” You hollered
“Yeah honey.” He walked into the room stopping to a halt when he spotted you, devious look on your face as you held the costume in front of you.
“Hi Captain.” You purred
“Put it back.” He said sternly
“Why should I… look at this… it’s beautiful and omg mint condition.” You lifted one of the sleeves feeling the fabric.
“Because it’s the past.” He came towards you reaching for the costume but you turned your body away.
“Then why is it here?”
“Because one day I might hand it down to our son or if we go broke I can sell it.”
“I feel like I missed out on so much with this costume… can you wear it for me? Just once?”
He sighed, studying it with his eyes “It won’t fit anymore.” Chris tapped on the small sight of pudge on his stomach.
“Oh nonsense just try… please.”
“Fine.”
You squealed “ok let me go get a shield!”
You came back in the room with the glorified frisbee in your hand, but Chris didn’t realise your presence too busy in the mirror admiring himself.
“You need this.” You came up behind him, handing him the hard plastic prop.
“Thanks Peggy.” He smirked at you
“You’re welcome Captain… now turn around and let me look.”
You bit your lip as you ran your hands along the stretch cotton, the color hadn’t faded a day from not seeing the sun in 10 years.
“It’s tight on me.” Chris gritted his teeth
“Where?”
“The crotch.”
“Is that the suits problem or your problem?”
He looked down at you a sarcastic smile, as you ran your fingers slowly along the the silver star emblem and the intricate red and white panels.
“So how does it get on?”
“Like a onesie.” He grinned
“Ooooh.” You nodded, never fully understanding the layout of the suit.
“Oh it’s got a zipper.” Your eyes widened at the discovery.
“Yeah what if I needed to piss?”
“And the other thing…”
“You think I was spending my days fucking on set?”
“If I was around you would of.”
“That’s true baby.” He pulled you closer by your waist.
“So what do you think of Captain America.” He purred in your ear
“I think he’s gonna be in a lot of trouble.” Your hands on his bearded cheeks as he pulled you closer by your waist so you could feel the straining fabric against you.
“Hmmm why’s that?” His words mumbled by the kisses he was leaving on your exposed neck.
“Because he’s too busy fucking me to save the world.” You bit his ear lope eliciting a feral groan from Chris.
He threw the shield to the side, letting it land with a thud as he hoisted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he placed you on the centre counter of your walk in.
“Well that’s your fault isn’t Ms Carter?” His eyes honed in on you, noticing the delight as he’s finally catched on to the dirty game of role play you’re playing.
“You know I always wondered…”
“Hmmm.” His tongue still exploring the skin exposed on your robe as you toyed with the hair on the nape of his neck.
“Whether the serum applied to your whole body…”
His hands moved to loosen the tie around your waist, letting your body be fully exposed beneath him.
“You wanna find out?” He quipped as his mouth made its way down your stomach.
“Please.”
“Please what?”
“Please… Captain.”
Chris growled as his grabbed the back of your knees, pulling you to the edge of the counter and placing them on his shoulders.
“Tsk tsk no panties… not very professional.”
“They got too messy thinking of you.”
You pushed his head closer to your core as you finally felt the sweet feeling of his warm tongue flat on your sex. Chris wasted no time, creating a wet sloppy mess of your pussy as his tongue travelled up and down your weeping core and sensitive clit.
“Agh Chris more.” You dug your heels into his back but it was no restraint for the brooding man. Pulling out to stand over your flushed body.
“Call me that again and I’ll stop.” You swallowed weakly seeing a side of your man you’d never seen before.
“Yes Captain.”
“Good girl.” His hands went to the zipper pulling it down, letting his hard cock finally free from the tight fabric and pumping it slightly in his hand.
His pushed it slightly towards your centre, teasing it back and forth on your slit, letting your juices soak his head, pushing the tip in slightly but not even close to enough for any real pleasure.
You withered and moaned, making grabby motions towards his face.
“Stop moving or you’ll get nun’” His Boston accent slipping through.
Slowly and achingly he inserted himself into your begging core, anchoring himself with your fleshy thighs. With ever move in, he pull you closer aiming to get as deep as he can.
Finally you felt the cool zipper against your clit as you wrapped your feet together behind his back, desperate for him to lean over you and pound you viciously.
“You feel that honey?” You nodded, mind clouded by the feeling of his length pulsating inside of you.
Inching in and out, you savoured the feeling of Captain America fucking your sweet hole, keeping a steady pace. You mewled wanting to grab on his large biceps, he grabbed your hands pushing them down, lacing your fingers in his as he pinned them down.
“No touching the suit baby.” He tsked as he loomed over you. “You’re just gonna lie down and let Captain take care of you.”
His thrusts increased, the friction of he material rubbing against your sensitive clit only enhanced the novelty, his beard brushing your skin as he kissed you deeply, swallowing your moans.
You grabbed his hair, pulling him deeper, close to your release you pulled out the kissing panting,
“I’m gonna cum.” With that he pulled out to your shock.
Your mouth fell agape as he avoided your eyes “what’s wrong?” You grabbed his chin, pulling his face to look at you desperate for him to return inside of you.
“Mint condition you can’t cum on the suit honey.”
“You can’t be serious?”
“Oh I’m very serious.” He pecked your forehead.
“Go lie in bed, Captain looks better naked anyways.” He chuckled.
You huffed as he held your hand while you slipped off the centre counter.
Was better than nothing you thought.
Dating Chris Evans Would Include
Chris has known for a while that he’s been looking for the one.
But he didn’t know that he’d know it as soon as he saw you.
You’d meet through friends [maybe at a party]
He’d be enamoured immediately but he’d definitely play it cool determined not to scare you off.
You’d feel it too.
You’d be the only ones left at the party too busy chatting with one another.
‘Where did everybody go?’ ‘I think we bored them.’ ‘That’s a shame.’ ‘Not really I didn’t even notice they’d gone.’
He’d ask you on a date the same night.
He was the sweetest man you’d ever dated.
He’d definitely buy you flowers.
Dates would be simple; cooking together, movie night, walks with Dodger.
Dodger would be besotted by you which was a big plus in Chris’ eyes.
‘You two comfy there?’ ‘Very much so.’ ‘You know I can’t help but feel I’ve been abandoned.’ ‘Too bad.’
The honeymoon phase would be amazing.
The sex even better [I mean have you seen that man].
He could be hot and passionate.
But he loves taking his time with you. And he loves lazy morning sex.
And cuddling. So much cuddling.
He’d gush about you to anyone that would listen.
And he’d show off the millions of photos he took of you on his phone.
And he’d hate having to leave for a job.
He’d call and text daily.
You’d make up a code that would let the other know when they absolutely need to speak to them.
You’d help him with his anxiety.
‘I don’t think I can do it.’ ‘You can, I know you can but take a minute and we can tackle it then.’ ‘Stay on the line with me?’ ‘Always.’
But he’d keep your life together out of the tabloids.
He’d propose six months in.
To everyone else, it would seem entirely too soon.
But he was sure and so were you.
It would be the hottest wedding in town.
Definitely a star-studded and glamorous affair.
And though that was nice Chris would insist that the two of you got a moment together.
Alone, no cameras, no people just the two of you.
‘I love you you know.’ ‘Chris it’s our wedding day if I didn’t know by now I don’t think I ever would.’ ‘I know just wanted to make sure you did.’ ‘I do and I love you too.’
He’d want to start a family straight away.
But he would wait until you were ready,.
He was very committed to trying which meant lots of hot sex.
He’d read all the books.
‘Chris honey I have something to tell you.’ ‘Did dodge chew one of your shoes again because I told you-’ ‘Actually it’s something a bit bigger than that.’ ‘You mean?!’ ‘Found out this morning.’
He wouldn’t let you lift a finger.
He’d sit with you when you were puking or make a shopping trip when you craved something.
‘Just because there’s gonna be a baby doesn’t mean we don’t love you you know that right? You’re gonna be a good big brother okay?’ ‘Chris, are you talking to the dog?’ ‘He needs to know we still love him Y/N.’
He’d be with you throughout the delivery.
He’d cheer you on like no one else could.
And he’d definitely cry.
He’d refuse to drive anywhere near the speed limit on your ride home.
He’d be the best dad you could have hoped for your kids.
‘Okay, guys first one to hug mom wins.’ ‘Dad wait for us.’
Parenting is hard especially long distance.
But you’d always feel capable because you were doing it with him.
THIS IS PART OF MY CHRISTMAS CHALLENGE. I’LL BE POSTING AN IMAGINE EVERDAY FROM 1ST - 25TH DECEMBER. THIS AND ALL IMAGINES WILL BE UPLOADED IN THE LINK POSTED DAY BY DAY.
ADVENT CALENDAR OF IMAGINES
Dad! chris evans and mom! reader took their kids to see disney land, florida for the first time!
This is great! I love it! But... I already wrote a Disneyland fic and since I have never been to Disneyland Florida, you have two choices
I repost the one I already did with tweaks (boring... lazy... yawning)
OR
You give me Dad!Chris different scenario... 🤭
Keep it fresh people!
ok i have request where after Liam Hemsworth divorced with Miley Cyrus and news spread out about it. Liam was unhappy but glad he came back to his family. One day, he was invited to his highschool reunion in a local bar where he was reunited with his ex-girlfriend, reader.
Nostalgia
A/N: OK THIS WAS MY SHIT! Thank you sooo much for this request. I have been obsessed this man since his Elephant Princess days (real ones know 😘) and its absolutely insane to me that I was flipping from Elephant Princess to Hannah Montana and never thought "Oh yeah these two will end up together." Anyways, I had this down to a T, cause southern hemisphere gal here. And because I may of gotten too into character I have provided a friendly dictionary below for clarity. ☺️
sook/having a sook: whingeing, complaining, having a tantrum but where you go all sad and sulky.
dickhead: term of endearment. Your bestmates are dickheads, you love them.
deck: Porch, veranda, that wooden flooring with no roof just outside the back of your house.
pub: bar but definitely not a club
the local: the pub, but your local pub where everyone goes. A single venue in a small town. Think Coyote Ugly...
Logies: The Australian Emmy's yet more chaotic, and an ugly little award.
Neighbours: Iconic Australian Show, like Days of Our Lives, super long and only your grandma watches it. Arguably better that American stuff though.
are just something else: A compliment, you're special.
Reckon: Like saying I think or I bet with confidence i.e. I reckon it'll rain today... ya reckon? Like saying you really think so.
Disclaimer: All characters and events written, even those based on real people are entirely fictional and are no representation or comment of said characters in real life.
Liam signed switching off his phone once he landed at the airport. Ignoring the onslaught of texts and messages that arose from the TMZ article on his divorced.
It was never his plan to be 30, divorced and sulking back to his childhood home. Yet here he was. Craving a long hug from mum and an ice cold beer.
“Welcome home honey”
“Thanks mum”
He pulled her into a tight hug making his way into the passenger seat.
They drove in silence on the way, his head against the window looking at the familiar sights. His mum glanced worried looks at him
“Hey so Luke came over and told me you reunion is tomorrow night what good timing!”
“Yeah, I know I got the email I’m not going.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’m 30 years old, the whole world knows about my divorce to a well-known former childhood star and my brother is fucking Thor” his snapped at her slightly at the end
“Oh, stop being such a sook… you should go it’ll be good for you to reconnect with your roots, they always say when you don’t know which path to go down, go back to start and try again.”
“I just don’t know if I’m up for it.”
“You might change your mind when you know who’s going…”
“Yeah whatever.”
Chris laid out on the deck, letting the Australian sun warm his body, in nothing but sunglasses and board shorts he was finally getting into the grove of relaxing until a sudden jerk of his deck chair meant he was hitting the ground.
“WHAT THE FUC-“
“Long time no see dickhead.”
“Holy shit! Joel!”
Joel was Liam’s best mate from high school.
He pulled his old friend into a bro hug.
“Heard from your bro you were back wanted to see it for myself… you haven’t gone all LA on us have ya?”
“Nah I haven’t.”
“Good cause you’re coming to the pub tonight.”
“Is that where they’re having the reunion?”
“Great detective skills Sherlock.”
“Nah mate can’t we just hang out here.”
“And drink wines on the couch with your mum while watching Neighbours? I think the fuck not. Come on you’re not too famous for the local.”
“Fine. One beer though.”
“Yeah, that’s what they all say.”
He grabbed his beer from the barman and made his way through the crowded pub, offering “Heys” and “Good to see you’s” until he landed in a quiet spot in the back. Sulking down with a sigh and sipped his beer, watching the scenes in front of him.
It was comforting to be home, familiar sights, faces and smells but couldn’t help the pit in his stomach of feeling like an outsider.
YOUR POV:
“Hey stranger.” You stood in front of your sulking ex-boyfriend, as his head rose at the sound your voice.
“Y/N, Hey, shit look at you!” Liam beamed when his eyes connected with yours, pulling him out of his haze. You couldn’t help but spot the hint of sadness on his face.
He couldn’t believe his eyes. You looked more beautiful since he last saw you, relaxed with your hair out, a little textured, clearly air dried after a late afternoon dip. Your skin pink from sun exposure, in its early stages of what was sure to develop into a tan. His eyes scanned over your body, the summery dress leaving little to the imagination, with your strong legs on full display and ample chest held together by a thin piece of string.
“Same old me… move over” The large man scooted on the bench, opening the space for you to sit down, drink in hand. While it was a two-person bench, his sheer size left little space between the two of you, his knees touching yours. Moving his arm to drape across the back, he gave you a little more room but now you were borderline engulfed by his arm. A tinge of nostalgia hitting you remember the same position, lying down in bed, your body snuggled up into his warm armpit.
“What you been up to? Heard you got a job in the city.”
“Yeah, but unlike you I’m not too good to come home once in a while.” You took a swig of your drink, feeling a little tipsy at the familiar taste of alcohol.
“I’m here aren’t I?” He quipped at you.
“Barely. It’s not like you to sit in a corner and sook.” Reminiscing about all those nights, he spent singing on top of the tables in the very pub you sat talking in now.
“Fuck everyone’s been calling me a sook lately.”
“Cause you’re acting like one… what’s got your panties in a bunch?”
“Do you not get internet at your joint or something?”
“No, I just don’t spend my days googling my high school ex. So, where’s Hannah Montana?”
“In LA.”
“Why? does she not like it here?”
“No, I just didn’t think I’d take my ex-wife to my high school reunion.”
“EX Wife?”
“Since 3 days ago yeah.” He took another swig of beer.
“Shit, Li I’m sorry.”
“Nah it’s fine, it’s fucking whatever.”
“Well, it’s not “whatever” you had a connection with someone, it hurts when you lose them. And nothing anyone says can really make the pain feel better.”
“Is that how you felt when I went to LA?” A sudden tension fell over you two. How could he ask that?
“Yep.” She popped the P. Avoiding his intense gaze on you.
“Well, you’re in a much better spot than me now.” He shuffled in his seat realising he hit a soft spot.
“Doesn’t mean the pain magically goes away.”
“Are you still mad?”
“Still mad? you told me you loved me and wanted to get an apartment together then we graduated, and you fucked off to LA. I’m not mad at all Liam, I’m hurt.”
“I’m sorry it was selfish.”
“Especially considering I would have gone with you if you just asked.”
“No, you wouldn’t, you would of hated it.” He tsked.
“You don’t know that. And you will never know because you never asked. I loved you Li I would have followed you to Antarctica if that’s what you wanted. You were so passionate about acting I was so excited to see your dreams come through I just didn’t expect to be excluded from them.”
“What do you think would have happened if I didn’t go?” He pushed.
“Honestly?”
“Honestly.”
“We probably would have stayed together, brought a house on the beach, I’d be on my third baby by now and you’d keep doing local TV, maybe take me to the Logies hahaha.”
“Why didn’t you call me?”
“I did… like twice and your assistant would always answer and tell me you’re not taking personal calls at this time or some shit, when I saw you shacked up with Miss Best Of Both Worlds, I stopped.”
“I wish you didn’t.”
“Why?”
“Cause then maybe I wouldn’t be sooking here right now.”
“Yeah, well too late for us to go over what we would have done differently.”
You both sat silence letting the truth of your words sit in.
“Do you want to go for a walk on the beach?” He looked at you, eyebrow raised.
“Do you even remember the path?” You scoffed at him,
“Of course, I do, the secret passage near Batty’s path… where we used to ya kno-”
“OKAY I GET IT, good to see you haven’t forgotten everything, now come on.” You slapped his chest, jumping up out of the seat, Liam closely followed behind you.
You walked in silence, listening the waves crash. His hands in his pockets and you holding your shoes and bag in the other. The sandy shore lit up by the moonlight, a light breeze in the air.
“I don’t think there’s such a thing as too late ya know.” He piped.
“What you mean?”
“Well, you reckon it’s too late for us but who’s to say it’s too late maybe it’s just the beginning.”
“You’ve had too many drinks.” You laughed him off
“No Y/N I’m serious.” He grabbed your wrist, stopping you along the shore. The tide coming as the water’s edge tickled your bare feet.
“Hearing you describe what could of been… honestly sounds pretty good right now. You think I’ve gone all too big for my boots, but this place is still home to me ya know… why do you think I came here when everything went to shit?” You looked up at him, barely making out his facial expression in the dark. From what you could see, he was a broken boy, he seemed wrecked, and you decided take his words seriously.
You sighed
“Cause when you don’t know what to do you should turn around and go from where you started.”
“Exactly but I think I know what I want to do next”
His hand, falling to your face, thumb rubbing your cheek, he leaned in and you breathe caught in your throat. Your body once a little chilly now warmed by the sensation of his mouth on yours. What started with a tender kiss turned into a deep passionate embrace. It was different to all those times before, mainly due to his now beard face rubbing against your skin and the reality that his kissing skills had definitely improved.
“Liam...” You pushed him off you, hands grazing the hair exposed on his unbuttoned chest, he felt firm and warm. Like the perfect mattress you could sleep peacefully on top of him.
“What’s wrong?”
“There’s no point, you’ll go back to your big city and forget about me all over again once you see some leggy model.”
“Not happening.”
“Doubt it.”
“I didn’t get a return ticket Y/N.”
“What?”
“I’ve been looking at places, I’m here indefinitely.”
“Well, that’s good but still doesn’t mean we are going to work.”
“Can we at least try?”
“So, you can break my heart a second time?”
“I like to see it as giving me a very generous second chance to prove I made a mistake the first time.”
“I don’t know Liam, its all ve-“
He cut you off with his kiss, planting his lips on you a second time and this time you didn’t push him away. Your hands instinctively going to his now long locks, running your hands through the familiar boy now a man. Your mind rushed with memories of late nights sneaking out to go play on the beach, always ending up curled in a towel on the shore counting stars. You felt 18 all over again and the pain of loss slowly seeped away with him in your arms again.
You both pulled out, panting at the sudden passionate embrace.
“Please?”
You licked your lips, biting slightly on your lower lip.
“Kiss me one more time and I’ll see.” You grinned at him.
“Fuck me you are just something else Y/N” He pulled you into his arms, you squealed as he took you running with him into the ocean. Dropping your bag and shoes before the sudden shock of cold saltwater hit you as you were thrown into the blue. Coming up for air, you stood waist deep in water, smoothing your now soaked hair back, you were met with a hysterically laughing Chris
“You son of a-“ Swimming over to him, you immediately jumped on him, wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him down into the water with you. Making sure he was as equally saturated as you.
He pulled you both out this time, you still firmly clinging onto him in the Koala position. Laughing you both passed, looking into each other’s eyes, you kissed his salty lips again as he held you against him in the water, under the moonlight. And in that moment, it felt like no time had passed at all.
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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?
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