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𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: Chris just wants you to get comfy on his lap

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨:  Chris Evans/Fem Reader

𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 2K

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Smut,  no plot, 18+, slight daddy kink (very brief), vaginal sex, riding, Chris Evans 

𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘉𝘦𝘵𝘢’𝘥, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯

𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 (𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵)

A/N: Yes, based on that video. His voice does things to me and this is what happens.

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Steam from the hot shower clings to the air as you turn off the faucet. Stepping through the hazy mist, you grab the fluffy white towel hanging on the rack, briskly drying off before wrapping it around your body. Wiping off the mirror with the palm of your hand, you tilt your head at your reflection, softly smiling when you hear the muffled sounds of the tv coming from the bedroom, Chris loudly cheering.

Looking around the wide marble sink, you shuffle through your beauty products, everything in place except the one thing you need. The wispy clouds of steam fading as you search around the bathroom, you don’t see it anywhere. 

“Chris”, you call out, opening the door, hints of lavender and vanilla floating in, courtesy of the candles you lit earlier. 

The light from the tall, curved lamp on the nightstand casting a yellow glow over Chris. He’s sprawled on the bed, the thin blue cotton sheet over his lower half, the remote resting on his bare tattooed chest. His hand tucked behind his head, under the pillow. The game playing on the tv mounted on the wall across from the bed, he shifts the volume down to a low hum when he hears you. 

 He turns his head, a grin splitting his face, his blue eyes gawking at your towel-clad body. “Yeah”, he asks, suggestively wiggling his eyebrows.

Rolling your eyes, you tug the towel tighter around you. “Stop it”, you huff. “Have you seen my lotion?”. 

He shrugs one broad shoulder before reaching beside him pulling out the bottle, “This one”, he asks innocently, too innocently, his wicked eyes betraying him, rolling it in his large hand before holding it out to you. 

You narrow your eyes at him, his cheeky grin warning you of his intentions. “Just toss it, Chris”. 

Placing a hand on his chest, he manages to seem affronted, “And risk breaking it, spilling it everywhere” He shakes his head, “never”. 

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Little Do You Know -Lando Norris

Summary: Lando finds him jealous, little does he know he has no reason to be.

Warning: Jealousy, slight angst, drinking, slow burn

A/N: look out for a twist

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You were an upcoming journalist in F1. You were young and charismatic. Naturally people in the paddock were attracted to you and tried to make an move on you. You never really cared about any of them you had your eyes on a certain Papaya brit.

Speak of the devil "Hi Y/N, looking good" Lando said. "Thank you Lando, you don't look too bad yourself. Best of luck for today He simply grinned and said "Well seeing you just made me a whole lot luckier" you just looked down to hide your blush which you were pretty sure Lando had noticed. Oscar called Lando for team meeting "See you around, gorgeous" he said cheekily and went away.

This had been going on for a while you both flirted here and there but never really made a move. You were close friends with some of them like Max and Charles they were aware of your feelings towards Lando and would tease you relentlessly.

The race went well. Max won again wow, shocking. Charles was P2 and Lando ended up being P3.

After post race interviews, just as you were about to headout. Lando called you out "hey wait!" "Well hello Lan how can I help you ?"you asked turning around. "Well I just wanted to ask if you will be coming to the party later" He replied. "Ofcourse Lan I wouldn't miss it" you said. He just grinned and said "Just making sure my lucky charm is gonna be there". You just smiled and rolled you eyes and went away.

*skip to evening*

You were all dressed up maybe a little too much for a certain someone. You heard someone knock your door. You opened up to find THE Lewis Hamilton at you door. "Well Hello gorgeous, if you don't look ravishing. All dressed up for a certain papaya driver perhaps" He asks wiggling his eyebrows. You just slap him in the shoulder and say "Can we get going already". "Oh! Eager to meet your boyfriend ha" He asks teasingly " He is not my boyfriend" you said. "Not yet" he replied.

You entered the club with Lewis holding my hand to protect me from the paparazzi. As soon as you entered you could see people stare at you. It made you feel much more confident.

Lando spotted you from where he was talking to Max and Oscar. He looked at you and starstruck till he saw who was next to you. "Since when are they close ?" He asks to no one in particular. Max just chokes on his drink and says "Wait! Mate you really don't know?" Lando just grumbles and says "Not that it concerns me". Oscar just replies sarcastically "Sure".

You walk over to Lando smiling "Hi Lan". Lando just mumbles a Hi and brushed past you still figuring how he missed out you and Lewis being close. You found his behaviour strange and to be honest it hurt a little. "What's up with him ?" You asked to other two. Max just shrugged innocently whereas Oscar said "He is just being a idiot".

You were feeling down since the whole reason you came was for him. Lewis comes over to you as he noticed the whole ordeal "Hey, let him be don't let him ruin the night for you, sweetheart" he drags you to VIP section and gets you a few drinks. Though in the VIP section with your friends and colleagues you couldn't help think over to Lando. As you looked around you saw him standing with Charles and talking with a few girls. You felt so hurt at that moment. Lewis followed your line sight "Love, come on don't read too much into it" He said trying to comfort you he wrapped his arms around you.

Lando saw Lewis wrapping his arms around you and the man swears if looks could kill Lewis would be dead for sure. He couldn't care less about the girl next to him trying to talk to him. Charles suddenly asks "Okay, what's up with you ? You are here with me instead of being with your girl".

Lando grumbles "She is not my girl and she certainly has company" looking over to Lewis. Charles looks over to see Lewis and it finally hits Charles and he starts laughing so bad. Lando looks bewildered "What's so funny ?" Charles still laughing replies "Dude you are jealous of her stepbrother" Lando looks like deer caught in headlight "WHA- Since when OMG! I just messed up. She will be mad at me. I am so dumb for god-" Charles interrupts him mid sentence "you better go now" Lando straightens himself up and goes over to her.

"Umm Y/N.. can I talk to you for a second" Lando asked. You stood up from your place near Lewis and went with him outside to little quite place "So now you want to talk ?" you sass. Lando now embarrassed tells "You are probably going to hate me right now but as soon as I saw you with Lewis I assumed the worst, I was jealous that's why I was grumpy. I really like you Y/N and I thought I lost my chance so I pani-". You interrupted his rambling "Wait first of all you though I was with Lewis: with disgust on your face "Ew" "and second how did you NOT know that Lewis is my brother, well Stepbrother".

Lando just rubbed his neck "guess I am just dumb"

"Well, that's obvious. And for the record I like you too if that wasn't oblivious.

Lando grinned "So that means you are up for a date with me ?".

"I am pretty sure that is what I meant when I said I like you even if you are a dork" you reply.

Lando just comes closer and says "You wouldn't mind if I kissed you right now ?"

"I would mind if you didn't" you say

He just cups your face and kisses you deeply.

Little did he know the night would lead him to this.

Cockblocked

Summary: Sam and Nat decide it’d be funny to cockblock the former Winter Soldier after his girl returns from a long mission away.

Word count: 3.5k oops. (Sorry I got a lil carried away, this was just really fun to write tbh 😂) 

Warnings: Smoooot (smut), don’t read if you’re underage pls.

“Fuck” Bucky groans under his breath as you roll your hips backwards, your ass rubbing against his stiff cock. His arms tighten around your waist as he buries his face into your hair, a needy whimper escaping the back of his throat. 

The sinful way you ground your hips against him was driving him wild and what started out as spooning while watching a movie was quickly turning into something else as indicated by the heavy pants coming from the super soldier. 

“Baby…” he breathes, one of his hands coming to rest on top of your hip. You stifle a groan, biting your lip as he pulls your hips tightly against him, pressing his cock against the soft flesh of your ass as he ruts into you. The grip you have on the arm still wrapped around you tightens, nails digging into his forearm as he grabs your breast and squeezes. 

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Stuck With You

Summary: you have a new song and need a music video to go with it. You enlist your husband’s help. Corona Chronicles w/ Chris Evans!

Pairing: Chris Evans x Famous!Reader

A/N: Obviously inspired by the song.

Chris held your phone in his hands filming you and he’s got a baby strapped to his chest. The two of you are walking the trails by your shared Massachusetts home. He had suggested it since your newborn baby girl can’t seem to sleep unless she’s moving and you need to send off footage for your song collab that you’re doing with Justin Bieber. Dodger chose to stay home with Scott.

You’re singing the song as you walk backwards. Both of you have an AirPod in with your song playing. Your husband wasn’t happy about the song especially since you were in labor while recording your vocals. He was freaking out and wanting to get you to the hospital ASAP.

“So lock the door/ And throw out the key/ Can't fight this no more,” you sang to your smiling husband. “It's just you and me/ And there's nothing I, nothing I, I can do/ I'm stuck with you, stuck with you, stuck with you.”

You point your finger at the camera and stopped. You come closer.

“So go ahead and drive me insane/ Baby, run your mouth,” you sang.

You grabbed your phone and flipped it so Chris is in the shot as well.

“I still wouldn't change being stuck with you,” he sang coming closer to you and putting his arm around you.

“Stuck with you, stuck with you,” you sang with your husband. “I'm stuck with you, stuck with you, stuck with you, baby.”

You faced him and he presses a chaste kiss to your lips. The music continues playing in one ear for the both of you. You part from him and he grins pressing a kiss to his daughter’s head. You stop the video.

“I think that was good,” you said and play the video back.

“Well, I’m pretty sure it’s due to my amazing camera work,” Chris said.

You loop your arm with Chris’s and start walking.

“You definitely got the steady hands,” you said.

“It’s exactly why we have Charlie,” he said.

You smacked him upside the head and he gasped.

“Sorry, my hand slipped,” you said.

“Little shit. I’d tackle you right now if my baby girl wasn’t in this wrap,” Chris said placing a hand on her tiny head.

You chuckled and rested your head against his bicep looking at your sleeping little girl.

“You know, the world will finally figure out about us,” you said.

“It’s about time! I’m done reading articles about who you might be quarantining with,” Chris said. “I still can’t believe that nobody figured out that you were pregnant.”

“It’s only because I wore your hoodies and sweaters,” you said. “I barely left the house too, babes. This’ll be bigger than Kylie Jenner’s pregnancy.”

“Well, baby, we’ve been hiding a marriage as well as hiding a pregnancy and a baby,” he said holding your hand. “And your fans hate me after I tweeted about one of your songs.”

“If I remember correctly, you tweeted something along the lines of “god, another song. I wonder who it’s written about this time,”” you said.

“And let’s not forget the eye roll emoji was involved too, hun,” Chris added.

You grinned looking up at him and said, “it was the greatest thing I had ever seen. It was pure chaos.”

“Remember when TMZ reported it?” He asked.

You nodded.

“God, they painted me as an asshole,” he laughed. “Some people were trying to petition to have me removed as Captain America. It was in headlines everywhere.”

“That was hilarious especially since nobody knew that the song was about you,” you said.

“And I get another under my belt,” Chris smiled putting his arm around you.

“You pretty much have a whole album, baby,” you said.

“You should name your next one “Chris”,” he said.

You shook your head no and he pouted.

“Your ego will grow and I don’t know if I’ll be able to handle it,” you said.

“But, darling,” your husband whined pulling you closer as the two of you cross over a small wooden bridge.

“We’ll see. But I wanna film a bit more,” you said.

“Fine. —We should pull Scott and Dodger in,” Chris suggested.

Who did it first? - Chris Evans

Who said ‘I love you’ first? You, you and him were at the airport, he was about to go away to film his most recent movie. You were standing wrapped in his arms, wearing one of his hoodies. He would try and pull away but you tightened your grip, he would chuckle before telling you that it was the last call. You sighed before letting him go. ’Be careful, I love you.’ You said as he started walking away. He almost missed the last three words, but he never he dropped his bags before almost running back at you, he smoshed your cheeks together as he pulled you in for on hell of a goodbye kiss.

Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background? You, he would have sent you a photo of him and Dodger. You laughed before setting it straight away as your screensaver, it was your two boys together.

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror? You, you left small message like, ‘love you’ ‘Cutie.’ And then other days they would be cheeky. ‘Sup, sexy?’ ‘What would Captain America do?’ ‘Or Johnny Storm?’ with a winky face. 

Who buys the other cheesy gifts? Him, where ever he went he got you a souvenir. Sometimes it was something that would be shown or put into a memory box, but most the time it was a chocolate that had a phrase from the country, when he gave it to you, you had to ask what it meant and you were always surprised.

Who initiated the first kiss? Him, he was about to leave for press tour, he was watching you help fold his clothes and pack his suitcase, he stops what he was doing before you looked up. ‘What?’ You’d ask him, he shake his head. ‘You’re amazing, you know that?’ He said, you raised an eyebrow before turning back to the suitcase. ‘Why?’ You asked him. ‘You not begging me to stay.’ He said and you smiled, before placing the top down and turning to him, reaching up to his shoulders. ‘Why, it’s part of your job, it’s like you telling me I can’t interview people.’ You said shrugging, he’d looked down at you, smiling widely, placing his hands on your waist bringing you closer before placing his lips on top of yours.

Who kisses the other awake in the morning? Him, he would always wake up before you, natural routine, he’d leave you to sleep but when he came back, he’d notice that you had taken his pillow and started hugging it. He would smile before leaning over you and placing a kiss on your cheek, you would grumble but not wake, so he had to do it again.

Who starts tickle fights? You, you would be lying on the couch chest to chest with Chris, you would be absent mindly running your fingertips up his side, when he’d start wriggling, you would look up and he’d look down. You’d smile before straddling him and started tickling his sides.

Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower? Him, you wouldn’t expect him to be home early. So, you were taking a shower whilst dodger was lying on the floor outside the bathroom door. This told Chris where you were, he clapped dodger on the before opening the door and walking in. Taking his shirt of, he speaks up. You jump when you heard his voice, you peak your head out from behind the shower curtain a smile widely before nodding your head for him to come in.

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch? You, if he was working close by or you had flown out to surprise him, you’d do it at lunch brake, since everyone on set had the same time. When you arrived, his face would light up and everyone knew not to disturbs you both for the next hour.

Who was nervous and shy on the first date? Both, you never thought you’d be going on a date with a celebrity, never mind the one and only who played Captain America. Chris was nervous, not knowing what to expect but when you were sat across from him, he relaxed. You both fell into conversation, before it went onto the topic of Chris career, he thought you’d bring up Captain America but you brought up Johnny Storm, to which he was shocked.

Who kills/takes out the spiders? You, you’d capture them in a cup that has been designated to them. You would scoop it up before chucking it back outside.

Mornings With Chris

𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: You discover Chris’s secret morning rituals with those trees and have a little fun

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: Chris Evans x Reader

𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 1.3 K

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Fluff, language, mild allusions to smut

𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘉𝘦𝘵𝘢’𝘥, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯

𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 (𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵)

Mornings with Chris usually started out the same. You would wake up to both your boys staring at your face, a set of sweet, eager brown eyes waiting for you to give him scratches and then his walk. And a set of mischievous, just as eager blue eyes looking down at you, while his wandering hands and wicked lips moved over your pliant body. Both earlier risers who forced you out of the warmth of your perfect bed to go outside, Chris’s arms wrapped around you while you both watched Dodger play in the backyard and chase that one squirrel that torments him. 

Followed by a quickie in the shower and Chris making breakfast with you in charge of the coffee. Morning debates over football teams, movies, books and each sneaking scraps to Dodger. 

Until Autumn began, the leaves slowly morphing from the emerald greens into dazzling burnt oranges and deep reds. He let you sleep in, finding you after Dodger was done for the morning. The rest of the day following your normal pattern. And he kept doing it, slipping out of bed each morning, taking Dodger out without you.  At first, you were ecstatic about the change until one morning. 

The soft click of the door woke you up, yawning you turned your head to the clock, 6am. You drag yourself out of bed and head to the ensuite bathroom. A few minutes later, you’re walking back out, picking up the scattered clothes on the floor, his red flannel shirt, your pants that you’re luck are still in one piece considering how he had almost ripped the buttons off last night. Hearing a faint bark, you stroll over to the window and see Dodger chasing a wind blown leaf, his tail a blur as he leaps and twists in the air. 

Then you spot Chris. Tilting your head, you move closer to the window, condensation forming on the glass as you huff. He’s just standing there in his black boxers and sneakers. Hands on his narrow hips, just standing. Pursing your lips, you back away. You hold onto his shirt, dropping everything else on the floor, sliding his soft flannel onto your panty clad body. 

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chapter two

chapter three

chapter four

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