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What To Expect When You're Not Expecting. (1)

Chris Evans x Black (pregnant) Female Reader

Summary: It's no secret that Chris wants to be a daddy. He's said it in many different interviews and blogs before. He just never expected the mother of his child to be someone he didn't know, let alone fuck.

Warnings: 18+ angst, mentions of alcohol abuse and cheating/ malpractice.

Note: If this gets a few hits and is well received I can make it a mini series. If not I'll leave it one and done.

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a month prior

Chris was getting older, there was no denying that. He was forty and still hadn’t found the ‘one,’ yet. Every relationship he had entered seemed to go in the same pattern of amazing highs and devastating lows, them all resulting in a breakup. So after much thought, he found himself jerking off over a small test tube trapping his sample inside. Hoping one day, his true love will be in possession of it and they can begin his dream—a big happy Boston family.

“We’ve put your sample in the freezer and it won’t be defrosted until we get legal confirmation from you personally.” Dr. Perez said, standing from her desk.

Chris stood up as well, holding his hand out and clasping it onto hers with a firm shake. “Thank you so much. Hopefully, that day is soon.” He smiled.

“Hopefully.” She sighed, trying not to allow her mind to wander off onto the pages of her own tragic love life.

See, Dr. Eleanor Perez and her wife Kaitlyn Perez were at faults. No fault of her own, it’s just that her wife couldn’t stop fucking cheating. Kaitlyn didn’t even have the decency not to fuck her other partners in their shared bed at their Boston home. It was becoming unbearable for Eleanor, and the only thing that was making things tolerable was the euphoric feeling she got when she finished another bottle of wine each night.

Last night was Moscato, tonight—maybe Josh, Behringer even. Whether it was red or white she just wanted to feel nothing at the end of it.

Chris walked out of the doctor's office, twirling his car keys on his fingers and unlocking his Audi, diving right into the passenger's seat. He loved the stark contrast of Boston versus the restless cities like Atlanta and L.A. Everything about Boston made him feel nostalgic and grounded—and there’s no place he’d rather been.

Chris put his car and drive and pulled out of the facility, then his mind began to wander. He was forty now and any lover he pursued would reasonably be the same age. He selfishly wanted a big family but wasn’t willing to just shack up with anyone. Chris had the vision of a big bold primary-colored relationship that would sweep him off his feet and never put him down. And he just hadn’t found that yet.

Through extensive research, he found older pregnancies were risky and if done intentionally it is better to perform in the office. So he stored his sample—he just hoped he could put it to use soon because he was craving a simple life filled with simple love.

—two weeks later—

You’d never liked the doctor's office. You’d rather be in a prison cell with Pablo Escobar taking turns drinking toilet water than end up here. Everything from the nurses, needles, and the particularly clean environment sent shivers down your spine. You wanted nothing more than to be in and out.

But today you sucked it up for your once-a-year physical, which included a pap smear, a feeling you still hated even though you’d been getting it since you were eighteen. You sat in the waiting room clutching your jacket closer to your body as the Boston fall breeze blew inside behind people as they went in and out of the building.

“Geez.’ You blew into your hands. “You’d think this place could afford heating.” You rolled your eyes feeling your phone vibrate in your lap.

Msg from Vada🐣: How’s it going? You scared yet?

Msg from Y/N: Petrified. I’m cold too. 😔

Msg from Vada 🐣: Come to my place after, I’ll warm you up with hot cocoa.

You smiled as you bit your lip typing your message to Vada.

Msg from Y/N: Stop being a better best friend than me.

Msg from Vada 🐣: You know I love competition, Y/n. Call me when it’s over.

Msg from Y/n: shut up bitch.

Msg from Vada 🐣: Call me and then I will, jerk.

You laughed shoving your phone into your purse. Most days it felt like Vada was the best thing to happen to you. she was your best friend since childhood and nothing could break you two apart, she was always there for you. Sometimes too much that it was overbearing and bothersome but with some reflecting, you wouldn’t have it any other way with anyone else.

“Y/n Y/L/n.” A nurse called, peeking her head around a heavy wooden door.

You swallowed hard, holding tightly onto your purse. “That’s me.”

“We’re ready for you.” The nurse smiled, widening the door as you walked over.

“Right.” You mumbled underneath your breath, keeping your head down.

“Alright, just head over to room number five and Dr. Eleanor will be right in.” She smiled, her eyes were wrinkled in the corner.

“Okay.” You said just above a whisper, slipping into the room.

Once the door behind you shut you let out a loud groan slipping into the cheap pink examination gown they had laid out for you. Hearing the lab desk creak at the slightest touch you climbed up onto it laying backward and scrolling on your phone hoping to desperately dissipate from this place.

You settled into a comfortable position opening Google docs and returning to one of your students essays. You worked as a high school English teacher and last week you had assigned your students to compare a modern tale rather it be from literature or pop culture to the story of Frankenstein. 

You got an array of different essays, some being too bland to be the work of juniors and seniors and others making you cackle at the attempt. But one stood out in particular. Aria Evans—a junior in your A.P English class. She never seized to empress you and this essay comparing the tragic story of Joaquin Phoenix’s joker and Frankenstein almost had you falling off the lab desk at how compelling and complete it was.

Every claim had evidence to back it up, and the diction, boy was her diction strong. Her stance was firm and she supported it from thesis to conclusion.

“Wow,’ you gasped, almost laughing at how perfectly curated her work was.

“Ms. Y/n!” A voice spoke almost sending you into a frenzy.

“Huh?” You lifted up off the desk, completely unaware your doctor had been calling you for some time now.

“Am I,’ Dr. Eleanor coughed. “Am I interrupting something?” She slowly put on her gloves, her hand missing several times.

“Um, no. I’m sorry I was lost in my students work.” You said, biting your nails.

“Right.’ Dr. Eleanor slide over to you in her rolling chair. “Let’s get this show on the road.” She snapped her last glove on.

“Right.” You kissed your teeth together laying back down, hoping the process would be over shortly.

“That was quick,” Eleanor said, flicking at the syringe she held. 

“What was quick?” You said, trying your best to peak down at her but you couldn’t see past your spread legs.

“Just this whole process, I thought it would at least be a year—maybe longer.” She yawned.

You grunted at the feeling of the syringe entering you. “Yeah,’ you shifted uncomfortably. “Me too.” You rolled your eyes, hating every moment of this.

“All—all set.” She slurred slightly.

“That was fast.” You sat up, clutching your bare chest.

“Yeah.’ She sniffled, tossing her gloves out. “Life usually is.”

“Yeah.” You said, watching her slumped form as she grabbed the clipboard. “I’ll send your results at the end of the month.”

“What results?” You asked, furrowing your eyebrows together.

Dr. Eleanor laughed. Looking down at her clipboard and suddenly the world around her froze. Her heart began racing and her palms began to sweat. What had she just done?

“Your um, your, pap…pap smear—your pap smear results!” She blurted out louder than intended.

You took in Dr. Eleanor’s form. She did not look alright, her skin was red and almost looked hot to touch and she was sweating profusely.

“Um, oh alright.’ You said, skeptically. “Am I good to go?” You pointed at your folded clothes.

“Yep, I’ll see you in a year!” She waved, slamming the door behind her and running to the lady's room.

Once there she pulled out a sterile syringe and filled it with warm water and made her way to room six with shaky hands. She knew she needed to stop drinking before work—if she hadn’t Chris Evan's sample wouldn’t be walking out of here inside some random woman and she wouldn’t be about to inseminate a woman with warm water instead of her Husband Chris Ellison's sample.

She was just hoping faith was on her side, along with statistics. She knew you only had about a twenty percent chance of getting pregnant and you were young, only thirty years old so there was a chance your body would reject it and you’d take it as a heavy period. God she hoped with every drunk fiber in her bones that ended up being the case.

“Alright, Ellison family.” Her voice warbled. “Are you ready for your insemination?”

—about one month later—

You were not feeling well. Everything you ate you wanted to puke up, and you were seriously starting to regret ordering that sushi takeout last night.

“Never again.” You groaned into your hands.

As the bell rung your A.P English section for juniors started to pile in. You stood up and made your way to the printer gathering your papers as you felt something wet trickle down your face.

You wiped your hand over it pulling it down and taking a look. Sweat? You thought. Why were you sweating? And profusely. You shook it off just like you wanted to do your stomach ache—but that wouldn’t go away.

“Good morning amazing people!’ You greeted your class, getting grumbles or silence in response. You were used to it at this point. “I was thinking today we could go over some SAT techniques for the English portion. I know we aren’t even into our second semester yet, but it’s always good to prepare early, right.” You took a phone from your student Hunter's hand as you walked past.

“So firstly,’ you gaged as you tried to sit in your stool in front of the class. “What you should…what you should.’ You coughed, trying to shake off the dizzy feeling and ignore the floaters that covered your vision.

You stood up from the stool immediately feeling the blood rush from your brain to the bottom of your body leaving your top half numb as your vision was cut off by enormous floaters and you fell to the floor blackness surrounding you.

“Ms. Y/L/N!” Aria shouted, holding onto you as you were passed out on the floor. “Call the front desk!” Aria told her best friend Cayley.

—

You had woken up and immediately noise surrounded your ears. You were no longer in your class room, instead you were in a hospital bed with a bandage on your forehead. Fuck what happened? You thought.

“Y/n,” Vada said, walking into the room. “Thank god.” she hugged you.

You hugged her back. “What happened?” You groaned.

“You passed out at school girl.’ Vada rubbed your back slowly. “The doctors are running some tests right now.”

“Alright.’ Both you and Vada heard a voice come into the room.“Oh hello.’ The doctor said. “Y/n, how’s your head?”

“Um. Fine I guess. Is everything alright with me?” You asked nervously.

“I would say so.’ He rolled over to you. “Blood work is excellent, except one thing we picked up.”

“What, food poisoning?” You chuckled.

“No. Pregnancy.” He said.

“What?” You laughed.

Vada gasped, looking down at you with concern.

“I’m assuming you didn’t know.’ He began.

“Didn’t know what?’ His words echoed through your ears. “I’m not pregnant!” You pleaded, looking between him and Vada as tears began to rim your eyes.

“Blood test are usually extremely accurate, so I don’t see that being possible. If you need time to process, I understand.” He said.

“Time to process what! I’m not pregnant!” You yelled as your voiced cracked. “Do another test, now!” You demanded.

“The only other test we have is a urine test. Would you like that?” He rolled his eyes slightly.

“Yeah I would!” You spat

The doctor shook his head leaving the room. And just as he left the room fell into silence, before Sebastian spoke up.

“Are you seeing someone.” Vada pushed you and spoke barely above a whisper.

“What?” You turned and looked up at her.

Vada smacked her lips and tilted her head. "Are you fucking someone?" She bit her lip doing a weird thrusting motion with her hips.

You scoffed not here for her shenanigans, as a tear fell from your eye. “No, I’m not fucking anyone! Why would you—how could you ask me that!”

“I’m just wondering.” She held her hands up. “Sorry.” She felt bad.

“What the fuck is happening Vads.’ You whimpered into your hands. “I haven’t fucked anyone in months.”

Vada’s face softened as she grabbed your small hand into hers. Vada was also a single mother and had no intentions on letting you go through this alone. “Whatever it is,’ she swiped her thumb over the pad of your hand. “We will figure it out, together.” She smiled softly.

Just then the door swung open as the doctor walked in with two cups. One filled with water and the other empty and stick in his other hand.

“Alright, drink this and pee in this.” He handed you both cups.

“Right,’ you sighed, swallowing the water and getting up to go to the bathroom.

Once you finished peeing you sat back down and the doctor took your cup dipping the stick inside.

“Pink means pregnant.” He pulled the stick out and all you saw was hot pink.

“How?” Your voice cracked. “I haven’t had sex in..in months.”

"Are you sure about that?" The doctor said, leaning into you.

"If she said she's sure, she's sure, asshat." Vada’s nostrils flared.

"Vads." You said softly, grabbing her arm to calm her down. "I...I don't know how this is possible,' You struggled to keep the tears at bay. "I haven't done anything with anyone in so long."

"Maybe it's a medical miracle." You laughed wiping off your tears. "or a hormonal thing."

"Yes, pregnancy hormones.' The doctor said. "Look I can do two things for you, I can leave a message at your gynecologist's office and set you an appointment. And,' He dug into his white coat pocket. "I can give you these." He handed you a vile of two small white pills.

"What are these?" You sniffled.

"Pills to get rid of your miracle baby, if that's your choice." He explained. "You have a few weeks to think on it, Dr. Eleanor should be calling you in a few days."

He walked near the door holding onto the handle and letting his teeth sink into his bottom lip. "Congratulations."

your eyes remained moving rapidly as you try desperately to grapple with your reality. How could be pregnant, there must have been a mistake. Your eyes watered as another tear fell from your eyes.

"Y/n, what are you thinking?" Vada said softly.

"I—nothing.' Your mouth fell open. "I'm so confused."

Vada walked around sitting in front of you, looking deep into your eyes. "I'll support you, no matter what you want to do." she smiled.

You sighed, throwing yourself into her arms. Vada was always there for you and it made your cherish your friendship with her more. "I love you, Jerk." Your mumbled into her slender shoulders.

She hugged you back, pulling you closer to her and sticking her nose into your messy curls. "I love you more, bitch."

— two weeks later—

"Now, Mr. Evans I have requested you here to own up to my mistakes.' Dr. Eleanor said, wiping her clammy hands onto her slacks and avoiding Chris's intense blue eyes.

"What mistake, doc." Chris's leg bounced up and down as he grinned his teeth.

"About two months a go—I...I um,' She coughed. "Accidentally artificially inseminated a woman with your sperm." She spat out the truth.

Chris's ears began to ring and his eyes went wide. "What.' His voice cracked. "Did you just.' He paused, hyperventilating. "Fucking say."

Dr. Eleanor bit the inside of her lip squeezing her eyes shut, wishing it wasn't real. Wishing she hadn't been drunk or that she had payed more attention to her call sheet.

"In—initially I thought I had no reason to tell you. There was only a twenty percent chance she'd get pregnant.' She swallowed hard. "But she did, so."

Chris's back sunk into his seat as his nostrils flared. "She did what?" He knew what it was but he wanted her to say the words.

"She um.' Eleanor hung her head low. "She's pregnant."

Chris slapped his hand on the desk, standing from his seat. "who is she?" Dr. Eleanor jumped back. "Huh?" His Boston accent breaking through.

"I can't tell you that. Legally." Dr. Eleanors voice shook.

Chris rolled his eyes, his hands folding into a fist. "But you could legally get someone pregnant by my sperm! Someone I don't even know!' His blood began boiling by the second. "Someone I don't even trust, someone whose the very reason I came to you!" He yelled.

"You know what," He sucked in a deep breath. "We're done here." He walked towards the door. "You'll be hearing from my lawyers." He slammed the door behind himself.

"Stupid fuck." He spoke to himself as he pulled his phone to his ear. "Yeah, I need your help finding someone—but I don't know where to start."

It took a whole week for his team to find you but they did. Y/N Y/L/N. You were an English teacher at miller high school right here in Chris’s hometown. He had also found out you taught his niece Aria which didn’t help him. At all.

He’d wanted to approach you, get a feel for you. But what would he even say. ‘Hey I’m the guy your pregnant by.’

“We have to be smart about this Chris.’ His manager said to him, fluffing out his hair in the mirror. “You can’t just walk up to the girl and say ‘I’m your baby daddy, oh and by the way my name is Chris Evans and I’m a huge celebrity.” She flailed her arms about.

“I’m not gonna do that. I just want a conversation.” Chris said. “I want to talk to her, see if she’s even still pregnant.”

“And if she’s not?”

Chris sighed. “Then we put it behind us.”

His manager folded her arms, staring at him. “You want this baby, don’t you?” She asked.

“What I want, is to meet her.” Chris tapped danced around this question.

“And you will, just in the right way.’ She said. “I can’t have her leaking this to the press and spinning the story. We’ll right up a contract and give her some hush money.”

“Maybe she won’t say anything.” Chris gave you the benefit of doubt.

His manager scoffed. “Chris, baby. Do you realize who you are? You can look up your net worth online she’ll definitely talk.”

“Well how do I meet her?’ He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

“We will find her and set up a meeting, if and only if she signs the contract.”

“And if she doesn’t?” Chris asked.

“Then I guess you won’t be a daddy, now will you.” She tapped his nose with her manicured finger tip.

Chris grabbed her arm. “You can’t do that, it’s not fair to me. or her.”

“Release my Prada.’ She said, feeling Chris loosen his grip. “I’m doing this for you, and your safety.”

“Is this what my protection is going to feel like, hm? Guilt.”

“Don’t worry, she’ll sign. I promise.”

—

The day had ended and it was a miserable one. You couldn’t keep anything down and your head pounded each time the bell rung. All you wanted to do was go home and kick your feet up and sip on some ginger tea.

You packed your bag slowly as a soft knock against your classroom door caught your attention. You turned around furrowing your eyebrows as a women in a pants suit and a man with a briefcase stood at the arch of your doorway.

“Can I help you?” You pushed a curl behind your ear.

“No, but we can help each other.” The woman spoke. “I’m particularly interested in you and the baby you’re carrying, and so is my client.”

You gasped, holding your stomach. “What—who, what do you want.” You said, shielding the thing you currently held in you stomach.

“My client wants to meet you, but I’m not letting that happen until you sign these papers.” She said with a straight face, putting a stack of papers and a pen in-front of you.

“Whose your client?’ You grumbled, looking at the papers.

“Sign and I’ll tell you.”

“Tell me and I’ll sign.”

She laughed, looking you up and down. “You’re a little minx, aren’t you?”

“Who is he?” You pressed further.

She looked down racking through the stack until she found her golden ticket. “Sign this and I’ll tell you, I promise.”

You looked her up and down not knowing if you should trust her. Whoever her client was he had to be big time, and you hoped he wasn’t a mafia boss. You took the pen in your hand hesitantly signing the dotted line.

“Good girl.’ She smiled. “Just letting you know that was an non disclosure agreement and if you speak anything of your pregnancy or who the father is we will hunt your ass down.’ She smiled. “And by we, I mean him.” She pointed to the large man besides her.

Your breathing hitched. “Who, is, he.” You said breathlessly.

“Ever heard of Chris Evans.”

Your eyes clutched together, the name was eerily familiar and you just wish you had a face to match.

“Um I think so, I’m just trying to recall what he looks like.” You said, pulling at your hair.

The woman looked you up and down, clearly not believing you had no clue who Chris was.

“I find that hard to believe.” She snorted. “Meet us at the address Saturday morning, he wants to meet you.”

You picked up the small piece of paper with an address on it. “Fuck.” You whispered.

What the hell were you in for. 

What To Expect When You're Not Expecting (2)

Chris Evans x Black (pregnant) Female Reader

Summary: It's no secret that Chris wants to be a daddy. He's said it in many different interviews and blogs before. He just never expected the mother of his child to be someone he didn't know, let alone fuck.

Warnings: 18+ angst, mentions of alcohol abuse and cheating/ malpractice, talk of abortions!

Note: If this gets a few hits and is well received I can make it a mini-series. If not I'll leave it one and done.

Edit: To my surprise, many of you like this and asked me to continue, here's the second part and a tag list to join! I'm trying to start my blog up so this really helps!

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You looked down at your sweaty palms as you rode the elevator up to the one and only penthouse of the address you had been given. This luxury Boston complex was one you’d never thought you’d be able to see the inside of, until now.

You were still grappling with the idea of being newly pregnant in the most unconventional way and by the most unconventional person imaginable. You sat by your beside all Friday evening looking up pictures of Chris, watching his talk show interviews and looking at his socials. You also sat at your bed side looking at the tiny vile of pills. Something in you wanted to chug them and leave this whole thing behind you, this whole nightmare. But another part of you wanted this—whatever this was.

The elevator dinged snapping you from your thoughts. You took in a deep breath. Walking toward the one and only door that existed on this floor. You walked towards the door not even getting a chance to knock on the heavy wood before it swung open revealing the blonde woman from yesterday.

“Hi little minx.” She smiled. “Come In.” She ushered you through the doors.

You gasped, looking around at the beautiful Boston penthouse. It was ten times the size of the tiny studio you rented.

“Beautiful isn’t?’ You nodded, not sure if you should speak or not. “I’m sure you’ll get a tour once you deliver that bundle of joy.”

You held your still flat belly, although you did feel a bit of resistance when you bent down lately. You hadn’t realized how fast the thing was developing. You hadn’t even fully committed to having this baby and she already expected you to bring his baby to full term.

“This way.’ She held the small of your back, pushing open a door which led into a large conference room.

The room was filled by a long black table the stretched its length. You were sat into a chair opposite from the other head of the table. The room occupied a few people that you discovered were other members of Chris’s team—including the burly man from Friday.

“So.’ His manager spoke up. “How far along are you?” She slipped into the firm leather desk chair besides you.

You stiffened, the continued reminder that you have a living being inside of you put your breathing to a halt. “I’m—I’m not—I don’t know.” You stammered, trying to find your words.

“Add that to the terms of the agreement, Skylar.’ She snapped at a woman, whose laptop was wide open along with her eyes.

Skylar typed away, pushing her glasses back up to the bridge of her nose.

“What?” You asked confused. “You’re making me sign terms of agreements?”

“Well obviously.” She laughed. “Did you think you could just get pregnant by Chris Evans and not sign any papers?”

Your nostrils flared and tears began to inflame your eye rims. “I didn’t get pregnant by Chris Evans.” You tried to hold your composure.

Olivia, his manager leaned in. Her breath grazed against your ears. “You’re right. As far as I’m concerned you’re just a surrogate.’ She pulled back, caressing your lower belly softly. “And I need you to take good care of Chris’s baby for the next nine months.”

You kissed your teeth together. “How about I just fucking end it? Hm.’ You chuckled standing up. “I’m out of here, tell your client he’s going to have to jerk off over a tube again!” You shouted, pushing out of your chair and heading towards the door.

“Is there a problem?” A voice said. One you had grown to know over the last few hours.

“Chris.” Olivia gasped, hoping he hadn’t heard your outburst. “She was just going for a drink of water.” She lied.

“No, I was just leaving.” You whipped around wiping your eyes with your palms.

You turned around and there you saw them for the first time. His blue eyes sweep over your body in awe. He couldn’t believe you were here, holding his baby. He wanted to reach out and touch your belly, get to know you, and discuss baby names. But he couldn’t, not yet. He needed a veil of protection and his team wouldn’t let that happen without one.

“You must be Y/n.’ He choked out finally, walking over to you. “I’m Chris.” He stood before you, towering over your frame, holding his large hand out for a shake.

You looked at his hand, staring completely frozen. You weren’t sure how much time had passed while his hand had just stood there, almost growing desperate for a shake.

“So you’re Chris Evans?” You ignored his hand shake, sitting down.

“Yeah.” Chris frowned, walking to the opposite side of the table and taking a seat. “I’m sorry about this.”

You scoffed. “Which this? The this that I’m pregnant this? Or the this that I didn’t know I needed my own team of attorneys this?” Your hands shook and you we’re just ramping up. “Or maybe the this that I’m just a fucking surrogate and you’re gonna take whatever this.’ You motioned to your stomach. “Is from me when it’s over.”

Chris’s jaw dropped, he could have only expected your were taking the pregnancy just about as good as he was, which wasn’t well. He knew you hadn’t fucked him and he hadn’t slipped up and gotten you pregnant. You were just a woman who got caught up in another woman’s drunken mistake.

“Y/n.’ Chris began. “You’re not a surrogate.”

“Yeah, well tell that to sinister Olivia Pope here.’ You pointed at his manager. “Having me sign all this shit when I’m fucking alone is low.’ You scoffed, your hormones doing the talking. “I should have expected that from a celebrity though—making it all about you.”

Now Chris was starting to get turned off. You didn’t even know him and were already assuming just like a majority of people did.

“You don’t even know me.”

“I know enough.”

Chris pursed his lips together rocking back and forth in his seat. Shutting up and letting his team do the rest of the talking.

“Before we start, do you have any questions Ms. y/l/n?” His lawyer began, licking the pad of this thumb and filling through some papers.

“Nope.” You turned your head, rocking in your seat as a lone tear slipped down your cheek.

“Okay.’ He muttered, feeling slightly bad for you. He sat a pen down besides your hand. “Here I just have the terms of agreements and the second non disclosure agreement, all the important bits are highlighted in yellow for you. Just sign the spots I highlighted in pink.”

You shook your head looking down at the tiny printed words you didn’t understand. Your face scrunched up and your lips warbled and more fast-paced tears you tried to keep up with fell. “I don’t know what any of this is saying.” You croaked.

Chris’s lawyer knew he was supposed to be on his side. But the room was silent and almost everyone had the same feeling in their stomach. Guilt. Especially Chris. He knew his team was just protecting him, but they were really screwing you, and he saw that now and you had every right to be pissed off, confused, and scared in this moment.

“Okay.’ Chris’s lawyer said. “I can help you read through some of it.” He rolled over to her in his desk chair. He took his pen to the paper, looking up at her tearful clouded eyes his stomach sinking more. If it was up to him he’d just make her sign one piece—she just couldn’t talk to the media.

But it wasn’t up to him. Olivia had drafted most of this for Chris’s own protection, and he wasn’t even sure the extent that Chris knew about it.

“This here is basically saying you won’t speak to any media or press about the pregnancy. If you do Chris has the right to sue you.’ He started, you shook your head up and down.

“Understandable.’ You sniffled, signing the line.

He shook his head. “Okay. Here just says.’ He paused making sure he read that with as much empathy as he could muster. “That after a successful full term pregnancy the baby will go to the Evans family, and you’ll be given money in return.”

You winced hearing that. Of course you hadn’t been the most ecstatic about your untimely pregnancy by one of Hollywood’s biggest celebrity. And yes you had nights where you wanted to terminate it and put this behind you. But the idea of feeling this baby grow for nine months and bonding with it and only having it to be taken away broke your heart. Chris Evans was two faced. He was a monster who was breaking your heart.

“What?” Your voiced warbled. “N—no…no!” You shouted, holding your lower belly. “I’m not going to just give this—the baby away, my baby! Because this is my baby too!’ Your voice strained.

Chris felt like shit. And he had now for the last thirty minutes he had watched you fall apart in fear. This was the last thing he wanted for your first meeting and you now undoubtedly hated him. And for good reason, the terms were too outrageous. He couldn’t take care of a newborn all alone, he figured some co-parenting would be set in place. But full-on taking this baby from a woman who hadn’t done anything wrong felt like vilification.

“Don’t sign that.’ He spoke up, fury lining his eyes.

“What?” Olivia looked at him. “Chris. Don’t.”

“No Liv, you don’t.’ He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Why would you even draft something so insane like that?” He grumbled.

“Because we don’t even know her.” Olivia rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, and she doesn’t even know me!’ Chris said looking at you, your teary eyes pulling away immediately. “This is more about your trust issues than mine. Don’t sign that Y/n, please. I don’t want to take your—our baby away from you.” He said.

You could feel the warmth of his words from where you sat, but you still refused to look at him. It was too overwhelming and the last thing you need was to be melted by those Hollywood blue eyes you had looked into all night on your computer screen.

“Chris don’t do this.’ Olivia reached her hand out and placed it onto of his boiling one. “I’m protecting you.”

“Is this what my protection looks like?’ His heart clenched as he heard you sniffle once more.

“Can I have a moment?” You stood up, wiping your eyes again.

“Yes, of course.” Chris’s lawyer coughed adjusting his tie.

Everyone watched as you slipped out of the room, crying profusely. Chris turned in his chair, shaking his head at Olivia.

“Was your goal to embarrass her?” He looked over at Olivia.

Olivia rolled her eyes, letting out an exasperated groan. “No my goal is to be your manager and you’re making my job hard by caring about this nobody.” She pointed to your empty seat.

“She’s not a nobody, Liv!’ He shouted, standing up. “She’s the mother of my child for goodness sake! It doesn’t matter how unconventional or accidental it was. This wasn’t her fault and I won’t make her feel that way! I won’t scare her any more than you already have!” His Boston accent made an appearance, it always did when he was home enough—or angry enough.

“Now excuse me.” Chris walked out of the room, slamming the door behind himself.

He shook his head, walking over to his kitchen and poured himself a glass of water. He drank it wondering where you had gone—probably to the bathroom to cry more and he felt awful just thinking about it.

“Fuck.’ He said to himself, rinsing his cup out and placing it back in the cabinet. When he shut the cabinet door he noticed you.

You were outside on the balcony of his penthouse. The fall breeze whipped through your thick curly hair as you sat on one of the couches looking at the city behind you as the sun began to set.

Chris swallowed, walking toward the glass sliding door and opening it. You noticed him, turning around then turning your attention back to the Boston skyline. Chris sighed, you definitely hated him.

He coughed taking slow steps toward you. He still couldn’t believe you were here carrying the child he had always wanted. It was still the strangest miracle for him.

“Hey.” He said.

“Hi.’ You spoke meekly.

“It’s beautiful isn’t it?” He slide his hands in his pockets, walking closer to you.

“Yeah.’ Another tear escaped you.

Chris winced seeing that. “I’m sorry Y/n. I didn’t know all that was going to be thrown at you.’

“I’m sure you didn’t.” You chuckled, wiping your eyes and finally looking at him.

Chris took a seat besides you, making sure to keep his distance. “I didn’t. I would never want to take this from you.”

“What would you do if I got rid of it?” You said coldly. "The baby."

Chris stomach dropped, he knew about your little white pills and if he was honest he wanted to break into your home and flush them down the toilet. “You wouldn’t, right?”

You picked at the callouses on the inside of your hands. “I’m not sure, I’ve thought about it.”

“Please don’t.’ Chris begged. “I want this.”

“I don’t know what I want.” You stood up.

Chris grabbed your hand gently, sending a shockwave down your body. “Please Y/n, think about it.”

“I have been thinking.’ You removed his hand from yours, cutting off the transmission of electricity you felt.

“What can I do to make this better.” He stepped in front of you, his eyes melting into yours.

You bit your lip, pulling your cardigan tightly against your body as the breeze was becoming too much. “I—I don’t know.” You sighed, walking away and leaving Chris alone on his balcony.

—

It had been two days since the whole ordeal at Chris’s and you had signed as much as you could before you felt like you were signing your soul away. You slipped into your bed, feeling your phone buzz besides you.

Sighing you grabbed it flipping it over. You saw a notification from Instagram and quickly you opened it. You saw that Chris had followed you and sent you a DM. Hesitantly you opened it.

The blue glow of your screen illuminating your eyes and dark room. Your eyes scanned over his words your heart beating with each line.

“Hey, Y/n I'm sorry if finding your Instagram is weird, but I needed to speak to you. I was wondering if this weekend you’d like to meet up for some coffee? Just you and I and we talk one on one. If that sounds good to you just hit me back on here. Hopefully, your day was well :).

God, maybe he wasn’t as two-faced as you thought. You sighed closing your phone and staring off into the darkness of your room. You didn’t want to think about the baby anymore or Chris and his fucked management team. And the little white pills were starting to light up like a beacon of hope as they illuminated on your bedside.

it was a two-step process, and you'd never have to see Chris again.

But was that what you wanted?

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What To Expect When You're Not Expecting (3)

Chris Evans x Black (pregnant) Female Reader

Summary: It's no secret that Chris wants to be a daddy. He's said it in many different interviews and blogs before. He just never expected the mother of his child to be someone he didn't know, let alone fuck.

Warnings: 18+ angst, mentions of alcohol abuse and cheating/ malpractice, talk of abortions!

Note: If this gets a few hits and is well received I can make it a mini-series. If not I'll leave it one and done.

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(the reader is about two and a half months at this point)

Another school week had come to a close and you still hadn't been able to have a proper meal without the aid of ginger ale by your side. your advanced placement section had just left, and most of the high school was clearing out or joining their afterschool activities. You sighed packing your books and laptop away in your tote bag. Before you could shut off your desktop you heard a soft knock on your door.

You turned around and saw Aria Evans standing in your doorway with her basketball uniform on. She was not only brilliant at academics but in sports as well. Basketball in the fall, soccer in the spring. She was guaranteed to get into a stunning university.

"Aria.' You smiled. "Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, I, um, I was just checking in on you. You know, from a few weeks ago." Her eyes wandered to your stomach which had started to grow at this point causing you to wrap your arms around yourself.

"I'm fine Aria, thank you." You smiled softly.

"Do you know who my uncle is?" She blurted.

you looked down at your shoes, you turned, and finished packing your bag. "No." You lied.

"I don't mean to be in your business, but I overheard my mom and him talking.' She played with the hem of her uniform. "I just wanted to know if it was true."

You sucked in a deep breath, shaking as you expelled it through your nose. "Aria, is this really an appropriate question for you to be asking me?"

"No, I guess not.' She kissed her teeth, walking towards your door. "I just thought you'd be honest is all."

You turned around to face her. "What is there to be honest about if you already know?" You dropped your arms letting your growing belly be on display.

Aria shook her head and pushed open your classroom doors, disappearing into the hallway. You sighed, throwing your hands over your face. Now that a teenager knew your secret you were certain everyone would soon after.

—

Chris was still shocked you had agreed to get coffee with him after last week's fiasco. This time he wanted it to be just the two of you. No managers, no lawyers, no drama—hopefully.

Chris had gotten a small corner of the cafe for you two to occupy. Now all he had to do was wait for you. it hadn't been long until he saw you walk in. You had your phone in your hand and you were bundled up in scarfs and a long coat, sporting a pair of boots that made your frame look slimmer.

You looked around the cafe obviously looking for him. He took the liberty to bring you to your table. Chris walked over to you and placed a gently hand on your elbow.

“Hi.” He said, a smile could be captured from underneath his Boston baseball cap.

“Hi.” You picked off a curl that hand stuck onto your lipgloss.

Chris smiled softly at you. “We’re over here.’ He felt you stiffen. “By we’re, I mean you and I.” He reassured.

“Right.’ You chuckled softly, following behind him.

“I didn’t know what you’d like. So I left the menu for you.” Chris groaned, sitting down.

“Probably just a ginger ale. I can’t stomach much else.” You explained, feeling a gaging sensation even now.

“That bad, huh?” He asked, feeling bad for you.

“Mhm.’ You nodded, focused on finding a waitress before you puked everywhere.

“Have you told anybody?” Chris sipped on his coffee that was already running cold.

“What?” You turned to look at him.

“About the pregnancy.’ He sat his cup down gently. “I wouldn’t want you going through it alone.”

“Um.’ You coughed to keep your vomit at bay. “Just my best friend Vada. My sister is at LSU, and my mom.’ You paused, not ready to go that deep with Chris yet. “Just my best friend.”

“But I know you’ve told people.” You said finally flagging down a waitress, begging for a bottle of ginger ale.

“How do you know that?” Chris’s eyes bunched together.

You pushed your lips together making them turn white, before opening them to speak. “I teach your niece aria. Don’t get me wrong, she’s a joy and one of my brightest student’s. But she did ask me if I was pregnant by you the other day.”

“God.” Chris shook his head. “I’m sorry about her, she must have heard me and my sister talking.”

“It’s fine.’ You smiled shortly, downing your first sip of ginger ale. “So what did you want to talk about?’ You burped. “Sorry.”

Chris stifled a laugh. “Just the baby, I suppose.” Chris had so much he wanted to talk about, but he wanted to take it slow with you. He could tell you were still holding back.

“What about the baby?” You asked, finally not feeling goosebumps when you said that word. You were finally bonding with your little ball of a mistake and you kind of liked it—just hoped it would stop making you sick.

“Well maybe we should set up an ultrasound, and get you some prenatal vitamins. Maybe even a home birth nurse, and a doula for after you give birth.” Chris rambled.

You took a sip of your ginger ale, laughing as your lips attached to the bottle. “Someone did their research.’ You chuckled, Chris doing the same. “I just can’t afford those things and I’m already paying high insurance for something unrelated.’ You sighed. “Let’s just start at the ultrasounds and store bought prenatal vitamins—and I’ll only have pizza twice a week.”

Chris looked you up and down, you really didn’t even think of him as an option in getting you those things. He wanted the two of you to be a team on this. He needed you to know you can trust him and he wants the best for you and his baby.

“Well, I mean I could always pay for it.’ Chris took a sip of his coffee, his blue eyes staring at you through the heat that seeped from his cup.

“Ha.’ You snorted. “That’s some really expensive stuff.’ You pulled out your phone typing away. “A doula alone is anywhere from eight hundred to twelve hundred a night.” You shook your head.

“Well I’m not on a regular salary.” He said.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You folded your arms.

Chris sat his cup down, and leaned back spreading his arms on the cushion of the couch. “Just means if we want something for our baby, I can get it.” He said, with a rough low voice. “You’re just gonna have to trust me.”

“We’ll see.’ You said, looking him up and down. “I’ll set an ultrasound for next weekend, with my new gynecologist by the way.” You rolled you eyes. “Have you done anything with Perez yet? I can’t afford to.”

“My teams working on something, she’ll get what’s coming for her. We’ll cover your butt too so don’t worry about it.” Chris said, not wanting you to stress about it.

“Right.’ You finished your bottle.

The moment got quiet for you and Chris and the air around you began to thicken as he stared at you with those ocean eyes. Reading you. Studying you. You shifted uncomfortably coughing and moving your eyes from his direct line of sight.

He spoke. “Do you still have the pills?”

You knew this question was coming. You knew how much Chris wanted this, how obviously he feared with one choice it could be over for him. It was your turn to read Chris and he looked worried, every part of his firm body softened praying your truth matched his want—his hope.

You swallowed, tucking your lips inward. “I flushed them.” You admitted.

You could hear Chris audibly gasp, it was a sound of relief. “Why?” He asked, feeling his hope rising as you spoke.

You sighed, crossing your legs the tip of your boot touching his knee cap. “Because I want this.”

Chris smiled brightly, almost too brightly. God, he wanted to hug you. But he wouldn’t. It felt like something he could maybe sneak in after you had given birth. But for now the relationship still felt professional.

“I’m so glad to here you say that.” His smile still visible under his hat.

“You really want kids?” You asked him.

“A big Boston family.” He said.

“Well I’m only giving you one, so cherish it.” You laughed a bit.

“Right.’ Chris laughed along. “And you?”

“Hm?’ You tilted your head to the side.

“Want any kids?” He asked.

“No, but I guess I do now.” You smiled somberly, rubbing your growing belly.

Chris sat up looking down at your sweater covered womb. He almost reached for it, but he didn’t want to violate. “May I?” He blurted.

Your eyes went wide. Did you let him touch you? You almost wanted to say no. But this was his child too. “Yes.” You said hesitantly.

Chris’s hand reached out slowly toward yours belly, as he gently placed it onto you lower abdomen. He couldn’t feel much physically— but spiritually he felt his child and he loved their first touch. He smiled as his eyes watered. Chris was really going to be a daddy.

“You can’t feel much yet.” You said, looking down at Chris’s large hand.

“I know. It’s firm though.” He moved his hand.

“It isn’t always like that, so I guess that’s something.”

“Why do you touch it? Your belly?” He asked.

You were starting to notice that Chris was full of questions. “Just a comfort, knowing I’m not all alone anymore. Someone’s here with me.” You were honest.

Chris nodded and the room fell silent again for you two. Mostly because there was so much both of you wanted to say but were just to afraid to say, and you’d already rested enough water for today it felt.

“I’m going to order my Uber.” You spoke up, breaking the ice.

“Uber?” Chris asked. “I can drive you.”

“No, no.’ You waved him off. “It’s fine.”

“Y/n,” Chris placed his warm hand on your knee it jump slightly. “I insist, Ubers aren’t safe anyways.”

“You don’t live too far from here anyways.” He said.

Your eyebrows furrowed. “How do you know where I live?” You lowered your phone.

Chris’s eyes went wide. Embarrassed he had let that slip. “Well when I needed to find you I hired a private investigator and I guess he went really private.” He said watching your face fold in confusion.

“You hired someone to find me?” You stood up, trying to keep your voice to a minimum.

Chris stood up too. “Well yes, how else could I have found you.” He justified.

“I’m gonna wait for my uber outside.” You shook your head, tucking your coat to your body.

Chris rolled his eyes. Boy you were a stubborn one. He followed after you catching the door you had slammed, not knowing if it was intentional or not.

“Hey,’ he jogged toward you. “Y/n, cancel it.” He sighed, holding his hands on his hips.

“Why?” You asked, not looking at him.

“Because I’m taking you home.” He pushed his Audis keys making the car light up from across the parking lot.

“You don’t have to take care about me because I’m pregnant.” You said, shoving a piece of spearmint gum into your mouth.

“I do care about you.”

You laughed, popping a bubble with your gum. “You don’t even know me.”

“Maybe I want to get to know you.’ He said, rolling his keys in his hands.

You let another bubble pop, looking him up and down. God he was mulish. “Fine.”

“Fine what?” Chris almost grinned.

“Fine you can’t take me home.”

Chris smiled. “Perfect.”

—

The ride had been quiet so far, neither of you know what to say to feel the void. Honestly your Uber would have been more enjoyment than this. You had to say his car did drive nicely, and was oddly clean.

You snickered as you looked out the passenger window, the Boston trees morphing from their summer shades to their fall ones.

“What’s so funny.” Chris asked.

“You.”

Chris looked over at you for a brief moment before focusing back on the rode. “And how am I funny, Ms. Y/n?”

“Your car, it’s just really clean.’ You picked the fuzz off your cardigan. “Does someone do it for you?”

Chris laughed, fixing his baseball cap on his head. “What you think I can’t clean my own car?”

“No, it just looks really clean, like really clean.” You expressed

“And your car isn’t?”

“I don’t have a car.”

Chris frowned. “Oh, I didn’t realize.”

“Wouldn’t call an Uber if u had one.”

“Maybe I can help you with that.” Chris coughed, rubbing the back of his neck.

The car stopped at a red light and so did you heart. This was exactly what you didn’t want to happen. Chris get whim off your financial short comings and wanting to fix everything for you. You didn’t need his help with anything but the baby.

“I can manage.” You grumbled, crossing your arms.

Chris sighed. “I didn’t mean it like that.” He rubbed a hand over his full beard. “I just meant I want to help out where I can.”

“I’ve been saving up from my other job for a while now.’ You said. “No need.”

Chris’s eyes bunched together. When him and his p.i had worked together they hadn’t found you had another job. And they out found almost everything about you. “You have another job besides teaching?” He turned into your small apartment complex.

“Yeah.” You felt the car jolt as he put it into park.

“Where? If you don’t mind me asking.” He turned his body slightly towards you.

You gathered your purse, pushing open his door. “A bar in downtown Boston. I work Saturday and Sunday nights.”

“Why?”

You laughed, holding your belly as you swung out of his low seating car. “Because not all of us can be multimillionaire actors like you.”

Chris swallowed hard. “Right. Well can you text me when you set the appointment, I want to be there.” Chris smiled.

You nodded. “Thank you.’ You said, fumbling with your keys. “For the ride.”

“Anytime.” He smiled. Watching you as you unlocked the door and entered the complex.

Chris released a heavy breath putting his car in drive and pulling off. He hated that you were working two jobs and had no car. He knew it wasn’t his place but he wanted your pregnancy to be comfortable and smooth sailing. Not filled with stress, he wanted to do something for you— a nice jester, he just hoped you didn’t take it wrong.

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What To Expect When You're Not Expecting (4)

Chris Evans x Black (pregnant) Female Reader

Summary: It's no secret that Chris wants to be a daddy. He's said it in many different interviews and blogs before. He just never expected the mother of his child to be someone he didn't know, let alone fuck.

Warnings: 18+ angst, mentions of alcohol abuse and cheating/ malpractice, talk of abortions!, TALK OF SU*C*DE, TALK OF DMV! BE WARNED!

Note: If this gets a few hits and is well received I can make it a mini-series. If not I'll leave it one and done.

Edit: To my surprise, many of you like this and asked me to continue, here's the fourth part and a tag list to join! I'm trying to start my blog up so this really helps!

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divider by: @firefly-graphics

taglist link here

(the reader is finally finishing her first trimester, we have to move it along hehe)

Chris wanted to throw his phone against the wall he was so angry. He knew it came with the territory of being a celebrity, but sometimes he wanted to damn the paparazzi to hell. Invading his privacy was one thing, he had lawyers for things like that. But invading yours and the baby's fueled him with unbridled rage.

Maybe it was a sense of protection he was growing over the child you were carrying, but he didn't want your face out there and now it was. Chris blamed himself, he was just so caught up in you and the baby he had been so relaxed and hadn't noticed the camera.

"Fuck, she's probably seen it." He groaned throwing his phone onto his sofa.

"I bet she has." Olivia spat, leading Chris to roll his eyes. "Oh, this one's rich!' She laughed sitting next to Chris. "Captain America star Chris Evans was seen cozied up with homegrown Boston beauty last Friday. The pair were spotted leaving together, Chris holding open the door for his suspected new woman. And is that a baby bump? So, could this mean America's most eligible bachelor is off the market?”

"Fucking E-news!" Chris yelled. "Calling her a Boston beauty, and the bump, fuck!" he tugged at his brown fluffy strands of hair.

"I'm sure she called herself a homegrown Boston beauty.' Olivia mimicked your accent. "Sounds too narssacitic to be press."

Chris practically blew smoke out his nose. “Olivia would you just fucking quit it!” He slammed his hand on the coffee table, pushing himself off the sofa. “She didn’t leak shit! We got caught, that simple!”

“Why are you defending her, huh?’ Olivia turned Chris around by his shoulder. “You don’t even know her!”

“I’m getting to know her!’ Chris shouted. “And I—I like her so far. Yes, she’s a tough cookie to crack. But I like her, and she seems like a good fucking person.” Chris said, bringing his temper down.

Olivia shook her head pointing at Chris. “This isn’t over, I’m calling the press and the news and telling them to take every damn story down, today.” She stormed off, her heels clicking against the marble floor. Chris shook his head as his hands rested on his hips. He really hoped you weren’t hurting somewhere.

—

You sat with tears in your eyes that were ready to break like the Hoover damn. You never imagined yourself to be so pregnant, and so alone. You held your mom's hand tighter moving all the metal wiring and tubing out of your way. Trying your best to ignore the heart monitor's persistent beeps.

“Mom,’ you sniffled, caressing her motionless hand. “You’re finally going to have a grandbaby, see?’ You leaned back, exposing your growing belly.

But she didn’t move, she never did. Your mother stayed still, her eyes remained closed as a tube roped through her neck doing all the breathing for her.

“Fuck.” You whimpered, pulling at the hospital sheets as you cried into them.

Why was life so unfair and cruel? Especially to the people who did it no harm. Your mom had been in a coma for just over two years at this point. And each day she was left on life support was another day it felt harder to be here. Harder to not be were she was. Or worst.

You remember that night. That night you, your mother, and your younger sister had almost lost your lives to the heinous man you once called your father. He had beaten you along with your sister to a pulp and nearly killed your mother by strangulation. Resulting in her slipping into a coma.

The doctors said if he had strangled her for just another minute, she wouldn't have made it. And from that treacherous night on, you had done nothing but pray she would wake up. Pray she would recover and you all could heal finally, as a family. And he could rot in hell.

A soft knock on the door pulled your attention from your mother, you slowly looked over to the sound and saw your mother's nurse just making her rounds.

“Hi.’ She smiled, clicking a pen alive and scribbling what your were positive was nurse terminology down onto a clipboard.

You noticed in between everything she wrote she would glance at you with a precarious look bestowed on her face. It wouldn’t take long before she finally spoke up.

“Not to be rude.’ She coughed, putting the pen on the collar of her colorful nursing scrubs. “But aren’t you the girl who's dating Chris Evans?”

Your eyes went wide and your heart silent. Your breathing was unusually shallow as you swallowed what ever spit was left in your parched throat. “What?” Being the only word you could muster.

“I’m sorry.’ She laughed, sweeping a red flyaway behind her ear. “It’s just your trending all over social media. They say you’re dating him.’

You didn’t say a word, instead you tore through your bag, pulling out your phone and jamming your thumb on the power button waiting for it to illuminate in your face.

‘Cmon, cmon.” You groaned, pushing into the button harder.

Finally, your phone lit up and you unlocked it heading straight to Twitter's trending page. There you discovered Chris was trending number one. You gasped as your eyes scrolled down the timeline along with your fingertips. Suddenly your phone began to show all of the miss calls and text messages from random numbers and Chris along with your best friend Vada.

You stood up from your chair, leaning down and giving your mother a kiss on her cheek. “I love you, mom.” You smiled somberly into the kiss, pulling away with a sigh.

“And no.’ You looked at the nurse. “I’m not dating him.”

Fuck, should you have said that? You scurried out of the hospital, jumping into the back of your Uber dialing your Vadas number as the sweat continued to pile underneath your arms.

“Bitch, you better explain yourself, and now!” She yelled over the phone.

“Vads, I’m not dating him! I don’t even know how those pictures got out there! Did he really use me as a publicity stunt?” You groaned, looking out the window.

“So you’re not fucking him?” She asked.

“Fuck no! He just wanted to talk and I agreed, then he begged to take me home." You fanned your overheating body. "Fuck, do you think he set me up?”

“It doesn’t seem like it from the pictures.’ Vada typed away on her desktop. “Have you talked to him?”

“No, but I’m going to his house now.” You sighed, biting at your nails. “I know he's probably thinking about me what I’m thinking about him.”

“You think he’ll think it was you?”

“Yup.” You shook your head.

Your Uber came to a halt in front of the penthouse. You said thank you and stepped out closing the door behind yourself.

“I’ll call you back Vads.” You said hanging up.

You looked at your call log and you finger lingered over Chris’s name which was bright red with missed calls. You let the pad of your finger hit it and brung the phone up to your ear.

“Hello, Y/n?”

“Chris, what’s happening?” You asked, walking inside his building.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I wish I knew.”

You took in a deep breath closing your eyes. “Can you let me up?” You ran a hand through your knotless braids.

“Your here?” Chris jumped up.

“Yes, is that okay?”

“More than okay.’ He said, walking toward his home phone that connected to the front desk. “One second.” He sat his cellphone down.

“Hey phill, can you let her up please?”

“Sure thing Mr. Evans, but which one?”

Chris paused, almost wanting to laugh. “What.” The laugh stifled out anyways.

“Well, there’s a pretty brunette here for you and a stunning lady with braids.’ He stood looking at both women. “So which one?”

Chris bit his lip and threw his head back. The last thing he need was to hear Emma's mouth about this. They weren’t even a thing, but she seemed not to take the hint. Or rather hints.

“Send 'em’ both.” He groaned hanging up the phone.

Phil shook his head, hanging his own phone up. “Um ladies,’ he coughed. “You can go through here.” A private elevator opened.

Your eyes scrunched together as you heard a pair of heels clicking behind you. Turning around you saw a fierce brunette walking towards you with fire in her eyes. She looked like something out of a magazine. Her brown hair flowed and bounced as she stomped toward the elevator. You scurried toward the elevator doors behind her, immediately feeling small next to the tall and slender woman. The doors shut in front of you and you began rocking on your heels hoping to elevate some of the tension that contaminated the air.

“So you’re sleeping with my boyfriend and he knocked you up?” Emma asked snarkily.

“What?’ You looked up at her. “No, it was a medical mistake.”

“Not what the news says.’ She crossed her arm, bursting out of the elevator at the ding.

You rolled your eyes, sheepishly following after her. You both reached the front door of Chris’s place. Emma knocked on the door ferociously so that it certainly could be heard from the other side. And it was, Chris opened up the door looking exhausted.

“Really?” She shouted, pushing past him.

You stood there biting the inside of your lip watching him shake his head low.

“Hi.” You said, still standing outside his door frame.

“Hi.” He exhaled, opening space for you to walk through.

"Trouble in paradise?" You chuckled, pointing towards Emma.

"There is no paradise,' he whispered, shutting the door.

"Hm," you said, tugging at your purse strap.

"There's the little minx." Olivia's nose flared as she strutted towards you with Emma behind her.

"That's not even the word for her." Emma ground her teeth together.

Your breath hitched in your throat as you stepped back, not noticing you had cowarded behind Chris who held your arm gently in support.

"I didn't leak that!" You croaked out.

Olivia folded her arms. "So who did?" She smiled, her eyes blinking rapidly.

"I don't know! Maybe the paparazzi!" You shouted unsurely.

"Chris!' Emma shouted, "Why are you touching her?"

"Because you're both acting insane and shouting at her! She's pregnant and I'm done allowing you both, especially you Liv , to torment her!" Chris belted, veins popping out of his neck.

He grabbed the small of your back, leading you to his couch and sitting you down. "Do you want something to drink, I have ginger ale."

You nodded, looking down at your shoes. "Yes."

Emma scoffed, plopping down on the opposite side of the couch, Oliva by her side, staring you down. "Can I have a drink as well, Chris baby?" she said, her eyes never leaving you.

Chris sighed. "Sure Emma, what would you like?" He twisted your ginger ale bottle open, pouring it into a glass.

"You know how I like it, something hot." She smirked at you.

You sat uncomfortably, not sure what her angle was with you.

"So you really didn't leak it?" Olivia asked.

"No, why would I?" You said, growing angry.

Olivia laughed. "Who would pass up an opportunity to be linked to Chris, lots of people just like you want him."

"I get you're protecting him, but the only thing I want to do is be able to eat my favorite foods without puking." You said, thanking Chris as he handed you your drink. "So no, I didn't leak it. Besides, how could I snap a picture from myself across the parking lot?"

Olivia's eyes softened, sitting back against the sofa. "We'll look into, it," She said snarkily.

Chris shook his head, slowly sipping on his expensive aged bourbon. It burning as it went down. “So where do we go from here?”

“We take her out of the public eye, not like she’s memorable. They’ll forget about her soon enough.” Olivia waved it off. “In the meantime, I’m going to set up a nice little PR date night for you and Em so the public will be off your trail.” She explained to Chris.

Chris rolled his eyes. “So what? We write it off like she’s a friend I was helping?” He asked, his arms resting on the top cushion of his sofa.

“Yup.” Olivia said popping ‘p’

“And maybe you and Emma should kiss, really make it seem legit.” She added.

“I’m all for that,” Emma smirked.

Chris leaned forward, rubbing his face with his palm. The last thing he wanted was for the public to believe he was a manwhore, with two women in less than a month it was bound to be a story, he could see it now. But it was for you and the baby. And at this point he would do about anything for the two of you.

“Okay.” He agreed, setting his drink on his coffee table. “Only for y/n.” He said, standing up.

Your head shot up, for most of the conversation you had been silent hoping no one would point a finger at you if you stood still. But now Chris had just bring that attention back on you, and in the most unexpected way.

“What?” You laughed in confusion.

“I’m only doing this ridiculous stunt for you.’ Chris clarified. “You didn’t ask for this.”

He looked into your eyes. “I’m doing this for you and our baby.” He said.

You weren't sure why, but your heart had just skipped a beat. He was so Captain America-like. Running to your defense like you had watched him do before on the big screen.

You brushed a braid, behind your ear. “Thank you.” Your cheeks heated up, and you almost wanted to slap yourself for allowing it.

“Yeah, anytime,” Chris said with a small smile.

Emma scoffed, grabbing her purse and leaving the room. "I can't stand to watch this!" She shouted, slamming the penthouse door.

"That girl is a nutcase." You sipped on your ginger ale, rubbing your belly.

"Tell me about it." Chris groaned.

Anxious was an understatement, this was the first ultrasound he would attend. The first time he'd officially meet his baby. Although he had no part in the conception, he never felt more connected to anything in his life. Chris pulled open the doors to the clinic, smiling at the front desk woman as he approached.

Instantly her eyes glimmered over. "Oh my goodness, are you, Chris Evans?" She questioned, frantically pulling out her phone.

He put his finger over his lips shushing her, pulling his baseball cap low. “Yes.” He chuckled.

“Oh my God, I love your work. Could I have a photo?” She giggled, making sure to whisper per his request.

“Sure.” He looked over his shoulder before leaning in. The woman snapped a photo thanking him once more and blowing a kiss.

You just laughed, closing your assignments as you clapped your hands. What a show that was, you couldn’t fathom being famous and getting recognized everywhere you went. You couldn’t even handle being recognized as a teacher in the grocery store. But Chris seemed to handle it well, it was one of the things you were beginning to admire about him. How calm he always seemed to be, it made you less nervous.

“Hey superstar.” You waved at him, putting your students assignments into your bag.

Chris laughed, walking over to you. “Wow.” He gasped as you stood up. “You’re getting so big.” He chucked in disbelief.

You frowned. “What do you mean by that?”

Chris’s eyes widened then softened. “No baby—I mean, Y/n. I meant your belly. The baby.” He pointed at your stomach.

“Well I hope so,” you grumbled. “Sit, our appointment isn’t for another fifteen minutes.”

“Right.” He sighed, sitting beside you. “What we’re you reading?” He asks, sparking conversation.

“Oh, my students informative essays.’ You chuckled. “Would you believe Aria actually wrote about immaculate conception after hearing our story.”

“That girl is something else.” He rubbed his temple.

“You must admit, she’s brilliant. And she will be getting an A.” You said. “And not because I unofficially slept with her uncle.” You brushed your shoulder against his.

Chris brushed yours back, laughing along with you. Not only was Aria something else, so were you, and in the best possible way. But there was something he couldn’t deny himself of knowing anymore. After your coffee date and you mentioning a high insurance rate, Chris looked into the real reason you needed two jobs. He couldn’t find much, but what he could find disturbed him. He just wanted to know the real truth, maybe he could help.

“Can I ask you something, Y/n?” He sighed, rubbing his palms over his knees.

“Shoot.” You smiled at him.

“I found something and I wanted to ask you about it.”

You frowned not sure where this was going, but before Chris could explain the doctor had called your last name. Waving for you to come back.

“Let’s table the conversation for after, okay?” You grabbed your bag.

“Just promise you’ll be honest.” Chris took your bag from you.

You laughed awkwardly. “Depends on what it is.”

—

“Okay, this is going to be cold, Ms. Y/L/N.” The doctor said, as she began to spread the ultrasound gel along your belly.

“Wow, that really is cold.” You jolted, laughing as she and Chris stared at the screen.

“Yes.” She giggled. “So tell me, Y/n, I see this is your first pregnancy. How has it been so far?”

“Well, I’ve been able to eat more and not get sick so that’s a plus. Also I have this app, it told me my baby should be as big as an avocado by now.” You explained, heading Chris laugh.

“An avocado, that’s so small.” He chuckled.

“Well babies are small, and a handful. Which is why it takes a village to raise them.’ The doctor said, still searching the monitor. “And I assume this is dad?”

“Yeah.” Chris spoke, his heart fluttering at the title.

“Ah, there they are. Beautiful heartbeat.” The doctor pointed at the screen.

You and Chris both leaned in, listening to the heartbeat as it sounded like music to your ears. Your eyes began to swell with tears. You had never had any intentions on having children, but after this, you felt completely different. You would protect this baby with your life. A lone tear rolled down your cheek as you felt your hand inch closer to Chris’s, almost acting on it own accord. Your fingers intertwined as he smiled down at you with misty eyes. That lonely feeling you felt subsided, you realized that as long as you two were in this together, Chris would never make you feel alone.

“When will we know if it’s a boy or girl?” Chris asked, wiping his eyes.

“I’d say give it another month or two.” The doctor smiled, wiping your belly clean. “Congratulations. Whoever they are or choose to be, they’re happy and healthy.” She smiled, leaving the room.

Chris sniffled, wanting to hug you so badly. He couldn’t help that he was a hugger. But you broke through the silence, blowing your nose.

“What did you want to ask me?” You groaned, swinging your legs off the exam table.

Shit, Chris had almost forgotten he wanted to ask you about a harrowing experience in your life.

“Right.’ He watched as your eyes searched his. “Y/n, what really happened to your mother?”

Your stomach dropped, your eyes were glossy again and not from hearing the heartbeat of your baby.

“What?” You croaked.

“I looked into it, the reason you work two jobs because I didn’t want you stressed out.’ He sighed, leaning against the exam table, your watering eyes tearing him apart. “I read an local paper about your stepfather and your mother.”

“It didn’t say much, but it said enough.” Chris said. “Is your mother okay?”

Your body trembled, why would he think it was ok to ask you such questions. Especially after arguable the best moment of your life.

“Why do you care?’ You questioned. “And—and why the fuck are you looking into my past? I thought you were over that?”

“I just wanted to help you anyway I could, and you weren’t talking to me.”

“Talking to you, I barely know you! At least not enough to give you my full fucking life story!” You shout. “Why is it that you know more about me than I do you? And I’m not the ones whose plastered all over social media!” You brush past him, holding onto you belly.

“Y/n!” He shouted after you.

But you ignored him. If Chris didn’t trust you to carry his baby, to hell with him. We all have our past, our demons and you were no exception. But neither was he, and you were about to find out what those demons exactly were.

—

A/N: sorry for not posting this for a while. I know people have been looking forward to it. So here is part four. Nosy Chris.

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What To Expect When You're Not Expecting (5)

Chris Evans x Black (pregnant) Female Reader

Summary: It's no secret that Chris wants to be a daddy. He's said it in many different interviews and blogs before. He just never expected the mother of his child to be someone he didn't know, let alone fuck.

Warnings: 18+ angst, mentions of alcohol abuse and cheating/ malpractice, talk of abortions!, TALK OF SU*C*DE, TALK OF DMV! BE WARNED!

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(The reader is nearing five months pregnant, it’s giving WandaVision speed lmao. Chris is a proud PAPAya)

You hadn’t spoken to Chris in a week, and it was another week he couldn’t see his child grow. It wasn’t like he was off in another state filming a movie. In fact, he was here in Boston filming Defending Jacob, so he had nothing but opportunities to see you and the baby. But you hadn’t wanted that, ignoring his calls and text. He knew he messed up asking your such personal questions. But he just wanted to help if he could.

So now on his day off work, he found himself walking up to your apartment with a bouquet of flowers and a pack of ginger ale. He truly hoped you would accept his peace offering—he also hoped your love for ginger ale wasn’t conditional to your pregnancy.

Chris adjusted his hoodie and hat, coughing before he knocked on your apartment door. From the other side he heard stampering, and before he knew it the door flew wide open and so did his eyes. The girl before him looked just like you, only shorter and not pregnant. His eyebrow rose as she chewed on a Twix bar, pulling at the carmel that fell from the bar while she stared him down.

“You gonna say anything, or do you just stare?” She burped causing Chris’s face to scrunch up.

“Um?” He coughed, peaking at the apartment doors number, yup still 338. “Am I at the right apartment?”

“You’re at the right place.’ She looked Chris up and down. “Y/n just taking her thirtieth bathroom break of the day.” She turned, walking away leaving the door wide open.

“Are you going to come in, or are you just going to stand there like a pedophile?” She wandered into the kitchen.

Unsure, Chris stepped inside, closing the heavy wooden door behind himself. “And you are?” He asked, following behind the girl. He watched as she pounced onto the counter, digging into a pint of moose tracks ice cream.

She laughed, kicking her legs. “I’m, Sarah. Y/n’s younger sister. Who are you?” She pointed at him with her spoon.

Chris opened his mouth to speak, but Sarah beat him to the chase. “Wait. Don’t tell me,’ she laughed, rubbing her chin. “You’re the baby daddy, Chris Evans. My roommates fucking obsessed with you.”

“Well, thanks.’ He chuckled awkwardly, placing the flowers down on the counter.

“Want some?” Sarah held her a spoonful of ice cream out in front of Chris’s mouth.

“I’m good.” Chris quickly declined.

“Your loss.” She jumped of the counter. “Y/N, GET OUT HERE—YOUR BABY DADDY IS HERE!” She shouted down the small hallway of your apartment.

Y/n stepped out of the bathroom, here brown eyes glaring at Chris’s blue ones as she emerged from the darkness of the hallway. Although he hadn’t known her long, her eyes always conveyed so much. And right now, they told him to get the hell out of her house. Which was nice by the way.

It was small and cozy, a blend of modern and almost Victorian style furniture with nice hints of pastels and neutrals blending together. A candles wick flickered in the background making the apartments living space smell immaculately . Chris was almost jealous of this place.

“What do you want?” You stuck your nose in the air, slouching back on her sofa.

Chris sighed, grabbing the flowers and walking around to your sofa. He took a seat behind you, placing the flowers on your dark brown coffee table.

“I wanted to say I’m sorry for prying, it wasn’t fair for me to drop those questions on you. Especially without your permission.” He said softly.

“Yeah, apologize as you should.” Sarah leaned over the top of the sofa, staring Chris down. “Digging into our personal shit like you’re Derek Morgan from Criminal Minds. Have several seats, Captain Underpants.” She rolled her eyes.

“Sarah,” you popped your little sisters lip. “Go away.”

Sarah smacked your hand back in retaliation, and you could have sworn you hear Chris stifle out a laugh. You glared at them both.

“Go away.” You growled at her, watching her step into the kitchen. “Further.” You pointed in the direction of her bedroom.

“Sorry.” You rubbed your eyes finally addressing Chris. “What did you want again.” You yawned, snuggling into your heated blanket more.

Chris smiled, looking at your ever growing belly, glowing skin, and messy hair. He liked that you were still intact with the child in you, some of your hair strands being dyed pink. Even with this ordeal and everything you’d been through, you still had an innocence about yourself, and that was more than he could say for others he had met.

“Right.” Chris emerged from the trance you seemed to put him in. “I just wanted to give you these and apologize.” He pointed toward the flowers.

“I hate the smell of flowers.” You blurted. Chris sat dumbfounded, what kind of girl hated the smell of flowers.

“Oh.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine,’ you got up and headed to the kitchen with your flowers in hand. “I guess they’ll make a cute center piece, until they die.” You plucked away at one of the red rose petals.

“Right.” Chris frowned, not sure how to take your response. He was walking on egg shells here.

“I accept your apology, by the way.” You flicked on the kitchen sink, pouring water into a clear purple vase.

“Really?” Chris beamed.

“Yeah,’ you trimmed the ends of the flowers, tossing them in the vase. “I guess you should know about how fucked up your child’s grandfather is, right?” You said. “How he almost killed me and the rest of my family.”

Chris’s heart pained hearing that. The thought that you could have been killed as a young girl, struck him deeply. How could someone who said he loved you do such horrid things.

“I’m really sorry about that, Y/n.” Chris grabbed your shoulder giving it a light squeeze.

“If you’re so sorry.’ Sarah’s head popped around the corner, followed by the rest of her body. “Cook us some dinner, I’m starved.”

You laughed, feeling your own belly rumble. “It’s only fair.” You shrugged.

“And we want pasta.” Sarah demanded.

Chris could tell the two of you were nothing alike. He shook his head, finally giving in to cooking for the two of you. Not that he had any other plans.

“Fine.” He smiled. “But I only know how to make Alfredo.”

—

Chris had been cooking for around thirty minutes, and you’d been staring at his back for the better half of it. And boy did he have a great back, but that wasn’t what most of your thoughts were consumed by. It was mostly consumed by the fact that he never rejected you, not even for a split second. You went through a denial phase of the pregnancy, wanting to end it all. But Chris never seemed to want that.

“Chris.” You spoke up.

He turned around looking at you, almost signaling for you to speak.

“Why do you want this baby so bad?” You bite into a banana.

Chris stopped stirring the Alfredo sauce. Putting the wooden spoon you had provided down. “Why do you ask?”

“What, i can’t ask thought provoking questions too?” You walked around the counter, standing directly in front of him now. “Why did you want this.” You pointed at the bump.

Chris shrugged. “I don’t know, I’ve always wanted a family.”

“No, there’s more to that story. Everyone wants a family, a village to come home to.” You explained.

“Well maybe that’s just it.” Chris turned around, throwing a kitchen towel over his shoulder. “Maybe I’m tired of coming home to an empty house, it’s been just me and dodger for the pass five years. Maybe I want more, Y/n.”

You sighed, and there it was. He was lonely. “I get that. Thank you for being honest.” You smiled.

“You’re welcome.” He smiled, turing back to the sauce.

“So you think this baby will be enough for you?” You asked.

“I know it will, and so will you.” He said back.

Your heart fluttered at that sentiment, you think you were staring to love your accidental family just a little bit more each and every day—and that included Chris.

—

Chris’s dinner was, interesting, to say the least. It wasn’t bad, but it was stellar either. Not that you were going to tell him that. But Sarah on the other hand. She had a mouth for anyone and anything.

“Did you season this?” She asked with a perplexed face

“Yes? Is it not to your standard, Queen Sarah.” Chris sassed her back.

Sarah scoffed. “Don’t get smart.” She frowned at him.

He put his hands up in defense, wiping the corners of his mouth. “Y/n? Your thoughts?”

You looked up, playing with the noodles. “Um, it’s cute.” You said quietly, hearing Sarah burst into a fit of giggles.

“Cute?” He said, narrowing his blue eyes.

“I mean,’ you stammered over your words. “Never mind, it’s great.” You lied to him, watching his face soften.

“Well, thank you,’ he coughed. “I actually have something to ask you.” He said.

“That’s funny,” Sarah interjected. “I was gonna ask you something to.”

Chris subtly rolled his eyes. “What is, Sarah?”

She smirked. “What’s it like to be famous? And what made you want to honker down and have this baby with my fabulous sister?”

“Being famous isn’t what everyone thinks. It’s not all glitz and glamour, it’s hard work too.”

“I bet.” She took a sip of her drink. “And my sister?” She nudged you.

Chris looked at you and then the baby, a glimmer of something you couldn’t explain was in his eyes. “I just—I don’t know I feel comfortable around your sister, and I’m in a position where I can take care of both of them. Relationship or not, I guess.” He mumbled.

“It’s not conventional,’ you gave his hand a pat. “But it’ll work.” You smiled.

“Aw, how cute!” Sarah said sarcastically. “So you know Sebastian?” She immediately changed the subject.

You giggled, spitting out your ginger ale a bit. “Stop.”

“No, don’t do that!’ Sarah laughed. “You should have seen what she was saying about him.” She told Chris

“You know Sebastian?” Chris grabbed his glass confused.

“No, I don’t. But after I found out who you were I kind of went on a stalking binge with Sarah on the phone, we found Sebastian. And I don’t know, he’s cute.” You smiled, before taking another sip.

alright, Chris didn’t know if he should be jealous. According to everyone he was just your baby daddy. But something about the woman carrying his baby finding his best friend ‘cute’ bothered him, badly.

“Hm, yeah well Sebastian’s a sweetheart.” He grumbled, rolling his eyes.

“Maybe he can be your next celebrity baby daddy, Y/n.” Now it was Chris’s turn to spit of his drink.

“Sorry.” Chris said as everyone’s eyes were on him, he wiped himself off with a napkin avoiding the girls eyes.

“You good bro?” Sarah asked, ripping off another piece of paper towel and passing it to him.

“Yeah.’ He coughed once more. “I’m fine.”

“But y/n,’ Chris carried on. “I was thinking we should plan for a baby shower.”

“Oh,’ y/n gasped.

“I mean if that okay with you?” He added.

“Yeah, it’s great. It’s just, I don’t have much family to bring. It’ll just be Sarah and Vada.” You told him.

“That’s ok.’ He smiled. “My family has been dying to you meet you.”

“Okay.“ you nodded.

“Good. When should we start planning?” Chris asked, pulling out his calendar.

“Are you opening your calendar?” Sarah laughed.

“Sarah, stop he’s busy. And next week should be fine, Chris.”

“Hopefully not too busy for the baby.” She grumbled underneath her breath, Chris hears her and glares.

“Never too busy.” He replied with a different look for both girls. “Next week is perfect Y/n.”

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First kiss | Chris Evans

Sumarry → Y/n and Chris kiss for the first time after their first date.

Pairing → Chris Evans X Reader | Word Count → 718

A/N → I loved doing this, hope it's not too bad lol. ♡ English is not my first language, so I’m sorry for any mistakes.

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Chris parks the car in front of Y/n's house, then looks at the girl in the passenger seat.

Y/n and Chris had just been on their first date, yes, they were both on cloud nine.

"Thank you so much for today Chris, I really enjoyed it" Y/n says after a moment of silence.

"I should thank you for agreeing to go out with me, I loved it." Chris says taking off his seat belt.

Y/n takes off his belt as well, and the two look at each other affectionately for a while.

Chris smiles at Y/n and slowly leans towards her, when he realizes Y/n is doing the same Chris holds Y/n's right cheek.

Their lips meet in a gentle, loving kiss, and when Chris tries to deepen the kiss, he feels Y/n turn her face away, and then quickly pulls away afraid he's doing something she doesn't want to.

"I'm sorry, I thought you wanted this." Chris says scratching the back of his neck and Y / n widens his eyes

"No Chris, I really want this I'm just a little nervous." She quickly explains herself, afraid to make Chris think she doesn't want to kiss him.

"I make you nervous huh." Chris says smiling to Y/n, who is grateful that it's dark inside the car and Chris isn't able to see the blush on her cheeks.

"Stop this!" Y/n says smiling and pushing Chris, who is laughing too.

"Don't worry, you make me nervous too." Chris says holding Y/n's hand.

Y/n smiles at him and intertwines her fingers with his, and the two of them sit in comfortable silence for a while.

"Can we get out of the car?" Y/n asks, and Chris nods, and lets go of Y/n's hand to open the car door.

When Chris walks around the car to open the door for Y/n, he notices she's already getting out of the car, so he stares at her in bewilderment.

"which?" She asks closing the door and laughing at the expression Chris is making.

"You didn't even let me be a gentleman with you, I'm offended." Chris says placing his hand on his chest dramatically.

Y/n smiles at Chris, and he laughs along, for him it was completely impossible to see Y/n smile, and not feel like smiling either.

Y/n looks at the sky, and realizes it's a beautiful starry night.

"The sky is so beautiful today isn't it?" She says, and Chris looks up at the sky too.

"Yes he is, he's just losing to you." He says, and Y/n looks at Chris and smiles shyly.

Y/n looks at the ground, and shyly moves closer to Chris, practically coming face to face with him.

"Do you want to try that kiss now?" Chris asks and kisses Y/n on the forehead.

"I want." That was all Chris needed to hear, he cupped Y/n's cheeks lovingly, and slowly kissed her lips.

This time when Chris deepened the kiss, Y/n grabbed Chris around the waist bringing him closer.

This was their moment, and Chris would like to stay there forever.

When the two slowly separate, they had passionate smiles on their faces, and a twinkle in their eyes.

"I don't know about you, but that was the best kiss of my life." Chris says with a smirk, and Y/n rolls his eyes playfully.

"I don't know, I think I've had better kisses." Y/n says fixing her hair, and Chris lets go of her, looking at the girl in shock.

"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear this so I don't leave here crying, okay?" Chris says pretending to wipe a tear off.

"Maybe I can make it up to you with some coffee in there." Y/n smiles at Chris.

"Coffee at this time of night? That's crazy...I accept." Chris nods, and Y/n takes his hand pulling him into their house.

That was the best kiss Y/n had ever had too, but Chris didn't need to know that, well not yet.

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— 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐄𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 —

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very much domestic!ari & domestic!reader, doing home chores together, cleaning, organizing, daily grocery shopping, ordering some new clothes, etc, planning meals, planning child friendly abroad holidays, both looking after your new born, looking after dodger, taking dodger on a walk with ari wearing the buckle baby carrier on his bare chest (skin to skin touch) going on a picnic afterwards, playing with your new born & obvs dodger, watching new movies/series together, SELFCARE TOGETHER<3, starting the fire place, both of you doing your baby’s night routine preparing him or her to sleep, cuddling in each other arms, with blankets wrapped around your both talking very lovingly to each other in the moonlight :D

sorry if this is too much🤍

𝐡𝐢! 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧! 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭! 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐧𝐨𝐭, 𝐈 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤!

summary - just the inside of ari's life with his wife.

gif I use isn’t mine and divider is by @newlips

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑳𝑰𝑭𝑬 𝑶𝑭 𝑫𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑪 𝑨𝑹𝑰 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑮𝑰𝑹𝑳.

-𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆-

The sound of music fills the room as the couple move around each other, scrubbing the dishes, mopping and sweeping the floors, and dusting. Ari watches as Y/n is trying to vacuum in areas that are too tight or are blocked by something. Walking over, he lifts the couch, receiving a smile from her as she can reach the dirt underneath. 

They go around cleaning the whole house until it is completely spotless.

-𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆-

Their food shopping is the best. Ari is always piling food and drinks into the trolley. Making sure your favourites are in there and everything you need for the baby is fully stocked. Half of the time, you tend to lose him, heading down the aisles looking for your tall beefy husband only to find him bounding towards you with a massive grin on his face and his arms stocked full. Ari will always insist on paying, not taking no for an answer. 

You both end up at home with too much food that lasts a long time.

-𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒-

Well… Let’s just say you and Ari had to get a new house with an extremely huge closet. When Ari finds something he thinks would look gorgeous in or wants to see her in, he buys many pieces of clothing in every colour. His favourite is seeing her in sundresses or pretty flowing skirts, always ensuring there are over a hundred of the same item. And when you order new clothes, it’s mostly clothing for your cute baby and the one on the way. Sometimes buying Ari some new clothes as he seems to only buy you things and spending your days bare as you both have kids now wouldn’t be a good idea, and you can never buy yourself clothes, seeing as Ari already bought it for you.

-𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐒-

You like to be organised, and you have a little list of what meals to have for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Ari finds it adorable, but he’s also grateful when he has to rush off to work, and the food is already prepared and ready to eat. And he notices how less stressed you are when it comes to dinnertime.

-𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃-𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐃 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒-

You and Ari, make sure to sit down and sort out where you can go. It was a struggle at first from years of not having kids and not planning everything, but you’ve learnt to make a list. Making it easier when it comes to these types of things, Ari still insists on paying for everything, saying that he wants to spoil his family and won’t take no for an answer.

-𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐄𝐖𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍-

It’s fun but stressful the first time doing it. You both ended up a mess. Tears and laughter were shared. You swore to Ari that you wouldn’t have more kids. But watching Ari hold the child you both created, the love he bears, and how he gently but protectively holds the baby. You’d give him a hundred if it meant you’d get to see this picture again and again.

The crying, dirty diapers and the loss of sleep wasn’t exactly fun, but they both wanted a family, and that’s what they got.

-𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐎𝐃𝐆𝐄𝐑-

You both love him. You and Ari went looking for a dog before you even got pregnant, and you chose to rescue one, and when you both walked in. Dodger instantly connected with Ari and fits well with your little family. While you were pregnant, he was protective, and once you had the child, Dodger was your baby's best friend.

Looking after Dodger isn’t that hard. You guys mostly just play with him, feed him, run around with him and cuddle while watching movies as a family.

-𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐎𝐃𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐑𝐈 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓-

It’s a warm day, and Ari decides to take Dodger for a walk while wearing a buckle baby carrier against his bare chest as he hears skin-to-skin is good for his newborn. Many women tend to stare, and some try to start a conversation by either trying to pat his dog or touch his baby while smiling. Usually, before they can, he snaps and tells them to fuck off as he doesn’t like strangers touching or being near his family.

-𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐍𝐈𝐂 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒- 

After the long walk with Dodger and getting enough time with his child, he makes his way to the agreed spot for the weekly picnic. He loves to have them as they make you extremely happy, and it’s one of those times he can appreciate you in one of the sundresses he spoils you with. You all have a feast while enjoying nature, photos are taken with a polaroid camera, and many memories are made there.

-𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐍𝐄𝐖𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐎𝐃𝐆𝐄𝐑-

On days off, you all go to the playroom, outside or the lounge room and sometimes your baby is in the mood to play, and they love it when you all get down and pretend with them, especially when Dodger comes and licks their face, coming around and playing all the games you are.

-𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐒/𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑-

You and Ari set a movie night, mainly so you don’t watch something without the other. You grab the snacks and set up a table, grabbing all the blankets and pillows. Snuggling up on the couch, wearing your pyjamas and ensuring you and everyone are comfortable. Sometimes Ari builds a fort, and it makes your kids happy, they invite you guys in but not without your fake money, and you all watch the newest Disney.

-𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑-

Well, Ari was the one who got you into self-care. You only used to do a small amount, sometimes too lazy to do anything, but Ari decided he wanted to do what he saw others doing, saying it looked cute and made you both closer. He enjoys applying everything on you, you repay him by doing the same with him, and he’s even bought baby/child safe self-care products, even something for Dodger, so he doesn’t feel left out. 

You both do all the other self-care things he’s seen, and it’s become one of your favourite things to do together.

-𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄-

This is Ari’s task, and he enjoys doing it. The warmth entering his body when he does and watching his family also feel that warmth. He likes to go out and cut for the wood, come back and light it, and it’s become a sort of enjoyment.

-𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐒 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄, 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐃-

You and Ari take turns reading your kids a bedtime story and making funny impressions and voices for the characters. You both make sure their nightlight is plugged in and on. You’ll check under the bed and in the closet for the pretend monsters they see, but always tell them that while mummy and daddy are around, no monster could get them. You’ll help them take a bath, wash their hair with the best-smelling shampoo and conditioner, helping them brush their teeth and warm some milk for them as it helps them sleep. 

You and Ari came up with an idea of placing nightlight footprints on the floor if they need to use the potty and want to feel like a big kid for once. 

-𝐂𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐖𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓-

This one is big, and sometimes when the kids have gone to bed, and you and Ari haven’t had your weekly date night, you make this your date night. You pack a small basket full of savoury and sweet foods and some wine that you save for these exact nights. 

When the moon is full, you and Ari head outside, your backyard big enough to feel like you aren’t home. Ari finds the perfect spot before setting down blankets and pillows, a small light in the middle of you, chatting away, sharing laughs and eating while looking up at the stars. When the food is gone and your stomachs are full, you both wrap yourselves in each other's arms and whisper sweet nothings. You would look into each other’s eyes and just tell each other how much you love them.

Being so thankful and happy that they chose you and gave you such a wonderful life and the most adorable kids anyone could ask for, and the best dog in the world. 

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Baby Name List

pairing: Cowboy!Chris x Girlfriend!Reader

summary: Chris finds out about Y/n’s baby name list, and wants to put some of them to good use ASAP (girlboss!reader) (emotional Chris)

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“Don’t you jus’ look fuckin’ adorable pumpkin” Chris swooned bringing his two hands to his mouth and letting out a loud whistle, tossing his hard hat, with it skilfully landing on its holder. His hands came to settle on his belt buckle, his boots clanking against the wooden floor as he approached his girlfriend, who was in nothing but one of his red plaid shirts. “Well aren’t you home early honey” She smirked, her lips red with her usual lipstick.

“Cant stay away from my sweet pie from too long, ya know me” He chuckled settling onto the leather couch beside her, his arm settling around her shoulder and landing right atop her breast, with it barely covered by the clean fabric. “How was the ranch today bubby, wasn’t too hard on ya was it?” She giggled looking up at him, kissing up his neck as she felt his hand bounce her tit in his hand and squeezing it lightly.

Chris just shook his head, nuzzling his nose against her cheek, his overgrown beard just rubbing against her skin roughly just how she liked it. “Jus got a new shipment in from North Dakota-“

“DAKOTA- right hold on big man, gotta put that name on the list” She squealed wiggling in her seat, tucking herself closer into her man’s chest, “What list baby? a vacation list? Cause let me tell you what’s in North Dakota-“

“Not a vacation list bubby, look, it’s a baby name list” She smiled clearly proud of herself, tilting the screen to show him the array of names listed on her phone, each section divided into each gender and what ones were her top 10. To her this was normal behaviour, she always wanted to be a mother and she knew damn well that her own Cowboy Chris would be the one to fulfil that.

“A-a baby name list sugar?” He asked shocked, his breath catching in his throat as his arms tugged themselves tighter around the woman in his arms, a sense of warmth and relief erupting in his heart. “Mhm, and nope it’s not up for debate cowboy, cause I know damn well you’d name her daisy or something- Wait Daisy isn’t a bad name actually” She rambled vigorously typing on her phone once again,

“You’re doin this, for our babies? Like together?” He said softly stopping her hands, causing her eyes to furrow and look up at him, “Well course, i’m hardly planning to get impregnated by another man, don’t ya want kids with me?” She snarked turning to look at him, only to laugh when she found him dazed and dreamily looking at her.

Chris’ body shuddered and grew angry at the thought of some other bastard claiming his woman, but that feeling quickly faded away by his new revelation. She wanted babies with him. “Careful honey ya might start droolin” She smacked his face lightly, before leaning in and pressing her red lips against his pink ones, pulling away to see his cheeks flushed and his hands bringing her in for another hot smooch.

“Fuck yeah I want kids with you angel, want kids with you so bad, want the white house and the picket fence n’ all that horseshit. Jus’ didn’t realise ya wanted it with me too” He breathed out, his hand mindlessly still rubbing all over her naked torso, finding itself rubbing over her stomach which he now realised would house their future. “You can be so stupid some times” Y/n laughed kissing up his neck, her hands directing his back to her breast; she always loved him just touching her body at any point, it didn’t matter what he was doing.

In fact it was quite normal to see the usual stoic Cowboy giving his long-term girlfriend foot-rubs, kisses everywhere and hugs every single second, not exaggerating. “But we can’t name her Daisy, we named the new calf that a few days ago, can’t have my babygirl twinnin with a calf” Chris grinned picking up her phone, looking at the names himself, laughing to himself every time he’d see a Disney reference.

“Well if ya would hurry up we’d have probably used about 20 of the names already bub” She pouted snatching her phone back, “That a promise?” He raised his brow looking at her, a smirk on his face as he looked down to see her exposed pussy starting to glisten with her wetness; “I say we start with the names, Myla and Mason” He whispered looking at her eyes which we now wide accompanied by a giddy smile on her smudged red lips. “Give me twins then, cowboy” She taunted tugging on his chin to bring his lips to hers, her hand guiding his to her clenching hole, starting their own rodeo of madness.

“Pumpkin ya really want this with me don’t ya? Already dreamin of bringin the tiny things to the ranch n’ teachin’ them howta ride a horse” He chuckled into her neck, his fingers continuing their assault on her bud as she uncontrollably bucked her hips up to meet his fingers. “W-want it so bad Bub, need it” She sighed out feeling his fingers enter her snug hole, the zipper on his washed out jeans being pulled down as she noticed how much they had strained against the bulge of his shaft.

“Do- Do you want this with me Chris? Tell me now, before we bring a life into this” She said meeting his eyes, her lip between her teeth trying to hold back a moan; as much as she wanted a baby so desperately, she needed to know her baby would receive love from both its momma and daddy.

“I don’t know what else I could want more pumpkin” He smiled kissing the corner of her lips, his body stiffening once she released his cock from his underwear, its red bulb shining against the light. Her thumb ran over his slit before her hands wrapped themselves around his cock, fisting it slowly and passionately; their lips still locked lovingly. “I’m not knockin’ you up on the couch baby, no way in hell, we doin’ this the proper way” Hesitatingly he pulled his lips away from hers, his lips tingling and already aching to be back on hers; in seconds he had picked her up by her thighs, giggles leaving her as she held on by his biceps.

He held her close on the bed, letting her straddle his lap whilst she cuddled into him, their bodies connected as one; his lips attached to her neck leaving behind bites of passion and ecstasy. “G’damn I love you so much baby, I-i’m not gonna last much longer honey” He breathed out against her neck, his hands splayed on her back to keep her against him at all times, their bodies providing each other heat.

“M-me too bubby, m’so close, can feel it right here to here” She whimpered pointing from her heart right to her wet centre, her lips crashing onto his swollen ones, their tongues meeting causing both their chins to become wet with each other’s saliva; a usual occurrence in this household. “I-I’m close, cum with me bubby , please” She gasped out holding onto his shoulders as she bounced faster on his cock, his hips thrusting up to meet hers.

“Don’t worry pumpkin, m’right here, on three alright? 1, 2 ,3-“

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“If you’re not pregnant by now, then that is a miracle in itself” Chris sighed moving some of her hair to behind her shoulder, her smile sweet and lazy as she just looked up at him as if he was some sort of treat. “I love you bubba, too much even” She whispered tracing a finger down his nose before booping the tip of it, giggling when he bit onto it playfully and wouldn’t let it go.

“You have my whole heart, but I still don’t think it’s enough” He whispered back nuzzling their noses together, his arms still enclosing their bodies together, her pussy clenching around his softened shaft every so often.

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Eyes Wide Open

pairing: Ari Levinson x Reader / Ex!Chris x Reader

Summary: After Chris cheated on Y/n, she falls into the arms of the local grumpy beefy mechanic, her new man Ari Levinson (Part 2 to blinded by lust)

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It’d been 4 months since Y/n had seen Chris, having asked her friends to collect her things from his house, he was already out of sight out of mind. In fact sweet sweet Y/n had caught the eyes of another man, the town’s leading mechanic, Ari Levinson.

It was not known around the town what happened to Chris and Y/n, but they all definitely knew it was over when they saw Y/n spending all of her free time with her grump of a boyfriend, who only seemed to show any grain of happiness around her. She had him wrapped round her pretty finger.

“Sugar how are ya so perfect?” Ari said looking at his girl who was sitting on a hood of a car he was fixing, his harms on either side caging her in. His eyes trained on her reddish lips as she wiped the sweat and grease off his forehead. “Hmm I dunno, why are you so goddamn handsome?”

Thankfully with her left leg now fully recovered Y/n was able to go any and everywhere with Ari. You best believe before that he carried her everywhere, needing his little support bunny with him. “Why ain’t you sharing bun? C’mon and give me a taste”

Dressed in a white tank top and work trousers, the bigger beefier man opened his mouth, watching as Y/n shyly took her lollipop out of her mouth and put it in his. When Y/n first told Ari why she was single in the first place, that man saw red and not the pretty kind. How could someone absolutely break his woman? She was so delicate and fragile at the time that it broke his heart too.

“Does it taste good?” Y/n asked, her eyes twinkling at the strong sunlight from the open top roof, not complaining when she saw how her boyfriend was now getting a very luscious tan. “Yeah baby, tastes like you” He winked bending back down with his wrench to continue what he was doing.

“Excuse me, any service here?” A strong Bostonian voice said, one that Y/n could remember for the rest of her life. Not for the good reasons either “fuck I missed this” “Your pussy feels so good” Things she heard him say to another woman

“What’s up pal?” Ari said not even looking at who it was and wiping his hand onto his cargo trousers, his eyes sharpening when he finally realised who he was talking to. Chris stood there all smug, the breakup didn’t break his heart but it definitely broke his character. Around town everyone knew that he now tended to carry an attitude with him, feeling full of himself once he realised he was being shipped back off to Hollywood anyway.

“what do you want?” Ari spat out more harshly, Chris lifted up his hands in defeat,

“Jus wanted to speak to Y/n here, one last offer baby”

“What do you need with My woman” Ari said standing in front of Chris’ view of Y/n, who was still sitting on the hood of the car shocked to the roots.

“I’m off to film another series, and i’ll be gone this time, for a year or two. N’ I just need to know if this is us over, for real? If not I have an extra ticket here waiting for you, I can supply you with everything you want, unlike some people-“

“What’s that supposed to fucking mean big shot, just because-“ Ari lunged forward, only for a pair of arms to wrap around his chest to pull him back into her body.

“It’s over Chris, you can shove that ticket up your ass and leave, make sure you don’t accidentally give it to some other girl on the way out though” Y/n said passive aggressively, looking the other man up and down, a sense of disgust taking over her.

“Whatever you were an easy fuck to keep around for a while anyway, goodluck with that one Levinson, she wouldn’t even wanna settle down with me and we were together for ages. She doesn’t know what a man needs and wants in life, who knows maybe she can’t even have child-“

And that was it, Ari had lunged successfully this time, throwing one hell of a punch onto Chris’ face knocking him down onto the ground instantly. “You don’t talk about my woman, or any woman like that. Didn’t ya mother teach you any respect? Guess not. Now fuck off to wherever the fuck you’re going to”

Ari said turning around and heading back over to Y/n who was just staring at Chris who had now walked out of the mechanic shop, holding his hand to his definitely broken nose.

“You okay sugar? When you said he was a dick I didn’t realise how much a one”

“Are you okay? Your heart is pounding Ari, calm down you know i’m only yours, I’m not going anywhere. His words mean nothing”

“I know that sweet pea, but Jesus when he started talking about you like that I near killed him” Ari breathed out leaning his head onto her shoulder, her fingers running through the back of his hair to calm him down. His lips pressing multiple small kisses to her neck, causing her to laugh out of tickles,

“Ari stop it you big bear, you’re gonna make my stomach hurt”

“hmm n’ we can’t have that can we?”

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2 Years since Chris had set foot back in town, and don’t get me wrong he was as successful as ever, but that didn’t change people’s opinions of him already. Walking into the local park to walk Dodger, Chris swears he near chokes on his coffee when he sees Y/n.

Not alone.

He’s surprised to see her with Ari’s arm around her waist, with him whispering into her ear, making her giggle and place a kiss onto his lips. A baby sitting against her hip, a baby boy, he thought wrong about her settling down.

Ari’s hand slips down to support Y/n’s clearly enlarged stomach, before bending down to kiss his son’s head, when his eyes suddenly meet Chris’. Both men nodded at each other without another word, Chris went on with his walk with a pang in his heart.

He was the one that wanted all that with Y/n and now she was the one that had it, and he still had no one. Heading back to the coffee shop, his friend Luke behind the counter looks at him confused, “Dude what the hell happened, you was in here ten minutes ago”

“I-I saw Y/n”

“Glowin ain’t she? Archie is the absolute cutest lil thing, did ya see she’s pregnant again? Swear Ari always says he can’t keep his hands off his wife-“

“Wife? They got married? When?” Chris asked furrowing his brows

“Man it was like a year and a half ago? Tell ya what match made in heaven-“ Before he could even finish his words Chris stormed out of the coffee shop,

“Dude you know he’s still into Y/n” Another worker said handing Luke dried glasses,

“I know but he fucked up, doesn’t mean I can’t talk about how happy I am for her” Luke said watching his friend storm down the street, back to his lonely home where no one was longer waiting for him.

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Helping out that biker!Ari anon...

What happens when you scratch his bike accidentally?

Pairing: Biker!Ari x Reader

Warnings: Smut. Minors DNI

a/n: Written on my phone.

An eerie silence falls over the crowd gathered outside of the bar. The rowdy conversations quickly snuffed out one by one until only low, uneasy murmurs remains.

Your wide eyes are glued to the fallen bike, palm splayed across your slack mouth. Your stomach abruptly swoops down to your feet leaving you lightheaded and the urge to sink to the ground washes over you.

"Ari man, it was an accident," Rick, one of the new mechanics frantically explains, he takes a shaky step towards you as if he's going to place himself between you and the bike at your feet.

He looks over your shoulder and winces. Your stomach drops even more and tears prick the corner of your eyes. There's a long, jagged scratch on the side of Ari's bike. And it's your fault. You bumped into it, not paying attention because you were rushing to meet everyone for drinks.

A shadow falls over you. Ari. Without even looking, you know it's him, his cologne drifts over you and the heat from his body warms your back.

"I'm so sorry." Lowering your head, you stare at the scratch, already calculating the overtime you're going to have to work to pay for this.

He reaches around you and he takes your chin between his fingers and tilts your head back until you're gazing into his deep blue eyes. Your breath hitches in your chest. His expression is unreadable as he studies your face.

"I can fix this, you know it's not a big deal." Rick rambles, cautiously darting around the two of you.

Ari doesn't respond. And you--you don't even know what's happening, let alone if you should even speak right now. Pulling your hand away from your mouth, he brings your face back, even more, to get a closer look at you, stroking your cheek with his knuckle.

Steve strolls out of the bar, taking in the scene with a knowing smirk. "You know what happens if someone touches our bikes don't ya Sunshine?"

"I'm sorry-" You squeak at his stern question, too wrapped up in whatever is happening between you and Ari to detect the teasing glint in Steve's tone.

Ari on the other hand knows exactly what Steve's doing and he gives his brother a withering look. He grins in return. "You know what you have to do."

"I do." Ari takes a step back, letting you go. He crouches in front of his bike and pushes it upright. He traces over the scratch and glances over his shoulder at you.

Another apology falls from your lips and he glowers. Standing up, he stomps over to you and before you can move, he tosses you over his shoulder, pushing past the crowd, he heads into the bar.

He strolls past the patrons without a second glance and goes inside one of the back offices.

"Ari I can pay for it. I can work extra and I-" You gasp, heat sweeps up your cheek followed by a searing sting. It takes a second to register what just happened until he does it again. His large hand slaps your ass. Harder. And it feels good.

"Apologize again. I dare you Sunshine," he challenges, his deep voice almost a growl, he smacks you one more time before placing you on an empty desk.

You gaze up at him, confused. You were expecting him to be mad but there's an undercurrent of amusement in his eyes. Ari is never amused and it's disconcerting and exhilarating.

"But I-"

Ari takes your chin again and oh something about the way he keeps doing that, his grip firm yet gentle, makes your thighs clench.

Ari knows he should care about his bike but all he could focus on was the way your shoulders were slumped and how devastated you looked outside. He plans on making sure you never have a reason to have that expression on your pretty face again.

Starting now.

"You know what happens when you mess up my bike?" Ari raises his brow, brushing the pad of his thumb across your bottom lip.

You shake your head, you realize how close he and your clit pulses.. Ari plants his hands by your thighs and he lowers his lips to your ear. You feel so small, protected when he's caging you like this.

That ache in your chest when you saw his bike hit the ground dissipates into a haze of lust. A shiver slithers down your spine when you feel his plush lips move over your sensitive skin.

"I have to punish you," he intones, his hands moving to your soft thighs and he spreads them. "Don't I, Sunshine?"

You've never wanted to be punished for anything in your life until this very moment. You'll gladly take whatever he wants to give you.

His large hands slide up your thighs as he settles between them. Ari moves your dress up to your waist and finds your aching clit, rolling it between his fingers "Might take all night for you to learn your lesson."

Leaning back on your elbows, you let out a soft moan. "Ari, I'm going to be honest with you, if this is your version of a punishment, I'm going to knock over your bike every chance I get. Fuck right there," you sob when he slips a long ringed adorned finger inside your drenched cunt.

"Please don’t." Ari hides his grin, watching your eyes roll back as he finds a rhythm you like. "I don't think my insurance will cover that Sunshine."

You don't care, especially not after he finds a spot inside your pussy that sends a jolt of pure electricity through your veins."Oh fuck, you keep doing that and I might even break in your house and- ohgodyes."

Ari chuckles under his breath. "No need beautiful, I'll make you a key," he whispers to himself.

Smokin’ Hot Husband

pairing: Dad!Husband!Ransom Drysdale x Pregnant!Wife!Reader

summary: Y/n catches her eldest son smoking, and with her being very emotional, it’s up to Ransom to save the day (Protective Ransom‼️) (requested by anon)

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“How ya feelin today treasure?” Ransom cooed hugging onto his wife from behind, watching as she skilfully gathered all her ingredients for her famous stir fry, one that she was desperately craving. His large hands travelled down to her 6 month bump, his hands smoothing over it gently as she leant back into his chest.

“I’m feeling fine babe, jus a bit hungry but that’s all baby boo’s fault” Y/n laughed, using their newfound nickname for their next baby, their third one and hopefully a girl. Their eldest was Mark who was 15, then there was Reign who was 8, brothers who definitely got their father’s wit and sly personality whilst also having the loving nature of their mother. The perfect combo to Y/n and Ransom Drysdale

“Where are the other two little shits?” Ransom joked kissing her neck softly, swaying both of their bodies side to side as she finished up her cooking, a proud wide smile on her face. “Ransom! If you must know Reign is upstairs writing for his new fantasy book, and Mark I think is out the backyard? Here i’ll get Mark while you get Reign okay?” Y/n beamed turning around and kissing Ransom fully on the lips, a loud smack echoing through the kitchen, her pregnancy glow making her absolutely radiant in Ransom’s eyes. God how lucky was he?

“Yes ma’am” He smirked watching her walk away, not without his hand slapping harshly onto her ass, even after all these years he still found her irresistible. After getting married quite young, even when he was cut from his grandfather’s inheritance, he built a name for himself with Y/n by his side. His rock.

Ransom walked back down the stairs with assurance that Reign would be down in ten minutes, his brows furrowing when he suddenly saw his wife rush in through the backdoor, her face flushed with tears streaming down them uncontrollably. “Baby? Treasure what’s wrong? Tell me now” Ransom rushed out skipping the last few steps, storming to his wife’s side, she was absolutely inconsolable. Partly due to the hormones but clearly something bad had happened,

“I-it’s Mark, Ran” She hiccuped the palm of her hand on her forehead, the other holding onto her waist to ease the back pain. “What’s happened with Mark? Breathe with me baby, follow me” Within seconds Y/n had started to follow the pattern of her husband’s breaths, letting her calm down just that tiny bit more.

“Ran, he’s smoking! Actual cigarettes too, doesn’t he know how dangerous they are? Did I do something wrong? That’s my baby boy” Y/n cried out, her chin wobbling as sobs threatened every time she spoke. Remembering how just seconds prior, she walked out to see her first born puffing away on a cigarette, one thing she had always asked them not to do.

“shh treasure, you go upstairs and i’ll call you down for dinner, i’ll talk to Mark” Ransom said through gritted teeth, if there was one thing he hated, it was seeing his woman cry. The fact that it was his own son? Oh that just made it so much worse.

After making sure she got upstairs alright, Ransom stormed out to the back porch, seeing his 15 year old sat on the swinging chair looking guilty and glum; clearly anticipating his father’s arrival. Now Ransom wasn’t a scary parent, but he was protective and strict, step out of line and he’d be sure to put you back.

“C’mere Markie, now please” Ransom grumbled rubbing his creased forehead with his fingers, watching his son slowly shuffle towards him with his head down. “Where the fahk did you get these son? You know what these can do to you right? I can’t believe you’d do this, you’re barely 16!” He said raising his voice by a little, but not shouting, that’s not how he did things.

“T-they’re my friends Dad, I just thought it’d look cool-“

“Cool if what? You end up sick cause of your lungs and your poor mother and I have to come save you? I thought we told you the consequences of smoking, you know what it done to your mother’s family. I’m so disappointed, you’ve upset your ma and you know she gets emotional now that she’s nearly in her last term”

“I know, i’m sorry, didn’t mean to upset Ma. I just wanted to fit in a bit more”

“Not good enough son, not good enough at all. What are you sorry for?” Ransom asked bending down to his height, his lips held tightly into a line. “I’m sorry for disrespecting both you and Ma, and for putting myself in danger”

“and?”

“I promise not to do it again” Mark said holding his hands behind his back, his father’s old cream sweater hugging his body like a blanket. “Like hell you won’t, now go on and apologise to your mother” Ransom grunted pulling the red faced boy into his arms, kissing him gently on the head before pushing him inside. Not without throwing the cigarettes into their outside campfire.

Slowly following behind Mark, Ransom smiled as he saw Y/n pull their first born into her arms, kissing his face repeatedly as she continuously told him off softly “Don’t scare me like that again, ya hear me?” “Please don’t ruin your body like that baby, took me 9 whole months to make it”

“I’m sorry ma, I really am, please forgive me” Mark said now tearing up, fiddling with the bottom of his mom’s sweater, feeling her fingers wipe away his tears. “You’re my baby, I could never be that angry at you, you just scared me honey” Y/n whispered kissing him on the forehead one last time, then whispering that he and his brother could both go down for dinner first.

Ruffling his brown hair as he walked past, Ransom walked into their shared bedroom, his wife’s arms instantly reaching up for him cutely. “You handled that so well hubs, definitely better than I did” She laughed with tears in her eyes, standing up to fully hug him, his chin resting atop her head as his arms engulfed her tightly. Her strong coconut scent filling his nostrils as she lifted her head to look up at him, placing a kiss onto his chin affectionately.

“Well, we raised them well, s’jus our job to make sure they learn from their mistakes. I’m just glad they got your emotional vulnerability, and I hope our little butterfly does too” Ransom spoke softly, his fingers brushing against her growing stomach, feeling the tiny butterfly-like flutters hitting against his hand. His hopefully, baby girl, kicking against his hand.

“Oh she’ll be just like her daddy, I can feel it” Y/n smirked kissing his lips gently, her lips basically ghosting over his to tease him, giggling when she felt his hand push her into the kiss. Their kiss only being interrupted when they heard their two boys call for them downstairs, their little Drysdale troublemakers.

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the boston brute series: pt. 12 - welcome to sudbury (dual pov)

The Boston Brute Series: Part 12 - Welcome To Sudbury (Dual POV)

Pairing: NHL!Chris Evans x Athletic Trainer!Reader (female character)

Summary: When you graduated from Northeastern University, you had your sights set on the West Coast. And then you were offered a position with the Boston Bruins Athletic Training Department. And then you met Chris. A 6′3″, ruggedly handsome hockey player dead set on making your life a living hell by pushing every button and getting on every nerve. Despite your obvious disdain for each other and the ‘No Fraternization’ clause in your employee contract, you’re drawn together in a passionate, fiery love affair that seems to burn everything in its wake.

Warnings: Crude language. Chris’s asshole father mentioned, parental abuse mentioned. There’s a police officer in this fic, too lol. Idk if that’s a trigger, but just to be safe. Lots of fluff and soft Chris. Please do not read this series if you are not a fan of asshole Chris or fics with a lot of angst. As always, let me know if I missed anything!

W/C: 9.3k

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All players and scenarios are made up completely. This story does not reflect things that actually happen in the NHL or with its players. Additionally, I talk about Chris’s family in this fic. Again, work of fiction and is no reflection of his parents or grandparents in real life.

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Chris POV

Chris’s grip on the steering wheel tightened every time he drove past a mile marker, signaling you guys were one mile closer to Sudbury. His knuckles were way past the point of turning white and his fingers started to ache from the hold he had. 

He’d kept the itinerary to himself for almost the entire drive, finally passing it over when you’d asked what the plans were and for some reason, he was more worried about your reaction to a meticulously planned out Christmas than facing his family. 

His stomach turned when your eyes widened. 

“There’s an itinerary?” You asked, looking over at him with raised eyebrows. If he wasn’t so fucking nervous about how this weekend was going to go, he might’ve given himself a second to appreciate just how much he loved the way your feelings were so easily displayed through your expressions. 

Christmas had always been a big deal to Lisa and he’d mentioned it in passing a few times, but Chris failed to inform you just how seriously she took it. Itinerary and all. 

Your eyes narrowed at Chris. “Did you wait until we got on the road to tell me so I wouldn’t back out?” 

His eyes flickered from you to the road nervously, trying to gauge your reaction. Busted. He should’ve known better. “No…” He lied, his voice unconvincing, even to himself. 

“Christopher!” You scoffed, shaking your head. “I can’t believe you.” 

He could tell by your tone that you were teasing and not actually upset with him, but he still felt bad. You told him you didn’t celebrate Christmas and that this would be the first time you’d spent any sort of holiday around a family and here he was basically throwing you to the wolves. 

Chris reached over and squeezed your thigh gently. “It’ll be fun, I promise.” He peeked over at you, smiling at the fake grin you had on your face. You were trying so hard not to show him just how worried you were because you also knew how worried he was about being around his family. 

Which was stupid. 

It’s his family. 

He can spend a few days with his family. No big deal. 

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the boston brute series: pt. 13 - bye, princess (dual pov)

The Boston Brute Series: Part 13 - Bye, Princess (Dual POV)

Pairing: NHL!Chris Evans x Athletic Trainer!Reader (female character)

Summary: When you graduated from Northeastern University, you had your sights set on the West Coast. And then you were offered a position with the Boston Bruins Athletic Training Department. And then you met Chris. A 6′3″, ruggedly handsome hockey player dead set on making your life a living hell by pushing every button and getting on every nerve. Despite your obvious disdain for each other and the ‘No Fraternization’ clause in your employee contract, you’re drawn together in a passionate, fiery love affair that seems to burn everything in its wake.

Warnings: Crude language. Lots and lots of angst. Crying. Brief smut, but nothing like graphic. Parental death mentioned. Please do not read this series if you are not a fan of asshole Chris or fics with a lot of angst. As always, let me know if I missed anything!

W/C: 9.3k

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All players and scenarios are made up completely. This story does not reflect things that actually happen in the NHL or with its players. Additionally, I talk about Chris’s family in this fic. Again, work of fiction and is no reflection of his parents or grandparents in real life.

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*immediately following part 12*

Reader POV

“Y/N,” Chris called out to you gently, his voice slightly muffled by the hand pressed against his mouth, eyes filled with concern. The nausea you felt rolling through your stomach was clearly visible on your face. “Come sit.” 

You nodded, swallowing again. Water. You needed water. 

With shaky legs, you walked over and took a seat in the chair next to Chris. 

Fuck. They know. 

Terry sighed, shaking his head. “Who wants to go first?” He smacked a tabloid magazine down on the desk in front of you. 

You eyed the magazine, then glanced at Chris, his expression unreadable. “Sorry?” You asked, turning your attention back to a very red-faced and frustrated man. 

Terry pinched the bridge of his nose, sitting back in the chair. “I don’t have the patience for playing stupid.” 

“I can’t play stupid if I don’t know what this is in reference to.” You responded, clearing your throat when your voice had a little more edge than you’d intended. Now probably wasn’t the time to lash out. 

Chris jerked his chin towards the desk. “Look at the cover, Princess.” 

Your pulse raced as you tentatively leaned forward. 

What the fuck?

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Heat (Chris Evans)

Chris Evans x Fem!Reader

Warning: This is PWP, pure smut bc I was bored :)

Words: 561

All mistakes are mine 

It was hot, you sure, you were in a desert, trying to move away from the heat you turned around but the heat followed you.

''Don't move away from me”

You recognize the voice, obviously, but you were too asleep to understand what's happening, you only wanted to get away from the heat.

''Baby, stop moving''

You groaned this time, frustrated from the heat and the voice that doesn't shut up. ''Chris you are hot and suffocating me, move away''. You tried to move away from him this time achieving . Sighing happy you tried to fall asleep again. But obviously Chris had other ideas.

Putting his body into yours ,you moaned at the feel of his boner, rutting his cock on your ass, he began to leave kisses all over your neck, when you didn't pull away from him, he let his hands slide south on your body, feeling every curve that thanks to the heat it was easy because you were only wearing your panties.

Completely awake -and horny- you turned around facing him, he smiled and kissed you grabbing your ass and rotating his hips against yours making you moan and move your hips too, building the heat. 

His hand was now in your panties tracing the line of your pussy, you began to get wet at the contact, he noticed and groaned now moving his hand more.Feeling how wet you were already ,Chris began to get rid of your panties, destroying it

''Chris, they were new!''

He groaned. ''They were on the way'' Chris slipped his fingers in your pussy looking for your entrence to began to pentetrate you. ''You are so wet baby, my finger slip in without a problem fuck, my cock is gonna to do the same.''

He continued moving his hand,making you wetter. ''Please baby, I want you'' He smiled.''Chris please''.

''I got you baby, you are having me baby''

''You are a fucking tease'’

He smiled as he took away his hands making you moan at the loss. ''Please''

''Mmm I love when you beg for me'' Leaving you for a moment he lost his boxer, now naked in front of you, you bit your lip looking at him, damn he was fine as fuck.

Opening your arms to him, he lowered kissing you again as he positioned himself beside you putting your leg up penetrating you from behind. He moaned in your ear. ''You are so fucking tight and so fucking wet, I love it''

He began to move his hips, thrusting into you as he put his arm around your tights keeping you still as he moved more fast, you really wanted to know how the fuck he had all this energy in the morning, you will not complain tho.

Chris kept the pace, and in no time you were coming around him. ''Fucking Christ, like that baby''. He puts both hands on your tight -you sure that by now you had the marks of his hands-, he pressed his lips in the back of your neck as he kept moving inside you.

The second orgasms left you without air, Chris moaned and with one thrust more, he began to come. He pulled out and cuddled you.

''Fuck, this is going to be an amazing day''

Heat (Chris Evans)

Chris Evans x Fem!Reader

Warning: This is PWP, pure smut bc I was bored :)

Words: 561

All mistakes are mine 

It was hot, you sure, you were in a desert, trying to move away from the heat you turned around but the heat followed you.

“Don’t move away from me”

You recognize the voice, obviously, but you were too asleep to understand what’s happening, you only wanted to get away from the heat.

’‘Baby, stop moving”

You groaned this time, frustrated from the heat and the voice that doesn’t shut up. “Chris you are hot and suffocating me, move away”. You tried to move away from him this time achieving . Sighing happy you tried to fall asleep again. But obviously Chris had other ideas.

Putting his body into yours ,you moaned at the feel of his boner, rutting his cock on your ass, he began to leave kisses all over your neck, when you didn’t pull away from him, he let his hands slide south on your body, feeling every curve that thanks to the heat it was easy because you were only wearing your panties.

Completely awake -and horny- you turned around facing him, he smiled and kissed you grabbing your ass and rotating his hips against yours making you moan and move your hips too, building the heat. 

His hand was now in your panties tracing the line of your pussy, you began to get wet at the contact, he noticed and groaned now moving his hand more.Feeling how wet you were already ,Chris began to get rid of your panties, destroying it

“Chris, they were new!”

He groaned. “They were on the way” Chris slipped his fingers in your pussy looking for your entrence to began to pentetrate you. “You are so wet baby, my finger slip in without a problem fuck, my cock is gonna to do the same.”

He continued moving his hand,making you wetter. “Please baby, I want you” He smiled.“Chris please”.

“I got you baby, you are having me baby”

“You are a fucking tease'’

He smiled as he took away his hands making you moan at the loss. ’'Please”

“Mmm I love when you beg for me” Leaving you for a moment he lost his boxer, now naked in front of you, you bit your lip looking at him, damn he was fine as fuck.

Opening your arms to him, he lowered kissing you again as he positioned himself beside you putting your leg up penetrating you from behind. He moaned in your ear. “You are so fucking tight and so fucking wet, I love it”

He began to move his hips, thrusting into you as he put his arm around your tights keeping you still as he moved more fast, you really wanted to know how the fuck he had all this energy in the morning, you will not complain tho.

Chris kept the pace, and in no time you were coming around him. “Fucking Christ, like that baby”. He puts both hands on your tight -you sure that by now you had the marks of his hands-, he pressed his lips in the back of your neck as he kept moving inside you.

The second orgasms left you without air, Chris moaned and with one thrust more, he began to come. He pulled out and cuddled you.

“Fuck, this is going to be an amazing day”

World Cup (Chris Evans)

Chris Evans x Fem!Reader

Words:1443

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, oral sex

Since all my favourites are out, here some smut to comfort me.

All mistakes are mine as always xx

Chris watched you with a pout on his mouth, you have been ignoring him since the game began. You were a massive football fan so obviously you wouldn't miss the World Cup.

He knew your team play today, so he kept quiet and understanding because he knew that he got intense when The Patriots play in the SuperBowl.

Your heart was beating at a fast speed, you wanted to cry, you couldn't believe it. 15 minutes into the game and your team was winning. That was amazing.

You tried to no get to happy about it and deciding to relax you went to cuddle Chris, looking at him you saw the pout on his mouth. ''Are you okay baby?''

He nodded but you knew him, and he wasn't okay. Sitting yourself upright you looked at him.

''Tell me what's wrong.''

He shook his head and you sighed annoyed, a damn child.

''Chris I know you and I know something is wrong, so please tell me.'' You made your best puppy eyes to match with his, and you could see give in.

''I'm jealous.''

You didn't expect that response. ''Of what?''

He pouted looking at the TV. ''The Match, you ignored me all day.''

You rolled your eyes at his child behavior, it wasn't that deep Jesus. ''Chris are you serious?

Laughing at him you kissed his nose, ''It's almost over don't you worry''. It was a lie, and he knew it but accepted your kiss and tried to enjoy the game with you.

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Your team was out, you wanted to cry in frustration, you were angry at the players -Lord knew they did everything they could- at yourself and at Chris -who honestly was being a pain in the ass-.

''Baby, I'm sorry''. You looked at him, he was pouting and had his eyes in a puppy mood. You hated him, he was cute.

''You don't have to apologize, it's fine, it's a game, in four years we could try again.'' You forced a smile and pecked his lips as you went to get up but then Chris wrapped his arms around you and put you on top of him, kissing you harder.

And you knew what he wanted, he was needy, you have been ignoring him too much and now that he had your attention he would took advantatge of it.

You kissed him back, putting your hands on his shoulders you straddled his tights, you sat comfy on him as you two continued making up.

''I missed you today.'' He kissed you neck wanting to leave his marks all over it. ''You were so into the game that you forget about me, and baby I don't like it a bit.''

You looked at him rising an eyebrow at his words, he was being pretty neddy and it was kinda hot.

''You look so good in this t-shirt, to be honest. I wanted to rip it out of your body but I think you would kill me if I did, am I right?''

You nodded. ''Effectively''.

''So I waited, 2 and a half hours to have you. And now I'm going to enjoy, will you leave me? mmm'' He asked, his mouth was still on your neck. You nodded wanting all of him.

''I need words baby, you know how this works''.

''Yes.''

He didn't wait other second, his lips found yours once again as his hands moved to the curve of your ass, grabbing it and making you get closer to him, you in response moved your hips. Suddenly he grew bored with the dry humped and left your mouth with a mid smile.

''Get on your knees baby, show me what you got.''

You did, kneeling before him as he opened his legs giving you space in the middle of them.

''Fuck, you look so good like that. Don't make us wait baby, blow me up come on''.

He moved his own pants down, you knew that he was ready needy, you smiled as you licked the base of his dick.

He hissed in pleasure as his hands now moved to tangle his fingers in your hair, he didn't push nor made you go more fast, he just looked how you teased him.

'' I'm so in love with you and your mouth fuck yes, baby.'' He groaned as you sucked him deeper, your hands were now on his knees as you moved your head.

His moans become louder by time and you knew he was going to come at any minute so you went more fast on him, he shivered, cursing under his breath as he moved your mouth out of him.

''Gonna come inside your pussy not your mouth. Now stand up and strip for me baby, wanna see you, all of you.''

You nodded and stood up. First you lose your pants, then your football t-shirt leaving you naked in front him.

''You weren't wearing underwear I see. Such a dirty girl, come here, lie down.''

Chris helped you to lie down on the sofa, then he hovered over you and kissed you. His kisses leaving you without air. His left hand made his way south, caressing every inch of you.

Pressing his thumb on your nipple you moaned as he began to rub on it.

''Chris....''

''I know baby, got ya''

He moved his mouth to your nipple, teasing the little button with his tongue and sucking on it. ''I love this so much.''

You knew that if he kept going like this you would come, and honestly you wanted to come with him inside you.

''Chris, please stop. I wanna come with you inside me please, please.''

Chris rapidly moved apart nodding, the neediness in your voice affecting him. ''Open those legs for me baby.''

You did so, pussy in all its glory, ready for him. He groaned sinking his mouth on your pussy, lapping and suctioning the little point of pleasure, he didn't stop, not even when your body began to tremble, he didn't stop until your body was sweating and you were begging him to please stop because you were so sensitive.

With a last suck he left your pussy with a grin, proud of his work. ''You look fucked and I didn't even use my cock.''

''Stop teasing, please and fuck me.''

He knew you were ready and so was him, nodding. ''Turn around, on your belly baby''.

You get on its position buzzing on anticipation. You adored this pose, Chris reached every point you loved.

Not wanting to wait, he hovered over you, his cock poking your ass, leaving pre semen al over it. Shaking it, you began to rut your ass, he groaned at the sight of your ass moving against his cock.

''Mmm, I love that ass.'' Kissing your neck, he supported his weight with his left hand as his right slide between you two, to grab his cock and moving it at your entrance.

Wetting the head of his cock, he hissed and slowly he entered home, your juice coating him making him slide early.

''Fuck, you are so wet.'' He groaned, he moved his hips, trying to find the best rhythm. Putting both hands in the sofa he supported himself as he began to thrust into you with more force.

He hid his face in your neck groaning at the tightness of your pussy, he still couldn't understand how well you fit him. You couldn't pronounce a word, all your senses were gone. You were only concentrated in his thrust, in his dick inside you, touching every spot inside you.

''Chris please, harder.''

Chris nodded, grabbing the end of the sofa with more force, he moved his hips harder. He bit your neck and you screamed as your body tensed and little waves of pleasure run through you.

''That's it baby, squeeze me. You feel so good, I'm gonna come in this pretty pussy fuck.''

He lowered his thrust as his body trembled and his cock swelled and with a last thrust he came inside you. Spurt after spurt of cum filled you leaving you all warm inside. With a thud he fell on top of you, his arms giving up.

You were still in the clouds and breathless, but soon Chris' weight was crushing you. Trying to move him, you wiggle, he caught the message and removed himself from top of you.

He sat on the sofa as you turned around looking at him with a dreamy smile. Chris wrapped his arms in your waist, cuddling you. Two minutes later he had to ruin the moment, of course.

''Well seems like not only the players scored today.''

YOU BELONG TO ME || CHRIS EVANS X READER SMUT ONE SHOT

Summary: You had a huge argument with Chris once again. Finally, he apologizes and makes it up to you as much as he is able to. In the way he knows you like the most… Words: 2773

Warnings: BDSM, rough sex, choking, restraints, teasing, oral sex (female reciving), penetration

Author: Rouge

It was one of your favorite books but still you couldn’t focus on it.

You were trying to read words carefully. But it was harder than you thought. You couldn’t imagine anything else, see anything else or pay attention to anything else other than the fact that you were so mad at him. You were in a sundress and laying on your hip, leaning on your hand and wrist as it sat comfortably against your face. The blankets of the bed covered you from the waist down, hiding your naked legs that were curled together.

Suddenly you heard him as he came up the stairs. He was dragging his feet. You had wondered when he would have made the effort to apologize and talk to you. It must have been close to an hour ago when you both had fought. You had left the TV room steaming mad while he continued to yell after you, still sitting on the sofa. Again, your argument was about you being incredibly jealous of him when he was on the set. “I’ve been telling you, Y/N! I did nothing!” he yelled. “Karen has told me that you were flirting with that little bitch!” you screamed at him, standing with your back to him. “Oh, Y/N, c’mon! You really have to go on ice with your silly suspicions!” Chris rolled his eyes. “She is only my FRIEND!” “Oh, yea! Friends with benefits, huh!?” you gave him an angry glance before you quickly left the room.

And now you were laying on your common bed in your common bedroom, trying to focus on something else than thinking of him probably fucking another girl. As he entered the room behind you, your eyes moved up to the wall in front of you, but your head remained still. You closed your eyes and clenched your teeth together, listening to him shuffle, still enraged. You forced yourself to remain calm as you took a deep breath and momentarily relaxed. He was taking a long time behind you. You assumed he was undressing and getting ready for bed. As he remained mute, you anger continued to fuel, as he hadn’t said anything, not even an apology. You felt him climb onto the mattress behind you. You swore in your  mind, he good knew you were upset and he was going to bed anyway. Fuck you, Evans, you muttered to yourself in your thoughts.

But his arm slithered along your waist. You huffed as he moved your long hair to the side. He came against you from behind, also under the covers. You closed your eyes as his breath hit your neck, then his lips, kissing you softly once and resting the side of his face against your soft skin.

“Are you still mad at me?” His voice was apologetic and cute. He was trying to suck up.

You subtly shook your head no once, disappointed. He hadn’t apologized yet. You didn’t respond as your eyes returned to the screen you held. You left him behind you, not wanting to give him the time of day. As he waited for you to move or speak, his fingers squeezed your side gently, attempting to flirt and comfort. He watched you breathing as your side rose and collapsed slowly, but you said nothing.

You read the same sentence again, trying so hard to pay attention. Maybe the next page would help…

“Babe” he started, “I’m sorry. Please…”

You could hear him shuffle behind you. His hand came off your waist and you heard his muffled voice, possibly rubbing his face from exhaustion. “Please, listen to me, Y/N. We can’t do this all night.” His hand returned to you and his fingers gently pulled at your hair. “C’mon, babe. Talk to me.”

He kissed your warm neck again, trying to make up for your conversation earlier – a conversation that would obviously haunt him. You weren’t having his apology… Yet.

Attempting to seduce you, he ran his full red lips across your soft pale skin, breathing heavily. His open lips closed on your neck as he kissed slowly, then again, and again in different spots, leaving a small trail of wet.

It tickled you, but you stiffened, closing your eyes and trying to ignore his touch.

“You are so beautiful. Your smell is… incredible. I can’t help but kiss you.” There was a growl to his voice. It was dark and raspy. You always had a weakness for it. You felt his warm wet tongue on the back of your neck as he used it to run over your skin, closing his lips again and turning the licks into french kisses on your neck.

You couldn’t deny, it felt amazing. His smell was incredible too and his touch was heavenly. Maybe make-up sex was the answer you were looking for… You decided to see how far he would go to seduce you. He would have to try much harder than this…

As he tried to convince you, he whispered “Come on babe.” You got chills but didn’t show the start of your arousal. You wanted to let out a moan desperately, but you held back.

As he continued to kiss your neck and shoulder, his fingers slid down your arm and inched under the blanket. His hand reached around and over your dress, found your slim stomach. He moved his fingers a few times, feeling your muscle and then slowly bunching the material together in his hand. He was testing you.

His lips were still grazing the skin on your neck, and you knew your goosebumps were visible. It was just a matter of time before he saw them, realizing how his touch was affecting you and ultimately how aroused you were.

He moved his crotch into your ass from behind and you could easily feel it. He was hard. He wanted you so badly… You pictured it in your mind. You pictured the way he stroked it for you. You pictured licking and sucking on it. Even his cock was beautiful.

His bottom lip tickled you as it moved across your skin. You opened your neck for him. You tiny movement got his attention immediately and he opened his eyes. He could see the chills that covered your arm. He smirked and continued to arouse you with his mouth. And you weren’t quite resisting anymore, but it seemed as though you weren’t giving in yet, either.

Your eyes were closed as you let him touch you. Your mouth came open and a small popping sound was heard as your lips came apart. You licked over them, wanting his lips on yours. His fingers moved back and forth teasing the skin on you belly, testing your patience. He released the bunched sundress and it remained in place. His hand moved under the material, slithering up your skin until he found your breast. His fingers opened and he caressed over it, then gripped it gently. He squeezed and felt it over, until your nipple became hard under his hand. Your head started to roll as your book fell flat onto the mattress in front of you. He watched as your head fell down and under his neck. It was almost as if he had power over you. He smirked proudly.

As you lay on your sides against each other, he let out a type of growl, realizing you were giving into his touch and knowing he could have you. He groped and groped at your tit from behind, using the perfect amount of pain to please you. The beg to his kisses became forceful with intent. He opened his mouth wider making smacking noises on purpose, fully aware his seduction was working. He dragged his lips across your skin, pushing the spaghetti strap off with his mouth. The gentle fall of the strap onto your bare skin gave you even more chills and you exhaled loudly with the sensation. “Mmmmm, Chris…” you murmured slowly.

Chris’ hand moved up to your naked shoulder and rest there comfortably as he guided you to lay back, kissing you skin as he went. He knew he needed to cover your mouth quickly before you might vocally resist. And so he did.

Your lips came together and rolled, as his head came down over yours, crawling on top of you and dominating over you.

As you kissed, his fingers moved up your arm slowly, following it until he reached your wrist. He gripped it and pulled, guiding your hand over your head. He held it in place as he followed your other arm and brought it together with the first. He crossed your wrists and continued to kiss you as you let out tiny moans from his guiding actions. You had to admit, you loved his kink, and even though you may still have been mad at him, you couldn’t deny he knew how to turn you on.

Finally his lips came off of yours, but not off your body. As you breathed deep, his open mouth kissed and sucked on you, moving down your chin and onto your chest. His kisses were missed between licks and little bites. His hand gathered the dress material in one hand and his mouth quickly skipped from your chest to your belly as he held the dress up and continued with wet open mouth kisses.

“Chris…” you whispered, as you could feel his intent. But it was no use stopping him even for a second, even if you wanted to, which you didn’t. He kept working his way downward with his mouth, across your warm naked flesh, until he hit panties.

You gladly opened your legs for him. Your red lace material was exposed as he pulled the covers back off your body. “Chris, hey…” you said louder, but it was too late. His mouth was already eating you though your panties.

His mouth closed on the material, soaking it with his saliva. You could feel the heat from his warm mouth even through the panties and the sensation alone made your cunt burn. He collected her flesh in his lips and prepared her for what was about to come, pulling slowly and releasing quickly. His mouth came against the silky material and he bit gently again, only this time, using teeth. You let out small bursts of air as his mouth came back to you, worshipping your pussy. Moans came from your lips as your eyes were closed and your body started to move for him sexually. Your hips pivoted up into his mouth and you twisted and turned slightly. He bit you and held as you moaned from the pleasure just the way you liked and just the way he loved to give.

His fingertips came to the side of your panties and he pulled the wet material to one side. “Chris, for fuck’s sake…” you whined.

You bit your lip and gasped as he tongued between your lips, then took your clit in his mouth. He sucked on it soft at first and then built up pulling pressure as he sucked. You were sweet, tender and willing, moving your legs apart for him further and moaning loudly. His tongue trailed between your lips, moving deeper and deeper, wiggling lower while licking. And then he moved deeper and pushed inside. The burning of your cunt made his wet strong tongue feel cool inside of you. “Oh, fuck….” you hissed in satisfaction, needing more and wanting him to fuck you with his tongue. But just as he knew you loved to be teased, he licked up again, all the way back to your clit.

You gasped and breathed out deep for him, as he loved to hear you in your arousal. However, Chris was busy below and didn’t look up. He worked steadily on your pussy, eating slowly and enjoying every drop you gave to him, diving deep and teasing your cunt, then licking back up to your clit. “You’re fucking delicious, Y/N” he hummed in between his licks, looking up at you for a second.

Both sets of his fingers went to the top of your panties line on your hips. He scrunched as much material as he could before pulling down. It wasn’t until he was ready to remove them entirely, that his lips pulled away from your cunt just to race back as soon as they were out of the way. You lifted your hips in the air as he removed your panties. He buried his face and tongue as deep as he could into your pussy again.

You looked down to see him enjoying your taste. Your head fell back onto the bed. “Chris, I’m… Gonna… Cum..” you whimpered softly, biting on your lower lip. That was his cue. He knew it was time.

He french kissed your pussy quickly. He pulled himself away and got on his knees, grabbing his erection, ready to push in. He watched below as his hot red cock slowly moved between your lips and penetrated your pink flesh. As your wet pussy sucked on his skin as he pulled out, he watched completely aroused by the site as you stretched for him.

“Fuck…” Chris closed his eyes and gasped as he entered you for the second time.

He opened his blue eyes and looked to your face. You watched each others eyes while he entered and pulled out slowly. He leaned over you while one of his hands gripped your wrists, unnecessarily forcing them to stay above your head. The other quickly went to your neck and he squeezed you slightly. Your eyes excitedly opened from delight of his grasp. You whined for him as he entered you, and held you down. Your chin came up as you enjoyed his fingers around your slim throat. You were whining for him on and on.

Seeing your need, Chris leaned down as he repeatedly pushed and pulled inside of you gently. His mouth came open and your tongues met. Your lips came together on each others, and then parted slowly.

“..I’m sorry..” he whispered into your mouth. You hardly remembered what he was apologizing for.

Your mouth remained. You let out another loud moan and motioned for another kiss. Your bodies were slightly bouncing together with his pushing. You were already breathing heavy, and wanting to come badly.

“Chris…” you licked your lips. “Harder..”

You gasped and couldn’t help but want to run your fingers over his skin. So you attempted to free yourself from his grip, but he immediately forced your wrists back down. You opened your mouth to speak but he gripped your neck tighter. You choked once from surprise and whimpered loudly. “To whom do you belong, Y/N?” he whispered directly into your ear. You whimpered again. “To you..” you murmured quietly. “LOUDER” Chris ordered, squeezing your throat tightly. “TO YOU, CHIRS!!” you screamed his name and Chris smiled proudly. “Yes. You belong to me, Y/N. You’re mine” he pushed hardly into your dripping pussy.

His breath trembled as you finished another kiss. “I’m fucking sorry, babe…” Chris whispered once again. “You’re the only woman in my life”. He took a deep breath and knew he couldn’t hold on for much longer. “Come for me, Y/N… come on me. Squeeze me… Come..” he whispered out of breath.

And you were already there. You moaned and moaned loudly as you stared into each others eyes. Your sweet moans turned to high loud whines, as he felt you squeeze on him tight. You held your breath and froze as you came. He pushed into you hard and deep watching you. He gripped your neck tight for your enjoyment. His deep penetration had made you come hard and slowly, allowing him to enjoy every bit of movement inside as you squeezed on him.

“Fuck! Chris! Yes!!! YEEES!” you screamed for him.

After he was sure you had finished, he dropped his head pushing in slowly and hard, enjoying the feeling of being in your completely soaked wet cunt. His sight came back to your face as you relaxed. He watched you  as he penetrated you after your orgasm.

But then, to your surprise, he slowly pulled out and crawled off your body. He went to your side with a full erection and lay down.

You were amazed. You lay frozen in silence and watched as he placed his boxers back on in the bed beside you, covering his wet thick hard cock. He turned to you, smirking. Your face announcing your surprise.

Chris snickered. “And this is about to happen when you will say ‘I forgive you’.”

GIF

DOM & SUB || Chris Evans x reader one shot

Words: 1103

Warnings: smut, oral sex, unprotected sex

SUMMARY: Chris and his girlfriend are having good time together.

Author: Rouge and Ailo

I gave a gentle lick to the head of his cock and he bucked his hips. “God, please. Please, please, I need it.” Chris moaned, straining against his restraints. “I’ll do anything. Please just, please.” I lick my lips as I look down at the poor man beneath me. Chris was covered in fresh love bites, on his neck, chest, abs, even his thighs. The abs and thighs were where he had started getting desperate for more. Just about every inch of him had been at least kissed or licked. Well, there were more than a few inches that hadn't been given any attention this whole time until just now. “Please, what?” I ask, teasing him with my hot breath on his cock. “Fuck’s sake woman! Either suck my cock or ride it! I can't take anymore teasing!” He barked out, trying even harder to get free. That was all I needed, I wrapped the head of his cock with my mouth and took him as far as I could. “Yes!” He cried out as he thrust his cock even further down my throat, choking me slightly. I may have teased him a bit too much. Not my fault, he loved it and I just wanted to do what he loved. I knew the more I teased, the harder he would eventually come and I wanted him to have a mindblowing orgasm tonight. I sucked him hard and used my mouth to the best of my abilities. He was letting out enough curses between moans. I loved his dirty mouth. I release his cock from my mouth, much to his... Disappointment. “I swear to fucking God if you do not finish me off I’ll....” And he trailed off as he thrusted his cock towards me and groaned. “You’ll what?” I ask and lick him from tip to base. “GOD! I WILL FUCK YOU SO HARD YOU WON’T WALK FOR A MONTH. THEN I’LL FUCK YOU HARD EVERY DAY OF THAT MONTH. I’LL FILL YOUR PUSSY WITH EVERY DROP OF MY COME. I’LL FUCKING MAKE YOU ALL MINE.” If I hadn't already been turned on that would certainly have done the trick. “God, yes, yes, yes, yes. Baby, please ride me. Ride me now.” I was so wet it was easy to slide slowly down his impressively girthy cock. From how he was panting and leaning his head back into the pillows I knew he was struggling not to thrust into me before I was ready. Once he was all the way in I let out a moan. Sweet Jesus, that feels good. Chris filled me so completely and it was still amazing even almost after a year of having sex with him. I lifted myself up until only the head of him was in me and then I dropped myself back down onto him. He cried out, struggling against his restraints again. “Do you want those off?” I ask. “What zone are we in?” “Very fucking green. I’m loving this. I want them off but I’ll take control if you take them off and I want you in control right now.” He says and I feel reassured so I keep going. “Alright, honey. All you have to do is ask and control is yours.” I remind him. He nods and looks down my body, licking his lips as he looks at my breasts, then letting out a moan as he looks at where we’re connected. He leans his head back with a smile as he bites his bottom lip slightly. I can't help but smile at him, he is so fucking gorgeous underneath me with his hands tied above his head. But enough of that, I need to ride him like this is my last night on earth. I start a gentle rhythm, going up and down his length. This feels nice, it’s intimate, but I need more once that I’ve adjusted to him. My hands are resting on his abs and I start to bounce up and down on him fast and with more force. His eyes had been closed while he enjoyed the slow movements from before but now they shot open as he looked at me with his mouth open. With his mouth open even the smallest of his sounds of pleasure came out while I started riding him hard. I drag my nails down his chest and he starts bucking his hips and arching his back. “Fuck! Harder. Dig your nails in baby.” He begs and keeps bucking his hips into me. I swear it is a struggle to not come undone already but if I come now I don't think I’ll have the strength to keep riding him. I clench around him while a go up and down and drag my nails along his chest again making sure to dig in harder. From the way his eyes roll back into his head and the downright sinful moan that escapes his mouth I can tell I did things just right. His beautiful mouth stays open in an O shape. That means he’s getting close, thank goodness because I am seconds from my own. I quickly reach up to his hands, pausing my movements on his cock, much to his displeasure. I free his hands and continue to ride him. “God, fuck me, Chris, fuck me!” I moan and lean down onto his chest. He grabs my hips, taking control as he’s supposed to, and he pounds into me for all he’s worth. I snap back into an upright position while he pounds into me from below. God, the way he hits all the right spots drives me wild. “I’m, I’m gonna, oh tell me you’re close.” He says as his thrusts are now utterly frantic. “Yes!” I damn near screech out as I orgasm, spasming around him, my nails digging into his chest. He grips my hips so tight I know they’ll be bruised tomorrow. He arches into me as deep as he can while pulling me down onto his cock as much as possible. His orgasm finally is hitting him as he pumps into me a last few times, cumming deep inside of me. I collapse onto his heaving chest and nearly fall asleep right there. I finally catch my breath and the waves of pleasure eventually subside enough that I can think. Then we cuddle up. “Fucking amazing.” He says with a contented sigh as his arm is being wrapped around my waist. “I love you." "I love you too" I only whisper, kissing his pulsepoint as I close my eyes, slowly falling asleep next to him.

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Warnings: 18+, choking, face slapping, degredation, slight daddy kink

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The sound of locks being turned woke you, your head snapping to your left as you quickly sat upright on the cold floor, your mind whirring at a million miles per hour, trying to rake through memories of how you could have possibly ended up in this mess.

“Rise and shine pumpkin” a male voice called out sinisterly, the door to the dark cellar opening letting the outside light shine in, you blinked rapidly as you waited for your eyes to adjust to the bright light. “Wh-where am i? Who are you?” you ask, voice trembling.

The man slowly came into view, he was actually pretty attractive all things considered. His expensive loafers sqeaky clean, his muscles bulging in his tight black polo and at just the sight of his 90s porn stache, you felt your heat becoming wet. Shame running through your veins as you looked up at him, eyes watering with innocence.

“The names Lloyd, I’m sure your wondering how you ended up here. I can say your not the sharpest knife in the drawer sweets, but thats just how i like them” he said accentuating his last few words, his cold blue eyes piercing into you as stood, leaning his body weight towards you.

A strike of panic surged through you, without thinking of the possible consequences you bolted towards the door. Running as fast as your legs could take you, your heart beating out of your chest. Needless to say, you didn't get very far before Lloyds muscular bicep wrapped around your neck, dragging you backwards. You yelp as you attempt to wiggle out of his grasp, to no avail. "You really shouldn't have done that sunshine."

He spins you around, holding you tightly against his chest as his hand roughly wraps around your neck, forcing you to look up into his eyes as his masssive body towers over your much smaller frame. Suddenly his hand strikes out against your check, your head whips sideways, your skin instantly turning red. Your eyes fill up with tears, squealing as you stare at him in shock.

He slowly backs you against the wall “I'm sorry sweetheart was daddy too harsh on you?" he chuckled.

"Dumb little girls like you just bring out that side of me."

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