chris evans is my happy place

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Hi all, here’s one where reader exercises with Chris, and Dodger being adorable as ever. If you liked this, you may enjoy the following:

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You are excited for your exercise date with Chris. Although you had been talking to him on the phone almost everyday, you would still get excited to see him through your phone. It was not the same as having him next to you, but you were still glad that there was technology to cushion this blow.

You had barely gotten into your exercise gear when you heard your ringtone.

“Hey, baby.” Chris said with his ever charming smile when you answered. You squealed when you saw him in his grey T-shirt and a cap. The sight of his muscles peering through the sleeves when he held up his phone had you forget what you were just doing. “That’s a very sexy exercise gear, love.” Chris smirked.  

You looked down and realized that you were still wearing your pajamas shorts. “Ha-ha.” You laughed sarcastically. “’Be right back.” You rushed and changed into your yoga pants. Through your phone, you could hear Chris humming and the sound of Dodger’s feet patter on the floorboards.

When you came back, you saw Dodger seated next to Chris. “Hi Dodger!” You greeted, and Dodger barked in response at your voice. “What exercises are we doing today?” You asked Chris.

“Well, there’s an exercise I want to do with you but since you aren’t here, that’s out of the picture.” Chris laughed.

“Not in front of the kid, Chris! Dodger is here!” You tutted.

“Okay I get you. I’ll distract him with a ball the next time so that we could do it?” Chris teased again.

“Don’t make me hang up on you.” You warned, although you secretly loved it when he talked like that. Having not been with him for the past two months had been hard on you and you just could not wait until he did all the things he said he would with you.

“Okay. No more teasing before someone gets too excited.” Chris laughed. “Let’s do some stretches first and we’ll start with push ups.”

After stretching, Chris got into his push-up position. You did not realized that you were staring at his arms until you heard him called your name. “Do it with me, baby. Let’s start with 50.”

You reluctantly tore your eyes away from his arms and body and got into your own push-up position. You alternated between staring at him and doing your push ups. Midway through however, Dodger stood up and tried to get Chris’ attention. He kept putting his face close to Chris and distracting him from doing his push ups. Chris laughed and tried to avoid hitting Dodger while continuing his push up exercises.

You stopped and laughed at the scene in front of you. You would never have a boring day watching Chris and Dodger’s interactions.

 When it was clear that Dodger had his own plans, Chris laughed and sat up. He gave Dodger playful pats on his head and scratches under his chin.

WARNINGS: DUB-CON, slight jealous!Chris

➥ This would’ve been out sooner but I got sucked down the rabbit hole that is Ned ‘I love my wife’ Fulmer from Try Guys cheating on his wife with Alex from Food Babies, but here we are! Enjoy!

➥ banner by @maysdigitalarts​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ ​​​​​​​​| divider by @silkholland​​​

summary: Chris heard from a friend of a friend that that pussy was a 10 out of 10

…or the one where you’re shy and Chris gets curious.

Type: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: Pre-Wedding Emotions

“Maybe Y/n is still awake?”

“Probably not, man. It’s late, she must be asleep.”

Chris put on his best act and rolled his eyes, sighing dramatically. He shrugged his shoulders and sat down on the sofa, holding close to him the fluffy pillows you bought for your new home. He looked up at Scott, trying to make the best use of his puppy eyes act.

“What If she has trouble sleeping?”

“That’s why you left Dodger with her, right?”

“Ugh, Scott!” Chris whined, letting his head fall back against the back of the sofa. “I don’t wike It.”

Scott chuckled, trying not to laugh at Chris and take him seriously even If he was in that drunk state. “You are not supposed to see her the night before the wedding. Mom wouldn’t forgive me If she knew about It.”

Chris laid his head back against the sofa, looking at the phone sitting in the coffee table. He picked It up and looked at Scott. “Technically, she can see me.” He grabbed the phone and pressed the recording button, holding his phone out to his brother.

“He’s going to have a full breakdown in front of the camera, but don’t worry,” Scott said from behind the camera, trying not to laugh at his brother’s constant pout.

“Is It recording?” Chris’s gloomy eyes looked at the camera watching Scott nod in affirmation. “Alright, uh…” He said, wiping the sweat off his hands on the pants. “Scott won’t let me see ya. And I miss you, dearly. I hope you still like me still. I can’t wait to marry you tomorrow and start practicing for our little family.”

Scott scrunched his nose and laughed, making Chris frown.

“It’s a really serious thingy Scott! Don’t laugh!” Chris scoffed at his brother. “I love you, baby. I love you so much. And you… you might notice I am a little bit on the drunk side, but those beers were really good. I wish you were there. Did I say I love you? I love you. Don’t abandon me tomorrow, If you do, I probably deserve It. But I don’t think I do. Do I Scott?”

He had a worried expression on his face now. It softened when Scott grinned and said a low “no”.

You closed the door behind you, letting Dodger lay by your side. The puppy did just has Chris instructed, not leaving your side during the whole evening. The light of your screen lightens up with a notification from Chris.

“It’s dad, Bubba.” You said to Dodger whose ears perked up when he heard Chris’s voice.

You smiled when you saw the man with a loosen up tie and a few buttons undone of his shirt. You could tell he was nervous. He scrunched his nose here and then and caressed his beard, something you would do for him when he felt the most anxious. You traced his features with your finger, missing him dearly. Between soft giggles, and an anxious heart, you couldn’t wait to marry the man tomorrow.

Pairings: Chris Evans X Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Fluff, Smut (Unprotected Sex)

Word Count: 3,273

Ratings: Mature

“I can’t believe you did that” you stated as your hand was gripped tightly with Chris’.  

He was looking out the window of the car as you both were in the backseat, driving to your location, before turning to look at you; his brows crinkled together, a curious look on his face.  

“And what exactly did I do?” he asked with a smirk on his face.  

Gently hitting him on the chest with your palm, you shook your head at him.  “A private plane!”

His head rolled back as he grabbed his chest, a barking laughter escaping his mouth; your favorite kind of laughter ever emitted from him.  “Alright, I know it may have been a bit over the top, but I wanted to spoil you. You’re mah girl and I love you.”

You felt your face begin to get hot, him calling you his girl along with that damn Boston accent you missed so much.  Leaning forward, you took his bottom lip between your teeth, giving him it a small nibble as your eyes were locked onto his.  Chris’ eyes narrowed as a small growl escaped his throat; it was obvious he was trying to be quiet because of the driver.  

Oh, you had to go and make me feel things, didn't you? 😭

Word Count: Around 500.

Warnings: Fluff, a little angst, very brief smut.18+.

Waking in Steve's arms never gets tiresome. Being pulled tight against that broad chest, the heat of his body warming your cheek. The scrape of his beard against your forehead, still damp from feasting between your thighs.

You don't get a lot of sleep when he's around - and you're not mad about it. Once in a blue moon, you get to have him like this. Get to have him to yourself. Not Captain America, but Steve Rogers. And every second spent with him, you treasure.

Can you imagine it though?

A little smut under the cut. 18+.

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, p in v, a little fluff if you squint.

He's been away for months, it's raining outside. You hear the pounding of his fist on the front door. You know its him. Don't even bother throwing on your robe as you leap out of bed and scramble down the stairs - fingers anxiously fiddling with the key in the lock.

And fuck, he looks so good when you rip that door open. Soaking wet, his shoulders tense and drenched with the heavy droplets falling from the night sky, catching in his thick beard and gathering at his cupids bow.

He takes one look at you. One long, lazy, hungry look at your naked form before he's on you; your body colliding with his, the roughness of his suit making your flesh tingle with excitement.

"Missed you, sunshine." He purrs, burying his scruff into the crook of your neck, lifting you effortlessly as your legs hook around his slim waist. "Couldn' wait to feel you. Be inside you again."

Pairing: Nomad!Steve x Female Reader

Summary: On the rare occasion that you have him in your bed, you savor every last minute. Even while he sleeps. 

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, somnophilia aspects, a DUBCON warning just to be safe but overall this is very fluffy and consensual, vaginal penetration. 18+.

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: Somnus definition — the ancient Roman god of sleep, a son of Night and brother of Death.

Thank you to @ozarkthedog​ for basically beta’ing this for me! 

It wasn’t fair, the way he crept into your bed unannounced. Every single time, showing up without so much as a warning and crushing his solid, warm body against yours. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was using you. Using your body as a place to slide home after a hard mission.

But you did know better.

Steve reminded you every single time of why you were willing to wait for him, why no other man would ever compare. And when he climbed into bed beside you earlier that evening, naked and eager to get as close as possible; you couldn’t help the way your heart fluttered.

You knew it in the way his big, strong arms wrapped you up. The way he brushed the hair away from your face and kissed the tip of your nose while he thought you were sleeping.

You never could bring yourself to sleep soundly when he was next to you. Always wanting to soak in the very essence of him, waiting for the moment when he’d finally succumb to his exhaustion and his beautiful eyes - eyes that had seen entirely too much death - would flutter closed.

Pairing: Nomad Steve Rogers x Female Reader 

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, bondage, ball gag, unprotected anal sex, derogatory name calling, one hint of suggested non-con (its not huge, but the warnings there anyway), female ejaculation, cum play, cum eating, gaping, fingering. I think that’s it. Lol. 18+ only. 

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: This is utter filth. Filth. You have been warned. 

Pairing: Dark!Steve x Female Reader

Warnings: Very dubious consent, bondage, dark!steve, unprotected sex, fingering. Creepy vibes, can’t lie. 

Word Count: 1.2k

Your bones were aching – stiff and heavy from being restrained for so long. You weren’t sure how long you’d been there; bent in half, your knees pressed against your shoulders and your ankles tied to the bedposts either side of your head.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Warnings: Anal play, fingering, female orgasm, oral sex (female recieving), Steve’s filthy whore mouth, spanking.

Word Count: 1k

18+ only.

“That’s it baby, bend over and let me see that ass.”

Oh he was an ass man, alright. Unable to keep his hands off you all night, he’d finally succumbed to his desires and dragged you back to the hotel room. You felt his hands softly caressing your cheeks through your leather.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader x Bucky Barnes

Summary: Bucky’s a generous guy, he’s more than happy to share his best princess. But when you enjoy Steve just a little too much, he takes it upon himself to show you who your daddy is — and he makes sure you’ll never dare forget again.

Word Count: 4.8k. Buckle up.

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, dark!bucky, cocky as fuck Steve Rogers, heavy daddy kink, domestic submission, domestic degradation, voyuerism, exhibitionism, MAJOR asphyxiation, derogatory name calling, DUBCON, bordering on NONCON in parts, rough anal sex, facial, oral (m receiving), orgasm denial, orgasm punishment, hints of aftercare. PLEASE READ THESE WARNINGS AND TAKE THEM SERIOUSLY. I’m not responsible for your media consumption, and we don’t kink shame here. 

A/N: This is slowly becoming part of a series. I guess you could say this is the fourth installment. Here are parts ONE  TWO and THREE. Page dividers by the wonderful @whimsicalrogers​. Also, because I’m a forgetful girl, major major MAJOR props to @ozarkthedog and @angrythingstarlight for their input on this. It was very much appreciated. Adding it now because I forgot in my excited stupor to get this up! Ily both 💕

‘Got a guest coming for dinner tonight, princess. Wear something pretty, and make something fancy. Daddy loves you xx’

Written for @jtargaryen18​ ‘s Haunted House challenge. Thank you for letting me take part and I hope you like my contribution! This is probably the darkest thing I’ve ever had the nerve to write, and I had a ball with it. So proceed with caution and read the warnings.

Pairing: Dark!SteveRogers x Fem!InclusiveReader (No descriptions of race, skin tone, size, no age specified - but legal, obvs.)

Word Count: 6k

Warnings: Noncon/dubcon, breath play, vaginal sex, face fucking, rough anal sex, filthy language, fear kink, slight authority kink, degradation, female ejaculation, mild sexual violence. 

I hope I haven’t missed any. Please take these warnings seriously, I would hate for anyone to be triggered. Enjoy!

Words: 1103

Warnings: smut, oral sex, unprotected sex

SUMMARY: Chris and his girlfriend are having good time together.

Author: Rouge and Ailo

Requested by Anon: Hi I follow you on twitter and I saw you retweeted that post about chris having an captain america suit in his closet for “special occaisons” so I am asking if you can do a chris evans smut when he surprises his girlfriend you with the suit? You can do whatever you want though thank you! xx

A/N: Wow, i am so proud of this smut LMAOOO but it’s just so NASTY OMG!! I can’t believe i wrote this!!! the gif is EXACTLY the chris that’s in this fic.

Warnings: smut, Dom!Chris, Rough!Chris, Sub!reader

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You sit on the bed, the covers around you, flipping through a magazine. Your pajamas are simple: shorts and a tank top because the weather is too hot to sleep in anything more. The TV in the corner is on, blaring the news. The lights are dimmed.

Chris is in the bathroom. It’s always like this; your routine. You go in first, taking your time with skincare and showering, while Chris whines that he has to pee. Then, while you fluff up the pillows and prepare the bed for sleeping, Chris just pees and washes his teeth and he’s ready for bed.

“What about moisturizer?” you’d once asked, way back when you’d first started sleeping over. But your boyfriend had shrugged and waved it off because he’s just like that. Pretty like that.

You’re on a mission and you fuck up, or at least, that’s what Lloyd chooses to believe - if it’s because he needs someone to blame it on, or if he just wants to fuck you, you don’t know. But he’s fucking pissed. You end up in a room with him, alone, still trying to explain what went down.

“Lloyd, please, I swear, they must have—“

“‘Lloyd, please’” he mock pouts at you, his tone whiney but still condescending, then he grabs the big wooden window door and smacks it close. “God, I can’t fucking believe they didn’t just take you with that pretty pouty fuckable face of yours and do whatever the fuck they wanted to it, jeez.”

Now, you’re really pouting, the hurt evident on your face. All you want is to make him happy. You’ve never wanted to disappoint him. And why would he want other people to..take you?

“Oh? Dis I say something to hurt your feelings? Hm?” he comes to you and pinches your chin between his fingers, shaking your whole head. “Yeah, I did. Aell, if you want to earn your place and my respect back, you’ll have to work”

You instantly nodded your head, on board with his proposal like never before.

He makes you lay on your tummy on the antique, though luxurious bed, hooking your arms over the wooden footboard, the curves of it digging into your armpits. He squats down, still having this innocently looking smirk on his face, as he takes off his belt and tightly ties your hands with it.

“Make me proud, bloops” he winks and stands back up.

You wait for him to take off his pants and boxers but he doesn’t move. Just as you want to look up at him, he speaks “Don’t even think about doe-eyeing me, cupcake. What are you waiting for? Start undressing me.”

In your position, it’s hard to use your hands, so you squirm until you realize what he wants. You struggle to unzip his pants with your teeth, even more to undo the button. But your determination is so high up, that you eventually get it, your chest swelling with pride when he makes a comment about “what a tongue you have”. He luckily didn’t wear boxers, so his cock just sprang free and you caught it with your mouth before you started sliding down on him.

As he touched the back of your throat, you wanted to slide back up, but he caught you under your chin and by the back of your neck, keeping you there until you choked and coughed around him, and tears started sliding down your cheeks. After what felt like forever, he slid you off his cock, a thick string of saliva and precum connecting you to his tip. You started coughing and hiccuping, but you were truly a sight for sore eyes. The next time he slid into your throat, he pinched your nose for a few seconds, and even though you were scared for your life, you couldn’t be wetter. He also flipped up your skirt and tugged the hem of your panties towards him, the cloth digging into your pussy. He fucked your throat so much that you couldn’t speak anymore, and although he actually liked your whiney voice, he was proud that the reason you, for once, weren’t a yammering bitch, was him fucking up your esophagus.

Forever ruined by him,

Yours truly

The Lloyd Hansen Enthusiast