Soooooo remember how we had said there would be no Chris/Ellie tomorrow?
We changed our minds. Chapter4WILLBEPOSTEDTOMORROW! At the usual time (1pm EST) and we’re calling this the “birthday gift” chapter, since it’s a little unexpected and in honor of my () birthday!
And it’s sorta a major one
REMINDER! Playing With Fire’s chapter 4 will post in 3 hours!!
Soooooo remember how we had said there would be no Chris/Ellie tomorrow?
We changed our minds. Chapter4WILLBEPOSTEDTOMORROW! At the usual time (1pm EST) and we’re calling this the “birthday gift” chapter, since it’s a little unexpected and in honor of my () birthday!
He saved your life. He took care of you. When the cops look into your accident, they find it wasn’t an accident at all… Someone sabotaged you.
Warning: car crash, broken bones, stalking, dark!chris evans, manipulation, no smut, angst, fluff, use of drugs to make someone forget, throw up, ending sucks i’m sorry
Summary: He saved your life. He took care of you. You owe him everything, right? But your mind tells you something isn’t right.
Word Count: 5.7k oops
Screech.
Brakes squealing.
Blinding light in your eyes.
You tighten your grip on the steering wheel as you brace for impact, staring at the cement wall in front of you.
You don’t know how you got turned around or why your brakes aren’t working, you don’t even know where you were going.
You do know that you won’t make it out alive.
Crash!
You feel flames envelope your car, the heat grazing against your cheek, the shock of it all causing to fade away.
“Come on, sweetheart! Come back to me,” You hear, feeling the light tap of someone’s hand against your cheek. Your eyelids flutter open, revealing a strange man cradling you in his strong arms. He’s got tears streaming down his face, smoke and ash staining his face. You gasp for air, immediately coughing up dirt and debris.
You’ve never been in so much pain, yet so calm. Relief spreads over the strangers face, using his sweaty palms to wipe away his tears. “The EMT’s are on their way, sweetheart. You’re gonna be okay.”
You furrow your eyebrows, trying to piece everything together. You try to focus on what happened earlier tonight, but the pounding headache distracts you. “W-what happened?” You ask, your voice scruff from the heat. You attempt to sit up, to move away from this strange man, but a shooting pain runs through your body, originating from your ribs. You gasp, your hand reaching to cover your body.
“Sh, sh… Just relax, I don’t want you to hurt yourself even more,” He says, covering your hand with his. You stare up at him, your eyes flickering over his strangely familiar face. You’ve seen this man before, but you don’t know when or where. You doubt you’ve even had a conversation with this man before, or you would instantly recognize him.
But you almost swear you’ve seen him lurking around your friends parties.
“We were in an accident. The EMT’s are on their way,” He explains, nodding over to where the accident occured. Your car is sitting in a pile of ashes, barely recognizable. There’s metal and tire rubber spread across the road, blocking anyone from driving.
Thankfully, it’s almost 3 in the morning, so the roads aren’t that busy.
You glance up at the man once again, trying to force yourself to remember this man. You were in the car with him?
Your thoughts are interrupted when the blare of sirens near you, signalling that help is here. “Oh, thank god,” The man mutters, scooping you closer to his chest. He lifts you with no hesitation, carrying you over to the moving ambulance. You relax against his chest, the exhaustion taking your body over. A mix of the pain and adrenaline has left you drained.
You hear the EMT and the stranger converse, but you can’t make out what they’re saying. You can feel your body fading, but you’re too weak to do anything about it. You hear the man shouting, and then you feel a foreign object covering your mouth, breathing air into your lungs. “Man, she’s out of it! Do something!”
You feel the EMT’s poking and prodding, a sharp pain in your wrist following. You know enough about first aid that you know they probably put an IV in you, to give you some pain meds, so your body doesn’t have to fight so hard. You instantly feel better, your head lolling to the side, giving you that well-needed rest.
The beeping of the machines wake you up, disturbing your sleep. You look around the room, frowning when you realize that you’re alone. You’d halfway hoped the stranger was still there, so you could thank him and ask him some more questions, like why were you in the car with him? Where were you going? Where were you coming from?
But part of you is relieved that he’s gone, so you can be alone and rest. You’re sure the hospital has taken care of informing your parents of what happened, so they’ll be on their way soon enough. You’re distracted by the sound of the hospital door opening, revealing one of your nurses. “How are you feeling, sweetie?” She asks, flashing her smile at you.
You smile nervously, sinking into your bed. The small movement causes a sharp pain in your ribs again, but it’s nothing compared to how it felt earlier. You’re sure the pain meds have something to do with that. “I feel a lot better… Just confused, I guess,” You answer, picking at your blanket. It’s a nervous habit you picked up from your brother when you were younger, one you were never able to get rid of.
“Your doctor went over everything with Chris, so I’m sure he can explain everything when he comes back in.” The nurse explains, leaning over and checking your pulse. You watch her carefully, furrowing your eyebrows. Chris? That’s the man’s name? Why doesn’t that name sound familiar?
“Ah, you’re awake!” The man exclaims, smiling at you. You ignore the nurse as she finishes your exam, your eyes dropping to the plate of food in front of you. The man had gone to the cafeteria for you?
You eye the bowl of soup in front of you, along with the grilled cheese. Beside of the grilled cheese, there’s a cookie, one that he grabbed from the vending machine. You chuckle as you open the cookie, your mouth practically watering. You hadn’t had a cookie like this in so long, they were always your favorite growing up. “I hope you like the soup, it’s the only semi-attractive thing they had down there.” The man explains, sitting in the chair beside of your bed.
You dig into the cookie, leaving the soup to cool down. “I guess I should ask you some questions,” You say, crumbs dropping down to your bedsheets. The man leans back in his chair, staring you down. It should be intimidating, there’s something that tells you that you’re safe.
“First of all, thank you for taking care of me,” You say, earning a chuckle from the man. His beard moves with his face, drawing your attention to it. You’ve never been one for facial hair, but you’ll have to admit, it’s nice.
"It’s the least I could do, sweet heart. I wasn’t hurt nearly as bad as you,” He answers. It’s the first time you’ve really paid attention to his voice and his accent. He has a Boston accent, that’s for sure. You’d almost forgotten that he was in the car with you. You certainly couldn’t tell by looking at him— he has no bruises or cuts.
“What happened to me?”
Chris’s smile fades away as he takes a deep breath, dropping his eyes to his lap. You know it had to have been traumatizing to be in a burning car and be alert through it all, but you have to know what happened. You’ve never been in a car accident before, you’ve always been a great driver. You hadn’t been drinking or smoking, you were driving responsibly. You just can’t figure out what went wrong.
“I’m not sure, honestly. We were driving fine, then all of a sudden, you lost control of the wheel. We flipped and I heard you screaming until you finally stopped. I thought… I thought you were gone,” He says, his voice fading. Your heart sinks in your chest, realizing just how lucky you are.
This man is your hero.
You would’ve died if he hadn’t pulled you out. He could’ve gotten himself out and left you there.
“Chris,” You say, sitting up straight in your bed. You reach out and touch his hand, a small smile on your face. “Thank you. For everything. If you hadn’t been there… Well, I wouldn’t be alive,” You say, expressing your gratitude. Chris smiles gently, rubbing his thumb over your bruised hand.
“But, I don’t want you to feel like you have to stay. My parents will be here soon, I’m sure. You probably have better things to worry about than some stranger,” You finish, pulling your hand away. You know he’s probably exhausted and has his own life to live.
Chris chuckles quietly, raising an eyebrow. “Wow, you must’ve really hit your head hard,” He says, reaching over and breaking off a piece of your cookie. You watch as he eats it, furrowing your eyebrows.
“What do you mean?” You ask. Chris wipes his mouth, his smile fading. “We’re not strangers, y/n. I’m your ex-boyfriend. You really don’t remember?“ He explains, his eyes searching yours.
Shit.
Your ex-boyfriend?
The last boyfriend you remember having was three years ago, the one that broke your heart so bad that you swore off dating. You don’t even remotely remember the man sitting in front of you.
Then again, you were in a horrible wreck. Even if you didn’t hit your head, the trauma and shock of it all could’ve confused you.
“I… I don’t remember you at all,” You whisper, your heart breaking. How could you not remember?
Chris clears his throat, his eyes dropping to his lap. “Then I guess I should fill you in,” He says, lifting his eyes again. “We were together for two years. We met at a friend’s party. We’ve been broken up for 6 months,” He explains. You desperately try to force yourself to remember, but nothing is jogging your memory.
“Why did we break up?”
The question seems to throw Chris off guard, as if he wasn’t expecting you to ask. He swallows a lump in his throat, guiltiness washing over his face. “I cheated on you,”
The answer knocks the air out of your lungs, throwing you off guard. Cheated?He cheated?
Despite you not remembering anything about him, you don’t take him for a cheater. He seems too… caring.
Besides, if he had cheated on you, why were you riding in the car with him 6 months after breaking up?
You take a deep breath, relaxing in your bed. “Why were we together if we’re not dating?” You ask, trying to get a clearer picture of everything. Chris eats another piece of your cookie, dusting his hands off on his pants.
“Well, we were at another party and… One thing led to another and we were on our way back to my place,” He answers, his cheeks heating up. Your cheeks heat up once you realize what was happening, your heart fluttering in your chest. You sit in silence, neither one knowing what to say after that.
Chris clears his throat again. “I know this might sound crazy, but you’re more than welcome to stay with me. The doctor said you’ve got a few broke ribs, so you’ll need help doing the basic things. It’s gonna be pretty hard for you to live on your own right now,” He offers.
You want to shut him down immediately, but you have to seriously consider his offer. With a broken rib, it’s going to be hard to shower on your own. It’ll be hard to cook, to walk up and down your stairs, to do anything on your own. But you can’t live with a stranger… That’s like one of the basic things they teach you in elementary school.
Don’t trust strangers.
Then again, you reckon he’s not really a stranger. Just because you don’t remember anything about him doesn’t mean he’s a stranger.
“Uh, are you sure? I mean, we’re not even together, I don’t want to be a burden,” You say, picking at the skin around your nails.
“I wouldn’t have offered unless I meant it,”
“And right here is where you’ll be sleeping,” Chris says, gesturing to the guest room. It’s on the first level, meaning you won’t have to climb up any stairs. The bathroom is in the room, so it’s not too far of a walk. His house is nice– much nicer than yours. The ride home was silent, neither one of you knowing what to say to each other.
You’re relieved he showed you to the guest room. You were worried he’d expect you to sleep in his room with him, since you were dating. You find him attractive, but you just can’t see yourself being comfortable with sleeping in a bed with him right now.
You lean against the doorway, already out of breath from your short walk. “Thanks again, Chris,” You say, doing your best to muster up a smile. You’re thankful for everything he’s doing for you, but you wish you remembered something, anything about him.
“Let me know if you need any help with anything… Anything at all,” Chris offers, turning to walk out of the room. You hesitate to speak up, but you open your mouth before you even know it. “Actually, can you do me a favor?”
Chris turns around, a small smile on his lips. “Sure, anything.” He says.
Your eyes flicker around the room, searching for anything to make your memory come back. “Do you have any pictures of us? Maybe if I see some pictures, it’ll help me remember you,” You say, your voice small.
Chris’s smile falls, replaced by a frown. “I wish I could, y/n, but after we broke up, I deleted everything of you. I was heartbroken.”
Your shoulders fall, along with your smile. Of course, he deleted everything of you. That’s what happens when you break up with people. You glance over your shoulder at the bed, exhaustion sweeping over your body. “I should go to sleep,” You mutter, taking small steps toward the bed. Chris follows you, reaching out a hand to place on the small of your back.
He gently helps you into bed, frowning when you whimper in pain. He fluffs your pillows and tucks you in, taking a step back. “Goodnight, y/n,” He says, his voice soft. You can tell he’s holding himself back, and you feel guilty.
This man loves you. At least, he did love you. You can tell he wants nothing more than to crawl in bed with you and hold you, or at least give you a kiss goodnight, but he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable. You appreciate the thought, even if it makes things awkward.
“Goodnight,”
“I’ll pick you up after I finish running errands,” Chris says, opening the office door for you. He’s been super helpful all morning– making sure you don’t move too fast, helping you change your outfit, helping you with anything that might be difficult with a broken rib.
You’re at the insurance office now, preparing to speak with your agent about the accident. You told him you don’t remember much, but he told you anything would help. You look up at Chris, giving him a tight-lipped smile. “Thank you,” You repeat, hating the way you sound like a broken record. You must’ve said the phrase a million times in the past 24 hours, but you truly can’t thank him enough.
Chris chuckles and shakes his head, brushing your hair away from your face. “It’s the least I can do, y/n. I promised you I’d always take care of you, no matter what.” He reminds you, your cheeks heating up. You still find it weird to think that you spent two years of your life with this man; that you loved each other.
Your agent walks in the lobby, interrupting the intimate moment. “Ms. Y/L/N, it’s nice to see you. You can follow me, it won’t take long.” He states. Chris gives you one last goodbye, before walking out the door. You slowly follow the man, sitting in the chair in front of his desk.
“First of all, I’m terribly sorry for everything that’s happened. I can’t imagine how traumatic the accident was,” He says, true sympathy laced in his voice. You pick at your nail bed, swallowing the lump in your throat. You feel guilty that you don’t have any trauma surrounding the accident, but thankful at the same time.
“What do you remember about the accident?”
You clear your throat, shifting awkwardly in your seat. You attempt to remember as far back as the hours before the accident, struggling. “I was at a friend’s party. I wasn’t drinking, I was just talking and dancing. I met up with an ex-boyfriend apparently, and we wanted to go back to my place. I don’t remember anyone being in the car but me, but Chris says he was there. I remember driving down the road and that’s all. Chris says something caused me to lose control of the wheel, and we started rolling.” You explain, a headache forming. You’ve been thinking non-stop, trying to force yourself to remember.
Your agent nods as he writes in his notebook, an eyebrow raising. “So you don’t remember anyone else being in the car?”
You shake your head, shrugging your shoulders. “I thought that was weird, but according to Google, it’s a real thing. Retrograde amnesia, I think is what it was called.” You explain.
Your agent stops writing, lifting his head. “Well, yeah, that’s a real problem, but normally it affects memories years before the injury to the brain. You remember everything up until the accident, correct?” He asks. You nod, furrowing your eyebrows.
He flips through the pages on his desk, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. “And your hospital records don’t show anything about a brain injury… Just a few broken ribs and a busted lip.”
You stare blankly ahead, trying to come up with any explanation for your memory loss. You know trauma can cause memory loss, but is that really what happened?
Your agent stares at you, his shoulders dropping. “Ms. Y/L/N, I think I want to have an officer formally investigate you. I have a daughter your age, and I hope someone would help her out if she were ever in this position,” He says.
After agreeing to speak with an officer, you recount your story, trying your best to fill in the blanks for him, but you failed. You left the office feeling defeated and confused, ready to go home. You wish you could say going home helped you, but it hurt you even more.
You walked into a home you didn’t recognize, with declarations you don’t remember picking out, and a man you don’t remember meeting. You stare absentmindedly as Chris washes the dishes left over from spaghetti night, hoping for anything to jog your memory. A tattoo… A scar…. A mole… Anything.
You’re left staring at skin you’ve never seen before, a lump forming in your throat. Normally, the image of Chris washing dishes shirtless would be something you’d drool over, but it just breaks your heart.
What would you normally do? Did he normally cook for you, or were you the one in the kitchen? Did you share the responsibility of the dishes, or did you leave them piled up in the sink, hoping for the other to clean them? Would you go up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist, pressing a kiss to his back?
Before you can think about what you’re saying, you’re speaking up, watching Chris turn around. “Did I love you?”
Once again, Chris is thrown off guard. His cheeks heat up as he dries the plate, a soft smile on his lips. “Uh, I think so. At least, you told me you did,” He says, adding a chuckle at the end.
“A lot, actually,”
You stare at the shower water running, disappointed with yourself. You’ve been in the bathroom for 20 minutes, trying to get your shirt off without hurting yourself. You don’t want to strain yourself and prolong your healing process, but you also don’t want to give in to the alternative.
The thought of Chris seeing you shirtless makes your skin crawl.
It shouldn’t, though. After all, you were together for two years; you’re positive he saw you naked.
You reach down to unbutton your jeans, slowly pulling them down to your knees. You wiggle as carefully as possible, working the jeans down to your calves. You gently pick up your foot, using it to kick the other pants leg off of your leg. You suck in a sharp breath with every movement, thanking the gods above for pain medicine.
There’s no way you’re gonna be able to wiggle out of your shirt. It was easy just throwing the shirt on this morning, but you just knowyou’ll get tangled up in your shirt when you’re trying to get it off.
You sigh, giving in. “Chris?” You call, followed by the sound of someone running down the hallway. You heard a thud on the door, causing you to flinch.
“Is everything okay?”
You giggle quietly at the panicked sound of his voice. “Uh, kinda… I need your help,” You say, blushing for what seems like the millionth time tonight. Chris stays silent, waiting patiently for you to explain what you need help with. You take a deep breath, trying to push the embarrassment down.
“I uh, I can’t get out of my shirt,” You say, only to be met with silence. You don’t hear anything for several seconds, but then, you hear what sounds like light footsteps leading away from the bathroom door. You frown, your heart sinking in your chest. You knew it was an odd request, but you didn’t think he’d just leave you hanging. You accept defeat, sighing as you stare in the mirror, preparing yourself to just suck it up and deal with the pain.
You’re pulled out of your thoughts when a voice is at the door, getting your attention. “Can I come in?”
You walk toward the door, opening it. You gasp when you open the door, following it with a fit of giggles. Chris is standing at the doorway, a makeshift blindfold over his eyes. “What is that for?” You ask, your face heating up.
Chris smiles as he blindly enters the bathroom, grabbing your hand in the process. You lead him deeper into the room, shutting the door behind you. “Well, I just wanted to make sure you were comfortable,” Chris explains, darting his tongue out to lick his lips.
You smile, your heart swelling in your chest. You lift your fingers to feel the soft fabric of the tie, furrowing your eyebrows when you get a good look. “This tie… It looks familiar!” You say, excitement laced in your voice.
You can see Chris’s face light up, even though his eyes are covered. “Really? I picked this one because you bought it for me before I met your parents.” He explains.
A light bulb goes off in your head as you gasp. “My parents! Maybe they have pictures of us together? Or maybe they could at least help me remember,” You say, watching Chris’s smile fade away. He lifts his hands, fumbling for the bottom of your shirt. “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” He says.
You frown, allowing him to slip the shirt over your head. The movement hurts your ribs, but it doesn’t hurt as much as it would’ve if you had done it alone. “Your parents didn’t like me. They uh, they didn’t trust me… They told you the night we met that they didn’t approve, that they thought I was up to something,” He mutters. Your heart breaks for Chris, knowing exactly how your parents are. They’ve always had strong opinions about the people you’ve been with.
You stand there as your shirt falls to the ground. Several silent moments pass, so you clear your throat to fill the silence. “I might need some help in the shower,” You say, your voice quiet. If you can’t lift your shirt over your head, how are you going to wash your own hair?
You watch Chris swallow a lump in his throat as his cheeks heat up again. “Uh, yeah, of course,” He says, standing there awkwardly. You giggle as you start your water, letting it heat up. Once you feel it’s hot enough, you carefully step in. “Okay, you can get in,” You say, nervously.
Chris takes a deep breath, his eyes still covered by the blindfolds. He reaches up to his tie, carefully undoing it. You keep your eyes on his hands, feeling your heart speed up. You know you’ve seen it all before— but you don’t remember it. Maybe seeing his body will jog something in your brain.
Silence fills the room as he throws his tie down, reaching for the buttons. He carefully undos them, peeling his shirt off of his back. Your eyes rake over the multiple tattoos, drinking the image in. You don’t see any you recognize, causing your heart to sink once again.
“I can feel you staring at me,”
Chris’s voice brings you back to reality, causing you to clear your throat. “You wish,” You mutter, not wanting to admit it. You turn so your back is to the water, letting the water soak your hair. You try your best to ignore Chris as you see him take his pants off in the corner of your eye, but it’s harder than you thought it would be. You want to look, but it’s not right.
Chris steps into the shower, taking a deep breath. “Just tell me what to do, and when to do it.”
You nod, only to remember he can’t see you. So, you answer him by handing him your shampoo bottle. “Here, hold out your hands.”
He follows your instructions, waiting for you to squirt the liquid onto his hands. Once you feel like you have enough, he rubs his hands together, lathering it up. You turn your back to him, closing your eyes. Chris tangles his fingers in your hair, massaging and rubbing the liquid in your hair. You hum quietly, feeling your body relax.
“Did we have fun together?”
Chris laughs behind you as he rinses your hair, careful to not let any get in your eyes and ears. “Oh, yeah. Tons of fun.” He says. You smile, reaching for the conditioner bottle. “Doing what?”
Chris blows a raspberry as he thinks, eventually shrugging his shoulders. “Everything. We had fun even when we were just laying in bed together. When we would cook together, drink together, anything,”
“How are you feeling?“ Chris asks, making his way downstairs. His fingers are working on his tie, tightening the knot. You’re sitting on the couch, flipping through the channels of the tv.
“Better. I can finally sneeze without crying,” You say, earning a chuckle from Chris. You’ve been at his house for two weeks, meaning it’s been two weeks since the wreck. Chris has been amazing;answering any questions you might have, making sure you’re taking your medicine, and helping you with daily tasks.
“Heard anything from the insurance company?” He asks, leaning against the doorframe. You shake your head, guilt settling in. You hadn’t told Chris that the insurance company was looking into the accident, and you’re not sure why. It’s not like it’s a bad thing, but you feel uneasy about the whole thing.
Chris sighs, grabbing his keys from off of the hook in the hallway. “Alright, I’ll be back in a couple of hours,” He says, making his way over to you. Without hesitation, he leans over, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.
You tense up, staring up at him. Chris blushes, stuttering. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to. It was just our thing before… Before we broke up. It just felt natural, I shouldn’t have done that.” He explains, panic in his eyes.
You giggle quietly, blushing. “It’s okay… I know this has been hard on you too,” You say. Chris’s nervousness seems to fade, his shoulders dropping. Even though you don’t remember him, part of it felt natural to you too. As much as you hate to admit it, you can feel yourself falling for him— all over again.
Chris awkwardly walks out the door, leaving you alone in the house.
Your eyes are glued to the tv for what seems like forever, until you hear a knock at the door. You groan, leaning your head back against the couch cushion. You hatecompany.
“Police; open up!”
Your eyes shoot up, your head coming up off the back of the couch. Police? What are the police doing here? Panic runs through your body, the adrenaline sending you flying over to the door. You swing open the door, your chest heaving. There are five policemen standing in front of your door, their hands resting on the guns on their hips.
“Ma’am, I need you to come with us,” One of them says, carefully and slowly.
“W-why? What’s going on?” You ask. One of the cops pushes you side gently, walking into the home. “Are you y/n y/l/n?”
You nod, your voice seemingly stuck in your throat.
“We were assigned to your case. We suspect the man you’ve been living with tampered with your breaks the night of the accident,” He explains, your heart sinking into your stomach.
This can’t be right, it can’t be true. Chris? Why would your ex-boyfriend intentionally cause your accident?
“That can’t be true, Chris is a great guy; he’s my ex-boyfriend!” You argue, disbelief laced in your voice.
The cop pulls a picture out of his wallet, holding it up in front of you. “This is you, with your parents, and your realboyfriend,” He explains, passing you the picture. You examine it, tears streaming down your cheeks.
“Mr. Evans began micro-dosing you with Midazolam, which is a drug that causes retrograde amnesia. It was a small enough amount to cause you to forget your boyfriend, but not your parents. You’d only been with your boyfriend for three months, so it was easier to erase him from your memory,”
You block everything out, memories flooding through your brain. You had gone to the party with your boyfriend that night. You suddenly remember everything, all the way back to the first time you met him. He was kind, he was generous, he was funny…
“Is Tyler okay?” You ask, your head snapping up. The cops sympathetically frown at you, shaking their heads. “If you come with us, we’ll tell you everything,”
You stare straight ahead, locking eyes with the man you thought you knew. The man you thought you were falling for.
The man you thought had saved your life.
It’s been 6 months since the police escorted you out of his home, 6 months since you returned to your normal life. 6 months since you found out Chris murdered your ex-boyfriend, causing your parents to think you suffered the same fate.
6 months since you were told Chris had been stalking you for years, lurking in the background of your friends’ parties, hiding behind the trees of the parks you ran in, doing anything he could to get close to you.
The judge bangs her gavel, causing you to jump. “Ms. Y/L/N, are you listening?”
You gulp, looking over at her. “I’m sorry, can you repeat the question?” You ask, watching the disappointment on her face. Even after knowing what you know about Chris, it’s going to be hard to put him away for life. You know he’s a bad man, but he helped you so much. How could a murderer be so gentle with someone? You remember him in the shower with you, delicate touches as he helped you wash your hair.
He never made a bad comment or tried to touch you. He made you feel so safe.
You remember mornings in the kitchen with him, before he went back to work. He’d flip the pancakes, dropping them on the floor. You’d giggle and shake your head as you pulled out a box of cereal instead. You remember late nights on the couch, when you’d accidentally snuggle up to him as you fell asleep. He’d wrap you in his arms, pressing a kiss to your head. He thought you were asleep, but you felt each kiss.
“In your time together, did Mr. Evans ever attempt to harm you?”
Chris stares straight ahead at you, his eyes locked onto yours. You shake your head, a tear falling down your face. “No, quite the opposite,” You say, a dry chuckle falling from your lips.
“Can you elaborate?”
“Chris was great. He was always very gentle and kind, I never had any suspicions that he was a bad man.” You say, watching Chris’s eyes fall to his lap, as if he’s hurt that you called him a bad man.
You see your lawyer shaking his head, disappointed that you didn’t stick to the script. The judge sighs, banging her gavel once again. “Alright. That’s all for today. Court dismissed. The sentencing is scheduled for Friday morning at 10 am,”
You watch everyone get out of their seats, including Chris. His hands are handcuffed behind his back, making him look more dangerous than you believe him to be. Your parents run up to you, helping you off the stand. “Let’s go home, honey. You need to rest,”
You sit on the couch, a bowl of cereal in your hands as you watch the live stream of the sentencing. Your parents are there, but you couldn’t bear to be. You made up some lie about your ribs hurting extra today, but you really couldn’t bear to see Chris be sentenced to life in prison.
You feel guilty, even though you shouldn’t. This man murdered your boyfriend, he messed with your breaks. He tricked you into believing that you had been with him for years.
The head of the jury stands up, his eyes locked onto the paper in front of him. “We, the jury, have found the defendant, Chris Evans, guilty of first degree murder,” He says, knocking the breath out of your lungs. The camera pans to Chris, who can’t even bear to look up.
“We, the jury, have found the defendant, Chris Evans, guilty of tampering with a vehicle,”
“We, the jury, have found the defendant, Chris Evans, guilty of kidnapping,”
The charges keep rolling in, shocking you with every one. The camera pans back to the judge, silencing the crowd. “I am hereby sentencing Mr. Evans to life in prison, with no parole. Court is adjourned,”
The bowl falls into your lap, your hands flying up to your mouth, the bile creeping up your throat.
You did the right thing, so why do you feel so horrible?
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Summary: Your ex boyfriend barges into Chris’s house, bringing your real feelings out.
Warning: homophobic language, mentions of domestic violence, angst, fluff!!,
A/n: I think there will be one more part to this, but it really depends on how much you guys like this part!!
“Go to bed already,” You groan, throwing a pillow across the bed. Scott catches it before it hits his face, dropping it between his legs. “Noooo, I’m not done,” He groans, throwing his head back.
Scott has been in your room for hours, going over every detail of his date gone wrong. You’ve been trying to force yourself to forget about the almost kiss, but nothing is distracting you. You can still feel Chris’s breath on your lips, his stare focusing on you.
You even thought about bringing it up to Scott, but you don’t want him to make a big deal out of it. Nothing even happened, why should you mention it?
You yawn, snuggling deep into your bed. “Well, I’m tired. You can tell me more in the morning,” You mumble, your eyelids fluttering closed. Scott sighs, standing up, throwing the pillow back down to you.
“Fine, I’ll go over every detail tomorrow morning,” He says, wiggling his eyebrows. You sleepily watch as he walks out of your room, leaving the door cracked. You sigh deeply, feeling sleep taking over your body.
——-
“Y/n,” Chris whispers, standing over your bed. You toss over in your bed, snuggling deeper into your bed. You don’t know how long you’ve been asleep, but you think you must be dreaming.
It isn’t until Chris places a hand on your shoulder that you realize you’re not dreaming. You open your eyes, jumping slightly when you see Chris standing over you. He’s smiling, looking down at you. He’s shirtless, which you’re still not used to.
“Chris?” You ask, your voice quiet. Your heart is racing from the scare, but your mind hasn’t quite caught up with you. You can barely make out Chris’s face, the lamp light doing a poor job of illuminating it.
Chris sits on the edge of your bed, reaching up and scratching the back of his neck. You can tell something is on his mind, but you’re not sure what. Your eyes fall to his lips, wishing you hadn’t been interrupted earlier. You feel sure if you had gone through with the kiss, you would’ve ended up in bed with him, having the night of your life.
“I’m sorry, I just couldn’t stop thinking about you,” Chris admits, his eyes darting down to your lips. He had been thinking about you all night, thinking about how if he never took this chance, he might not ever get it again.
He’s waited long enough.
You roll over on your back, pulling the blankets up to your chest. You smile up at him, your cheeks heating up. You’ve never had a guy be so honest about his feelings, it’s refreshing. “What are you thinking about?”
Chris sucks in a deep breath, leaning forward, his face hovering over yours. If you leaned forward just an inch, you’d have him right where you want him, but you can’t talk yourself into it.
“Thinking about how good your lips would feel,” He mutters, his voice dropping. With every word, his lips brush over yours, your nose swiping his. It’s far more contact than you’ve ever had with him before, but it’s still not enough for you.
There’s something about Chris that just drives you crazy. Your breath hitches in your throat as his lips press against yours, fireworks going off in your head. Time seems to stop, freezing this moment for you so you can go back and replay it. It’s a simple kiss, one that tells you exactly what you need to know.
Chris feels the same way you do.
You try to soak up the kiss, never wanting to forget this moment, when you hear a loud knock at the door. You try your best to ignore it, focusing on Chris’s lips instead. It isn’t long after the kiss started when you hear Scott shouting something, causing both of you to pull away.
“Get out! I’m going to call the cops!” You hear Scott say, causing you to raise your eyebrows. You’ve never heard such… Anger in Scott’s voice. Scott is normally a very happy person. There’s only one person that can get under Scott’s skin like this.
“Shit,” You say, your eyes widening. You glance up at Chris, who’s staring at you with confusion all over his face. You hop out of bed, hurrying down the hallway.
“Where is she?” You hear your ex say. His voice sends a shiver down your spine, grimacing as you remember what your last encounter entailed. Chris is right behind you, his face red with anger. He’s never met your ex boyfriend before, but he doesn’t have to to know that he’s a piece of shit.
You walk into the living room, watching Scott block Tyler’s view of you. “You’re not going anywhere near her, buddy. Get the hell out of my house,”
Tyler looks down at Scott, smirking. “Oh, yeah? What are you going to do if I don’t, twink?”
Anger flashes through your body as you watch him put his hands on Scott, pushing him backward. Scott fights to push him back, but Chris quickly steps in, leaving you exposed. “Hey! Get your hands off of him!” He shouts, stepping in the middle of the boys.
Tyler jerks his head up to see where the voice is coming from, looking Chris up and down. He smirks, taking a step back. “I take it you’re the guy that’s fucking this twink, huh?”
With that, you step up, anger fueling your body. He has no right to come into their house and insult them. You can’t stand Tyler, you want him out.“You need to leave, now, Tyler,” You say, trying your best to keep your voice steady.
It’s hard to look him in the eyes, especially when he’s stared you down while choking you before. You feel your body shaking, but you won’t let him know how he’s affecting you. Chris keeps a careful eye on you, making sure you’re okay.
“Well, well, well… moved on already, have we?” Tyler mocks, darting his eyes between you and Chris. You can see the gears turning in his head, causing your stomach to twist. If Tyler even thinks there’s something going on between you and Chris, he’ll lose it. Tyler still looks at you as his property, property that no one else should touch.
You quickly shake your head, swallowing the lump in your throat. “No, it’s not like that. We’re just friends,” You say, watching Chris out of the corner of your eye. It’s obvious to him what you’re doing, but it shouldn’t be this way.
Maybe you are just friends. Maybe the kiss meant nothing to you. But you shouldn’t be scared to tell your ex-boyfriend that you’ve moved on.
Chris steps up, looking Tyler up and down. “No, we’re not just friends. I think you need to leave now,” He says, darting his eyes over to you. Your heart sinks, a sick feeling settling deep in your stomach.
You don’t need Chris to fight your battles. You can do it on your own. If you don’t want your ex boyfriend to know you’ve moved on, you shouldn’t be forced to tell him.
Tyler rolls his eyes, staring you down. “You’ll come back to me,” He deadpans, letting you know how serious he is. Without another word, he walks out, leaving you three in the living room.
Scott instantly wraps you in his arms, pulling you close. “Are you okay?” He asks, pulling away from you. You nod, unable to find your voice just yet. You turn to look at Chris, anger bubbling in your stomach.
You walk up to him, shoving him back with your hands. “Why the fuck did you do that?” You ask, furrowing your eyebrows. Chris stares at you, just as confused as you are. You like Chris, he did the right thing.
So why are you mad?
For once, you just wanted to be your own person. You just wanted to stand up to Tyler once.
And part of you might be scared to actually let go of Tyler. He’s all you’ve ever known. Without him, you don’t have a home. Without him, you don’t have anyone that loves you.
Maybe part of you wanted to hold onto him for just a little longer.
Tears well up in your eyes as your bottom lip trembles, the reality of it all finally hitting you. Chris mouths a quick ‘get out’ to Scott, who’s trying to figure everything out. He rushes into his room, giving you the privacy you need.
“What did I do wrong, y/n? Just tell me,” Chris begs, grabbing your wrists in his hands. You look up at him, sniffling, trying to stop the tears from flowing.
“I’m alone,” You whisper, your heart breaking all over again. Without Tyler, you don’t know who you are. You changed so much just for him to want you, to love you. Who are you if you’re not loved by Tyler?
Chris lets go of your hands, pulling you close to his chest. “You’re not alone, y/n. Scott loves you, you’re his best friend!” He reminds you, resting his chin on the top of your head. You feel him nervously gulp as you snuggle deeper into his chest, the exhaustion from the adrenaline rush finally setting in.
“A-and I know we’ve only really known each other for a couple of weeks, but I really like you. As long as you’re here, you’re never going to be alone,” Chris reassures you, rubbing your back.
You sigh a sigh of relief, letting your guard down.
You might not have Tyler, but you have something even better now.
Summary: When Scott offered you a room at his brothers house, you never thought it would turn into this
Warning: mentions of domestic abuse, a lot of awkwardness,
A/n:
Scott throws his head back laughing, popping another piece of popcorn back in his mouth. Chris leans back in his chair, his hand smacking against his chest.
“You’ll never believe what happened after that,” Scott says, earning another round of laughter out of their friends. It’s Thanksgiving night, meaning everyone’s come over to Chris’s house after their family dinners.
It’s been a tradition for as long as they can remember. Despite living in the same city as Chris, Scott always ends up crashing there for the entire month of December… And maybe a little of January, too.
He doesn’t like being alone during the holidays, what can he say?
Scott’s attention turns toward his lap whenever his phone starts vibrating, your picture popping up on his screen. “Sh, everybody be quiet,” He orders, standing up from his seat.
The laughter dies down as Scott takes the call, his eyebrows furrowing when he hears you sniffling. “Y/n, what’s going on?”
You sniffle again, wiping your cheeks with your hand. “I uh, need a place to stay,” You say, your voice breaking.
Chris says something in the background to make the crowd laugh, so Scott covers the speaker with his hand and politely (not so politely) tells them to shut up. He turns his attention back to you, on high alert.
He’s been dreading this call for years. Actually, for as long as he’s known you. Because the whole time he’s known you, you’ve been with your scum bag boyfriend. The only reason he lets you hang out with Scott is because he’s gay.
Otherwise, you’re not allowed to do anything you want to.
Scott sighs, his heart breaking for you. “I’m not home, but I’ll give you Chris’s address,” He says, getting Chris’s attention.
Chris laughs and wiggles his eyebrows, looking back over at his friends. “Scott must be desperate, sending his booty call over to his brothers house,”
Scott ignores the comment, quickly giving you the address. He knows you don’t have time to answer questions, so he’ll sort that out later. Once he knows you’re safe and in your car, he hangs up, walking toward the door and opening it.
“Everybody, out,” He says, motioning his hand out the door. They all start muttering, looking back and forth at Chris. Chris stands up, furrowing his eyebrows.
“Scott, what the hell are you doing? You’re ruining the party,” He says, watching as his friends defeatedly gather their things and walk out of the door, murmuring under their breath.
Scott runs his fingers through his hair, shutting the door behind him. “Do you care if I have a friend stay here with me? She needs my help,” Scott pleads, his voice breaking.
Chris holds his frown, but softens his face. He’s not seen Scott like this in a long time. He doesn’t really like company, but any friend of Scott’s is a friend of his. Chris sighs, his shoulders dropping.
“Yeah, she can stay as long as she needs,”
Scott breathes out a quick thank you, relaxing momentarily. Chris sits back down on the couch, looking over at his baby brother. “What’s going on with her?” He asks, reaching in the popcorn bowl.
Scott shakes his head, standing next to the door, just in case you need him. “She’s with a pretty shit guy. I don’t know what happened, but one can only assume…”
Chris slowly nods, a lump forming in his throat. He thinks of his sisters, hell, even his brother, going through something like that. Before he can think about it longer, a knock comes at the door.
Scott jumps to answer the door, revealing you standing in the doorway. Your cheeks are red, but your eye is black. It’s obvious you’ve been crying.
You stand at the door with your bags around your feet, your heart broken in your chest. As soon as you see Scott, you choke out a sob, stumbling forward and wrapping your arms around his neck. You hadn’t realized just how scared you were when the adrenaline was running your body.
It’s only now that you’re able to cry, safe in Scott’s arms.
Scott wraps his arms around you, pulling back and brushing the hair away from your face. “Oh, honey… Chris, get her bags,” Scott says, helping you to the kitchen. Chris hurries over to the doorframe, his eyes landing on yours.
You pull your eyes away from his, not wanting him to see you this way. You’ve met Chris before, thanks to the various parties Scott throws. You’ve never been able to spend more than five minutes with Chris, worried Tyler would see and get threatened.
Scott leads you to the kitchen, reaching in the freezer and pulling out an ice pack. You rest against the counter, sniffling, trying to pull yourself together. “It all happened so fast,” You whisper, watching as Chris carries your bags in his spare room.
Scott tuts, shaking his head. He holds the ice pack to your eye, his own eyes watering. “It’ll be the last time it ever happens, you hear me?” He asks, his voice stern.
You don’t respond, instead, moving your hand to hold the ice pack on your eye. Chris comes into the kitchen, crossing his arms over his chest. He’s staring at you, but he won’t say anything. Scott sees you staring back at him, practically shrinking inside yourself.
“Chris, can you go somewhere?” Scott asks– orders.
—-
“Why didn’t you tell me it was her?” Chris asks, struggling to keep his voice quiet. He’s leaning against the kitchen counter, watching as Scott tries to clean up.
Scott shakes his head, shrugging his shoulders. “I didn’t think it mattered, Chris.” He mutters, huffing. He’s clearly annoyed with his big brother. He gawked at you the whole time, until you went to bed.
That’s the last thing you need right now.
“Of course, it matters! You know that–”
“That you’re hopelessly in love with her?” Scott finishes, turning to face Chris. His face heats up as he scoffs. He’s not… Hopelessly in love with you.
He just hadn’t been able to stop thinking about you since he first met you two years ago. You were alone at the party, the only time he’s ever seen you alone. You’d both been drinking, so maybe there were some flirty exchanges. But you never went any further than that, insisting you had a boyfriend at home.
“I’m not in love with her,” He starts, but Scott interrupts. “Oh, please! Ever since that night, you’ve been going to every one of my parties. You act like it’s just to be supportive, but I know you’re really trying to run into her again,”
Chris blushes, dropping his eyes to the floor. Scott’s not wrong, but Chris wasn’t aware he was so painfully obvious.
—-
You hum along to the classical music, closing your eyes as you stir the pasta into the sauce. Scott went out with friends today, leaving you home. Thankfully, Chris went back to work, meaning you had the house to yourself.
Chris normally doesn’t get home until late, so you thought you’d have dinner ready for you and Scott. You dance around in your sweats, in awe of how much happier this house is. You can’t remember the last time you felt like singing, especially while cooking.
Cooking was made to feel like a chore when you were with your ex, something you had to get perfectly right. It was something that was expected of you. You didn’t have time for dancing, too scared you would set him off. The house smells like creamy pasta, sending your stomach rumbling.
It’s not exactly a winter meal, but it’ll have to do. It’s cold outside, the snow falling down from the trees. Thanksgiving has come and gone, leaving only a couple of weeks before Christmas. You’re not sure what you’re going to get Scott, nothing you could get him would repay him for what he’s doing.
While the bruises have healed, your heart still aches. You push the thoughts back deep into your mind, focusing on the way the front door creaks. “Scott?” You call out, swaying your hips to the music. You add more spices to the sauce, humming along to the music.
You don’t get a response, but you continue talking over the music. “Thanks for leaving me alone with Chris,” You say, sarcastically. You’ve been open with Scott about how hot you think his brother is, even though Scott just gags. You’d never been able to do anything about it before, but now it’s all you can think about.
You see him first thing in the morning, when he stumbles into the kitchen, mumbling a ‘good morning’. You see him when he gets out of the shower, his hair dripping water down his back. You see him every second of the day; he’s kind of getting hard to ignore.
“If I had to look at his abs one more time, I think I would’ve creamed my pants,” You add, laughing under your breath. You know Scott is gagging, you just have to see his fa–
Oh, my, god.
Chris is standing at the kitchen, his eyebrows raised, a smirk on his lips. His cheeks are red from the cold air, or maybe from the fact you just admitted to having a thing for him.
Your heart drops into your stomach, your cheeks heating up. “Oh, I’m so sorry… I didn’t think you’d be home so early,” You mutter, biting your bottom lip between your teeth.
Chris smiles at you, his eyes tearing away from you. Home. You know you don’t mean it like this, but Chris can’t help but think you’ve gotten comfortable living with him.
“Yeah, I got done early,” He answers, stuffing his hands in his pockets. He watches as you shift your weight, clearly feeling the awkwardness in this moment.
You stare blankly ahead, not sure what to do. Should you get in your car and drive to Mexico? Should you just go outside and bury yourself? There’s no way you’re gonna be able to look at Chris ever again.
Chris clears his throat, walking past you, peering into the pan. “Scott called and said he’d be staying the night at a friend’s house, so it’ll just be me and you,” He says, his cheeks still red.
The music still plays in the background, the faint sound of 'Honey Dove’ playing over the speaker. Chris hums along, jogging you out of your thoughts. “Dinner’s almost ready, if you want to eat with me,” You say, your voice quiet.
Chris looks up at you, a smile on his pink lips. “Yeah, I’d like that,”
______
You wait patiently at the table for Chris to get out of the shower and join you, tapping your socked foot against the cold floor. You’re sitting at the table, listening to the shower water cut off. You try not to think about what Chris is doing right now, knowing you’re only going to hurt yourself.
Chris would never.
You’ve seen the kinds of girls he’s gone out with, you’re nothing like them.
You snap out of your thoughts as Chris walks into the kitchen, his white t shirt clinging to his chest. His hair is still wet, but dry enough to not drip down his shoulders. Your eyes scan his body until you get to his pants…
His grey sweats.
You gulp, dropping your eyes to the food in front of you. The steam from the noodles floats up and hits your face, the smell flooding your nostrils.
“Smells good,” Chris mutters, sitting in front of you.
With the music playing in the background, the snow on the ground, and the awkwardness of it all, you’d almost say this was a first date. You watch as Chris digs in, a small moan coming out of his mouth.
“You made this?” He asks, washing his food down with a glass of water. You silently nod, your voice failing you.
You’re not sure why you’re so… Nervous. This isn’t a date, this is just a casual dinner with someone who just so happens to be the hottest man you’ve ever seen in your life.
You wish Scott was here to break up the awkwardness.
Several moments go by, silence filling the room as you and Chris eat dinner. You’re trying your best to avoid eye contact, not wanting to make this any more awkward.
“How long are you going to stay?” Chris asks, his eyes meeting yours. Your heart drops in your stomach as you clear your throat, trying to find an answer. You hadn’t even thought about the fact that Chris probably doesn’t want you around.
Afterall, Scott goes back home after the new year, you’ll have to find a place before that. You’ve not even been looking for anywhere to go, you’ve just made yourself comfortable in Chris’s home. “Oh, uh, Scott told me to stay as long as I needed. I’m out of a job right now, my ex didn’t want me to work, but I can find something. I can be out pretty soon, I just did–”
Chris reaches out his hand, touching yours. You shut your mouth, your eyes dropping to where your hands meet. “Hey, you don’t have to be in any rush. I actually like you being here,” He admits, a slight blush on his cheeks.
Your heart races, trying to keep your hand perfectly still. You don’t want him to think he’s making you uncomfortable, you like feeling him on your skin.
“It can get lonely around here,”
You scoff, raising your eyebrow. “I don’t believe that for a second,” You say, standing up to gather the plates. You lean over the table, picking Chris’s plate up. He keeps his eyes on you as you walk to the sink, turning the water on.
“You don’t?” He asks, standing up. He follows you to the sink, leaning against it, crossing his arms across his chest.
“Nope,” You say, popping the ‘p’.
“And why’s that?” He asks, cocking his head to the side. You wash the dishes, your hands soapy.
“Because,” You say, your cheeks heating up. “Look at you,”
You don’t understand how he’s not swimming in people wanting to be with him. You halfway expected there to be a line out his front door, people dying to get in here and to be with him. Every time you’ve seen him at Scott’s parties, he’d been alone, talking you up in the corner.
You never quite understood why you never saw him with people, but you settled on the possibility of him not being a relationship kind of guy.
Chris laughs, throwing his head back. “Look at me?” He repeats, trying to catch his breath from laughing. You can’t help but laugh along, thanks to his contagious laugh.
“Yes! I find it very hard to believe that you ever get lonely,” You say, drying your hands off. You turn to face Chris. who’s moved closer to you. You look up at him, a smile still on his face.
The laugher subsides, the smiles fading. Chris’s face is less than an inch from yours, sparking a fire deep in your belly. The music is still playing low in the background, setting the scene for a perfect kiss.
As if reading your mind, Chris leans forward, his nose almost touching yours. You close your eyes, preparing yourself for the best moment of your life. You can already feel yourself falling, unlike ever before.
Chris’s breath fans over your face as he exhales, preparing to kiss you.
“Ugh, I am NEVER using Grindr again. A complete bust. Wasted time and wasted gas,” Scott groans, slamming the door behind him. Your eyes fly open as you jump, jerking your head over to the door.
Chris backs up, staring at the door. Scott is oblivious, rambling on and on about how he had the worst lay of his life. You look back over at Chris, who looks almost pained by the interruption.
You can’t say you’re not upset… You almost had the best kiss of your life. Scott walks up to you, pulling at your arm. “Come on, I’ve got to tell you all about it,” He says, leading you into the spare room.
You look over your shoulder, your heart skipping a beat as Chris winks at you, letting you know he’s not done with you.
Summary: Feeling a bit jealous after having seen pictures of Chris kissing someone else for work. Could there be more to it than just jealousy?
Warnings: None. Bit angsty feeling maybe.
Word count : 845
A/N= No proof reading. A short one, I know I’ve been posting less frequently lately which I hate but the inspiration and the ‘drive’ to write is hard to come by for the time being.
Author Note :
I do NOT give permission for my work to be re-posted, translated, or published on other sites than on my Tumblr. Comments, likes and reblogs are however much appreciated and humbly welcomed.
While you’re here:
Feel free to check out my other stories. Here –> Master List.
You were sitting on the bed in Chris’ hotel room. You’d taken some days off from work so you could go to DC to visit Chris. However, when you got there, you were greeted with less joyous pictures all over the internet. You tried letting it go because you knew that it’s his job and only a job. Still didn’t change that fact that it wasn’t that awesome watching your boyfriend making out with someone else.
Summary: Feeling a bit jealous after having seen pictures of Chris kissing someone else for work. Could there be more to it than just jealousy?
Warnings: None. Bit angsty feeling maybe.
Word count : 845
A/N= No proof reading. A short one, I know I’ve been posting less frequently lately which I hate but the inspiration and the ‘drive’ to write is hard to come by for the time being.
Author Note :
I do NOT give permission for my work to be re-posted, translated, or published on other sites than on my Tumblr. Comments, likes and reblogs are however much appreciated and humbly welcomed.
While you’re here:
Feel free to check out my other stories. Here –> Master List.
You were sitting on the bed in Chris’ hotel room. You’d taken some days off from work so you could go to DC to visit Chris. However, when you got there, you were greeted with less joyous pictures all over the internet. You tried letting it go because you knew that it’s his job and only a job. Still didn’t change that fact that it wasn’t that awesome watching your boyfriend making out with someone else.
Chris came back from filming later that evening pleased to see you’d arrived. He greeted you like always with a long embrace and a kiss just as nice. However, it didn’t feel quite right. Something was off. And as the evening progressed it became very clear to Chris that something was very off. You didn’t seem as happy about being in DC like he’d thought. Normally whenever you’d come see him during filming it was the greatest thing in the world because it was something you both looked forward to and enjoyed immensely. But this time something was up.
So, watching you from across the room, Chris decided he needed to take action.
“Why the sour face?”
“Shut up.”
Chris couldn’t help snickering a bit at your remark.
“Ohh. Now, I know someone’s in a sour mood.”
You hid your face in your pillow. You felt the bed dip and became aware of his presence next to you on the bed. You could feel Chris’ hand on your lower back rubbing it softly.
“C'mon, bubs…talk to me”
“You’re gonna laugh at me”
“Nah, of you? Never.”
You rolled over on your side facing Chris. Face still nestled in the pillow.
“I saw the pictures and videos from set today.”
“Oh.”
“It’s just -”
“Work.”
“I know! But still - not the greatest thing to wake up to seeing your boyfriend making out with someone else on a freaking boardwalk. Looking all loved up. I mean, you look like this amazing power-couple. And I know that you got great chemistry from filming ‘Knives out’ and then she couldn’t even keep her hands off you. So forgive me for feeling a bit put off-”
You watched Chris scrunch his face trying to refrain from laughing. You sat up pulling the pillow with you, planting several pillow-punches towards Chris
“See!? You said you wouldn’t laugh… Asshole.”
“Babe, I’m sorry I just find it hard to believe that you’d be jealous of Ana.”
“Oh!? Well sure, why wouldn’t I be jealous of someone so gorgeous, funny, smart, pretty, body like -”
“Y/N, seriously”
“Yeah, seriously. Of course, I’m jealous and -”
You took a deep breath as you stared down at your hands folded under the pillow. You didn’t dare to look at Chris as the truth crept up on you. Your cheeks felt warm and you pondered whether or not to tell him the entirety of the situation.
“I’m not like her or any other Hollywood star…I’m just plain old me. Nothing special or anything over the top.”
“Y/N…”
“Chris, you could have anyone and- Yes, maybe it comes off as jealousy but… Sometimes I don’t know if I’m good enough for you or even worthy of your love. I’m just me.”
“Don’t be stoopid.”
You let out a small scoff at your boyfriend hearing his Bostonian accent come out. You glanced at him quickly before averting your attention elsewhere.
But he saw it that very second. Chris’ face softened as he saw the look on your face.
You hid your face in your pillow once more feeling embarrassed, upset and now ‘stoopid’.
“Hey, look at me please.”
Face still closely nestled in the pillow, you turned your head so you could look at him. You saw there was no goofy smile or grin. He looked very serious. His blue eyes piercing into yours.
Chris laid down, on his side facing you.
“You’re not enough-”
Your eyes turned glossy the second he said the words.
“- You’re everything and so much…so much more than enough.”
You let out small gasp not realizing you’d been holding your breath. Chris snuggled closer to you, taking your hands in his. He pulled your hands to him, pressing soft kisses on the back of your hands. Your eyes welled up at his words and the gesture.
“You’re right… You’re just you. And ‘just’ you is what it is. It’s the woman that I fell in love with. That is everything that I want. I don’t want anybody else. Why on earth would I want someone else?”
You couldn’t help the watery laugh coming from you. Chris leaned down, kissing your forehead before pressing a long, soft kiss on your lips. You melted into the kiss inching closer to him. Chris wrapped his arms around you pulling you even closer. You felt him caressing your back as you buried your face in the crook of his neck breathing in his scent.
“I love you.”
He whispered in your ear holding you close. You could see and feel the love Chris felt for you.
Summary: The best cure for insomnia = Chris Trigger Warnings : Strong mature content. SMUT. Language ! Word Count : 1,455
Author Note :
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You’d been downplaying it. As you got in bed, the first hour or so, you hadn’t been able to settle down and fall asleep. Chris noticed it but you kept saying it was nothing. You told him to go to sleep.
Now, you were lying in bed looking over at Chris who was still sound asleep. You didn’t want to wake him up. But you’d been awake for several hours now, nowhere near getting some sleep. You had tried meditative music, walking around downstairs hoping to tire yourself… Nothing helped. Nothing worked.
There was one thing that always helped you fall right asleep… Well, several things could help you fall asleep.
Summary: The best cure for insomnia = Chris Trigger Warnings : Strong mature content. SMUT. Language ! Word Count : 1,455
Author Note :
I do NOT give permission for my work to be re-posted, translated, or published on other sites than on my Tumblr. Comments, likes and reblogs are however much appreciated and humbly welcomed.
While you’re here: Feel free to check out my other stories. Here –> Master List.
You’d been downplaying it. As you got in bed, the first hour or so, you hadn’t been able to settle down and fall asleep. Chris noticed it but you kept saying it was nothing. You told him to go to sleep.
Now, you were lying in bed looking over at Chris who was still sound asleep. You didn’t want to wake him up. But you’d been awake for several hours now, nowhere near getting some sleep. You had tried meditative music, walking around downstairs hoping to tire yourself… Nothing helped. Nothing worked.
There was one thing that always helped you fall right asleep… Well, several things could help you fall asleep.
Him. His body. His touch. Him. His embrace. His love. Him. His cock. His arms. Him. Specifically his cock.
After some good fucking it always put you right to sleep. Or a great orgasm.
The more you thought about it the more desperate you got. You could make out the outline of his entire body as he laid there next to you oblivious to you and your mind.
You considered bringing out your little vibrator to relieve yourself. But that would wake him up and you knew he needed his sleep having started filming. You didn’t want to bother him with your neediness.
Then you rolled onto your side a bit further away from his sleeping form. Your hand crept below the covers and down your panties. You began circling your clit, slow strokes. You’d gotten a bit wet from earlier when looking at Chris and thinking about him.
Closing your eyes, you started fantasizing about you and Chris. Your hand worked well but after some minutes… nothing happened. You couldn’t make yourself come.
You grew even more desperate.
You spit in your hand trying to see if you needed more lubrication. Nothing. Your changed patterns. Nothing. Speed. Nothing. Pressure. Nothing.
You let out a hiss of frustration. You tried flicking yourself down there. Chris had done it before where it sent a spark through you. Now, as you tried copying him, nothing happens. Absolutely fucking nothing.
You glanced over your shoulder looking at Chris who seemed to be sleeping still. You were surprised that you hadn’t woken him up considering who you’d been squirming and wiggling.
You tried once more, your hand growing tired and your willpower giving up.
“Do you need a hand?” His voice was hoarse from sleeping.
Your body shook and then stilled, startled by Chris. You slowly arched your neck, locking eyes with him.
“How long have you been awake?” Your own voice was timid and dry.
“Long enough.”
Shame and embarrassment filled you as he stared at you. His blue eyes pierced into yours in the almost dark room. You wanted to die…. But most importantly you wanted to come preferably before dying due to acting like a shameless hoe.
“So, does my girl need a hand?”
“Yes…”
You looked elsewhere trying to avoid his eyes.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, please.”
“Good girl.”
You moaned at his words and instantly you were pinned underneath him. He hovered over you as he pulled down your panties completely. You were already squirming and panting in anticipation.
“So desperate… so needy.”
Your thighs trembled as one hand disappeared between your bodies. Your legs went around his waist. You sucked in a sharp inhale as his large hand cupped your sex shortly followed by his thumb grazing your clit. And just like that…You were getting wetter by the seconds. The moment from when he touched you. He dragged his fingers up and down your wet folds.
“You want to come?”
“Yess, please”
“Hmmm… Saw how you practically dry-humped the bed like some dumb girl.”
You let out a soft cry as he continued to tease you.
“I couldn’t- couldn’t fall asleep. An- an orgasm normally helps.”
“Yeah, I know… - You should’ve asked me for help.”
“Mhmm…”
You let out a soft wail as he studied you whilst grazing your waiting and desperate core.
“Hmm, so why didn’t you ask?” Your moan turned into a groan as he slowed down his hand.
You whined like the pathetic horny bitch you were. You tried urging him on, grabbing his hand only to have your hands pulled up above your head. Chris held onto your wrists with one hand while the other supported his weight.
“No, no, no. If you had done the right thing and been the good girl I know you can be, you would’ve said…”
“Chris!”
You tried rolling your hips against him in vain. He wouldn’t budge.
“Ah ah, not what I was looking for.”
Chris let go of your hands but gave you a look that told you to keep them above your head still.
The hand slowly moved down towards your aching core.
“What were you going to say then?”
“Please, fuck me. Help me fall asleep-OH, God!”
He began fucking you with his thick finger.
“Yes… what else?”
Chris placed kisses in the column of your neck as you continued squirming underneath him.
“Chris, I need you to Fuck me-”
“Hmmm, that’s good…and yet you didn’t?”
You whined… he was now torturing you slowly.
“I’m sorry… I didn’t want to burden you.”
“Hmm.”
Chris quickened his movements making you moan.
“Hey, look at me.”
You opened your eyes, finding him staring at you.
“You’re never a burden to me…Do you hear me?”
“Mhm-OH.”
You tried focusing which became harder and harder as you were inching closer to your climax.
Chris replaced his wet fingers with his throbbing cock. He slid right in. Your heat welcomed the lovely intrusion. Like always. ‘Oh mother of God, he just slipped right in.’
Your hands went around his neck holding onto him as he moved inside you. Precise and smooth movements. You shudder as one of his hands dips down between the two of you, finding your clit. He kept thrusting in and out keeping a steady rhythm. He kissed you, taking your breath away. You moaned into his mouth as his tongue sought out yours. It was a battle of dominance that you were more than willing to lose.
You were seeing stars. He sped up as you started quivering underneath him. Your walls gripped him ever so tightly. You were close.
You came with loud moans of pleasure. You felt tears pricking your eyes finally having reached your much needed climax. Chris kept lazily thrusting trying to squeeze every last bit of your orgasm out. You clenched around him making him hiss. Chris collapsed on top of you, face in the crook of your neck kissing the soft skin. He felt your heart beating wildly in your chest. You felt him caress the side of your face as you came down from your high. You felt tingly all over.
Afterwards, Chris stayed where he was. He moved slightly so you could both lie comfortably. Tangled up with each other. He did however stay inside you, softening cock inside your vagina.
“I think I’ll stay right here…Hmm?”
You softly let out a hum in agreement. One leg was thrown across his hip as the other plopped down against the mattress.
Cockwarmning was something you both very much enjoyed. No secret about that.
Chris couldn’t help but gaze at your naked form before him. Your hair was surprisingly not that messed up from his hand rummaging through it moments earlier. There was a small layer of sweat coating your skin. Your lips, puffy from kissing him. Your head turned a bit sideways from where his head was. You looked blissful.
You were blissful in that moment. Well and thoroughly fucked. You were filled with his warm seed that was safely nestled inside you.
Yes, this was what you needed. The best and most wanted remedy for insomnia. ‘God yes, this was it’ you thought in your haze. You could feel yourself slipping further into a light slumber.
Chris moved again bringing you with him so that he was on his back and you were lying halfway on top of him. Still connected. Still heavenly connected. You let out a small whine but cuddled up to him. One hand drew patterns on your bare back.
“Y/N.”
You lifted your head slightly so you could look at him before falling asleep.
“I meant what I said… - There’s nothing that you could ever do or say that would bother me- You’re never going to be a burden to me. Okay?”
He grabbed your chin with his one hand.
“Mmm, okay.”
“Okay?”
You hummed.
Chris placed a kiss on your lips which you reciprocated gladly. He tugged you even closer as he gave you one last long kiss.
Summary: Something that shouldn’t be cute but really is the cutest ever.
Word count : 440 (SHORT)
Trigger warnings : None? Language, use of a few swear words. Other than that = FLUFF for the win!
Another note til you all
I haven’t posted or written much lately. I’ve been very much off Tumblr and only read stuff here rather than actively posting… Life’s been hard recently and I’ve needed some time off dealing with a lot. Grieving is a hard and long process but I’ve always used creative writing as an outlet and now I’m hoping to return to that.
Hopefully, there’s still people out there willing to continue reading my work.
Thanks a lot. ❤
Author Note :
I do NOT give permission for my work to be re-posted, translated, or published on other sites than on my Tumblr. Comments, likes and reblogs are however much appreciated and humbly welcomed.
While you’re here :
Feel free to check out my other stories. Here —> Master List.
“C'mon, honey it’s cute as hell and you know it.”
You narrow your eyes at your proud looking boyfriend. He seems pretty happy about it. No shame at all.
“No, Chris. It’s not really cute if you think about it.”
Summary: Something that shouldn’t be cute but really is the cutest ever.
Word count : 440 (SHORT)
Trigger warnings : None? Language, use of a few swear words. Other than that = FLUFF for the win!
Another note til you all
I haven’t posted or written much lately. I’ve been very much off Tumblr and only read stuff here rather than actively posting… Life’s been hard recently and I’ve needed some time off dealing with a lot. Grieving is a hard and long process but I’ve always used creative writing as an outlet and now I’m hoping to return to that.
Hopefully, there’s still people out there willing to continue reading my work.
Thanks a lot. ❤
Author Note :
I do NOT give permission for my work to be re-posted, translated, or published on other sites than on my Tumblr. Comments, likes and reblogs are however much appreciated and humbly welcomed.
While you’re here :
Feel free to check out my other stories. Here —> Master List.
“C'mon, honey it’s cute as hell and you know it.”
You narrow your eyes at your proud looking boyfriend. He seems pretty happy about it. No shame at all.
“No, Chris. It’s not really cute if you think about it.”
“Aww, you loved the movie?”
“Yes, the movie where it was animated and almost cute-ish but this-”
“Y/N. You wikeit. I know it.”
“It’s just wrong but- I told you to get something cool and sweet and then this is what you do?”
“What’s so wrong about this?”
“This is the last time that I let you be in charge of costumes.”
“Y/N.”
You point to him while continuing.
“You’re nicely dressed up and then there’s these two.”
“What?”
You looked down at dodger who wiggled his tail happily next to Chris not a care in the world.
“Chris, they’re dressed up as rats!?”
“Babe! Cute rats, tho.”
Chris grinned at you, holding your almost 1 year old son in his arms. Brady, only giggled as Chris blew air on his belly making the boy squeal. He made grabby hands in your direction.
“Ain’t this the cutest rat you’ve ever seen?”
Seeing all of your boys this happy, you couldn’t fight the smile forming.
“I suppose you’re right about that.”
“But I’m serious, this is the last time that you get to dress my babies as rats.”
“Fine.”
You snapped plenty of pictures for both yours and Chris’ family knowing that they’d love them.
“Oh, wait! There’s more.”
You squint your eyes at him in confusion.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, honey - you didn’t think I forgot about you?”
“if you think I’ll be dressing up as a rat then you’re mistaken.”
“No, no. I got something else in mind. It’s on the dresser.”
You walked back into your shared bedroom where your costume was laid on top of the dresser.
‘He’s dead.’
A while later…
“Ayy, look at mommy. Doesn’t she look good?”
Brady let out some happy babbles.
“Really, Chris?”
“Yeah! It completes the whole thing.”
You shot him a look yet a smile on your face.
“I don’t know if I would more rather be dressed up as a rat than this. I feel-”
“Super cuteeee just like the rest of us.”
You managed to snap some group pictures of the four of you. It did look good. Oddly enough.
“But I still think you would’ve made a damn good looking rat.”
You slapped his bicep with your toy spoon.
“Don’t be cute.”
“Can’t. It’s in my genes.”
He smiled cheeky at you before pointing to your son who looked just as cute and happy.
(** The pics are what I pictured in my head when I wrote it. It’s hella cute tho.**) AND just imagine Dodger in a rat costume as well.
Summary : Reader being less affectionate towards him. He thinks he’s in trouble. Maybe, he is or is about to?
Warnings : Use of one curse word.
Word count : 790 ish
Author Note :
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While you’re here : Feel free to check out my other stories. Here –> Master List.
Chris was on edge. It wasn’t right. ‘How could you just sit there, like that?’ You were absent-minded, staring out the window as the car softly hummed. He was biting his tongue trying not to say anything.
However he couldn’t take it anymore, any longer when he saw how you scooted further away and curled up into yourself.
“Alright, are we going to talk about this?”
You slowly turned facing Chris, unfazed.
“About what?”
“That thing that’s clearly bothering you. Cos something is wrong.”
Summary : Reader being less affectionate towards him. He thinks he’s in trouble. Maybe, he is or is about to?
Warnings : Use of one curse word.
Word count : 790 ish
Author Note :
I do NOT give permission for my work to be re-posted, translated, or published on other sites than on my Tumblr. Comments, likes and reblogs are however much appreciated and humbly welcomed.
While you’re here : Feel free to check out my other stories. Here –> Master List.
Chris was on edge. It wasn’t right. ‘How could you just sit there, like that?’ You were absent-minded, staring out the window as the car softly hummed. He was biting his tongue trying not to say anything.
However he couldn’t take it anymore, any longer when he saw how you scooted further away and curled up into yourself.
“Alright, are we going to talk about this?”
You slowly turned facing Chris, unfazed.
“About what?”
“That thing that’s clearly bothering you. Cos something is wrong.”
You glance at him.
“Nothing is wrong? Should there be something wrong?”
Chris gave you a sideways look as he drove.
“You tell me.”
There was a moment of silence. You remained quiet.
“Y/N.”
“What?”
“Did I do something to upset you or make you mad?”
“Do I seem mad or upset?”
“Well… No not really but I know something is off because-”
You shake your head a bit still not following your boyfriend.
“Y/N, we’ve been driving for like 40 minutes and you’re just sitting there quietly… Silent and-”
“Am I not allowed to do that? Enjoy some peace and quiet?”
“We don’t do that.”
You quirk your eyebrows at him, now completely lost.
“We don’t what? Know how to be quiet?”
“Yeah, we’re the exact opposite, Y/N. We’re a loud couple.”
You let out a small hum.
“Okayyy, well maybe all the more reason why I might enjoy me some quiet time.”
“Okay but if it’s only that… I just feel like there’s something wrong.”
“Chris, there’s nothing wrong. We’re fine, you’re fine and I’m fine. Okay?”
“Okay.”
Chris wasn’t convinced.
“But still, okay the peace and quiet I sort of get but you haven’t touched me once since we got in the car.”
You turn so you can face him a little better, questionable look on your face.
“What?”
“You’re normally way more affectionate when we’re driving. You’re always somehow touching me.”
“Ookay, then maybe I’m just not in the affectionate mood today and would just like to sit here enjoying the ride while being content.”
“Bull, we’re an affectionate couple, always have been. Which I dig, obviously.”
You can’t help but narrow your eyes a bit at him.
“You seem to have many opinions on what we are as a couple.”
“And I’m right.”
“What-okay, whatever you say, Chris. It’s nothing. I’m just tired and just want to sit back and relax for the rest of the ride.”
Chris glanced over at your form. You were curling up on the seat.
“Y/N.”
“Chris. For the last time, nothing is wrong and I’m- okay, feeling content right now.”
“Content?”
“Yes, exactly.”
“But if that was true, I’m pretty sure that you’d be touching me either your hand on my thigh or on my arm like usually.”
“God, Chris. Please, we’re fine. Okay, I love you. -”
You reached over placing a chaste kiss on his cheek before settling in, trying to get comfortable.
“Now - Let’s just chill.”
Chris wanted to. He wanted nothing more but… He squirmed in his seat.
“Are you kidding me!? I can feel your eyes piercing into my skin.”
“Honey, it’s just-”
“Didn’t we just park this conversation?”
“You did.”
“Chris, please… Can we not?”
“I’m just saying that if everything truly was great and everything- then you’d be curled up to me, touching me somehow and you’re not-”
“Oh my God, is that what it’ll take for you to shut up?”
“What?”
“If I put my hand on your thigh will you kindly let me relax and enjoy the rest of ride in peace and quiet?”
“Yes.”
Chris was dead serious. He answered promptly.
“Okay, then I’ll do that then.”
“Great.”
Chris was grinning at you.
“Great!”
You huff out loud.
“I swear if you say one more -”
“Just do it.”
You scooted closer so that you could reach your left hand out and place it on his strong and firm thigh.
“There! Are you happy now?”
“Very.”
You rolled your eyes a bit and leaned your head backwards resting your eyes. You felt Chris’ larger hand covering yours gripping it firmly.
“You’re a piece of work, you know that?”
You look at him, catching his sheepish smile. Chris brings your hand to his lips, kissing the back of your hand.
“And just think, you could’ve saved yourself a whole lot of time and trouble if you’d just given me your hand to begin with.”
Chris rubbed the back of your hand that was now placed back on the top of his thigh. On its rightful place.
“You little…”
You grumbled under your breath. Still, you couldn’t stop the small smile on your lips as he gripped your hand tighter in his.
Summary: Chris appearing on Jimmy Fallon. To talk about his latest movie among other things.
Warnings: None. Just fluffy AF.
Word Count : 1,115
Author Note :
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“Chris Evans, ladies and gentlemen.”
Jimmy’s voice and the sound of clapping snaps Chris out of his thoughts. Chris smiles as he walks out waving at the audience in the studio.
The two men shake hands and sit down. Chris takes a sip of his water the second he’s seated.
“My man, you look great and well rested.”
“Thank you. Surprisingly so?”
The two laugh.
“So, how’s the family?”
“Oh, they’re great. Doing really well.”
“How old are your daughters again?”
“Rosie’s four years old and Addie’s two years old now.”
A picture of Chris and your kids flash on the screen behind them. The crowd goes ‘Awwwe’.
“That must be nice having 150-200 people go, ‘awww’ about your kids.”
“Yeah, it is. Mostly it’s just me and my wife doing that. So that’s nice to hear someone else doing that for a change.”
“How’s the little lady?”
“Also doing good, really good. She’s juggling those two-”
“They’re giving you a hard time?”
“No, not really but they’re real- they’re very clear about what they both want and especially what they don’t want. What they like and don’t like.”
Jimmy grins already excited about further explanation.
“Rose has always been a characteristic little girl, which she takes after the both of us I think. Mostly Y/N, I’d say.”
The audience laughs at that.
“I brought a video just to show what I mean.”
The video clip:
Rosie’s sprawled out on the floor. Dodger is lying next to her.
“Honey, you want two or three tomatoes?”
Rosie didn’t answer and Chris walked into the living room looking down at his oldest daughter.
“Rose?”
“I’m done.”
“Done with what, bub?”
Rosie vaguely motions around.
“Every thing.”
Chris chuckles and says
“You really are your mother’s daughter.”
Both Chris’ and your laughter is heard in the background.
End of video clip:
The audience and Jimmy are all laughing.
“So, Rose’s is charismatic, I can tell.”
“Y/N, was actually taking a picture of Rosie on the floor and then she just filmed it. Fortunately for us. I’m happy we got that on video. Never have I ever met a child like Rose. I mean, the first time she tasted a french fry, she did this sassy wiggle dance in her highchair and looked like she was about to pass out from happiness. She looked like me after a night out and then coming home to ‘pig out’.”
“Other than a little sass, she seems so great.”
The two fathers share a heartfelt smile.
“Oh, they both are. So amazing. They’re both ‘daddy’s girls’ unfortunately for my wife.”
“Ahh, I see. The same at my house.”
“The wives aren’t so thrilled about it.”
“Yeah, oddly enough no, not my biggest fan. I get it, I mean Y/N carried both girls for 9 months and went over her due-date both times and had two hard and actually difficult labors…I mean she did all of the heavy lifting, truly and I applaud her for that! Then we welcomed the kids and both their first words were ‘dadda’, so I get why Y/N sometimes wants to strangle me.”
Jimmy laughs and sips his own mug listening to Chris’ story.
“To be fair, Addie’s first word was actually ‘bobba’ probably from hearing my calling Dodger bubba all the time and then she learned to say momma.”
“Aww, so cute.”
“Yeah, I’m lucky. A lucky man who has it all.”
“So, ‘Mr. Has it all’, tell how it was filming ‘The Gray Man’…”
“Also amazing-…”
Later, at home.
“Hi! Anybody home?”
Small footsteps and paws on the floor, came in hot. Both Rosie and Addie tumbles down the hall from the sound of their daddy’s voice. Rosie and Addie dressed in their swimwear.
“Daddy!”
Chris kneels down scooping up both girls into his arms and proceeds walking further into his home.
“Y/N?”
“Out here.”
Chris follows the sound of your voice. You’re sitting outside reading on your Ipad, feet propped up on the lounge chair. Chris leans down pressing a kiss to your lips as both girls squeals.
“Daddy no!”
“What? Daddy can’t kiss mommy?”
“Nooo, swim with us.”
“Baby, it’s too cold for that.”
“No, we heat the pool.”
Chris looks down at you for an explanation. He then kneels down again, setting both girls down. Addie whimpers and clung to her father not wanting to let go. Rosie walks around the pool keeping a good amount of distance from the edge which she’d been instructed to do.
“They wanted to swim.”
“Y/N.”
You shrug your shoulders as Chris sits down next to you, still holding Addie who hid her face in the crook of his neck.
“Both Rosie and Addie threw a fit until I helped them change into their swimwear- and then I promised daddy would take care of it.”
Chris raises an eyebrow at you. Your sheepish smile melts his heart.
“Did you know?”
“Yeah, I ain’t going swimming anytime soon. Despite the fact that I may as well be a whale right now.”
Chris chuckles at your comment.
“You’re beautiful.”
With the arm that isn’t wrapped around Addie, he gently runs his hand over your swollen belly.
“Glad you think so. Remember that when I hit the 9 month mark.”
Chris only smiles at you. He reaches down pressing a kiss to your belly making your heart swoon. Addie turns in his arms looking at her mother’s belly too. With her small hands, she cradles the belly too.
“Baby.”
“Yeah, there’s a baby in there.”
Addie’s eyes go wide each time they talk about the baby.
You lean over smooching your youngest daughter’s cheek making her giggle.
“Yeah, what do you think it’ll be? A girl or a boy?”
“A girl.”
Addie wiggles in her dad’s arms and he sets her down. She sits on the mat next to the chair where some of the girls’ toys are. Both parents keep a close eye on her and the older girl who runs over shortly after. Rosie shows her Winnie the Pooh, stuffy to her parents proudly. Like they never had seen that very stuffed bear before in the lives. Wide and happy smiles.
“One more girl, huh? Talk about being outnumbered severely.”
“I wouldn’t mind another girl.”
You let out a breathless laugh and raised your hand.
“I would. I mean, imagine three teenage girls. Like Rosie is already teaching Addie how to act out.”
“What do you mean?”
“Who do you think orchestrated the hissy fit they had today?”
“Ohh.”
The parents share an exhausted but heartwarming laugh together.
“Well, maybe this one will be less sassy?”
“Oh please, like that’ll ever happen. Have you met me?”
Summary: You and Chris moving in together. You have to sort through your stuff. You come across something old, something you wrote years ago. You aren’t the only one who discovers what you’d been hiding.
Warnings: Language ! Smutty cont implied. Explicit.
Word count :2,255
**The idea came to me and I sort of just went with it. Also the pic, his facial expression is what I imagined so let’s all pretend it’s not a Ipad but a Laptop. That last line in the fic, goes out to all of the amazing writers here on Tumblr. You all amaze me. I hope you enjoy it. **
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While Chris packed up the kitchen, you moved on to your small study where you found your old notebooks from your teenage years and much more.
Time must’ve flown as you sat on the floor engrossed in some old story you wrote.
“Babe, at this rate it’ll take us forever to get done.”
You look up from the page, Chris stood by the door arms crossed but smiling at you.
“Sorry- I just found something from my high school. God, I can’t believe I won a contest with this. Luckily, my writings gotten better over the years.”
You continued to pack your stuff in the study. Most of the stuff was going to be donated or given away. Chris had made room for you in his- soon to be your office.
Suddenly you came across your old laptop. You were sure it had been thrown out. All excited and happy, you tried turning it on. Surprisingly it worked. You came across old documents and files from high school and college among family photos. You made sure to back everything up.
You ventured into your internet browser. You found your old WattPad and Tumblr user. You’d almost forgotten about that. For many years you wrote a lot of fiction and- … fanfiction. Reader insert fanfiction. You went through a quick and very brief Twilight phase and luckily your taste improved a whole lot. You wrote a bit Harry Potter and shortly dived into Marvel and DC which was a slip and slide into Actors x readers. You clicked on your old ‘Master list’.
“Hey, you about done in here?”
You closed the laptop promptly as Chris walked in.
“Yeah, I just found my old laptop and I wanted to save some old files and pictures- Something from a creative writing workshop.”
Chris squinted his eyes at you.
“That why you slammed the laptop closed? Cos of some writing?”
“Ahh yeah…- You need help in the kitchen?”
“Nah, almost done. Came looking for the tape.”
You slid the tape across the floorboards.
“Thanks. Are you hungry? I was thinking when you’re done here, we could order some pizza.”
“Yeah, actually- I can go down and get it. I should order one last Pizza from Sal’s pizza and pasta while I got the chance.”
You asked him about his order despite already knowing what he wanted. You grabbed your purse and keys.
You pulled Chris into a chaste kiss before leaving. You let out a soft hum against his lips feeling content. Chris caressed your cheek as you pulled away.
“See you in a bit.”
Silence filled the apartment. Chris went to finish the last box in the kitchen but curiosity nagged him. He couldn’t help but wonder what you’d been so desperately trying to hide on your laptop. ‘No, respect each other’s privacy.’
But then again, you told each other basically everything. ‘Didn’t you?’ he thought so. Chris walked back and forth between the kitchen and the study while trying to talk himself down. ‘Y/N, loves me and couldn’t possibly get mad at me for this seeing how we have full transparency and no secrets.’ Therefore, it shouldn’t be a problem if he snuck a little peak on your laptop. He eyed the laptop about 20 times before he let out a groan and marched into the study.
Chris sat down in your chair. ‘Nice and comfy- gotta keep this baby’ anyhow- Chris opened the laptop. There was no password. Chris was sort of expecting this to be your ‘naughty laptop’. You’d mentioned once a while back, that you had a separate laptop for certain things like porn which you would never surf on your daily and current laptop. You were paranoid and odd like that. Another thing you’d shared with him.
Chris saw several documents that he assumed were from school. His eyes danced across the screen. Then something caught his eye. Tumblr. Chris clicked on the site. It was a dashboard, your Tumblr user’s dashboard. Intrigued and curious, Chris clicked on ‘Master list’. At first, he’d thought it would be a place where you posted your original stories and such but he was surprised about this discovery. There was soooo much stuff. What caught his eye as he scrolled down, was ‘Actors x readers’.
Chris knew enough about Tumblr to know -sort of- what the platform was used for. Often he had heard a lot of people talking about it. He’d never really explored it until now that is.
Chris clicked again, and found something he hadn’t seen coming. ‘Chris Evans x reader’, there must’ve been about 20+ stories about ‘him’?
‘Well this calls for further investigation.’ Chris clicked on one of the stories. The first many stories were soft, sweet and cuddly like you were. As he scrolled further down, his eyes went wide. ‘Chris Evans x reader, SMUT’, dying to know what you’d written, he clicked on the story. As he read, his eyes got bigger and bigger. This was straight up filthy, dirty, sexy and core-shocking. Yes, Chris knew you were great with words and you were no shy girl when it came to some heavy sexting but this- ‘Damn,’ was all he could say. Sucking it all in, he read on.
You balanced the pizza boxes as you entered your soon to be old apartment. You placed the pizza on the kitchen counter and took off your jacket.
“Hey, sorry for the long wait. They mixed up some of the order but I got a butt-load of garlic bread as compensation and- OMG, what are you doing?”
Chris leaned back, hands behind his head, looking at you, wide-eyed in the doorway. You saw your laptop perched on his lap. God knows, he wasn’t playing Sims on that thing.
“Well, this is certainly some creative writing, sweetheart.”
You looked down, fiddling with your hands.
“How much have you read?”
“I read most of the ones featuring me- I glanced at the Marvel stuff too, and wasn’t a fan of the fics with Henry Cavill.”
Chris chuckled at you as your wide eyes locked with his. He then placed the laptop on the desk, and motioned for you to join him. You hang your head low wishing God would swoop down and have mercy on your soul. Chris called your name and reached a hand out for you. Slowly, you walked to him. Chris patted his thigh, you sat so both your legs were on one side of his.
“Y/N, I’m not mad or offended or anything…Actually flattered and-”
“I wrote those years ago and I wasn’t really all that social and- Wait, you’re not mad?”
“No, not at all…Maybe that you seemed to have had an infatuation with Henry Cavill as well but I can live with it. I had more stories if I’m not mistaken.”
You look up from your folded hands. There’s no signs of anger, disgust, disdain or anything like that. If anything he looks amused and unbothered.
“I feel like such a creep, Chris.”
“Why?”
“Because, I wrote them about you and you reading them wasn’t a part of my plan. It was meant to entertain other ‘thirsty CE fans/readers… - Not you, now I just feel dirty and kinda cheap.”
“Honey, writing wise what I read was really good. Not just saying that because I’m in it but they were good.”
“You think so?”
“Yeah.”
“Really?”
“Really, really.”
Chris smiled as you lifted your head, no longer sad or worried. Chris leaned forward while balancing on his chest, you did the same. It was barely a peck on the lips before you flicked him hard right on his forehead.
“Dammit, what was that for?”
“What were you doing on my computer in the first place?”
You narrowed your eyes at him leaning back. Chris offered a sheepish smile.
“What? I’m sorry, I was curious.”
“You do know what curiosity did to the cat, right?”
Chris wrapped his arms around your waist holding you.
“I do yeah- but judging from your writing, killing me isn’t your style. - No, maybe whippingme,spankingme for being a naughty boy-”
“Screw you dude- Let me go.”
You tried wiggling your way out from his strong grip. Chris only laughed at your futile attempt. At last, you gave up leaning forward to rest your head in the crook of his neck. Chris rubbed your back as the laughter quieted down.
“I hate you.”
“I know.”
You let out a small hum.
“I’m sorry for snooping. Too nosey and curious for my own good.”
“And I’m apparently a thirsty whore on a laptop. So, sorry too.”
“Do not apologize for that. Ever. ”
You leaned back, Chris kissed your lips, cheeks and jaw. You gave him a small pat on the arm, signaling him to let you up. Not entirely willingly he did. The delicious smell of pizza filled his nostrils as he followed you.
You sat on the kitchen counter eating your pizza in a comfortable silence. Chris talked a bit about how the two of you could rearrange at home in regards to furniture. You disposed of the pizza boxes and cleaned up. Looking at Chris, You didn’t miss the way his lips quirked up every now and again.
“What?”
“There was one story, involved food-”
“Chris, no! You peaked and that is it. No more and never again, are we to discuss this.”
“Okayyy.”
There was silence after that. You walked through the living room and unfolded a moving box. Chris’ smooth voice startled you as it filled the room.
“‘She trembled in his hands, both his cum and hers dripping down her thighs. Chris tightened his hand around her throat- ‘ “
You leaped across the room, when Chris read out loud from the laptop. You placed the laptop in one of the boxes and turned around facing Chris.
“I will hurt you if you utter one more word.”
Chris tried hiding his smile as you stood with both hands on your hips, giving him ‘the stern and mad’ look. Chris raised his hands, surrendering. If only.
“Now, weren’t you the one who didn’t want this to take forever? - Then help me.”
You emptied your coffee table while Chris carried the boxes from the study into the living room, stacking them together. You stretched your arms above your head and arched your back.
“ ‘ You felt hot as Chris’ strong hands glided over your naked body. He looked up at you with lust in his eyes before looking down. Your cunt glistening from his previous and ‘far-from finished- feast-’ ”
You picked up one of the throw pillows and threw it at his stupid face. Chris laughed at your pathetic attempt. Whenever you were angry, you looked as angry as a kitten. He loved that. You clicked your tongue and crossed your arms.
“Fuck it, don’t bother packing the rest. I’ll stay here and die of humiliation. Thank you and please close the door on your way out.”
You threw yourself on the couch hiding your face in the cushions. You could hear Chris chuckling behind you, soon you felt the couch dip as he laid down next to you. His hand on your back instantly.
“You aren’t going to let this go anytime soon, are you?”
“Not likely- Y/N, I’m kidding… I’ll stop or I’ll try really hard to. Call it me being envious. I could never come up with any of that. Might I add, you normally do the majority of the sexting whilst I prefer facetime cause I ain’t good with words.”
You rolled over lying on your side facing him.
“That’s a lie. Your work with ASP?”
“Hon, that’s politics. Not hot stuff exactly.”
“I bet you could make it hot. You already are doing that. Fandom be thirsting and creaming for you.”
Chris’ eyes sparkled as a mischievous smile appeared on his face.
“Speaking of ‘creaming’, there was one fic-”
You slapped your hand across his lips, silencing him.
“I ought to beat you if you don’t shut up…”
Chris raised his eyebrows at you, muffled speaking from behind your hand.
“I think I got a whip from a bachelorette party I went to years ago.”
Chris’ eyes darkened a bit briefly but you saw it and he saw that you saw it. You felt his tongue on the inside of your palm. You removed your hand slowly as Chris pulled you closer, flipping you so that you were trapped and pinned down on the couch. Chris hummed as you shivered at his hand grazing your jean-clad pussy. He looked proud as he felt your hips bucking up against his own. A low growl vibrated from his chest.
“How about that?”
‘Hmm’
Chris leaned down pressing kisses by the corner of your mouth teasing you. More like torturing you. Your arms went around his neck holding him close to you. He smirked at you.
“I guess I ain’t opposed to that seeing how all of your creative writing got me all riled up earlier.”
It was safe to say that Chris was your biggest fan and reader of your work. You didn’t write fanfiction anymore and why would you when you had the real deal. There was no fantasy that this man would say no to. He was more than happy to fulfill them. And every once in a while, the two of you would explore some creative writing on Tumblr.
Summary: Reader’s an actress who’s appearing on the Late Late Show doing the Segment, Spill or fill your guts. What could possibly go wrong?
Word count: 1,190
Warnings: Language!
Author note:
I do NOT give permission for my work to be re-posted, translated, or published on other sites than on my Tumblr. Comments, likes and reblogs are however much appreciated and humbly welcomed.
You were almost at the end of your appearance on The Late Late show with James Corden. You had yet to eat. Your two previous question were tough but you dodged the horror of having to eat the bull penis and drink Cod sperm. There were two questions left.
‘You can do this.’, you thought to yourself, confidently.
“Y/N, throughout your career, you’ve had the pleasure and opportunity to kiss quite a few handsome fellas. Amongst them is Henry Cavill, Chris Evans, Tom Hiddleston, Sebastian Stan, Eric Dane and Bradley Cooper…”
‘No, you cannot do this.’ you quickly thought afterwards.
Summary: Reader’s an actress who’s appearing on the Late Late Show doing the Segment, Spill or fill your guts. What could possibly go wrong?
Word count: 1,190
Warnings: Language!
Author note:
I do NOT give permission for my work to be re-posted, translated, or published on other sites than on my Tumblr. Comments, likes and reblogs are however much appreciated and humbly welcomed.
You were almost at the end of your appearance on The Late Late show with James Corden. You had yet to eat. Your two previous question were tough but you dodged the horror of having to eat the bull penis and drink Cod sperm. There were two questions left.
‘You can do this.’, you thought to yourself, confidently.
“Y/N, throughout your career, you’ve had the pleasure and opportunity to kiss quite a few handsome fellas. Amongst them is Henry Cavill, Chris Evans, Tom Hiddleston, Sebastian Stan, Eric Dane and Bradley Cooper…”
‘No, you cannot do this.’ you quickly thought afterwards.
You were already dreading what came next looking down at the huge-ass cow tongue in front of you. It was just so intimidating and disgusting to look at. You swore that you could smell it from below you. ‘God, damn and hell.’ You’d never felt so dreadful about a possible question.
You were pretty sure that most of the viewers and or everyone else were anxious and eager to hear your answer. There had been much speculation about you and several of your co-stars. But mostly about you and Chris seeing how many times you just happened to be spotted around the same place.
You’d been spotted with both Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan on several occasions. Your Marvel character had been crushing on Steve Rogers only to be left heartbroken and then finding comfort and possibly love in Bucky Barnes. The comic books stated the love triangle between the characters.
Nevertheless, people were stoked to hear your love-life status. You weren’t sooo keen on telling the masses.
“Rank these kisses from best to worst… You gotta eat.. I know for a fact that you’re currently working with one if not two of those people right now… Imagine coming into work now.”
The audience ‘ooh-ed and ahh-ed’ whilst they waited for your response.
“If I don’t answer I eat this!”
“Yes, that’s the game… Chow down - Or you could Always answer the question.”
“Well this isn’t fair.”
“Yeah, nothing really is.”
You pondered for sooo long. James smirked at you waiting patiently as you poked the tongue with your fork.
“James, i can’t choose…I mean, my husband’s among them-”
The audience went wild at that and your stomach dropped.
“Husband?! Wait what did i miss?”
“Uh…Okay, I misspoke….Obviously-“
James looked at you curiously
"What I meant to say was.. I meant, my movie hubby. My on screen husband.”
Your breathy answer made James squint his eyes at you not quite believing it.
‘Time to work it’, you thought as you fiddled with your rings.
“I’ve been secretly working with Henry these last couple of months… It’s been on the down low and super tight knitted, the whole production… He’s my most recent and greatest husband… On screen.”
James looked like a child on Christmas Eve as you explained despite not believing your story 100%.
“Which I wasn’t supposed to say tonight or ever… Because the project has been a secret so far and my brain is just 'Henry, oh hubby of mine’ because we’ve been working with each other for a long time and been attached by the hip literally. I just got really used to calling him husband.”
“Uh uh - Okay, Y/N. If you say so… - Now how about ranking those lovely kissers? Or are you gonna go to town with the cow tongue?”
“Oh…GOD. OKay! This isn’t going to end well- Uhh, Henry Cavill, Tom Hiddleston, Bradley Cooper, -”
Later, after the show
“Remind me never to agree to that game…i don’t know what I was thinking. I know I only ate a grasshopper but still. Just the sight and the smell of all the other things amongst facing such shitty questions.”
“Sure… Also -”
You were preparing for the worst from your manager, Rue, at this point after the segment in the show.
“The studio has left voicemails about your little spoiler tonight. They aren’t exactly happy about it but I think I can handle it. Besides, Henry also texted you among others…”
“Oh God… I’ll reply in the car… He’s probably angry with me.”
“I wouldn’t worry about it.”
“Think so?”
Rue, gave you a crooked smile and tilted her head.
“Oh, well-….We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.”
‘Well, fuck me’, you thought.
“Now get home, I’m assuming he’s waiting for you.”
‘Oh crap’.
You got home. Of course, he was wide awake and waiting for you to come home.
“I’m sorry about tonight. It literally flew right out of me.”
“I figured as much.”
“You saw it?”
“Of course.”
‘OH, Crap indeed.’
“… Henry?”
There was a long pause.
“Texted me too… He’s saying that we owe him a night out with curry and a big Guinness. Sounds like he’s gonna smooth things over with the studio.”
You let out an exhale of relief. Quietly you plopped down next to him on the couch.
“Quick thinking on your part and Lucky for you that it was true. Henry’s and yours project.”
“I know. God, I really thought I was screwed.”
You felt his hands massaging your tense shoulders. You leaned into his touch. He pressed kisses along your neck coming up behind your ear.
“Good thing my wife’s such a talented actress.”
“Or I’m just that lucky…”
“Maybe a bit of both?”
There was a silence again. You enjoyed feeling his strong and firm hands rubbing your shoulders. You felt less tense every minute.
“So should I be offended that you ranked me among the bottom with the less fortunate kissers?”
You giggled, turning in his grip. Staring into those blue eyes that you loved oh so much.
“Well, I couldn’t exactly pick you as my top one. It’d be unethical and favoritism seeing as you’re my husband.”
Chris chuckled behind you, wrapping himself around you.
“The world doesn’t know that. So, technically speaking it wouldn’t be favoritism.”
“but I do… Besides Cavill and Hiddleston aren’t the worst people to be kissing if you know what I’m saying.”
You smirk at him, moving off the couch.
“Oh, you’re in big trouble.”
“Really?”
“Damn right, probably shouldn’t have said that.”
“Oh, yeah? What are you going to do about it?”
“I’ll spend the rest of the night proving that your husband’s is the best kisser.”
You grin, tugging on Chris’ hand pulling him closer to you. Your eyes sparked seeing the golden wedding band on his finger. It matched the one you wore around your neck. Chris followed your lead.
“Hmm, sounds riveting.”
“Damn, right. I’ll prove it to you even if it takes me all night.”
Chris suddenly grabbed your hips, pressing your back to his front. You could feel his want poking you in the back. It made you groan as he nipped the skin along your neck.
“Oh, the horror.”
You let out a small hearty laugh as Chris lead you towards your shared bedroom.
Yes, that night you spilled your guts and filled them a bit too. At least you could go home to your husband, the most amazing kisser who would gladly rearrange your guts.
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“Are you even listening to me?”
“Yeah… Sure.”
“Repeat what I just said.”
“No idea.”
“You just said that you were listening.”
“I am.”
Chris groaned and gave your thigh a small slap.
“What?”
Chris shook his head at you a little bit annoyed but also amused by you.
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“Are you even listening to me?”
“Yeah… Sure.”
“Repeat what I just said.”
“No idea.”
“You just said that you were listening.”
“I am.”
Chris groaned and gave your thigh a small slap.
“What?”
Chris shook his head at you a little bit annoyed but also amused by you.
“Honey, this is important.”
“I know.”
“So pay attention, please’”
“Okay.”
Chris grasped your chin in his hands as he pressed a kiss to your lips. He had only just pulled away when he uttered the words.
“Good girl.”
Chills went down your spine and you immediately felt hot especially down south.
“Now, be good and listen. I’ll go over it once more.”
“Mhmmm.”
Chris started talking about his new alarm system he had installed in his house.
It’s not like you were deliberately trying to misbehave or…. At least not intentionally. It’s just that- it’s hard to concentrate when Chris is talking to you. You couldn’t help yourself as you looked at him. The smallest things about him drove you mad. You adored his freckles, every one of them. You made a mental note to kiss them each day.
‘God, get a grip’ yeah? Not really, Chris was just something else when looking at him. As he continued talking about the details, your eyes wandered, taking in everything despite trying your best to listen.
You would get lost in his eyes as you pictured him hovering above you as he slammed into you again and again. His piercing blue eyes staring down at you as he took you apart.
You lost it completely when focusing on his mouth. That mouth brought you so much pressure. The way he could kiss you and bring you to your knees. How he would take one of your nippels into his mouth. Either it be small cat licks or suckling on them.
Nothing however beats the way he’d go down on you. Never had you experienced someone like him. He was insatiable when it came to eating you out. A relentless man. He made you cum so many times, edging you on to the brink of tears.
You also loved the color red on him. He looked good. Most colors suited him but red and blue was just sinful when decorating his body.
Your eyes moved down towards his groin area. Your mouth watered as your core throbbed. Your eyes flickered back as the sound of fingers snapping brought you back to reality.
“You didn’t hear a word I just said, did you?”
“Ehhh, the code is my name?”
“Cute - please try to keep up.”
You gave him your best doe-eyes and batted your eyelashes at him as you moved closer to him. Hands sliding down his chest to his thighs.
“I’m trying… It’s just so hard to concentrate when you look this good.”
“Y/N.”
You could hear the slight warning in his tone nevertheless he didn’t move to stop you as one of your hands cupped him through his pants.
“You’re just too distracting. I can’t help it.”
“You said you’d be good.”
“I am being very good.”
You placed lazy and sloppy kisses along his jaw down to his neck.
“You think this is how someone behaves well?”
“Mhmmm.”
Your hand rubbed him through his pants. You quickly felt him grow hard. Feeling pleased with yourself, you pressed your body closer to his. He leaned back against the wall next to the alarm panel now forgotten.
“What am I going to do about you?”
Leaning on your tiptoes, your teeth pulled on his earlobe.
“Anything you want.”
Chris grabbed your face with both hands and pulled you to him. Just as your lips were about to touch, he fisted his hand in your hair keeping the distance between you. A moan left your lips. Desperate to get closer, your hand dipped into his pants. You were just about to take him into your hand when he pulled on your hair. Hard.
“Tsk tsk… Only good girls get to touch.”
“Chris.”
A breathy and pathetic moan as you rubbed against him trying to relieve yourself from the aching.
“You haven’t been a good girl, have you?”
“…no.“
Once more, he tugged hard on your hair.
"Didn’t hear that. Wanna try again?”
“I haven’t been a good girl.”
“Why?”
Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as one of his hands cupped your sex. Instantly you tried grinding on his hand only to receive a smack on your ass.
“Now, tell me why.”
“Because I didn’t pay attention.”
“Why is that?”
“Because I’m a slut.”
“Yes. Whose?”
“Yours.”
You felt Chris’ chest vibrate as he let out a low growl. Chris rubbed you against your jeans, by now you were sure you’d already soaked through both your panties and jeans. You were a whimpering mess.
“So how do you plan to make it up to me?”
Your eyes shifted down to his now rock hard cock straining against his pants. He followed your eyes. Chris let out a low chuckle that sent chills down your spine.
“Oh no, baby. I don’t reward bad behavior.”
“Please. I’ll be good.”
“If only… Seems like I have to teach you a lesson.”
Before you knew it, you were hanging upside down slung over his shoulder. Your face dangling in front of his ass. Your eyes sparked as you reached to-
“I’d think twice before doing that… Or it’ll cost you 15 lashes.”
You didn’t dare to move as Chris walked towards his bedroom. Chris threw you on the bed and stood by the foot end of the bed looking down at you. So eager, so desperate and so willing. Reaching down into the bench, he pulled out a pair of cuffs and a whip.
“Now you remember this the next time I ask you to pay attention.”
“Yes.”
You got up, kneeling in front of him, extending your wrists to him. You felt the leather tip of the whip under your chin making you look up.
