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[itsallyscorner]

NEW!! Chris posted some Dodger content on Twitter today! This is the cutest shit I have ever seen🥺

[astrohnova]

Movie nigth

[chris evans x latina!female!reader]

Summary: watching "What´s your number?" with Chris

Warnings: intimacy, Kissing, groping, fuff, implied smut, teasing, sexy talk

Author Note: this is the most self-indulgent fic ever. Literally me if I watched this movie with him. Latina!reader ´cause of use of spanish words, and some sentences, but anyone can read.

I'm new at writting so if I should add more tags let me know.

Also, english is not my first language so it might be a little weirdly worded. I'm sorry

"Que?! 'no muscle tone in your pelvic floor', that's bullshit!"

This stupid movie. Chris just laughs besides you, and you look at him playfully annoyed.

“And that shit about the low self esteem if you fuck too much? I wanna punch somebody,” You huff but keep watching the movie, Chris’s arm encircles your body and his hand pushes softly your head to his lips, until he gives you a kiss on your forehead. You stay cuddled up, your hand hugging his torso.

Colin appears on the screen as you whine “Papito! Mira esa carita de bebe, you’re so cute. And hot.” You bite your lip and then the both of you laugh, your hand now groping his thigh. Seeing Chris so baby on the screen is such a sight, but nothing like the one you have right next to you.

“Ugh, that’s gross he just has his hand up his ass!” You are really talkative during movies, especially the ones you watch a hundred times, which is anyone Chris is in. “Ay, quien besa asi, my gosh, poor girl,” Seriously, who kisses somebody like that?

“Is this your favorite movie of mine?” Chris asks,

“Every movie of yours is my favorite. Can’t get enough of you. Ever.” Which is true, having one Chris Evans by your side and watching another one on the screen. Good company although suffering a little bit with the fatphobia and machismo in the movie.

You take a deep breath, acting it up a little bit and fanning yourself with your hand when Chris comes into the screen with just a little towel to cover himself. And you can’t stop looking at him, you’re really enamored. “Mhm, that ‘Free Licks’ t-shirt does things to me.” You playfully wiggle your eyebrows “Wanna lick me?”

Chris kisses you deeply, slowly, the movie being forgotten really fast, “I do.” You back up into the couch, laying down with Chris above you. He caresses the side of your tummy until he gets to your breast and gropes it, his thumb brushing your nipple and your chest arching up to him. You gasp and moan softly. He’s so warm, so slow, so loving, touching your body. He starts kissing your neck, but you stop him to ask “Do you care how many people I slept with?”

You get his face out of your neck to look at him in your eyes, tucking his hair behind his ear “Not at all,” He answers, honestly, and you twist your head a little bit to the side, like a bird, and frown as he keep going, “Why would I?” He laughs lightly, like it’s an absurd question. Which it is, but your insecurities don’t really care.

“Don’t know, it’s a big deal to a lot of people, to the machista society. Big enough to make a movie out of it. And I don’t care either” You just look at each other, the movie and Dodger’s light snoring in the background. He definitely got that from Chris. There’s something about intimacy, about your bodies so close and your eyes just watching each other.

“Bueno, get off boy, don’t wanna forget my second Chris” You rearrange on the couch, sitting on top of him with his hand on your stomach and yours on top of his. The other one find your boob and just rests there. You turn your head to give him a little peck on the neck. “Ugh, seeing Andy Samberg like that kills me, and my God this scene” You laugh so hard when his fucking scene shows. So cringey.

“Do you get hotter by the scene in this movie? The sexy talking and filtertious. And that goddamn gitar” Sitting on top of him wasn’t the best idea, you wiggle way too much and your ass touches his clothed dick, making him groan and you apologise, half-heartedly. “If you weren’t so sexy I wouldn’t move this much”

Your mouth opened wide when you catched Anthony on the screen. That man, prettiest as ever. “God look at him, so precioso.” Chris hummed, agreeing. The relationship that you had was cosy and honest, and so healthy. Everything you ever wanted in a relationship, you got it with him. “AY! Sacate todo, papi! Show that body” You groaned, you huffed, you cheered for the sexiest dude, on the TV and on your back.

Hard on your back, with your ass jiggling constantly and his hands touching your whole body. When he started kissing your neck you stopped watching the movie, closing your eyes and immersing yourself in his touches and his smell, his body and his groans. Moaning and arching your chest, moving your hips against his.

Well, that settles it. We’re not watching the movie anymore

[faithiegirl01]

Faithie’s Rant Corner:

No one no one at all:

Me: 👀 hey Chris Evans your hot!

Him:

Me: and cute....

Him:

Me: and we love you!!

Him: why thank you, I love you to!

Me: I adore you!

Him: why thank you. I adore you too...

👀👀👀

This man is beautiful and amazing. If you for one minute hate on him for 👀 said accident....

You know for a fact us fans will back him. How could anyone not love him. He’s literally the only man alive I know that is the sweetest and caring about his fans.

Why in the world would anybody care what he looks like there.... 🙄

If your a true fan you wouldn’t care at all....

👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼 can we please just appreciate how well he delt with it too. Like bro he took it down, then made a joke about it. Like I know if I did that I’d just try to hide in a hole.....

And don’t get me started on him with Dodger...... 🥰😍

He’s an angel on our earth and he has one accident and you best know we gonna back him so just leave him alone.

You best know true fans won’t and don’t care about any of that.

Chris if you ever see this we love you babe!!!!

[joannaliceevans-fanficblog]

Kitchen (Continuation of the Crotch Series)

Disclaimer: Okay, I had this in my wips for about two weeks and I could for the life of me to get it going! Until now. (Maybe because, I’m in a horny mood)

This is also part of the Crotch Series but I just didn’t want to write the whole damn title.

Summary: This takes place a year after the last one. Chris comes home, from filming and sees his sexy wife in the kitchen. 

**

It was mid-morning, and Chris sat in the back of the SUV, as his driver drove him back home. After being away from filming for seven months in the hot grueling Atlanta summer, Chris couldn’t be more excited to be home. As the car pulled up into the driveway of his home in Concord, his driver parked the vehicle. Immediately, Chris unfastened his seatbelt and got out. Getting his luggage out from the trunk, he thanked his driver and headed towards the front door. Opening the door, Chris walked into the house with the soft sounds of Duke Ellington. Closing the door behind him, Chris took off his shoes and followed the scent of vanilla and cinnamon lingering in the house. Ending up, in the kitchen, Chris had stopped dead in tracks. It was there, that you stood in the kitchen humming to the music—your hair up in a bun, and with a few strands of loose hair against your face. You were, mixing batter into the large bowl. You were only wearing a white tee shirt. Your nipples were peeking through the shirt, and Chris felt his cock, twitch in his pants. His breathing became erratic, and he needed her now.

    Walking towards her, quietly, Chris sneaked up behind her and wrapped his strong arms around her. You dropped the spatula on the counter and let out a yelp. Chris let out a deep moan inhaling your sweet scent of peaches and kissed your cheek. You moaned and looked up towards him. Chris looked into your eyes and pressed a kiss onto your temple. His tongue ran along your lips, begging for an entrance.

“Babe,” You moaned as Chris turned you around and faced him. His hands traveled down to your waist and lifted your shirt, exposing your breasts. Capturing you, into a headed kiss, you felt Chris place his hands onto your breasts, kneading and pinching the tips of your nipples.

“Mmm-fuck-“ You moan as Chris traveled down towards your neck, licking and sucking your sensitive spot. You were letting out a soft, breathy moan. Pulling away from you, Chris placed his hands onto your cheeks and looking into your eyes.

“How much time?” He whispered against your lips as he placed a kiss onto your lips. You smiled against his lips, “One-hour,”

  With that, Chris grabbed you by the waist and pulled you close to him. Wrapped his thick arms around your waist, he lifted you and placed you down onto the counter. Sliding off your panties, Chris spread your legs open to your glistering heat. Taking off his shirt, Chris kneeled between you and ran his tongue along your velvet folds.

“Fuck-I missed you, baby-“ Chris mumbled, licking around your silky folds. Then feeling his tongue around your throbbing clit, you let out a loud breathy moan. Reaching for Chris, your hands landed onto his soft, fluffy locks. Running your hand through them, you closed your eyes, as Chris slid his fingers in your hot, dripping hole.

“Oh-fuck-baby-“ You moaned, leaned your head against the cabinet. His tongue grazed against your aching bud, as he continued to fuck your hot core and your hands gripping on the edge of the counter. Moaning and screaming for Chris to fuck her more.

“Oh-fuck-you like that babe, come on my fingers, sweetheart-“ Chris muttered, thrusting his thick digits into her. Feeling your body heat up and that familiar feeling rising from your body arched, and you screamed out your orgasm. Pulling his fingers out from her core, he licked your sweet essence from his fingers. Wrapping his arms around your waist, Chris pulled you down and turned you around. Your ass was in view, and Chris couldn’t help but salivate at the site. Running his hands along your smooth skin, he gave you one hard slap and made you yelp. Unzipping his pants, he slid down them down along with his briefs. Stroking his cock, Chris ran the tip along her dripping cunt and slowly entered her from behind.

“Oh, babe-“ You moaned as he filled you and stretched you. His large hands gripped onto your hip and began to pound into you. Your hands reached up towards the cabinets and grasped onto the handles.

“That’s right-take it, babe-“ Chris moaned, pounding into you, making your body slam against the counter. Leaning your head back, Chris pulled you in close, wrapping his arms around your body. Pounding into you, his hands traveled up towards your breasts and toyed with the tips of your nipples.

“You like that babe-“ Chris muttered into your ear. His voice sent chills down your spine.

“Fuck-harder-“ You moaned, as your hands gripped harder onto the cabinet handles. Chris’s hands then traveled down to your hips and gripped hard.

“God, your pussy so good sweetheart-I’ll keep you full. Want me to fuck a baby into you,” Chris whispered into your ear, as he continued to thrust into you. You bit your lip and leaned back into Chris’s chest.

“Please-“ You moaned. Chris smiled against your ear and nipped it, making you giggle. That familiar feeling came to you, as Chris lifted your leg, and went in deeper. Hitting your spot, and you saw stars. You arched your back and yelled out your orgasm. You collapsed on top of the counter, panting and catching your breath.

    Giving one last hard, skin slapping thrust, Chris spilled his seed deep into your womb. Chris collapsed on top of you, leaving sweet, gentle, loving kisses against your back.

“How much time do we have?” Chris asked, pulling out and fixed his pants. You turned around to face your husband and smiled.

“Right about-“ You started, as the baby monitor came alive. Both you and Chris looked towards the machine, and Chris smiled.

“Alright, let’s go and get her. I’m sure that your daughter would be happy to see you.” You say, taking his hand and leading him towards the stairs.

**

After taking a shower, Chris stepped out with some comfy sweatpants and a black tee-shirt. Walking out from the bathroom, Chris saw you on the bed with your daughter. She had a bedhead, and her favorite teddy bear in hand.

“There she is!” Chris said, taking a seat onto the bed. Marie looked towards her dad and gave her a big, toothy smile. Then going onto her hands and legs, Marie crawled over to Chris. He picked her up and placed Marie down onto his lap.

“Dadda?” She said, giggling. Chris smiled and placed a kiss onto her forehead. Then looking at his wife, she smiled and took your hand into her.

“I’m happy your home, babe,” You told him. Chris smiled and placed a kiss onto your knuckles.

“Me too.”

**

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[forxlskxt]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE ONE AND ONLY, CHRIS BEAUTIFUL ANGEL EVANS.

I grew up with him sooo my childhood was awesome, just like him.

Tell him I love him with all my heart pls.

[mjz-duksheart]

New edit!!

At the wedding💕💫🤵🤵

[lckilaufeyson]

fuck me in the ass cause i love cevans

[yo-y-mis-weas]

Un regalo caido del cielo.

Literal. :v