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#chris evans comfort fic
sarahrogersevans · 7 months
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Cna you write about a headcanon or story about chris evans meeting anti-social, reader who is a hairstylist for marvel and a few movies.
My Favorite Hair Stylist -Chris Evans shy anti social Hair Stylist! xreader headcanon
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Summary: Chris meets Y/N and she is his hairstylist at marvel and for a few of his other movies and they get along real well
Warnings: angst, fluff, mentions of social anxiety, mentions of feeling shy
. Chris is getting ready for a marvel movie and sits down to have his hair done and Y/N comes in and says “hi there hun how are ya?” She smiles and focuses on his hair and Chris notices she’s shy and is real gentle with her
. Y/N compliments Chris on his acting and Chris blushed at how sweet she is towards him and he wants to protect this girl
. Later on a few months later Chris is working on a new movie and Y/N is his hair stylist again and she smiled and says “hi again stranger how are you?” Chris smiled at her and hugged her and said “hi Y/N I’m good I’m glad to see you how have you been sunshine?” She updates him on everything as she does his hair and he enjoys every moment with her and enjoys her company and Y/N feels the same and mentions how’s she’s shy but Chris let’s her know it’s ok
. Chris sticks with having Y/N as his hair stylist for his movies partly because he knows she does a wonderful job and he wants her to feel comfortable with him and they become close friends and Y/N comes out of her anti social shy shell over time and will talk with Chris more
. Chris comes in one day and sees Y/N and he knows she deals with anxiety sometimes and goes over to her and says “hey Y/N you know I just wanted to say you are my favorite I love how you do my hair but more importantly I’m glad to know you sweet heart and if you ever need anything let me know ok? I hope you’re doing ok.” Y/N smiles at Chris and says “thank you Chris! You are so sweet! I appreciate you.” Chris gets out some cash for a tip and says “here doll this is for you, you’ve earned it for your hard work.” She shakes her head and says “no no I can’t take that Chris it’s ok I don’t feel right about it.” Chris insists it’s alright and she takes it and she feels she has a crush on him but is too shy to admit and what she doesn’t know is Chris really likes her too
. Everytime Y/N does Chris’s hair for a movie Chris makes sure to hug her when he sees her and talks to her to make her feel more comfortable and would reassure she’s doing a good job
Hi honey! I’m sorry it’s short but I hope it’s close to what you were asking for 😊♥️xx
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thyme-in-a-bubble · 5 days
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the soaring arrow
fused with the foe, chapter two
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a/n: we getting somewhere in this one... progress... and by progress, i of course mean that we are one chapter closer to when they finally get to be happy and in love.
summary: “…do you still wanna learn?”
warnings: king!steve rogers x reader, fantasy AU (monsters, but not much magic), original fantasy world, enemies to lovers, arranged marriage, slow burn, innocent!reader, violence, gore, injury, weapons, big scary dire bear, a bit of a cliffhanger of an ending to this chapter (the drama is here, it has arrived, in the majestic for of [spoiler])
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Rising yet again from the plush stool, your feet carried you the short distance back around to the opposing seat. Your elbow came to rest against the edge of the small games table as you glanced down at the chequered board and your chin swiftly found your propped-up palm as a bored breath seeped from your lungs. 
As you moved one of the ivory pieces, the thoughts you’d been trying to keep at bay for weeks slipped through ever so slightly. The king hadn’t talked to you since the wedding, in fact, whenever you’d been in the same room with each other, his gaze never found you. 
You might as well have been invisible.
The arm beneath your face slowly melted down till it layed flat against the table and you let your head follow along. Slumped over, your cheek pressed against your forearm. 
Raising your gaze from your up-close perspective of the chess pieces, it fell upon the man leaning 
against the wall by the exit. Dark locks only half tied up, a crossbow was strapped to his broad back as his stormy gaze stayed low and locked on the small dagger he absentmindedly twirled and flipped in his fingers.
Letting out another sigh, you didn’t bother straightening out before you asked, “so, is this just how it’s gonna be?”
Halting his fiddling, Barnes’ eyes met yours, “pardon me, your majesty?”
“You just lurking wherever I am, is that how it’s gonna be for the rest of my life?” you lifted yourself only slightly so that both of your palms pressed into your soft cheeks to prop it up. 
“No, I’m just here till you get settled, then I’ll go back to my usual business,” the advisor stated. 
“And when will that be?”
“I don’t know, your majesty,” he sheathed the short blade at his side, “why? If it’s because you don’t care for my presence then please just say so, I won’t be offended if you’d rather have a different warden looking out for you.”
“No,” you sat up properly, “it’s not that, not at all, I just–… could I maybe go for a walk?” the question hesitantly left your lips. 
“Sure, you can,” he nodded slightly, “where do you wanna go? I could show you the Valarian Ward in town, there are lots of museums there you might like–”
“No,” you cut his offer off, “I meant if I could go for a walk on my own.”
“Oh… well, I’m not entirely sure that’s the best idea…” he uttered carefully. 
“I am your queen, aren’t I? So, can’t I just command you to let me go by myself?” you tried, blinking up at him like a little puppy, “please, Barnes.”
A low sigh then flowed from his lips as his stare raked across the floor. A moment passed before he opened his mouth again, slowly saying as his gaze stayed averted, “your majesty, I am gonna leave for a moment, I suddenly remembered that I forgot something in my chambers this morning. Please excuse me as I momentarily won’t be here watch where you go,” his eyes flicked up to meet yours, “you got that?” 
“Yes,” a bright smile stretched across your features, “I understand what you’re saying,” as you instantly shot up to your feet, “thank you, Barnes.” 
Though half regretting his choice already, he still offered you a half-hearted smile, “you’re welcome, your majesty.”
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Bending down, you plucked a long-stemmed daisy and added it to the bouquet of wildflowers your left fist was tightly enclosed around. As you lifted yourself back up, your vision washed over the blossoming meadow you stood on, located on the hill directly north of the castle. From here only parts of the seaside community were perceivable, as from this angle the mountainous fortress blocked off the vast majority of Borün city, only the edges closest to the main road, like the city stables and the water mill, caught your gaze. But the farmlands that curved over the rolling hills west of the town had no obstructions in their path. The vision of golden fields as well as wide pens that housed both fuzzy brown cows and round little sheep, that blissfully soaked in the mild afternoon sun, couldn’t help but bring a smile to your lips. 
Peeking over your shoulder, the warnings of the king’s right-hand man faintly echoed in your mind as you glanced at the thick forest. Temptation had swayed your feet to carry you dangerously close to the edge. The Noll woods didn’t seem that dangerous from this angle, perhaps it was safe enough on the perimeter and it was just the dangers deep within it that they were so terrified of. So, the next thing you knew, your leisurely stride had crossed the meadow and the dark wilderness had swallowed you whole. 
Extending an arm as your feet slowly walked over the crunchy leaves and the pillowy moss clusters, you felt the cool leaves brush against your open palm, almost as if you were greeting each and every one of them as you passed. The chirping birds high up in the dense treetops sang a pleasant melody that caused a bright smile to bloom on your lips. 
You weren’t sure how long you ventured forth, deeper and deeper into the twisted forest, but eventually, a small and speckled bush caught your eye, ripe with the vibrant berries you recognised from the layered cake that you had been served for tea just a few days prior. The fabric of the long burgundy cloak you wore billowed behind you as you rushed to pluck the small fruits. A soft hum vibrated at your lips as you tasted their tart sweetness, popping them in your mouth one by one. 
Though just as your head was up in the clouds, over the moon about this little slice of paradise you had discovered, a low growl emanated from the tall shrubs just behind the berry bush. Your fingers froze in an instant and the fruits in your berry-stained palm rolled to the ground. Slowly, you raised your gaze as a giant snout pushed through the dense plants and the creature’s rotten breath fanned across your cheeks, causing your stomach to churn. 
Holding your breath, petrified with fear, you willed your feet to shuffle back at a terrifyingly slow pace. Your entire body trembled like a leaf on the wind as your eyes stayed glued on the dark animal slowly creeping into the clearing. 
A bear, though at least three times the size of any normal one, came stomping into the light. Its footsteps were heavy enough to make the forest floor quake. Long and gnarly teeth curled up over its drooping lip as viscus slobber, and what looked like blood, dripped from its gums, staining the blades of grass below with every hefty step. Nowhere on its scarred skull were something that resembled eyes, so as it sniffed loudly, your hair nearly rustling in the gust, the blind monster detected precisely where you stood.
A snarl rumbled out from its toothy maw as it clawed closer to you like a predator playing with its food just before it pounced. Eclipsing the dabbled sunlight that streamed in through the tree canopy, the massive creature blocked off any chance you had of escape. The petrifying roar it then let out caused your hands to instinctively shoot up in front of your face. 
Falling back, you collided with the thick tree trunk right behind you. Adrenaline pumped so furiously throughout your body that the tree almost felt like a pillow, as your body was so filled with terror that it didn’t let you notice any of the pain. 
Through your shielding fingers, you caught sight of a swift movement, though it wasn’t the ravaging bear before you. From out of nowhere a broad figure suddenly appeared, slipping in between you and the creature. 
Your eyes widened as you saw the king hold a shield up high, groaning from the strain as he blocked the monster’s mighty attack. Drawing a stout axe at his belt, he sliced it low, catching one of the bear’s legs and causing it to reel back enough for him to bash the shield against its snout, sending it back a few paces. The arching blows he then landed on the gnawing beast were a brutal blur to your eyes as he didn’t yield till the monster was slain and its blood stained the mossy forest floor. 
Slowly turning to face you, crimson dabbled his features and tainted his beard as he stared you down and roared, “what the hell were you thinking?” his broad chest still heaved from the battle as he took a step closer to you, “you’re not in Obelón anymore, you can’t just wander off!”
“I–… I’m sorry,” you said weakly, your eyes felt heavy as you stumbled to distance yourself from the tree trunk, “I didn’t–”
“You didn’t what?” inching closer, he sheathed his weapons, “think you’d bump into a dire bear? What if it had been something worse, huh? What then? Do you have any idea of what kind of dangers lurk in these shadows?”
Black spots dappled your vision as you just managed a faintly utter, “I’m s-sorr–,” before you collapsed. 
As the king caught you in his arms, your cloak unfurled to reveal the silks of your gown ripped and peeking out from the shreds was a grave wound on your waist. 
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When you finally woke up, you weren’t in the forest any longer, but warm under the covers in your own bed.
You weren’t sure what you noticed first, the familiar surroundings or the sharp sting that throbbed at your side. Wincing silently, you pulled down the blankets and saw the clean cloths that bandaged the injury. As you carefully ran a fingertip over the dressing, a figure at the foot of the bed caught your hazy gaze. 
Slumped over on a small stool with his head resting against his folded-up arms, there sat the king, completely out cold. 
A clay pitcher of water stood on the adjacent bedside table beside a few empty cups that had a deep green tint to the glass. Carefully, as to not rouse the slumbering monarch, you reached for the jug in order to quench the thirst that scratched at your throat. As your fingertips brushed against the handle and moved it just a tad, an aching wave suddenly washed over you as the attempt stretched and disturbed your injured waist enough for you to recoil back, accidentally tugging at the decanter in the process and retroactively knocking over one of the nearby glasses.
As soon as it smashed to the stone floor, the king bolted up like he’d been struck by lightning. 
“Sorry, I’m sorry,” you rushed as you clutched your throbbing side and leaned back against the pillows, “I just wanted something to drink.”
Still groggy, he sucked in a breath as he squinted over at you in the bed, “don’t move,” his voice was deep from sleep, “I’ll get it,” and he reached over to fill up the glass that didn’t fall to its doom, “here,” handing it to you, his eyes stayed on you as you took a sip, “how are you feeling?”
Lowing the drink to your lap, you watched the water ripple gently in the glass as you uttered, “I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking I’d run into any monsters, I just wanted to see the forest. I’ve never been in a real forest before, so I just–… I’m sorry…”
A low sigh flowed from the king’s lips before he asked, “how are you feeling, dove? Does it hurt badly? Because I can fetch you some herbs if it does.” 
“It’s not pleasant, but I’ll manage,” as you always did. Your pain tolerance was through the roof when it had to be, “I’m sorry.”
“Would you please stop apologising?” your tense gaze finally flickered up to meet his, “I understand you wandering out on your own, I even understand you wanting to explore the forest, but what I don’t understand is why you didn’t bring a weapon with you. I know you don’t know too much about this kingdom, but you must have a basic understanding of just how dangerous it is, especially The Noll Woods. So why didn’t you bring anything to protect yourself with?”
“What?” you blinked, “I don’t own a weapon.” 
Eyes widening, his brows shot up, “you don’t?” 
“No…” you shifted lightly under his gaze, “why are you looking at me like that?” 
Leaning forward slightly, he asked, “dove, do you not know how to fight?” 
“Why would I know how to fight?” 
“Why would you–…” he echoed faintly before lowing his gaze to the blankets spread out on the canopy bed, “gods, I knew that Obelón’s high walls helped protect its people from many creatures, but I know even that doesn’t stop the citizens from knowing the basics at least. Why didn’t you ever?” he found your eyes once more, “you’re of royal birth. Why haven’t you been in lessons since you were a child?” 
Shifting your grasp around the glass, you uttered, “…my father wouldn’t let me…” your brows were still deeply knitted as you said, “I thought it was improper for fine ladies to have such skills.” 
“It’s not,” he shook his head, “trust me. Some of the best fighters I’ve ever known were fine ladies such as yourself.” 
“Really?” you couldn’t help but inch forward a bit. 
“Yeah, my mom for one taught me a lot of what I know, as well as–…” an unreadable expression briefly washed over his features as his sentence suddenly crumbled, “well, others…” 
“I always wanted to learn,” you thought back, “used to spy on my brothers when they were training, even tried to convince Callum to teach me in secret, but none of it ever worked out… my dad always found out and then he’d–…” your gaze stayed locked on the outline of your legs beneath the covers as you felt a shiver run down your spine, “I, uhm… I learned to stop doing that. Going against his rules.” 
After he helped you place the glass back beside the pitcher, the king’s deep timbre filled the chamber once more, “…do you still wanna learn?”
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The gentle wind kissed your cheeks as you squinted your eyes at the circular target close to the ivy-covered outer wall of the front courtyard. Though the training area stood nestled between the warden’s barracks and the royal stables, the king’s right-hand man had ensured that there wouldn’t be as many people crowding the common area as there usually were, a gesture you’d become thankful for as the act of learning an entirely new skill was intimidating enough without having the added commotion of experts in the field directly next to you, granting you the perspective of just how green you were. 
Over countless days, bedridden in your chambers, the wound to your side had scabbed over and healed nearly completely. Though the wait was significant, it hadn’t felt that dreary, since at the first dawn you woke, the king’s presence had been exchanged for a tall stack of meticulously selected books. The majority of them were factual records about Eflorr, the land, the history, everything that had been out of your fingertips in the library of your birthplace. But occasionally in between the tomes of the kingdom were books of completely different genres. There was a wide and worn book of fables that had whimsical illustrations on each page, a pocket-sized novel counting the mystery of a fictional rogue, as well as a collection of flowery poems. 
Letting the nocked arrow fly, it didn’t pierce itself into the bullseye your eyes were boring a hole into, but instead joined the cluster lodged in the ground. 
“I am never gonna get this,” you muttered, nearly tossing the training bow from you. 
“Oh, don’t lose hope yet, your majesty,” you twisted your neck to see Barnes standing by the small, open-style stables adjacent to where you stood, petting the cheek of the black horse that stuck its head over the fence, “you’ve only been going for a few days.” 
Drawing another arrow from the quiver not yet strapped to your back, but simply resting on the small stool scooted close, you attempted once more, and though it didn’t hit the target, the arrowhead did wedge itself in between two of the stones on the wall behind it. 
“Not bad,” your body jumped at the unexpected voice, “you’re getting closer.”
Spinning around, you saw the king, arms crossed and leaning against the building directly behind you, “your majesty!” your eyes grew to the size of saucers, “h-hello.”
“You need to relax your bow arm more,” he pushed himself off of the wall and walked up to you. 
“What?” you blinked, still slightly stunned and scrambling to catch up to the fact that he was even there. 
“Here,” he stepped up behind you and a sharp breath of air filled your lungs as his touch found the limb clutching the bow, “you need to relax this arm,” his presence ghosted against your spine as his touch adjusted your appendage to the proper angle, “and lower it just a bit,” plucking up an arrow, he too nocked it for you and let his fingers linger over yours as you drew the string back tight, “use the corner of your lips as an anchor,” as the feathery fletching tickled your cheek, you could have sworn that you felt his curled knuckle shyly brush against your features as well, “and since you’re not very brawny, try and keep a bit of tension right here, it’ll help,” his hand slid down to your waist, the other palm briefly joining on the other side before he let go of you. You could feel the gentle gust of his breath on the shell of your ear as his low voice instructed you, “give it a try.”
The arrow then soared through the air and lodged itself into the outermost ring of the target, “oh my gods,” you squealed, your body victoriously wiggling at the sight, “I did it!”
“Atta girl,” he smiled at the result, and you turned your head to gaze back at him, the fact that he hadn’t shifted back yet caused a shiver to crawl up your spine, “see? I knew you could do it,” his eyes finally flickered down to yours, though when the close proximity dawned on him, only a second passed before his feet began to move, “anyways,” clearing his throat, his vision now seemed to wander over anything but you, “uhm… good job,” he offered your upper arm a small pat, “keep it up,” then turned to the high warden still off to the side, “Buck, I need you to take a look at something for me, up in the war room.”
Giving the horse one last scratch, Barnes answered his friend, “sure thing.”
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“You know the king well, correct?” you asked the soldier as he walked with you down to breakfast. At this point, you’d gotten fairly used to Barnes acting as your shadow.
“You could say that,” the corners of his lips curled up in a soft smile, “my mom was a servant here at the castle, so I essentially grew up alongside him. Then as soon as I was old enough, I joined the wardens, partly just to stay at his side. So yes, I do know him well,” he nodded slowly, “I know him very well.”
Rounding the corner, you walked down a long hallway with windows facing out toward the sea all along the right wall. Motes of dust hung suspended in the morning sunbeams that spilt into the hall, perfectly still, like flakes of gold leaf trapped in resin.
Glancing over at him once more as you stepped through one of the golden rays, you slowly opened your mouth once more, “can I ask something?”
“You can ask me anything you’d like,” he met your eye. 
“Does–…” you hesitated a moment before averting your gaze to gather up the courage to utter, “does the king have someone else?”
Gently cocking his head, Barnes echoed, “someone else?”
“Does he have someone else?” you repeated, sensing heat creep up in your cheeks.
“Oh, uh,” he breathed as you reached the end of the hallway and he stretched out his arm to push open the door you’d arrived at, “no, not that I know of.”
As he opened the door to the smaller of the dining rooms for you to enter, you noticed that you’d been unconsciously gnawing at the inner part of your bottom lip till it nearly bled and you forced yourself to stop, “alright…”
When you crossed over the threshold, Barnes stayed put on the other side, though offered you a small nod before the heavy doors fell shut behind you. 
Turning to face the long table centred in the chamber, your eyes suddenly grew wide as an unexpected figure sat on the far end. 
“Good morning,” the king glanced up at you as he popped the piece of strawberry lodged on the tip of his fork into his mouth. 
“Your majesty! I–, I–…” you blinked a second, finding it impossible to get your feet to move the last few paces over to your set place, “I thought you took your breakfast up in your personal chambers.”
“Felt like a change in scenery today,” he plucked up a porcelain cup filled with steaming tea and brought it to his lips, though paused before taking a sip, “is that alright?”
“Of course, it is,” a shudder ran through you as you shook yourself out of your stupor and sat down at the table. 
A generous spread of options layed arced around your empty plate. From seasonal fruits, cut up and arranged on an oblong platter, to hearty bread, sliced and toasted, propped up for it to stay crisp, the selection never ceased to make your belly rumble in want. 
When your plate was filled up and you slowly began to pick away at it, the king’s voice suddenly echoed from the other end of the table. 
“Are you busy this afternoon?”
“Busy?” you lifted your gaze and sent it down past the short floral centrepiece to look at him, “no, your majesty, not in particular. Why do you ask?”
His elbow was propped against the edge of the table and his hand gently rested against his beard as he continued to stare at you, “I was wondering if you’d care to promenade with me.”
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“I know it doesn’t look like much from this angle,” the king pointed to the dark cave entrance on the cliff that the castle stood upon, “but that emergency exit has saved countless monarchs.”
“So, the tunnel leads up to the basement?” you glanced down to the part of the coastline still a ways further down the pebbly beach.
“Yep, opens up into the wine cellar, it’s actually one of the racks that’s concealed as the door down.”
Glancing up at him as you slowly walked beside one another, an amused smile curled up on your lip, “clever.”
“Yeah, my mom thought so, she was the one who implemented it.”
The corners of your lips then dropped back down, and you waited a second before asking softly, “when did she pass?”
“A while ago now…” his vision briefly flickered down to look at the waves foam at the shore, “anyways, I’d recommend taking a guide with you if you’re gonna go exploring in the cave because it can be easy to get lost if you didn’t grow up with it as your playground.” 
“I’ll remember that,” a faint chuckle bubbled out of you.
The pebbles crunched beneath your slow stride as you made your way down the beach, closer and closer to where the fort loomed and the docks beyond flourished into the bustling city. 
After he’d bent down to pick up a smooth, dark rock, the royal then spoke in a slightly apprehensive tone, “hey, I actually wanted to talk to you about something…”
Noticing that his stride had halted, you stopped as well, “yes, your majesty?”
His gaze stayed on the small rock in his palm as he turned it a few times, “I know I haven’t exactly been the warmest towards you, I haven’t given you any solid reason to trust or even like me,” his ocean eyes then lifted to meet yours, “but we are supposed to rule together, be a team. So, I propose that we call a truce. Let’s start over and try and be friends,” his broad hand then extended. 
Clasping your fingers around his palm, you shook on it, “truce,” and a small smile bloomed as you then returned to your walk.
Your eyes didn’t stray long from him, staring at him inquisitively till he, on a glance, noticed.
“What?”
“It’s just,” you squinted over at the man walking beside you, the water gentle and calm behind him, “I don’t even really know you…”
“Well,” he breathed, as if that setback was easy enough to remedy, “what would you like to know?”
“I don’t know…” as you continued to stare at him, your fingers absentmindedly fiddled with the opalescent stone attached to the chain hanging from your neck, “tell me everything.”
“Everything?” his eyebrows raised a second before he exhaled lowly, “alright… uhm,” he then lowered his gaze as he scrambled his brain, “my favourite colour is blue. I can’t stand pears,” he began to list off, “I know I don’t look it now, but I was a very scrawny kid, sick all the time. I’m excellent at skipping rocks, actually learned how to just down there from an old family friend. What else… uh, I don’t have a lot of free time, but the little I do, I tend to either read, history in particular, as well as draw or paint, whenever I have the chance.”
“Paint?” you chuckled as that was one of the last things you thought he’d say. 
“Yes,” he nodded, “not many, but a few of my pieces are strung up around the castle.”
“I will have to keep my eye out for those, your majesty,” you smiled. 
“Oh, and please, no more of that,” he pleaded, “you shouldn’t call me your majesty any longer, we’re friends now,” he momentarily turned to toss the rock into the rippling sea, and a small ring bloomed on the surface as it delved in, “you are my wife,” the corners of his lips tugged upwards as he faced you once more, “you should call me by my name.”
“Alright, Steve,” the name felt oddly intimate on your tongue, “I’ll try my best to do better.”
As he smiled down at you, a shadow suddenly soared across the sky above both of your heads. Lifting your eyes to the clouds above, they swiftly went wide in fear as you saw the creature that flew straight towards the village. 
“Oh gods, is that a–”
“Dragon,” Steve uttered before you could. 
The winged behemoth of a beast had scales like the darkest tree bark, but in the sunlight it soared through, they shined regally like an oil spill. 
Grabbing you by the hand as warning bells rang out over the seaside community, Steve dragged you with him and he addressed the two wardens that had lingered a few paces back while you both were out, “take her inside, through the cave, stay low, away from any windows.”
“Yes, my liege,” they swiftly replied and moved to defend you, but as the king’s grasp left yours, you reached out to halt him.
“Wait!” your fingers rushed to snag your lucky charm off, “here,” and you layed the fine necklace into his open palm before finding his eyes one last time and uttering, “please don’t die.”
Closing his fist around the jewel, he offered you a grave nod before the wardens led you into the cave and the king rushed down the banks and up the algae-slick steps that led up to the harbour. 
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“You mad at me, Princess?” Lloyd coos.
You scowl, turning your head away as he tries to kiss your neck. He reaches for your hand, but you yank it out and flip to the other side of the bed before he gets the chance.
“Oh, so you’re really mad at me tonight.”
He sighs, pushing aside the covers and moving closer to you. His hand rests on your lower back, rubbing it softly in hopes of you breaking your silence.
“Just let me help you.” His tone is gentle, understanding that getting upset wouldn’t make your little attitude disappear.
“Just leave me alone,” you mutter.
“Baby…you can talk to me. I know—"
His presence and proximity begin to overwhelm you, and quickly you find yourself verbally lashing out. “I said. Leave. Me. Alone.”
His movements stop and quickly you feel a dip in the bed as he slides his sweatpants back on and exits the room without another word. Your heart drops but your pride keeps you in place, huffing as the bedroom door shuts, leaving you alone with his lingering scent.
Tears spring from your eyes as you try your best to push the thoughts away.
He doesn’t actually want you. He’s gone for days, sometimes weeks at a time. He’ll find someone prettier, less needy. For fucks sake he’s Lloyd Hansen, why would he settle down with you of all people?
You constantly battled with insecurity, anxious that the love you have for others would never truly be reciprocated.
Lloyd would do anything for you, yet you’re laying here, scared that one day he’d get up and leave and never return.
And it only worsened when he was away for work, just you alone in this big house, painting and waiting like Rapunzel trapped in her tower.
As time passed you grew frantic. You latched onto his pillow, inhaling his scent until you grew dizzy.
A soft knock sounds on the door and unknowingly you release a heavy sigh of relief. He came back.
“Princess? I got you something.”
The door swings open, revealing a tin of your favorite cookies from the bakery near town, held tightly within his hands.
“They didn’t have milk chocolate so I got fudge. I hope that’s o—"
His face drops once he sees the tears streaming down your cheeks. You’re hiccuping, sniffling into your shirtsleeve with pure guilt. “I’m sorry,” you whisper.
Lloyd drops the cookies onto the dresser, racing to your side. “I hate seeing you like this, Princess. Just tell me what’s wrong and I swear I’ll do everything in my power to mend it.”
You hiccup. “It’s hard.”
“What’s hard, baby?”
“Being without you for so long. Waiting. I— I can’t stop thinking the worst. What if this isn’t the life you want? What if I’m not the life you want?”
He frowns, his eyebrows furrowed because Lloyd can’t possibly imagine a life where you weren’t his sweet girl. His Princess. “I’ll always want you,” he assures.
Lloyd presses his forehead against yours. His steady breath tickles your nose, his lips parted to speak. “Being away from you is the hardest part of my job. I’ll be bruised and bloody, a gun aimed at someone’s forehead and yet, the only thing on my mind is you. Always just wanna get home to you.”
You sob into his shoulder, your arms wrapping around his neck as you release a floodgate of emotions.
“I’m sorry for snapping at you. I know I’m being stupid. I know you love me. It’s just…sometimes I get scared.”
“Hey, shh. It’s okay, pretty girl. I know it gets hard for you. Don’t ever feel guilty for feeling emotions. Just talk to me next time and we can work through it together. Okay?”
You nod, your eyes glazed and wide as you finally look at his piercing gaze. “Okay.”
Lloyd grins as he pushes himself off the ground, pressing his soft lips against yours. You groan as he grows rougher, his body joining you beneath the tangled mess of sheets.
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stylesmygucci · 1 year
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-𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚’𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬 || 𝐂.𝐄
Pairing: husband!chris x reader
Content warning: fluff! fluff! fluff!
Word count: 873
A/n: Happy holidays!! I have not written in a while!!! Wrote this under an hour which is a shock bc I’ve been in an absolute slump. But I hope you enjoy this! masterlist
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“Shut up or you’ll wake them up!” I whisper-shout.
“I can’t see anything!”
I turn on the flashlight on my phone and find Chris on the floor, on all fours, looking like a deer in front of headlights. I can’t help but laugh, silently, to the point wear my chest hurts.
“Sh!”
“I’m sorry,” I can’t stop laughing. “Why-why-“
He gets up and grabs my shoulders, he’s confused but he still smiles.
“Why what?” He asks.
“Why were you on the floor?!”
“I couldn’t see and I was afraid I’d bump into the furniture— don’t laugh at me, y/n.” He says sternly, playfulness edging his voice.
I laugh in his shoulder and he does a bit too.
He shushes me again, but I can’t stop.
“I can’t breathe!” I let out, gasping for air between laughs.
“Breathe.” He pulls me back and inhales as I try to. The image of him on the ground pops up in my head and then I start again.
“I’m so sorry, baby. I’m sorry.”
“I’m leaving you.” He says, letting go of my shoulders and making his way down the stairs.
“No, please.” I conceal myself (the best I can) and make my way down with him.
We spot our lit Christmas tree next to the fireplace and stare at the treats, horrified.
“Wanna watch a movie while we eat these?” He points down to the cookies and milk the kids laid down earlier.
“Can we just turn on the fireplace and talk?”
“We can do that.”
Chris turns on the fireplace after a couple of failed attempts, then sits back on the couch, letting out breath of relief.
“When was the last time we turned that old thing on?” He asks.
“Last Christmas?”
He looks at me. “That long ago?”
I nod and look back at the toasting wood. I think about last Christmas when our baby boy was four and our girl three, I think about how that’s their first Christmas they’ll actually remember (according to scientist). But despite age, they’ll always be our babies.
Last Christmas was the first Christmas that we made cookies for Santa— which Chris and I immediately regretted bringing up the idea after only getting three hours of sleep that night due to our stomaches.
We thought about leaving carrots for the reindeer but we thought it would be pushing it. Letting our kids make Santa 20 cookies… that was pushing it.
“These are gluten free, right?” Chris asked as his hands hovered the plate with cookies.
“They should be.”
“Should?” He looked back. I snort.
“It’s one in the morning, I don’t know.”
“Why do we do this to ourselves?” He asks as he picks a cookie up, I follow behind.
“Because we love our children too much.”
“I think toooo much.” He smiles at me, dazed.
I nod and lift my cookie. “To our beautiful, demanding, lovable children.”
“Cheers to that.” We clink our cookies and eat them.
The first one is delicious, the second not so much, the third… I’m already growing tired.
I’ve already eaten five and a half, taking sips of water here and there to wash down the sweetness. My stomach is aching, bloated.
“Why do our children love to torture us?” Chris asks as he downs another cookie with water.
“Technically they love to torture Santa.”
“Ha! I think kids love Santa more than their parents.”
“Yknow, I think that too. They get more toys on one day than they do any other day, except their birthday, but still. I think I’d love Santa more too.”
“Really?”
“Mhm.”
The room goes silent for a bit as we watch the fireplace sizzle.
“Heyyy.” Chris says, I look at him and catch him peering at my belly. The tight knit sweater makes my bloated belly stick out more than it should.
“I’m so full.” I say, then Chris catches me off guard.
“Is it bad I want another one?”
“Another one?” I know what he’s talking about, but I want him to be specific.
“Another beautiful, lovable— what was that other word you used?”
“Demanding.”
He snickers, then sighs, “I want another one.”
“…Yeah?”
He nods, smiling sadly.
“Chris, baby, that’s not bad at all.”
“I didn’t mean to put it that way-“
“I know you didn’t.”
He looks at me with tired, quiet, pleading eyes.
I grab his face and kiss him. I taste bits of cookie crumbs and get a whiff of his shampoo.
For a second, there’s no worries about how we’re going to finish these cookies without wasting them, or the small fear that the little ones might sneak down the stairs unexpectedly. It’s just us, in cozy pjs, at the end of December, in love.
“We should bring the kid’s present’s down,” I bite down a smile, “and maybe make our own present.”
His hands circle my hips before he lightly squeezes my love handles. “Really?” He grins.
“If you really want to.”
He kisses my lips, again, and again.
“Yes, please.” He whispers.
“Evans number three.” I fall head over heels in love with the idea.
“I love that.” He kisses me. “I love you, and I love our two kids, and I already love our number three that’s waiting to be conceived.”
I laugh.
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The dream
Chris Evans x reader
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Summary: When you get the chance to make your dream come true, you take it. But you didn’t think it would scare you this much and how stressed it would make you. But Chris has a couple of ideas up his sleeve
Warnings: Overstressed, anxiety, panic, mention of a panic attack, nightmares, SoftChris, Passionate and loving sex, eating you out, giving you the lead in sex, him asking you what you need and want, fingering, eating you out, Soft smut, neediness for each other, jerking off, p in v, no condom, creampie, cockwarming
Words:5K
A/N: So this is very personal as in problematic wise. I’m waiting for a go from the designer so I can continue and I never thought that it gave me this much anxiety, panic and nightmares. I’ve been waiting for two weeks and the deadline is coming closer, making me think irrational. Besides, I still need to make 200 slides….. yeah I’m already overstressed and I just need Chris to help me through this but this is the closest I can get.
The dream
Your dream was finally coming true and you did it all on your own. You were going to make the graphics for a big festival and would also be the photographer. Or at least, you could count on it but it still had to be completely arranged and it gave you anxiety. You rather would have it in black and white. You had a pitch where you would show your work that you made for the festival and they loved it. But there was only one graphic designer in the team and he had to give you a go in order for you to continue or not so the days following are absolute hell.
This was your dream and it got right into your lap so you wouldn’t let it go for the life of you. Unfortunately the anxiety rose with each passing day and Chris, your boyfriend, noticed. He took you along to his premiers that were going on right now with like Lightyear, The Gray man etc etc. Chris noticed that with each passing day you grew more nervous and anxious.
Today was a very hot day and you finally threw a mail out for the people in the team to get you an answer from the designer but they were all very busy, which you did understand but it just didn’t help with the growing anxiety that you couldn’t control anymore.
You were behind your computer and also send a text message out so you would be sure they would see the mail. Your leg was bouncing while you stared at your empty inbox. The worst part was that all of this triggered your depression as well. Chris was in the kitchen, making coffee when he heard nothing except the tapping of your heel on the ground. He looked at you and sight. He knew how much this meant to you and you would do everything for this. Like this really was a start of your dream and you were so incredibly close that it scared the absolute life out of you.
You didn’t tell Chris how bad it really was but he could guess. He just never thought it would be this bad since you were an expert in hiding. Chris walked over to you and placed his hands on either side of the armchair, placing a kiss on the top of your head. “Hey sweetheart. How you’re holding up?” He asked you as he turned your chair around and got on his knees so he would be on eye sight. His head resting on his arms which were resting on your knees.
You shrugged and let out a shaky breath. He placed a piece of hair behind your ear and softly brushed your cheek with his knuckles. “The same only it’s getting worse by the day.” He nodded, listening to you. “It’s a warm day…. Why don’t we go to the beach today? It’s no use of staying behind this laptop honey.” You let out a sigh and refreshed your inbox to be met by absolutely nothing. “What if he doesn’t like my work Chris? What if he doesn’t want me to finish it or make me start all over again? The deadline is only 2 months away and I have to make at least 200 slides.” Chris shushed you, noticing your demeanor changed and your breathing becoming rapidly.
He held your cheeks softly with his palms. “Slow down baby girl. I’ve seen your work and it’s amazing. They wouldn’t make you all of this if they didn’t want you.” he tried to remind you. “But they only got me because one of the team member knows me personally.” You rubbed your temples in distress. Chris took your hand away, stopping you. “Sweetheart, listen to me. They saw your work and if you weren’t good enough they wouldn’t have made you continue. It’s all in your head and it’s completely understandable that you’re stressed out but you need this energy for later.”
“Let me call Scott and ask him if he wants to join us. You need some distractions. Trust me sweetheart, this’ll do you good. Maybe some friends can join us too?” he proposed and you knew he was right but you were closer to tears than smiling at the moment, not feeling very social. “It’s been three weeks Chris….” You reminded him. “I’ve been waiting for three weeks and I can’t contain my anxiety anymore.” Your eyes filled up with tears from the absolute sheer panic you were in. You were keeping it all in and it felt like you were about to burst in a form of a panic attack.
“Let me take care of you sweetheart. You’ve always taken care of me when I have anxiety. Now it’s my turn.” He said softly as he caressed your legs. You sighed and looked back at your laptop. “I don’t feel very social today. Let’s just ask Scott and his boyfriend but no friends. I can’t really deal with that right now.” You told him honestly. “That’s okay sweetheart. Why don’t you make some fruit ready and I’ll call Scott?” he was so gentle with you right now since you couldn’t do that for yourself. You’ve been beating yourself up over this for three weeks straight now.
You nodded and Chris helped you up, pulling you into a hug as he held you tightly. “It’s going to be fine sweetheart, I promise you.” You hid your face in the crook of his neck, taking in a deep breath while Chris’s cologne calmed you down slightly. He placed his hand on the back of your head, trying to make you feel as safe and protected as possible.
He waited until you got out of the hug, giving you as much time as you needed while placing kisses on the side of your head until you got out of the hug. “And if this doesn’t work, I’ve got more ideas to how I can destress you….” he told you with a smirk and winked at you. You rolled your eyes and giggled. “You see! It does work, you’re smiling again.” You shook your head and made your way to the kitchen to cut up the watermelon.
Chris called Scotty while you got all kinds of fruit. You loved Scott to bits. His positivity was intoxicating and that’s exactly what you were needing right now. All of this had a pretty big effect on your life and love life. You and Chris haven’t done anything in the last three weeks and even though Chris gave you all the time you needed, you knew he was a little touched starved just like you. All of a sudden you felt a pair of arms around your waist and Chris let his head rest on your shoulder as his body was pressed up against yours.
“Scott and Steve will be here in an hour.” Chris told you, kissing your cheek. You nodded and fed him a strawberry you were cutting up. “I’ll get a cooler for the drinks and stuff.” He told you and kissed your neck. He made you turn around by your waist. He had a mischievous smile and pulled you in for a kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer. He picked you up and placed you on the counter without breaking the kiss. You pulled away and went with your hands through his fluffy hair while he stood in between your legs. “I love you.” you told him, caressing his cheek this time, his stubbles tickling the palm of your hand. “And I love you sweetheart.” His smile big and bright, which you mirrored.
“Now get your pretty ass upstairs and get changed.” He told you, helping you off the counter, placing a quick kiss on your lips and smacked your ass softly and playfully. You turned around with a smile while he watched you walk away. You got everything you needed just like Chris. Scott was one minute away and you quickly looked into your inbox again. “No…..” Chris said and wrapped his arms around your waist, trying to pull you away from your laptop. “Chrihiss….. just let me take a look” You whined and almost fought Chris to see your inbox. He let out a loud sigh and let go of you. Obviously there was nothing there and when you turned around towards Chris he had his hand on his side with his eyebrow up. “Sorry….” You told him and he walked towards you. “Today is for relaxation sweetheart. Now let’s go.” He told you and kissed you before carrying the cooler and bag.
Just in time, Scott honked the car. “There they are!!!” Scott yelled with a smile, making you smile as well. You jumped in the back and hugged Scott and Steve. “How are you? Heard you were pretty stressed out so we’re going to make you relaxed by the end of the day.” You smiled “Thanks Scotty.” Chris jumped in besides you and pulled your legs over his, his warm, big hand on your knee.
It didn’t took long before you arrived at the beach while Scott talked with you about the new true crime docu he had seen. It took a minute to get your thoughts off the festival but in the end it did work, getting you in a way better mood. You searched a quiet spot to lay and when you found it, you all unpacked. Chris put some sunscreen on your back and you on his. Just by seeing him without a shirt on, made the butterflies go loose in the pit of your stomach. It’s been a while when you saw him without a shirt and he was ripped in a way you didn’t remember he was while the tattoos showed off.
Scott brought a ball with him for in the water while you turned up the music a little. Scott and Steve already jumped in the water, jumping on each other’s back. Chris turned to you and checked you out with a smirk, making you feel shy again. “What?” you asked with a shy smile playing upon your lips. He shrugged a little “You just look good, that’s all.” he told you and kissed your shoulder, meeting your eyes above his sunglasses. You felt your cheeks getting heated, chuckled and looked away. “What? I can’t compliment my favorite girl right now?” he knew damn well what he was doing to you.
He got your arm and gently rubbed it. He knew exactly how to make you feel heated, shy and most importantly, made you feel like the only woman on earth. “hmh… Smooth Christopher… smooth.” You told him and stood up, reaching  out your hand for him to take. He chuckled at your response and took your hand in his and got up. He stood very close to you and was taller than you were, making you feel a bit small and intimidated. Damn this man knew exactly what to do and what he did now, made you feel submissive. Chris looked down at you with a smirk. You rolled your eyes slightly, not wanting to give in now just on principles and pushed him playfully away.
“What?” Chris chuckled and if you could roll your eyes even further, you would, making Chris chuckle even more. “Let’s just go, you tease.” Your remark made him laugh wholeheartedly and you knew that this was the vibe he was going with today. He took your hand and placed a delicate kiss on it, smiling at you. You turned towards him, standing close to him as well. This time it took him by surprise at the close proximity you were standing and got his sunglasses of his face. “Don’t wanna loose them now do we?” you chuckled at your win this time and placed it on the towel. Now it was your turn to wrap him around your finger.
You took his hand in yours and walked into the water, paddling your feet in the refreshing water. Chris looked at you with a loving smile and placed his arm around you, pulling you against the side of his body and kissed the top of your head. He could see you were thinking about it again and whispered in your ear “It’s all going to be okay sweetheart. Trust yourself.” He took the lead, still holding your hand in his when he turned around looking at you if you were ready to go further into the water.
You walked slowly his way. The water wasn’t cold, more refreshing than anything else  but you still needed to get used to it. Every time you took a step forward, Chris took a step backward to help you. It wasn’t like you really needed help, but you loved the fact that he was doing it either way, always so caring and it made your heart flutter. You looked at Chris, the sun kissing his skin while his fluffy hair shined in the sun and it was like falling in love with him all over again.
You smiled and got his hand, pulling him closer. It surprised Chris for a minute until you wrapped your arms around his torso, your head resting against his chest. It took him a moment but wrapped his arms around you as well, pulling you closer and you could hear the rumble of his chuckles. He went with his hand over your hair. “What’s this for sweetheart?” he asked you softly and caringly. “I just love you so much.” His heart started to melt when you said that and how you wrapped yourself around him. The need to protect you from anything and everything got even bigger by the second. He would do anything for you without thinking twice about it.
“You have no idea how much I love you too baby girl” he told you, kissing your head. His hands cupped your cheek as he gave you a chaste kiss. Without warning, you both got splashed by Scott and Steven, making you both gasp at the sudden coldness.
It turned out in a water fight until you were all soaked. You hanged around Chris like a koala in the water until you got out. Chris was right, this did do you a lot of good but once you returned home, you were confronted again.
You wanted to put your computer on when Chris placed his hand above yours, making you look at him. He shook his head lovingly, making you think twice about it. You looked back at your computer and got your hand away, listening to Chris.
“Let’s take a shower together hmh?” he asked you and you nodded. The entire time on the beach you were very clingy which you weren’t a lot so Chris knew he had to be very soft and gentle with you. Chris didn’t see this side of you a lot but when you did show it, he loved every given moment of it and it felt like his heart would burst with the love he had for you. Besides, he knew that the moment you got clingy, you gave your consent for him to take completely care of you.
He helped you get upstairs and into the bathroom. You were glad that you changed the sheets of the bed this morning so you could get into a clean bed later. You and Chris got undressed and Chris gave you a hand, helping you get into the shower with him. He got your favorite bath foam and softly rubbed it onto your body. He pulled you into a hug, when he saw that the stress exhausted you and it showed now since you were relaxed. “It’s okay baby. you’re going to be completely fine. I’m here with every step and you’re doing such a good job. I couldn’t be more proud of you for following your dreams even though I know how scary it can be.” You tightened your arms more around him while he comforted you.
When you got out and Chris obviously helped you out, he dried you off with a soft towel, put your underwear on and placed you on the counter. “Which lotion you want baby?” he asked you looking around. “My favorite.” You told him tiredly and he immediately got your favorite lotion, rubbing it gently in before putting your favorite shirt of him on and helped you off the bathroom counter.
He quickly put some short sweats on himself and a shirt. You both walked downstairs and he got on the couch, pulling you onto his lap sideways and gave you the tv remote. You watched a tv series and cuddled closer to Chris. He played with your hair, calming you and relaxing you even more. You let your head rest on his chest, underneath his chin. You couldn’t fight your heavy eyelids anymore and closed them, feeling utterly and completely safe in Chris’s arms.
You were almost drifting off until you felt Chris shift underneath you. You flutter you eyes open and looked at Chris who smiled lovingly at you. “Let’s get you upstairs sweetheart.” He told you and you noticed that the tv was already off. You nodded and got out of his lap. Chris still held onto you in case you might fall since you were very drowsy. You brushed your teeth freshened up a little before falling into the clean sheets.
It was cool in the room, giving you both some release from the almost unbearable heat. Chris got in next to you and scooped you closer, placing an arm underneath your head so you could rest your head on his chest. Your legs over him and it didn’t took you long before falling asleep.
You had a very vivid nightmare about the festival. It seemed so incredibly real that you actually thought that it happened. You slowly got up, rubbing your face and looked at Chris who was in a very peaceful and deep sleep. You had dreamt that the designer didn’t want you and hated you for no reason at all, saying that you were unprofessional and childish. It felt so real that you couldn’t snap out of it and had to check if it really happened or not.
You got out of bed trying to be as quiet as possible and made your way downstairs, not even bothering with the lights. The tears slipped down your cheek as you felt a fearful weight on your heart, hoping that it was in fact a nightmare. The panic rose when you saw your computer which you quickly turned on and sat down in the chair. You opened your mail and searched through it with a heavy heart, not even able to stop crying at this point. You were so caught up that you didn’t even hear Chris walking downstairs.
He found you behind your computer and his heart sank. You rested your head on your arms as you tried to hold your sobs in. He sighted softly out of sympathy and walked towards you. He didn’t want to unsettle you so he softly rubbed your arms, making you look up. He saw that your eyes were bloodshot red and sympathy was written all over his face.
He kneeled down in front of you and you broke down completely. He shushed you. “It’s going to be alright sweetheart. It was a nightmare wasn’t it?” he asked you and you nodded, unable to contain the sobs coming from you as you shook in his arms. You were both on the ground now and Chris held you tightly when you crawled into his lap, your legs wrapped around him. “He said that I was too childish, unprofessional and hated me for no reason. It felt so real Chris. I thought it really happened. I had to check.” You told him between sobs, feeling utterly exhausted from this whole experience.
“I know honey, it’s okay. It’s not real and I’m 100% sure he wouldn’t say that. You are too good in what you do and trust me when I say that you are very professional. I’ve seen it myself. It’s your fears projecting right now. It’s not going to happen in real life.” He told you softly, trying to help you rationalize. “I know… I’m just exhausted from the waiting and containing the panic and anxiety. With every passing day, it’s getting harder. I don’t know how long I’m going to be able to do this.”
Chris cupped your cheeks softly. “You’re the most strongest woman I’ve ever seen. You’re going to get through this and you’re going to rock it.” he kissed you softly and wiped away your tears. “I’ll be here with you remember? And it was all just a nightmare.” He reminded you and you took a deep shaky breath. He smiled softly at you and kissed your nose. “You want to stay downstairs and watch something or do you want to get upstairs again? I might be able to take some stress away.” he told you the last part teasingly again, making you chuckle through your tears. He smiled the moment he saw you smile again.
You were actually considering it though, at this point wanting to try anything to take the stress away. “Let’s go upstairs.” But you didn’t responded to the last sentence. He helped you up and held your hand while walking upstairs. You looked at your side of the bed and shivered from the thought of the nightmare. Chris looked at you concerned. “It’s going to be okay, I’m here.” He whispered in your ear, raising goosebumps over your body.
You sat down on the bed and rubbed your face. Chris took your hands away and kissed them before slowly and gently kissing your cheeks, your nose, forehead and lastly your lips. He saw the consideration in your eyes. “Just relax baby girl, let me make you feel good.” He told you and kissed your neck gently. You felt the heat spread down, noticing how needy and starved you actually were.
He took his shirt off of you and his own, his hands going over your body before making you lay down back on the bed. “Just relax.” He told you softly once again. His lips trailing down from your neck to your chest towards your breast. Your felt your breath hitch a little and got even wetter by his soft and gentle touch.
His mouth and tongue played with your nipple. He trailed down your stomach, his fingertips caressing your thighs, getting you even more in the mood. He left wet kisses behind, his blue eyes piercing yours with love in them. Not like he would do normally, the dominant side staying put right now and showed you all the love he could. He kissed your thighs lovingly while his big hands gently rubbed them. You felt the heat pulsating and couldn’t wait for his mouth to get attached.
He grinded on the side of the bed with his cock for some release himself. His finger went over your wet slit and carefully put a finger in your pussy, curling it inside, making you moan and more wetter. His mouth got attached to your clit and he hummed from pleasure himself. He pumped his finger in and out of you while his mouth was doing some magic itself. You felt yourself grow closer. It was almost embarrassing how fast you could cum right now but didn’t care that much.
His tongue circled your clit while his finger thrusted in you. You saw his bicep flexing because of it and the man was a whole painting on it’s own right now. You buckled your hips slightly and Chris let you right now. You squeezed around his fingers. “You’re close aren’t you baby?” his voice still loving instead of dark which you expected, but to be fair, you needed someone who was soft right now and Chris got that hint a week ago. Just waited for you to let him in your bubble and accept his gentleness.
“Yeah I am.” You murmured out. The sounds your pussy made while Chris was eating you out, made you even hornier. “You cum when you’re ready pretty girl.” Your fingers clenched into the sheets as you arched your back. One hand found his way into his hair, tucking it a bit, making him moan in the process. “I’m gonna cum.” You told him and he fastened his pace, making you shiver and shake in no time.
He got his fingers out of you while you tried to regain your breathing again. Chris looked at you and placed wet kissed over your stomach, towards your chest, neck and after your lips, kissing you passionately. You could taste yourself on his tongue and you arched your back again so your body could meet his, your leg going over his hard cock in his boxers. You pulled him down in the kiss, his body laying on top of you now. “What do you want baby?” he asked you genuinely, letting you take the lead for the first time and it made you a bit nervous. “Can you make me cum again?” Chris smiled lovingly at you and nodded, placing soft kisses on your lips. “Want me to do it like I just did?” he asked you, helping you out as he noticed your nervousness.
You nodded shyly and a bit embarrassed. He smiled and gave you a last kiss before laying on his back. “climb on baby girl.” He told you and you were quick on your feet, crawling over him. He helped you to get up, you were always nervous that you would hurt him so he had to help you in this one. He held onto your thighs and pulled you down on his face. You almost collapsed at the spot while he hummed again and looked at you to see how you were doing.
He ate you out like a starved man. Not going to lie, he probably was and you started to shake above him. His finger entering you, curling it inside, hitting the perfect spot as you cried out. “Cum for me sweetheart.” He told you between eating you out. You got a little off his face as you shook violently above him but he pulled you down again, not done with you yet and kept eating you throughout your orgasm.
Soft licks were giving as he lapped you up. He helped you get off and laid on his side towards you, placing a piece of hair away from your sticky forehead. He kept going over your hair with his hand, waiting for you to catch your breath. You turned your head to look at him. He smiled lovingly at you and even though you loved dominant Chris, you couldn’t help but love this side of him just as much. “How your feeling?” he asked you and you smiled a bit, getting closer to him to kiss him.
He got you into a passionate kiss and he slowly got on top of you. One hand entangled in his hair, just like he did with you and the other massaged his cock through his boxers. He gasped out a little as you freed his cock and gently jerked him off. He sighed in the kiss and you noticed he was just as needy for you as you were for him. You placed his cock by your entrance, slowly going over your slit and covered his cock with your cum before slowly pushing the tip in, both gasping at the familiar feeling of each other.
“I’ve missed you so much.” He told you, almost whiningly. “I’ve missed you too.” You moaned out as he pushed his hips more forward, going deeper in you. “Stay in me tonight. I need you close.” You told him, feeling even more needy for him and just his physical touch. “I know baby, I know, I need you too.” He kissed you below your ear, sending shivers down your spine.
You put your legs around him and pushed him in deeper. Chris started moving slowly while you both moaned out. You haven’t heard Chris this vocal before. I mean, he is very vocal in bed but this just took the price. He slowly started thrusting into you, hitting your g-spot every time he got into you. You attached your lips to his neck before needlingly pulling him into a deep kiss. His arms were tightly wrapped around you, holding you just as close. “I’m not going to last long tonight sweetheart.” He warned you. “That’s okay. I just need you close.” He moaned at your response while he felt needed and important, which he obviously was.
“I’m gonna cum again.” You told him almost completely hidden underneath him. “that’s okay, cum for me princess, cum for me.” he motivated you. You started to clench around his cock and he moaned out loudly in response. “Cum with me Chris, cum inside of me.” His whole body tensed up when you asked him to cum together and he almost lost all of his strength in his body. He hid his face in the crook of his neck while your hands caressed his back, pulling him more down.
You came hard and clenched so hard on his cock that you started to milk him out entirely. Chris was moaning in your ear and you could feel his heart thundering against yours. You both tried to catch your breath and you felt his cum seeping out of you. You felt so complete right now and relaxed. You chuckled “You were right, this does help with the stress.” He chuckled as well, meeting your gaze and cupped your cheek. “I like this side of you.” you confessed softly. He smiled lovingly at you. “I like this side too.” He told you, kissing you softly, still a bit out of breath.
“You still want me to stay inside of you tonight sweetheart?” he asked you, softly rubbing your cheek with his thumb, now laying more to the side. You nodded “Yeah I need you close.” He smiled and kissed the top of your nose. He laid more to the side, his ;leg over you this time, one arm underneath his head and the other resting on your side, both just staring at each other.
It was going to be a long, exhausting and stressful road but maybe you finally found your way of destressing.
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levans44 · 11 months
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pairing: steve rogers x SHIELD agent!Reader
warnings: 18+ SMUT*, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, lots of angst, hurt/comfort, eventual smut/romance/fluff, mentions of violence, accidents, family member death
summary: Working under SHIELD’s Damage Control division, she was used to handling shitty situations: wrecked buildings, stranded helicarriers, and alien hostages, to name a few.
But a one-night stand with Captain America?
Definitely not one of 'em.
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Chris and I- bringing our Baby home for the first time
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18+ just in case ALL FLUFF (slight mention of parent death) bringing baby home from being born choose ur own Chris (its an AU) COMMENTS & REBLOGS APPRECIATED no permission to repost republish or tralnslate.
"Chris why are you driving so slow?" I'm with our baby in the back while he's driving the Audi, (always my favorite car)
"Because"
"Yea but hon it's our private road my baby's gunna turn three before we get to the house."
"Um excuse me its our Baby"
"Sure let's just so with that." I playfully roll my eyes and see Chris pout in the rear view mirror.
"That's not funny you know how long I've wanted a family for."
"I do and I'm sorry." I pause for a few second. "Actually I'm not because you're taking forever and I am in desperate need of a bath and she is going to need to be changed soon and you should get rest. Because I am not letting her cry herself to sleep. A d-"
"You think I'd do that? Hell no."
"Good because I'm not going to be the only one getting up so if you can increase to may at least 10 miles an hour. I'd appreciate it."
"Fine. "
"Dare I even ask for 30?" I flirty teases.
"Don't push it." His lip curls a bit.
My phone dings
"Oooo"
What?
"Scott left us cheesecake in the fridge and your mother will be bringing us dinner! God I love your family."
My tears well up
"I know. I'm sorry hon. I'm sure your mother would've loved to be here but I know she's watching over us. "
"I know I just....."
"Hey it's ok you've got my family and they love you more than me so"
I laugh
"It's gunna be weird without dodger there but I can't wait until he gets to meet his baby sister." I changed the topic in a dime-I know. And I know Chris knows I did that on purpose- it's too painful to talk about right now; especially with emotions all over the place.
"I'm glad everyone understood we wanted some alone time."
"Well it was that or we leave them on a porch to freeze."
"Oh my sweet little one you have no idea how much you're loved." I caress her cheek.
"Oh she knows did you see how much she loved people. Who visited her she drank it up."
"Oh I saw. I'm glad she has a big family who loves her. She's so beautiful."
"Just like her mama."
"Chris."
"What? Its true. She is practically your mini me. Franky I'm thrilled I was terrified."
"Yea gorgeous sexy actor who'd want to look like-"
"You do remember those scene where I had to dress up like a woman."
"Good point I'm still traumatized."
"We all were" he laughs
"Chris did we move at all?"
"Yes I'm getting there. Relax."
"Well she gunna be hungrey I know and you know I know when she is gunna get hungrey."
"And exactly how is that."
"Mommys intuition."
"I want daddy's intuition" he pouted
Oh thats easy see carry the child for 9 months and push them out through-"
"Ok ok I was there I don't need to relive it."
"You asked. We almost there I wanna cuddle. Honey we have plen-"
"Who said you I wanna cuddle with my baby girl."
"Me too."
"Well you know how we solve that?"
"No."
"We all cuddle together. Wait you seriously didn't think of that?"
"Hon I am just focused on the road."
"Chris you realized if you go to 30 miles we would've been there 5 minutes ago. Especially since Mama here is getting Hangrey" I cross my arms.
"Ok good point."
Within 2 minutes were back at home.
Chris and I unlock the carrier I go to get out he tells me to wait. He get the car seat/carrier he puts her down on the porch and we can see her from where we are.
"You left our child alone? I look at him with" widened eyes.
He pauses in mid movement not sure what to do or say
"I'm just kidding we can see her from here but hon I can walk by myself."
"I just want to help."
"Nothing I say will change things will it?"
"Nope."
"Worth a try. Anyway. Alright go. She needs to eat I want to sleep and you are on diper duty."
"Got it."
That was easier than I thought," I thought.
"Mother knows best." He replies
"How the hell do you know what I was thinking."
"Because we are that in sync."
"I had that inadvertent smirk on my face going didnt I?"
"Yes."
Before we bring her in he opens the door and goes inside for a moment. Then he comes back out.
He won't let me bend down to pick up the carrier so he picks her up but he are holding both sides of the carrier as we walk in together. Thankfully he has huge doors.
"Home sweet home baby girl."
We get the tiniest tiniest yawn.
"That was the cutest thing ever awww."
"I got it all on film baby."
"What?"
I put my camera to record this. So I can send it to everyone.
Can you not send it to everyone on your acting friends list, that didn't go over well like anytime but just to our close close friends and family I don't trust everyone and its my baby and I-"
"I know I know calm down mama bear. I already have a baby list and got NDAs."
Ok so he's even more paranoid than me.
There was a moment of silence.
"Chris."
"Yea
"What do we do first with her?"
he pauses
"I dont know."
"She's sleeping I dont want to take her out of her carrier."
"Me either dont wake a sleeping baby. We leave her on the floor and get changed?"
"I guess"
Were besides ourselves but we change and we sit on the floor and just stare at her.
"She's still asleep how is this possible"
"I don't know."
"We must have the most perfect baby ever- look at her sweet little breaths."
We stare at her, intensly for a while longer ok, for a lot while longer. He keeps trying to take his phone out. I put my hands over his. I mean after the 200th photo we can give it a rest and just take it in.
Chris mom, who has a key, had came and knocked with her finger to get our attention
"Why is she still in her carrier?"
"She's still sleeping."
"I dont want to wake her. I know she's gunna be hungrey and you know when she wakes up but I can't I can't help it. She's so."
We don't want to miss anything.
Ok you two how about you get some sleep and let grandma take care of her
Me and Chris both pout
Now go. You two sleep while you can.
Chris helps me up why I don't know. But he does and we crawl into bed and cuddle up and I fall asleep in his arms the next thing I know his mother is gently waking me, telling me she's hungrey.
Our sweet angel is brought in to me and Chris wakes up a second before she's brought into me.. she grabs onto my finger as she feeds.
“I love you” he kissed my temple
“I know.”
He kisses her head and she gives him the dirtiest look.
I let out a huge laugh.
"You're just like mama" he boops her nose which does nothing to dispell her dirty look.
"Mommy doesn't like to be disturbed when she's eating either."
"Ignore daddy" her eyes turn back to me, turning soft, "hes crazy."
"She likes you better."
"Baby im sure its just cause she loves food and I'm her only source. And she doesn't like me better its just baby moods." I don't know if that’s a thing but its worth a shot to comfort Chris.
"I know she loves you too. She made grabbed hands towards you before she fell asleep."
"Really."
"Yea. Right my little angel you love daddy too."
We turn on the TV low and Chris put on C-span.
"One way to get her to sleep. But maybe save c-span for night time. Put on a movie."
"Which one?”
“I don't know."
We finally settle on Disney's Snow White and not soon after she finishes eating and fals right back asleep. I hold her as Chris puts one arm around me and one arm around the baby.
His mother comes in without us realizing and apprently took a few pictures before she told us to say cheese.
"I'm tired"
"Sleep my love."
"We should put her down in her crib first I wanna do it together its the first time." I pout. So I'm exhausted I'm barely able to make it to her nursery but I'm determined for us to do this as a family. We gently placed her in the crib And Chris is apprently a master at hiding camera because he got the whole thing on film. We placed her in her crib and
and back before I'm out like a light. Chris later told me he held me while watching the baby monitor like a hawk until he fell asleep. I mean she's safe and were home and safe. Theres nothing I need more than what I have right now, snuggling into my husband the perfect first time home.
Ok sure she woke up up for feedings (which Chris got up to get her, and diaper changes and swaddling but she's a baby they do that but she's still a perfect baby... our baby... mine and Chris' perfect baby
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gummydummy19 · 4 months
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I recently hit 1K (thank you guys again, I love you all xoxo) and I had no idea how to celebrate...
Today I finally got an idea :)) I'm making a little rec list of some of my favorite fics I've read on here over the years, to share them with you guys <3
Please remember that liking and REBLOGGING (!!!!!) is super duper important!
Tight Spaces by @peyton-warren
Into The Storm by @peyton-warren
A Dash of Cinnamon by @peyton-warren
Sanctuary of Hope by @peyton-warren
Pride by @thornsnvultures
Trouble Maker by @thanksbutno98
Beautiful Destinations by @thelastsock
A Flower in The Desert (series) by @ashbrat488
A/N: feel free to tag your favourite writers or send me fic recs babes 🫶🏻💕✨
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@metalbuckaroo @princessayveke @montsepliego @scxrletrecsmarvel @hopelesslyrogers @eclecticpatrolroadlawyer @tfandtws @vicmc624 @ahahafudge @enchantedbarnes @wickedravyn @pono-pura-vida @amayaraestyles @matchat3a @fictional-hooman @sebastianexplicit @peaches1958 @avengersfan25 @jamneuromain @tryingtoliveonmywishes @mrsevans90 @daybreak96 @tiredqueen73 @fallingforunrealisticromance @identity2212 @randomweirdoss @ragamuffin285 @juliaorpll78 @geralts-yenn @imjusthereforliam @bangtanstoeart @squeezyvalkyrie @enchantedbytomandhenry @superduckmilkshake @kingliam2019 @bascmve01 @missgaygurl @foxyjwls007 @mollymal @urmomsgirlfriend1
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mandos-things · 2 years
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Comfort - Chris Evans
Relationship: Chris Evans x gn!reader
Warnings: mentions of crying, angst, fluffy ending, comfort
Summary: Y/n's boyfriend comforts them after a nightmare.
Thank you @hoperu14 for requesting! Hope you enjoy❤
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In..out...in....out.....breathe.
You brushed your hands over your face, sniffling as quietly as possible so as to not wake up your sleeping boyfriend beside you.
You took a deep breath. Breathe. Just a nightmare. Just a nightma-
"Baby?"
He's still half asleep, however the sight of your teary-eyed face is enough to drag him up and into your space.
"Mmsorry. Di-dnt  mean to w-wake you," you breathe shakily, yelping slightly as you feel the warmth of Chris's arm circle your form.
"Shhhh, baby. Its okay, its alright darlin', " he moves you between his legs, one hands around your waist and the other holding your face to his warm chest.
You sigh at his warmth, and you let yourself just feel. He leaves soft, loving kisses along the crown of your head. Thumb wiping away stray tears, as he murmurs sweet nothings into your ear.
"Just a dream baby. I'm right here."
He squeezes you tighter, hand moving to your back to help steady your breathing.
"Look at me angel," you tilt your chin up, red eyes sleepily staring into his ocean eyes.
He moves his lips from your forehead, down to your nose, smiling lightly as you giggle at the featherlight touch.
"I love you," you tell him, leaning upon to capture his lips in yours.
Me moves you until you're straddling him, arms circled protectively around you. "I love you too, baby. I got you, I'm right here. I'll always protect you."
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rodrikstark · 2 years
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bestie!!! first of all congratulations 🎊🎉 you’re so talented i’m so happy you’ve reached this milestone!! I hope you have a wonderful celebration ♥️
if you’re feeling it, i would love to read to have your take on stevie with a touched starved! girl and how he comes to notice it/try to help 🥺
steve rogers x gn!reader (fluff)
a/n: thank you so much, and thank you for this lovely prompt which hits so close to home lmao 😭😭💕💕 i want to hold steebee's hand 24/7
warnings: injuries, vague mentions of blood
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he wears his gloves as much as he can. you insist on it. 
some bullshit about how you’re suddenly afraid of his shield. maybe one day it’s spinning too rapidly, flying too fast, the edge too sharp. what if he gets cut? steve, don’t look at me like that. i’m being serious.
you should be grateful for his shield. he’d be dead without that little disk of vibranium as his companion.
but you’re right—you're always right—because he does get cut. after years of practice, he’s mostly mastered the physics, bouncing it off drywalls and concrete pillars, slicing through steel cables to get somewhere quick. disarming and protecting and smashing as appropriate, as is his duty. but he's not perfect. super soldiers can still lose focus, make mistakes. 
plus, some people like to play at being captain america and launch the bastard right back at him.
steve heals, though. he reminds you of this constantly, over your frustrated whine as your fingers try to push him back together. the skin stitches itself. the blood-red split and the itchiness that comes with healing usually fade within half a day. never a problem to begin with.
see, baby? all good.
but with enough repetition—the wound healing and reopening and healing—it leaves a mark. a thin, whitish stripe just underneath the natural folds of his palms. 
something about those scars brings you a bone-deep comfort.
you hang on like his hands belong to you. steve has long accepted that he'll never have full capacity of both arms to accomplish any given task. luckily, he's got you as a partner, another person to hold his sketchbook steady or help him shift gears while driving.
the pad of your thumb glances repeatedly over the ridge when you're anxious. otherwise, you outline the length of it when you're happy. like a lifeline, a direct supply of air to calm your heart rate and support your laughter.
each time you touch him, it's like you’re renewedly grateful that your giant lughead of a boyfriend decided to take the serum almost a century ago. this way, he’ll always come home to you. relatively unharmed, at least.
so, he wears the damn gloves. just, not too often.
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sarahrogersevans · 1 year
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Heyy how are you! In love with your work 😍 kinda have a request ❤
Imagine yn with a sprained ankle and chris being out of town for a day. She's working her ass off to every single thing including taking their kids to school and teaching dance to her students. Chris gets to know about it and gets angry about it. And they have a big fat fight about it.
Just Please Be More Careful- Husband! Chris Evans xreader fan fic request
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Summary: Reader has a sprained ankle but is still taking her kids to school and teaching her dance class and Chris finds out and gets upset but because he just really worries about his wife
Warnings: angst, mention of a small argument, fluff, mentions of pain, overprotective Chris! a lot of sweet fluff, let me know if I missed anything
One morning on my way to teach one of my dance classes I got a sprained ankle from tripping but I really didn’t wanna have time to take off from work and I didn’t wanna burden Chris to take our kids to school when he’s already so busy with his job. I got my morning coffee and helped Chris get the kids up though I had to ignore how my ankle was hurting really bad and I would try and not make any noise when I put weight on it though I Chris was starting to get concerned.
I was walking our kids Emily and Daniel to the car to take them to school and Chris noticed I was walking a bit slow and said “hey honey you ok there?” I turned to look over my husband Chris who was standing over by his car and I smiled and said “hey babe yea I’m ok I’m just a bit tired this morning that’s all, ok kids get in the car let’s go.” Chris came over to say goodbye for the day and kissed me and said “I’ll call you later when I’m on my way home.” I hugged him and said “alright sounds good honey have a good day I love you.” Chris waved to the kids and said “bye guys see you tonight ok? Be good.”
Later after I dropped the kids off at school I got to my dance class and I put my stuff away and said “everyone ready?” They all nodded but later on I noticed my ankle was starting to hurt worse than before and I went over to my assistant and said “hey Molly could you take over? I hurt my ankle and I need to go to the doctor.” Molly said “oh hey, yea of course! Feel better Y/N be careful!”
I drove to the doctor and got my ankle in a cast and I got home after picking up the kids and I sat in bed and heard Chris get in and he walked into our shared bedroom and said “oh god there you are, I went to your class looking for you Y/N what are you doing back here so early?” I nervously uncovered my ankle and I said “my ankle is sprained and I tried to still teach my class but I had Molly my assistant take over and I went to the ER & they said to rest it for a week I didn’t wanna bother with it since it didn’t hurt as bad at first but I’m sorry I didn’t say anything..”
Chris had his hands on his hips and said “baby you shouldn’t overwork yourself like that and really need to be more careful I don’t want you hurting yourself. What if something happened to you?” Chris seemed frustrated and walked out of the room for a minute and I felt so guilty and I started crying.
Chris walked back in and noticed the state I was and carefully came over to sit by me and said “oh honey hey.. I’m sorry bubba hey come here I shouldn’t have yelled..” I scooted closer to him and he wrapped his arms around me and I said “you’re right Chris I’m sorry I should be more careful I shouldn’t be so stupid..” Chris said “hey it’s ok Y/N I love you so much I just.. I really worry about you and the kids I just.. just please be more careful ok? You’re my wife I love you so much.” I hugged Chris tight and said “I promise I will, I love you too.”
Here ya go luv xx 😊 hope you like it🤍
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wndawtch · 1 year
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Hey bubs! What about maybe a chris evans x wife!reader (or gf!reader, you can pick) where it's winter (maybe close to Christmas?) and snowing in Boston and Chris and Reader go for a walk and get hot chocolate and kiss out in the snow and it's just really fluffy and they come home and cuddle to warm back up?
Either way, I love you and your writing so much and there's absolutely no pressure to write this at all
𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬 ⊹˙
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he’s a SUCKER for nature…
every moment consists of him proudly pointing out every details of nature
naked trees
dewy grounds
crisp, crunchy leaves
misty, foggy mornings/evenings
colder temperatures
he always brings a spare pair of gloves, bc you’ve ‘forgotten’ yours…
dodger playing around in the leaves, spewing tuffs of leaves around with his dirty-brown nose.
he brings his polaroid camera with him, EVERYWHERE…
he’s literally dedicated a photo album books, on his living room’s bookshelf…😭
this walk feels like an eternity with him…
many hot chocolate mustaches, and snowy kisses later…
after your fairy tale walk of love with him<3
you all walk through the dark oak door frame, a beautiful, erubescent red & jade green themed wreath.
ever so elegantly place onto the large, dark oak, with encarved repetitive patterns across the door.
chris straight hurried away turned up the heating, setting the fire place, and got heinz tomato soup boiling, ready to indulge!
moments later, christmas music is blaring out of the speakers in the evans household.
from ariana grande to nat cole king singing about this festive season!
y/n laying ever so comfortably inbetween chris’s legs, each holding another cup of hot chocolate!
“i love u”
“yea, right?! i love u more y/n”
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𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐰𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐰𝐭𝐜𝐡 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🤍 ⋅
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ellerosie2332 · 2 years
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hi love, I see you're taking requests xx i just need some boyfriend!ari levinson fluff in my life rn like she's suffering from period cramps and he just wraps her up in blanket and holds her and he takes care of her <3
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Cramps
Boyfriend!Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader
(A/N: Thank you for this request. Tbh I really needed some fluffy Ari as well. I hope you like this. - Ellen)
Word Count: 738
Warnings: Reader has a period, Pain, Description of blood, Nausea, Fluff.
Masterlists | Requests are Open
The minute you moved as you were waking up, you felt the pain. You let out a groan as you pressed your hand on your stomach. 
The Sudanese heat was not helping you feel any more comfortable. In the months that you had been there along with Ari, Rachel, Sammy, Max and Jake, you and Rachel had had many periods between the two of you. Knowing each other’s cycle as well as your own. 
There was a comforting silence that filled the air of your’s and Ari’s hut. You didn’t know what time it was but you were aware of the cold patch of bed next to you. Taking a deep breath as a wave of pain hit you. You wanted to get up and take a shower but you felt all the energy drain out of you as soon as you went to move.
You heard a small grunt from the door and looked up to see your boyfriend standing there, a thin layer of sweat all over his body. He was shirtless showing his broad shoulders. As he moved over to the bed you could see his muscles tensing and relaxing. His long hair was in his face, messy from where he had run his fingers repeatedly through it, something he probably did a lot as he was working out.
Laying there silently, you weren’t even sure if Ari knew that you were awake. Suddenly you got another wave of pain along with a feeling of nausea. You knew you probably weren’t going to be sick but you rolled over onto your side, groaning. This caught Ari’s attention as he made his way over to you.
The sensation of his fingers moving hair off of your forehead made you weakly smile. 
“What’s going on Sweetheart.” Ari whispered gently in your ear. He let his fingers continue to sweep through your hair as you took another breath. 
“Just cramps. I’ll be alright in a little while.”
“Why don’t we have the day off? It's a Sunday so the others can cover for us.” Ari suggested.
“I can’t do that to them. I’ll be fine I promise.” However your vow fell on deaf ears as Ari was already making his way out of the hut. Getting up you quickly showered and cleaned yourself up. You replaced your sanitary towel and took some pain relief pills knowing that they would take effect soon. Making your way back over to the bed you climbed in and stole Ari’s pillow.Breathing in his scent, you couldn’t help but fall back asleep so that you could get a break from the pain for a little while.
This time when you woke up, you felt a soothing hand on your stomach. You immediately recognised who the calloused hand belonged to and you sank into his body behind you. You felt him kiss the back of your head before nuzzling his nose into your hair. 
Your peaceful rest was soon interrupted by the need to sneeze. Grabbing a tissue you kept on the nightstand you quickly sneezed feeling the gush of blood in your lower stomach. Groaning, you reluctantly moved from Ari’s hold to go to the bathroom. For the second time that day, you cleaned yourself up before moving back to the bedroom. The first thing your saw was Ari’s sympathetic smile.
“Come here darling.” He beckoned softly as he opened up his arms for you to join him.
It occurred to you at that moment that it was mid-afternoon and you hadn’t worked all day. “Should we relieve the other’s?” You asked him, feeling slightly guilty.
Ari sighed, “Everyone is alright with us being in here. Sammy, Max and Jake think you're just sick but Rachel knows what’s going on and even offered to cover for you for a few days if you need.” 
Smiling up at him, you snuggled into his chest, appreciating the warmth he gave you. You pecked his chest a couple of times, feeling his chest hair tickle your nose.
You and Ari cuddled for the rest of the day. You always appreciated these moments with him when he was Ari your boyfriend and not Ari the Mossad agent. “You know what else helps cramps.” Ari grinned cheekily.
“It’ll be messy.” You warned him. You're pretty sure you heard him groan a ‘good’ out before he started kissing down your neck. Yeah, you definitely got lucky with Ari.
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Chris Evans’ Characters Taglist:
@hehehehannahthings
@bval-1
@dietmountainhoneydew
@tenaciousperfectionunknown
@cevansgurl
@gwenebear
@princess-baby18
@ccmarvelxx
@slutforchrisjamalevans
@mechixx
@booklover2622
@1-800-captain-insano
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peyton-warren · 2 years
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Untitled Jake Jensen Comfort Fic Ask.
Well Comfort!Anon. I deleted my post in response to your ask in frustration cuz of my lack of tumblr skills and now I’ve lost your ask. Lemme try again.
I started your requested fic, within a day or two of your request. But I’ve been stuck with a hard core case of writers block for the past few (4) months.
However to hopefully tide you over til I can make the rest of it work out, here is a the beginning of the fic. It’s a lil darker than the previous comfort Jake Jensen fic. I hope you like it.  Takes place pre-movie.
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“Clay?” You answered your phone with a slight panic in your voice. Your boyfriend and his team weren't due back for another week. And now his superior was calling you.
“Hey, sweetheart,” the colonel started, his voice tight, making your stomach drop to your toes.
You sat up from the couch, suddenly very attentive to the whiskey soaked voice on the other end of the phone. “What’s going on? Is it…”
“Bad,” he interrupted, sending your mind into a million different directions about what could have happened to Jake and his team. Since Clay was calling, you figured at least Jake was alive, right? That was a safe assumption? Right?
“You with me, hon?” Clay asked, his voice doubly concerned as he cut through your thoughts.
Shaking the thoughts from your head, you nod once before remembering he couldn’t see you. “Is he ok?” You mean, clearly he wasn’t. You just didn’t know how to ask or what you could ask.
You heard a deep draw of breath and followed by a hefty exhale, must not be good at all if Colonel was smoking again. “Physically he’s fine, he’s fine.” Another inhale with an exhale chaser. “Shit went down badly. And Jensen is taking it bad. We all are, really but he more so than the rest of us.”
Your eyes begin to mist at the sound of Clay’s voice crackling at the end. “Can you tell me anything more?” you gently prod, hoping for a little more information. “What do I need to know?”
Clay cleared his throat and was silent for a moment. “Just know it was in no way his fault, but he blames himself.”
Of course he does, you thought to yourself. It’s why you love Jacob Jensen, his heart is bigger than his damn head and if someone else got hurt on his watch-
“We are all fine,” Clay interrupts again, making you realize your inner monologue had actually escaped out of your mouth. “Again physically,” he corrected.
“Alright,” you started only to be surprised by a double resounding knock on your front door, your head spinning quickly. You saw a couple shadows on the porch.
“That’ll be Pooch and Cougar with our boy,” Clay informs you. “We loaded him up quick before any of the army shrinks could lay eyes on him.”
You swallowed hard, standing up and slowly walking to the front door. “What the fuck happened, Clay?” you asked knowing he couldn’t give you much of any answer.
“Just take care of him, hon,” Clay requested. “Call me or Roque if you need an assist. Any time at all, you hear me?”
You nod at the authoritative voice as you unlock the door. “Yeah,” you say softly as you open the door.
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The Ibiza vibe
Chris Evans x reader
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Summary: on a vacation to Ibiza you meet your favorite actor and to your surprise you’re all going out together, making the tension between the two of you even sharper. The night was still young and he loved to help you with making the most of your vacation.
Warnings: hints of self-conscious and insecurities, alcohol consumption, small mention of trauma and fear of intimacy, smut, passionate sex, blowjob, p in v, no condom (please be wise), begging, eating you out, creampie,
Words: 5K
A/N: This ain’t my favorite but don’t worry I’ll write some more smut in the future ;)
The Ibiza vibe
You had a couple of hard months lately and your friends decided to take you on a trip. Well the trip was already settled, they just dragged you with them. You all had a vacation booked to Ibiza and you were there for over two days now. The hotel that you picked was absolutely gorgeous. This would be the first day that you would go out and to the beach since you all had a pretty bad jetlag.
You grabbed your stuff and walked with them out of the hotel. The weather was so incredible nice, it was like the sun gave you a warm needed big hug. You still had to settle down here because before you left, a lot of stuff had happened and you still had to process that so you tried to have fun but stayed on the quiet side, which was fine by your friends.
Your friends were great as they gave you the space if you needed that or would pick you up and be there for you if that was what you needed. You were so grateful for your friends and you let them know that.
You finally walked to a more private beach. Well it wasn’t private but more hidden so there weren’t a lot of people around. You laid your towel down besides some plants and trees so you still had a little bit of shadow. You put some sunscreen on and laid down. Your friends put on some music and now you finally had time to look around and see the people.
There was a group of guys and you thought you saw the Chris Evans in between the people. You sat up straight and quickly took your sunglasses off to get a better look but to your surprise, that was the exact moment he turned around towards you. His eyes connected with yours and he smiled at you, which you returned shyly.
You quickly put your sunglasses up and tried to act normal even though that was a little bit hard since you were fangirling over the entire place because your favorite actor and crush was standing just a couple of meters in front of you. He was gorgeous too. His fluffy hair danced in the sun, his chest a little toned and black swim shorts on.
You recognized his brother Scott as well until you abruptly got pulled out of your thoughts by Luna. “oh my god Y/N, don’t freak out but THE Chris Evans is over there!” she told you excitedly. “Shhh keep your voice down. I know, I already saw him.” you told her, trying to shush her. She chuckled “Of course, you already saw him.” she told you and stood up. You looked confused at her “You coming for a swim or what?” She asked you, making you chuckle and stood up as well.
You all walked to the water and you noticed that Chris was checking you out. His eyes felt like fire on your skin and you start to feel self-conscious and awkward. Luna started to walk next to you “He’s checking you out, maybe he likes you” she whispered and you rolled your eyes. “Or.. he thinks I’m a creep because I looked one too many times.” This time she rolled her eyes. “You don’t actually believe that right? You’re gorgeous, he’d be dumb and blind if he wouldn’t see that and trust me by the looks of it, he ain’t dumb nor blind.” She told you with a smirk and took off in the water.
You stood with your toes in the crystal blue ocean, just enjoying the sun on your skin and trying to ground yourself. Your friends were calling for you to come in as well and so you did. The water wasn’t cold or anything, it was refreshing and just the right temperature.
After taking a couple of dibs, you told your friends that you went back to the towels and you would see them in a bit before walking back. Just like before, Chris was looking at you again and once you met his gaze, he smiled again which you returned shyly. Scott swatted his brother for attention but once Scott looked your way, he began grinning at Chris. You felt embarrassed and awkward and just wanted to go to your towel.
When you finally arrived you got your book and began reading, completely indulged in the story once your friends came back. Everything around you slowed down once you only got attention for the book until there was a shadow standing over you and one of your friends swatted your arm. You looked up to see Chris and two of his friends.
“Hi, I’m sorry to interrupt you girls but we wanted to play a game of volleyball and we need 3 more people and we were wondering if you might be interested….?” One of his friends spoke up, while you and Chris kept looking at each other. You started to feel shy again. More than you normally were. Your friends looked at you and Chris with a smirk “Yes we would love to!” Jess told them, making them smile excitedly. “We’ve got beer and other stuff if you want to, so feel free to help yourself out.” One of his friends said.
You stood up just like the rest of the group and introduces yourself. You gave a hand to the other boys apparently named Jeremy and Luke. They walked away with your friends, leaving you and Chris behind. You softly gave him a hand and a flustered smile “Hi I’m Y/N” He smiled in a way that made you even more flustered. “That’s a beautiful name. I’m Chris, it’s nice to meet you.” Once you let go of his hand, you noticed that he was quite flustered himself, which surprised you.
You walked behind the group and started chatting for a minute “So, here on vacation as well?” he asked you, making you nod. “You as well I presume.” He nodded and chuckled “Yeah arrived two days ago. We’re staying in those bungalows.” You looked surprised at him “That’s not far from our hotel. We arrived here two days ago as well.” this time he looked surprised at you. “No way, really? What hotel are you staying in?” You told the name of the hotel before you got brutally interrupted by Scott.
“Hi! I’m Scott.” He told you happily, making you chuckle “I’m Y/N, nice to meet you!” you told him and Scott eyed Chris for a second and you felt flustered again. “Let’s play some volleyball!” Jeremy called out to the two of you. “Alright, let’s go” Chris told you.
You were told the teams and started playing. Chris was in the opposite team and kept eyeing you with a smirk which you returned playfully as well. Scott was in your team and kept by your side to talk to you, which was a lot of fun. “You’re really good at this!” Scott told you “Nah, I’m just very competitive.” You remarked back, making Scott laugh “In that case, this will be very interesting.”
After a while it became a tie and you all decided it was enough, so you and Scott could also talk normally. You really hit it off with Scott as well, talking about crime documentaries etc. Chris got the three of you a beer and began standing next to you. Scott noticed that and took advantage of it. “Hey, we’re going out tonight, you guys want to come along? It’s always fun to go with a bigger group!” You looked back at your friends who excitedly nodded along, making you chuckle “apparently we’ll go.”
Scott cheered and you all talked a bit more but Scott left you with Chris alone. You were both sitting down at this point while there was some music playing in the background. You started chatting with Chris and your nerves became less when you did so. You hit it off great together but like more than you’ve ever experienced and it was scary to you and you wondered if he might feel the same thing.
At this point it felt like you were the only one there until your friends abruptly disrupted the both of you. “Hey, we want to go back to the hotel so we can eat and after that get ready. We have each other’s phone number so we can find each other. You coming along?” You looked at Chris “Yeah, I’m going to go with them but we can talk later?” You asked nervously. He smiled lovingly at you. “Yeah, I would love that. Let me give you my number as well before you go though.” He told you and looked through his bag.
Your friends eyed each other with a smirk while you both handed out your information so you can keep in touch with each other. He gave you a hug before you left and you waved to the other’s and left towards the hotel. Your friend couldn’t stop talking about how sure they were that Chris liked you but you kept your mouth shut. You didn’t need any more false hope than you already gave yourself.
Your phone went off and smiled as soon as you saw that it was a text from Chris, telling you he couldn’t wait for tonight and wanted to know more about you. You hadn’t told him yet that you were a fan but he wasn’t dumb.
You texted him back that you couldn’t wait either before you all went to dinner and after that dressed up to go out. You texted Chris that you all were almost done and the girls texted Scott on where to meet and you all made your way to the location. The boys were already there and everyone hugged each other while Chris’s eyes lingered on you and the dress that hugged all of your curves perfectly. “you look… wow… you look absolutely amazing!” you felt flustered and look down for a moment, smiling. Chris couldn’t stop smiling either. “you look very handsome as well”  you told him, still flustered, which made him smile even brighter and looked down a little shy as well.
The entire walk towards the club was just you and Chris chatting which kept going once you were in the club. Everyone was dancing while you two kept chatting.
After a while, once the drinks started flowing more and you felt more buzzed, the flirting between you and Chris became a whole lot more. They eye contact, teasing with that, the smirks etc. You both couldn’t stop looking at each other and you started dancing more, feeling bold because of the booze. You got closer to Chris and started dancing against him. It wasn’t very clear to other’s but it was definitely clear to Chris.
Your ass slowly grinding against him. His big hands on your waist while his fingers dug in your skin, pulling you even closer to him. His face a little more in your neck as he placed his lips quickly onto your skin, his arms a little more around you and as soon as it began, it also ended just as quickly, leaving you wanting more. It felt like a burning desire, almost like an addiction.
You looked at Chris and he at you with an awaiting look on his face before you started talking.
“Okay can I be honest with you?” you slurred a little from the booze making Chris chuckle “of course you can sweetheart.” the nickname send butterflies flying through your stomach. “I've had a crush on you since I’ve seen Captain America. It just got more when I saw defending Jacob, which you were amazing in by the way.” Chris chuckled even more. “Have you now?” he asked you teasingly.
The alcohol definitely did not do you a favor right now and you start to feel embarrassed yet bold. “ahh I never should’ve said that….” You told him, clearly embarrassed. “no, no, I think it’s cute. So.. how’s that crush now than?” he asked boldly with a smirk. You were gob smacked and chuckled a little nervous after you got out of the shock.  “I.. eh well, obviously still very much there…” you told him uncomfortably but honest. He smiled proudly and sipped his drink. “well than it’s only fair to say that I’ve started to get a crush on you too…” he told you, eyeing you as he took another sip.
There was a major tension between the two of you and you couldn’t deny the affect he had on you as you stared at each other in silence with both a teasing smile on your lips.
You both started dancing for a long time with each other while the drinks kept flowing, which made the tension between the two of you grow even more and it was apparent that you both became unable to hide it anymore.
“hey want to get out of here and go back to my place?” Chris asked you with a smile. You weren’t that type of girl and with any other guy you definitely would’ve said no but this was The Chris Evans and you would’ve never forgive yourself if you didn’t go so you smiled at him and said “ I would love to”
He softly grabbed your hand and led you out of the club after you told your friends that you went with Chris. They just smirked and wished you a good time. With every step closer to Chris’s bungalow, you became more and more nervous.
You knew why you were there, all the signs were there but you’ve haven’t had much sex, let’s just keep it on trauma. That was also one of the many reasons why you were so nervous. Besides this wasn’t really your thing, yet here you were.
You finally arrived at his bungalow and walked into his room. It was beautiful, his bed had a view of the ocean and there was a deck over the sea where you could sit and chill. Chris kept looking at you with a seducing look, making you feel shy and nervous for what was about to come. He poured you a drank and walked dangerously towards you, making you feel small and intimidated.
He handed you the drink and you couldn’t bear to look at him right now. You felt so small and the tension was extremely tense as the air thickened around you. Chris noticed your nervousness and the reaction he had on you so he took a step back. You looked around the room and paced. “I ehhh am sorry, I’m just nervous. I don’t do this often.”
“We don’t have to this.” He told you genuinely as you were nervously pacing around and chugging your drink he made for you. You couldn’t believe yourself. Here you were with your favorite actor and the longtime crush you had on him and you were actually doubting to tap out because you were too nervous to fuck him. “No. I want to. I’m just very nervous… I don’t you know, do this a lot.”
He smiled softly at you and walked up to you, taking your chin between your fingers. “If it means anything, I don’t do this a lot as well. And I really like you. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. Like I said, I really like you.”
Fuck this man and his respectfulness. It made him even hotter. “You don’t take fans home with you?” You asked him, not really believing him. He chuckled “no sweetheart, you’re the only one.”
“Well of course I had one nightstand but I never was really interested into something else but with you it’s different.” You looked down, still doubting it. You felt like you’re in the movie where Emma Stone was having a one night stand with Ryan gosling but ended up not doing anything because she was so scared.
I mean it’s Chris fucking Evans but you were hurt a lot but you also didn’t want to lose this opportunity to fuck your favorite actor, making you mad that your fear of intimacy was kicking in. “Why don’t we just sit down and have a drink and just talk? I want to know more about you.” He told you with a smile as he held your hands in his.
You gave him a smile, feeling more comfortable as he treated you soft and gentle. Not even one bit mad that sex wasn’t happening right now. He led you out to the deck and you both sat down.
He started to ask you questions and the conversation began flowing and you both started laughing a lot while looking at the stars. After a while you started to get cold and he gave you his jacket and after an hour you moved to the bed just to relax.
He gave you a shirt of his that was way too big for you so you could be more comfortable than in that dress of yours. You both kept talking and he was resting his head on your lap while you went with your finger through his hair.
I like it when you do that. He told you all of a sudden. You looked down at him with a soft smile. He got up a little as you both fell into a trance from the eye contact. He softly grabbed your chin, staring into your eyes before he placed his lips on yours. His stubbles tickling your skin in a good way.
His lips felt like soft pillows against your own. Your tongue connected with his and he sat up more without breaking the kiss. It wasn’t a heated kiss but very passionate. You let your hand rest on his cheek as well. His thumb softly caressing your cheek in the kiss. This time it was you, who sat up more straight because you wanted to climb up onto his lap.
Chris noticed and placed his hands on your waist and got you onto his lap without breaking the kiss. He laid you back down on your back with Chris between your legs because you were in his lap. He broke the kiss for a minute to look at you. He smiled lovingly at you, which you returned. He nuzzled his nose against yours and got back into a much more heated kiss.
His hips automatically grinding against your body. His lips going from your lips to your sensitive spot in your neck, his big hand slowly and teasingly moving over your body. You couldn’t help the whimper that escaped your throat. You placed your hands around him and pulled him in closer, needing to feel him.
He got out of your neck and looked at you. “Are you sure about this?” you nodded quickly “Yeah, please don’t stop, I want to feel you.” he smiled brighter and got his shirt off and got yours off too, leaving you only into your bra and panties. He took a look at you and you saw a spark in his eyes before you pulled him back onto your lips, needing to feel more.
He pulled away from your lips again and went from your neck to your chest and stomach, moving down more. He looked up at you with blown pupils while his fingers hooked your panties. You quickly nodded and he got your  panties off. You knew you were soaked because who the hell wouldn’t.
His hand was on your stomach and he teasingly caressed your skin, moving down even more and in response you got goosebumps all over your body. His thumb found your clit and you felt electricity moving through your entire body. “You’re already this wet for me baby.” he grunted deeply before he started to lick your slit. This never felt so good and it was like you had a complete black out, keeping you in the present as there was no thought left in your brain.
His tongue flicked against your clit before he started sucking and you completely arched your back, your fingers holding his fluffy hair while you already came close to an orgasm. “I’m close, don’t stop, please don’t stop,” You beggingly whined, making Chris chuckle deeply. “I like it when you beg me.” His dark voice got on all of your senses, pushing you even closer to the edge.
He started to eat you out even more than he did before. His hands around your body, keeping you down on the mattress while he grinded his hips on the bed side. You felt excitement in the pit of your stomach and Chris held you tighter while you came into his mouth. He grunted and moaned as he licked you up, letting you shake out of the orgasm.
He got up and kissed you passionately. “You’re amazing.” He told you through the kiss, making you smile. You sat up straight and unbuckled his pants and took them off. You started to kiss him and he took your bra off without breaking lose from the kiss while you palmed him through his boxers. You couldn’t hear enough of him moaning.
He grabbed you closer, pushing your entire body close to his and you worked on his boxers, taking it off of him. His cock sprung lose and you took him in your soft hand, slowly pumping. Chris kept moaning into your neck, motivating you to keep going but you wanted to hear more, needed to hear more. For so long you’ve dreamed about this, read fanfiction about this and now it was coming true and you wanted the full experience.
You got on your knees and licked his shaft as he let out a shaky breath. He got you on eye sight again and looked at you, making you confused. “You don’t have to do that if you don’t want to.” You smiled relieved at him and kissed him “I want to.” You told him and he groaned at that alone.
You licked his shaft again, teasing him just a little before you tried to take him completely in. He was way too big but that didn’t mean you weren’t going to try it. Chris got your hair out of the way and moaned as you worked on him. He got you off of him for a second and he laid down so he could be more comfortable.
You trialed kisses from his neck to his chest and got down on him again. Your palm working on what you couldn’t get in as you heard him moan louder and you felt yourself dripping wet. He got you off of him and laid you down on your back. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to cum very soon.” He told you panting and kissed you again before looking at you. “You sure about this?” he asked again, wanting to be sure. You nodded again but he shook his head. “No I need to hear you say it.” Your head was completely lost. “ Yeah, I really want this, please Chris.” You begged him as you bucked your hips up so your slit would come in contact with his rock hard cock.
He smiled smugly at you and rubbed his cock against your slit. “Oh so you really want this huh?” he asked you playfully but for you it was tortures. “Yes, please Chris. Please I want to feel you, please.” You completely begged right now and you heard him chuckle before putting the tip in you. “Don’t worry baby, I’ll take care of you.” he told you and kissed your cheek which was completely flustered.
He slowly put his cock into you and you could feel him stretch you out to the brim, both moaning in unison. He laid on top of you before moving so you could adjust. “You okay sweetheart?” he asked you while placing a piece of hair out of your face. You smiled “Yeah.” You told him softly as you went with your hands through his soft locks.
He slowly started moving and it quickly turned very passionate as his hips rocked against yours. Your legs were around him, pulling him in deeper while you kissed him. He placed kisses all over your face while picking up the pace. Both panting and started to get sweaty but you were lost into each other’s eyes while he fucked you out.
You felt yourself grow close to another orgasm again and without saying a thing, his finger found your clit again and rubbed it while you chased your high. “It’s okay baby, let go for me. It’s okay.” He whispered softly into your ear and afterwards nibbled your earlobe as your walls clung around his cock while you came hard. Chris moaned as you held his cock in a death grip. “Baby, I can’t hold it any longer. You feel to good. I’m gonna cum.” He told you grunting and you quickly placed your hands on his cheek “It’s okay, you can cum in me. It’s okay.” This time you whispered as you kept eye contact with him and you saw that he was trying to hold it. You pulled him in for a kiss and he moaned through it while you felt something warm shooting into you, knowing he came.
He breathed shallow in the kiss as he came down from his high as well and when he calmed down a bit he kissed you more passionately. “You really are amazing sweetheart.” He told you still out of breath a little, placing quick kisses on your lips before letting his head rest on your chest. You went with your hands through his hair and felt completely at ease for the first time after sex.
You both looked outside and saw the sunrise coming up. “I forgot to ask you for how long are you staying here?” he asked you softly, making you chuckle “a week. What about you?” he nodded “a week as well” He smiled brightly and placed a hand on your cheek before pulling you into a sweet kiss. “That means that we have a week to do a lot of things.” He told you with a smirk, making you chuckle as well. You both grunted a little from the sudden movement while he was still in you.
He carefully got out, making you whine at the emptiness you suddenly felt. Chris looked a little worried at you. “I’m sorry.” He told you and placed a kiss on your lips again but let his hand rest on your cheek while his thumb softly rubbed your cheek. He smiled lovingly at you again and you felt the butterflies go wild in your stomach.
“Let’s get cleaned up a little.” He told you, making you agree. You both got in the shower and couldn’t stop staring into each other’s eyes. It made you feel safe but also made the connection you two had even stronger than before. You both washed each other off and got out once you were done and back into the bed. It was now around 6 in the morning and you both got very tired.
“You don’t regret it do you?” he asked you while he pulled you closer to cuddle you. “Not one bit.” You told him and turned around to face him completely. “So… a whole week huh?” he teased you, making you laugh. “I’m going to make it the best time of my life.” You told him giggling “I think I could might help with that.” He had a grin “I would love your help.” You told him back and you kissed each other before snuggling against each other.
His hand softly went over your hair while he held you tightly against him. You both looked outside at the sunrise and you felt absolutely complete and fell asleep.
~a little time skip~
You woke up, the sun warm on your skin as you heard something in the room. You opened your eyes and turned around to see Chris, without a shirt, holding a plate with breakfast, smiling at you. “Hey, sorry I woke you up but I wanted to surprise you with breakfast.” He told you as he took a seat next to you. There were pancakes, croissants and fresh fruit along with some coffee and juice. You smiled brightly at Chris, who pulled you in for a kiss.
You both chatted while eating breakfast and made some plans on what to do today. Obviously with both of your friends too and after another eventful morning full of activities, you laid down again, both panting before he looked at you mesmerized.
“What?” you chuckled as you tried to catch your breath. “Why don’t you stay with me for the week? I want to help you make the most of it and I rather enjoy waking up with you, and not because of the activities.” He told you awaiting your answer but you were honestly starstruck. “Really?” you asked him softly as you went with your hands through his hair again.
You loved the feeling of his fluffy hair through your fingers. “Yeah, I understand if you don’t want to and I don’t want to steal you from your friends but… I would like to steal you from your friends.” He chuckled the last part, making you giggle as well.  “ I would love to stay here with you” he got a brighter smile and kissed you passionately again. “Well, sounds like we should get dressed and get your stuff than.” He told you chuckling.
You groaned a little. “Let’s stay in bed for a couple more minutes.” He looked at you and laid down again, looking at you. This was perfect as you both laid in silence, looking at each other and just enjoying each other presence.
This was definitely already the best vacation of your life and you still had a whole week to go for each other to enjoy and who knows what would happen after that….
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levans44 · 11 months
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chapter 7 (final) - (cap)puccino, w/ milk and sugar
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Loud drumming against the counter. Nervous tips of her fingers bouncing against the marble as she bites her lip, eyebrows creased, gaze tracking his every tantalizing movement.
“So, do you like it?”
They were in her coffee shop behind the counter, 2 pm on a random Saturday. It was the rare occasion that Steve had decided to take the afternoon off from work, planning to visit her at the cafe. She spent all morning giddy in excitement, coming up with the perfect new drink with only one thing in mind.
“Ya know, I might just name this one after you.” She says, placing her finishing touches on her cup. Pretends like she didn’t make this drink exclusively for him. Soft and sweet upon first contact with the tongue, but much deeper, earthy notes hiding behind that layer of light, milky foam.
“Oh yeah?”
“Mhmm” she nods giddily, before placing a playful finger on her chin.
“What to call it… hmm, how about the ‘Captain America special’?”
She laughs at the immediate frown on his face before continuing.
“The American Hero? Ooh, I know! The Mighty Patriot!"
He winces, “no, to all of that.”
“Ok...” she nods slowly and takes a step forward, corner of her mouth still raised in amusement.
“How bout a tall…” the fronts of her shoes bump against his, as her fingers make their way up the buttons of his blue shirt, teasingly slow.
“muscular…”
She raises herself on her tiptoes, nose almost brushing against his as she leans in close.
“…handsome blonde?”
He lets out a soft laugh, eyes diverting. Still a bit shy, but she’s come to adore that about him now.
“I could get behind that.”
She bites her lip, before leaning in for a quick kiss. With a warm hand squeezing around her waist, he doesn’t let her go. He pulls her in closer, thumb tracing small circles on her hip.
Then, a loud noise sounds from outside the shop, maybe a pedestrian or a car, and they pull back abruptly. It’s been about six months since they’ve started dating in secret, but you can’t ever be too careful about PDA when you’re with Captain America.
Before they get too discouraged about the ruined moment, she quickly reaches behind him for the finished coffee on the counter, thrusting it into his hands.
She licks her lips nervously, watching him stare down expectedly into the cup, and is reminded of the first time they met — that single Monday he walked in and tried her cappuccino.
“I painted those, ya know.”
His hand halts, as he looks up at her with a raised eyebrow.
“The paintings in the back?” She nudges her head in the direction of the corner both: their special spot.
“Back when you used to come in for coffee you always used to look at them and… well, I’ve always wanted to tell you that they’re mine.”
A bright smile lightens his eyes as his gaze shifts over to the back wall, adorned with new paintings she had framed just a few weeks ago. He speaks a few seconds later, voice quiet and laced with warmth.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“‘Cause you never asked.” She quips.
With an unreadable smile on his lips, he doesn’t respond, and instead raises the cup to his lips, maintaining eye contact as he takes a sip.
She holds her breath, feeling her stomach do small somersaults as she watches him swallow and lick his lips.
“Well, what do ya think?”
A pause for dramatic effect because she brings out the absolute worst in Captain America, before he grins ear to ear, nodding enthusiastically.
“That’s amazing.”
A quiet sigh of relief she’s determined for him not to hear.
“Really? You’re not just saying that, are you?”
“No, you know I never lie!” He chuckles, taking another sip. “This is very good.”
And just for the sake of evoking old nostalgia, just because she wants to catch him off guard and watch those cheeks tint pink, just because she can, she raises a question tickling the tip of her tongue.
“So you like it better than the cappuccino?"
She already knows his answer, but lets him pull her in close anyway. Closes the gap between their lips to feel just how wide his smile is. Hands curled around the back of his neck, as she savors the sweet taste of coffee on his tongue.
“Never.”
(cap)puccino, w/ milk and sugar masterlist
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