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Here you go with another one, super fluffy + little angsty! 

• I don’t own any of Sarah J. Mass’ characters or any of her plots, I’m just a fan having fun. Also I do not own the images. This is story is mine though, so please do not copy •

WARNING! Nightmares, blood mentions.

Y/N P.O.V.

The sun warmed our backs. I glance to my side, to see my Azriel’s profile. The slightly crooked nose, the high cheekbones, the shadow of a stubble on his jaw. Turning fully, I move to sit in his lap and stare into his chocolate eyes.

“My mate.” — I say as I trace his beautiful features — “I love you, Az”.

 Happiness fills my heart as he smiles at me, but a black winged figure heads straight at us. I glance at it, and terror dampens my senses. Attor. A single one, in our direction baring two swords at his side and a murderous smile on his pale lips.

“There’s an Attor coming, we have to go.”

I stand up grabbing Azriel’s hand, but he stays motionless and gives me dazed grin. 

“Az? We have to go!” 

Nothing. The evil creature flies faster and faster.

“Az, let’s go! Please, get up we have to move!”

I grab his face, tugging on his arm, begging pleading praying for him to run. I grab his chin yelling at his face. My throat is raw and dry, and my voice breaks. I kneel before him, touching his forehead on mine.

“Please, my love. I can’t leave you. We must go —”

A spear pierced his stomach. The Attor, now behind him, raises his other sword, and abruptly, an invisible force holds me down. I can’t move. I trash inside my head, forcing my limbs to move but nothing happens. 

I find myself forced to watch the blade cut Azriel’s throat, his blood shining and dripping down. I scream again. Over and over and over. His limp body falls back, the Attor nowhere be seen. I try to stop the bleeding and my lips pray to the Mother for help, for a way out of this hell, for anything.

Grabbing his face, I beg even more.

“Az, Az Azriel don’t leave me. Stay awake, please. Don’t die on me, you won’t, you can’t.”

Tears stream down my eyes and it becomes hard to breathe. Air doesn’t come inside my lungs, and I scramble away from his still body. Panic drowns me, as I turn around running away from this hell… only to stumble into the Attors blade.

I look down to blade impaling me and —

Azriel’s P.O.V. 

I walk into the cozy apartment, dark from the night outside. Hearing Y/N’s  calm breathing from the room, I assume she’s asleep. Dropping Truth-Teller on the table and my jacket on the couch, I roll my shoulders, the muscles tense and stiff.  A few minutes later, I drink a cup of tea leaning against the kitchen’s counter, when a crie pierces the quiet night. I bolt towards her room, sword in hands, bursting through the door. I find her writhing in bed, tangled in the blankets. A nightmare. Leaving the blade on the floor, I slowly approach her figure. The cries worsen, turning to an almost screaming, and my heart breaks. 

“Please, my love. I can’t leave you. We must go —”

Touching her gently, she flinches away, scared and still asleep.

“ Y/N, you have to wake up.” I speak softly, but to no difference. 

Grabbing her shoulders, she trashes against my hold, and cries more. 

“ Az, Az Azriel don’t leave me. Stay awake, please. Don’t die on me, you won’t, you can’t.”

My eyes burn, and I speak louder.

“Y/N, you have to wake up. This is a nightmare, open your eyes. I’m here, my love.”

Suddenly, she stops moving and her pleading cries turn into broken sobs. Tears stream down her face, and I roar her name. 

Her eyes open, startled and scared, and meet mine. Her breathing falters, and a dam bursts in her. Flinging herself at me, holding me with desperate hands she cries loudly. I don’t ask what happened and we stay there with a strong hold around each other. 

“I’m your mate. I’m here.” 

I repeat it over and over, and after some time, her tears stop. Pulling back to meet my face, she lays her hands on my cheeks.

“You’re here.” 

“ I am.” 

She lets out a relived breath.

“ I had a nightmare. An attor was there, and he k-killed you and then h-he —

“Y/N. I’m here. I’m fine” 

Her hands slide to my throat, touching so lightly, and head towards my stomach. She stays quiet.

“Are you alright, mate?” 

A small smile tugs at lips.

“Do you want a hug, mate? Or perhaps some tea?”

She huffs a laugh.

“Aha! I know what you would like very much. Do you want a kiss, mate? I could give one, you know, but only with a price.”

“Oh really? You don’t say… making me pay for your kisses, that is just evil. I will go bankrupt because of that.”

“I do not have the intention of asking for money, mate. I want two very simple things. The first one is an answer. Are you alright?”

“A little better. Not much.”

“Okay… we can fix that, can’t we mate?”

I say with a reassuring smile.

“Now for the second. This is the hardest thing in the world. It will be a very big challenge, but you must try in order to get a kiss. Give me… a smile.”

Her eyes glint, and she assumes a serious face. 

“Well, mate, this is indeed a challenge unlike any other. But, for you, I must give a try.”

And then, she just smiles. And the world shines. 

Laying her down softly, our breaths mingling. I kiss her lips lightly. Lifting her head more, eyes closed, she seeks another one but I back away slightly.

She opens her eyes, and a playful gleam shines in her eyes.

“I am outraged, I bought a kiss! I only got a peck, you little liar.”

“You want a kiss, mate?”

“Of course, mate. I was promised one, after all”

“Well, I could give you one, you know, but only with a price.” 

“Oh my! — she says with a giggle — What would that price be?” 

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Azriel ~ Beautiful*

Azriel x Reader

* = NSFW. EXPLICIT CONTENT.

Summary: An imagine where you and Azriel find yourselves in the same inn that Rhys and Feyre inhabited 100 years earlier. Hidden feelings and declarations may be made.

Warning: light-ish smut, mention of scars and mental struggles/mental health incl. feelings of self-loathing, being worthless and not good enough, being undeserving of love. Please consider your decision to read this if you are experiencing these feelings.

You are loved. I love you.

Word Count: 3537

I shivered throughly in the cold, teeth chattering lightly from behind my frozen lips. Feyre wasn’t kidding when she’d told us this inn was like an ice box - even to the thick skin of the High Fae.

The order from our esteemed High Lady had led to the necessary overnight stay in the same inn she and Rhys had stayed about a century ago. Feyre and I had become fast friends after the war with Hybern, after the Court of Nightmares had been allowed restricted entry into Velaris as part of Keir’s Darkbringers being…loaned to them.

Velaris was everything I had wanted, everything I had dreamed of. Like Mor, I was a dreamer born into the Court of Nightmares and my kindred heart had spoken to everyone in the inner circle - it hadn’t taken long before I became yet another number.

“Are you alright?” Azriel’s low, deep voice curled around me, another shiver eliciting from me as he closed the door to the room behind us with a soft click.

“Just…cold” I sigh, “Feyre wasn’t kidding.”

Azriel chuckled softly - so softly the sound escaped and vanished into the mist of warm breath it elicited from his mouth.

Turning to face the room, I realised there wasn’t much in it - just grey floorboards, grey walls and…one bed.

Feyre.

I growled internally, finally coming to the conclusion that this entire trip was most likely merely nothing more than another of her matchmaking schemes she had become known for over the years.

Feyre Cursebreaker, more like Feyre Matchmaker.

It was no secret that Azriel and I had danced over our attraction for each other ever since we’d met.

It was a source of relief for the entire Circle - most notably, Mor, whom with Azriel’s attention somewhat divided from her, had finally come out to us all about 50 years ago, the final nail in the coffin of Azriel’s pining.

The relief of the entire Court was palpable when those longing glances towards Mor, the awkward tension, Cassian’s odd scapegoat role all vanished - but was almost immediately followed with trepidation as those wandering looks turned to me instead.

In some ways, I could understand their frustration, it was so clear how we felt for each other - but we’d never acted on it, never said it. It was an unspoken acknowledgement that went, for the most part…unacknowledged.

For whatever reason - whether it be my own trauma, my own issues, or the fact he had spent over 500 years pining for the same woman…we-I just wasn’t ready to admit it, to say it, to..act on it.

No doubt why Feyre was subtly pulling the strings behind the scenes to make it happen.

“I did request a second bed” Azriel says, “But the innkeeper said they didn’t have one and…”

“It wouldn’t fit” I shake my head, finishing his sentence, “Not in this shoebox, no.”

Azriel nodded in agreement, head ducking just a little lower, “I will sleep on the floor.”

“You will do no such thing” I scoff, prancing toward the bed and slumping onto it, patting the empty space beside me, “We’ve been friends for 100 years, Azriel, I’m sure we can share a bed.”

“Alright” Azriel agrees tentatively, a ghost of a smile flickering upon his sensual lips…I tear my gaze away from those lips and instead meet his eyes as he flares his wings a little, allowing them the stretch before he would undoubtedly need to tuck them in for the rest of the night to avoid them getting caught on the snags in the floorboards.

Halfway to the bed, he stops and begins to disarm himself, beginning with his Siphoned gauntlets, the weapons adorning his legs and arms and any spare space a blade could fit. Truth-Teller, however, remained sheathed at his side.

As he prepared himself for bed, I lay down on the mattress, sliding back towards where the slant in the roof was, tucking myself under the sheets and curling into a ball on my side, facing him - allowing him the side with more room, more space to stretch those wings out.

Noticing my courtesy, he smiles softly in thanks. I duck my head in a silent ‘you’re welcome.’

It had always been like that with us - able to communicate with smiles and nods and gestures, rarely needing to rely on words.

Of course, Feyre liked to see that as a potential mating bond but that…that was, at this point, a slim possibility. The only thing that could potentially unveil it would be…

I growl softly, this time outwardly, at the realisation. Azriel stops mid way from sliding into the bed, shooting a curious and concerned look at me. I shake my head, confirming its not him I’m growling at, and he continues his descent into the bed, wings flaring out and behind him.

Having sex.

That was the only thing that could possibly reveal a mating bond between us and our position now, in the same bed, the same inn that Feyre had-

Fucking Feyre.

Another low growl slips from me and this time, gestures weren’t enough for Azriel as he said, “What’s wrong?”

This time I didn’t dodge the question, “Feyre. And her incessant meddling.”

Another soft smile from Azriel, “You would think she’d get bored of it.”

“Oh, I doubt it.” I scoff, “Not until every one of us is paired up and as happy as she is.”

The statement seemed to make Azriel slightly uncomfortable - perhaps too close to the confession neither of us had made or would make…maybe ever.

I let the room fall into a comfortable quiet and end up finding myself…staring at him. His eyes, more specifically. Almost identical to Cassian’s, but where Cass’s fire brightened them, flaring like a living ember amongst the brown and green and yellows of his golden hazel eyes, Azriel’s was…like a living golden flame made ice.

The brightness, the colour was all there but amongst the multi-hued tones of hazel, there were flickers of ice blue so infinitesimal I hadn’t even noticed them until now, where I was so close, so wholly focused on nothing but those hazel depths…

A soft, almost silent gasp elicited from me as I realised that as I stared at him - into him, drinking in the colours and hues and shades of his eyes…he was also doing the same to me. The sudden sound, too, brought him out of it and his gaze dropped from my eyes - not wholly away from me, never that, but just…focused less on my eyes and more on my entire face, the way a friend would usually look at another while talking.

My brows creased a bit, the slightest of frowns - why did we bother with this dance? With denying what we so clearly felt?

To distract myself from ruminating too much more on those thoughts or from Azriel requesting to know them, I uncurled myself from my little ball, stretching my arms before me, reaching for Azriel’s forearm.

He slid his arm back slightly, hesitating and wary, the scars upon them bleached a stark white, setting them shimmering as if they reflected that light. I paused my own movements, again meeting his eyes, my gaze questioning, beseeching…requesting. With a small tremor of his hand, he extended it towards me, palm down, right above my own extended hand. An offering.

I took his hand in mine, so warm despite the ice in his eyes, the ice in his shadows I could feel emanating from behind me, encasing the rest of the room in darkness. If anyone were to walk in, they’d see nothing but black despite the power of the full moon’s light.

With my other hand, I brushed softly over those harsh scars, the little light illuminating the space we lay casting them an even paler shade, so stark against his tanned skin. A harsh intake of breath again paused me in my movements - well, it was harsh for Azriel. For anyone else it was barely a gasp but for the silent, stalwart spymaster…it was a loud sound.

Meeting his eyes, another question within them, I wait for his answering gaze, the permission to continue. A barely perceptible nod and I continued my exploration of those scars. Cold - colder than the rest of his skin, shimmering with an iridescent light, and smooth and silky compared to his palm, covered in calluses from weapon wielding.

Before I can make myself reconsider, I make the boldest move I’d ever made with him - bending my head before those scars with a reverent gentleness, I brushed my lips across the top of his hand in a soft, light kiss, the silky-smoothness of his scars like a gentle, cool caress.

“Beautiful” I whisper into the darkness, raising my head to meet his gaze once again.

Raw, undiluted emotion swam within them - so at odds against the cold set of his face, the mask he never let slip - in front of me, in front of Mor, in front of Rhys. Nobody.

A glimmer of silver traced the line of his eye - tears. Tears he wouldn’t shed, I knew that, but the sight of them there…it broke me. So did the doubt tinged with disgust.

“They’re beautiful” I enunciated again, forcing him to hear the words, the truth behind them.

Azriel closed his eyes, hand tightening around mine. I squeezed back and his wings flared in the shadow-kissed dark. I could have sworn they also shuddered delicately.

I took a deep breath, preparing myself for the words I was about to speak. The declaration I was finally going to make.

There would be no more skirting around the feelings we both knew I felt…that he felt.

“Azriel, I-” I swallow loudly, forcing the nerves to abate - even if for just a moment, “I-”

“Don’t say it,” his words were a broken plea, a wrought and destroyed thing, “Please, don’t say it.”

“Why” I breathed, not quite a question, my brows furrowing with hurt - maybe he didn’t feel how I thought he did.

“I’m not worthy of it. I’m a bastard born…nothing” His voice…it destroyed me, wrecked me, shattered me with the pain it portrayed, the full scope of how worthless he felt.

I wished he had just told me he didn’t feel the same. That he just didn’t want to ruin a friendship so personal to him. Or even that he just blatantly wasn’t interested.

Anything but this…self-loathing.

That mask, the one of cold indifference, of calculating calm…it slipped and - faltered completely. That one form of protection he put out to the world, his way of protecting his very soul, now disappeared before me - only for me, perhaps even only now, for this one moment of complete and total vulnerability.

The emotion from his eyes now leaked into every feature of his face, bowing his eyebrows toward his nose in a deep, self-loathing frown, his mouth downturned, his throat bobbing and those tears…one indeed slipped from his eye.

I released one of his hands from my touch, guiding that now free hand to wipe the tear from his cheek, the silvery wetness of it clinging to my finger.

I studied it, the glistening moisture of it that shimmered like suppressed stars on my finger. As beautiful as the rest of him. Perhaps pathetic to think about a tear as such, but it was almost impossible for me to see anything that related to Azriel and not think it a thing of beauty.

When my gaze unfocused from that tear, I went to meet his eyes again only to see his shadows were ensconcing him. He was almost completely invisible, his wings nothing more than blackness. Disappearing before my eyes.

I couldn’t beat it.

“No” I breathe, this time grabbing both of his hands, clutching them to my chest, his scars resting upon my collarbone. I slid myself closer, so close that I encroached upon his shadows, forcing them either to scatter or to envelop me too.

A pause in the shadows movement - considering. With a shuddering breath, I whispered, “Don’t hide from me. Never hide - not from me. Please.”

Suddenly, the shadows surged forward, swallowing us both in their darkness, the moon’s light disappearing as the solid warmth of Azriel’s body chased away the endless cold of them.

His shadows made seeing him impossible and, for a moment, I thought maybe he knew - they knew - what I was about to say next, that he could only stomach hearing me out, allowing me to say my piece if he didn’t have to see the sincerity upon my face…allowing me to see the emotion on his.

“You are worthy” I said, my voice a soft and distraught mess, “By the Mother, Azriel, you are so worthy. You are beautiful and strong and courageous and loyal and I…I love you.”

The shadows stopped their writhing, turning the once roiling darkness into a solid blanket coating us.

“You love me?”

And Mother help me, the uncertainty, the surprise and shock in those words…it fractured me even more.

“Let me see you” I begged. I would not tell him these things with those shadows hiding him from my sight any longer. The shadows stayed. “Azriel, please.”

My wrecked plea was the shadows undoing, his undoing, and they floated back, drifting on that phantom wind to again cover the space between his wings and the door, revealing all of him to me.

“Yes” I whispered, “I do love you. I have loved you for a long while…but you already knew that. We both did.”

The vulnerability seemed to overwhelm him and again those shadows seemed to subconsciously creep closer. Releasing his scarred and beautiful hands from my chest, I let them drop to the bed and slid myself into the last pocket of space between our bodies, my arms sliding between the spaces either side of his face to link around his neck, to hold me unbreakably to him.

“No” I growled, the first harsh words I’d spoken this night, “No more hiding. If your shadows come to claim you, they must now do the same to me.”

He knew I didn’t mean the literal shadows behind him, around him - it was the shadows within him I spoke of.

The fear and pain and self-hate that plagued his every thought, that stopped him from ever pursuing Mor, from pursuing me. No longer would they tell him he didn’t deserve what he wanted, what he desired.

Never again.

It took me a moment to realise he’d restrained the shadows. I met his eyes, to see the emotion there, to realise neither of us had spoken in a while.

“I…” His voice hitched, his breathing uneven and I watched the internal battle behind his eyes of what I said and he felt and what his mental scars and trauma told him he deserved, “I…have always loved you.”

The last four words rushed out like an avalanche, in one smooth motion, encompassed on one breath.

My eyebrows twitched inward, a momentary frown as I fought back the tears that threatened to spill. Instead, I beamed at him, the light radiating from it rivalling the moonlight’s glare behind me.

“You’re beautiful” Azriel whispered in wonder, his attention fixed on that beaming smile - only for him, “So beautiful.”

“Stealing my words now, are you?” I smirk, bringing in some much needed humour to cut the tension of our confessions, the pain and relief that mingled there, “Have you none of your own?”

Azriel’s face contorted into a mask I knew meant trouble, “I don’t need to resort to words”

My toes curled at the possession in his tone, the seductive and sultry promise.

Scenting the change in me, as quickly as the atmosphere of the room was now changing, he smirked, “Not here.”

I pouted and he let out a low snarl, his own hands sliding around my waist to pull me ever closer, flush to his body, legs tangling with mine. I tilted my head upward, exposing the column of my throat in an effort to better meet his eyes with our changed position…and in a silent request.

"Stop that” he growled, the pout still pasted to my face.

“Stop what?” I asked innocently, batting my eyelashes slightly - and having to clamp down on the laugh that threatened to burst from me at the action.

“Everything” Azriel responded cryptically, “Stop pouting that damn lip, for starters.”

I sucked in a breath, habitually pulling my bottom lip into my mouth and biting softly on it.

That was it.

Azriel swooped upon me, pulling that lip from the cage of my teeth to capture it with his, kissing me possessively as he bit down on my bottom lip himself.

I hitched a leg over his waist, the inside of my knee nocking itself into the slight dip of his torso. It felt so natural - fit so perfectly. Azriel released a hand from my waist to hike that leg higher, to pull the rest of my body into the space it left open.

Releasing my lips, he bowed his forehead to touch mine, sighing softly, “I will not fuck you here, Y/N.”

I whimpered softly and felt the evidence of what that sound did to him upon my stomach. My breathing became difficult, each inhale heavier and deeper than the last.

“Your mouth says no” I chuckled, pushing my chest closer to him, feeling the hardness of him grow in response to the added pressure, “But your body…”

“I have no doubt your own body is begging for it” Azriel cut in, the lust roughening his voice into a serrated edge, “I have no doubt what evidence I’d find between your legs”

Indeed.

My toes curled, my thigh constricting across his body with the same pressure I would apply if my thighs were together…but the prick held tight to my leg, stopping me from withdrawing it and providing the much needed pressure I now craved.

“I will not fuck you here.” He repeated, his head bending to brush his silken lips along the exposed column of my throat, trailing upward along the scope of it to the bottom of my ear where they pressed softly to my earlobe.

I shuddered gently against him and inhaled deeply. He was playing dirty…well, so could I.

Unlocking my fingers from each other, I extended a single hand towards that gauzy membrane, catching his eyes with mine so I could watch what it did to him as I brushed a finger along the inside of his wing, the feeling shockingly similar to his scars.

He flinched and hissed, his breath gusting into the shell of my ear as the hands around my waist and thigh tightened, the length of him hardening even more against my stomach. His eyes were set ablaze - not the simmering ember of Cassian’s but an icy fire - a cold so harsh it burned.

“Forgive me for wanting what I want” I whispered into his own ear, interlacing my fingers again as his wings shivered and then settled, “It has been a century.”

“A century?” Gone was the lust from his voice - though he still remained hard against me, that icy flame still smouldering, “You haven’t…”

I blushed at the unfinished question.

No, actually, I hadn’t been with another male since I’d met Azriel. I’d had opportunities, people who were interested but…I could never bring myself to do it.

No matter how many times Azriel took a female home.

“But I-” That guilt and self-loathing encroached upon his expression again and I shook my head emphatically.

Even Feyre Matchmaker had tried to convince me to take the edge off but despite having a need for touch, for taste, for contact - it was all for him. I refused to settle for any less. Even if that meant becoming a eunuch for the rest of my life.

“It doesn’t matter” I assured him, “We had no obligations, no promises.”

At that, he had no argument, no rebuttal. The guilt, however, still shone there, “I never knew how…deep your feelings went.”

“You mean to tell me you don’t feel as strongly?”

“No, of course not” Azriel rushed and I restrained a giggle, “I do feel for you - so deeply. Perhaps I took those females to bed in order to deny what I felt. Because I feel for you so much - so much so I feared maybe we-”

“Maybe we were mates?”

He nodded once.

“Feared?” I question, peering up at him, “Why feared?”

“Because I am unworthy.”

“Azriel-”

“It will take time, Y/N, before that feeling abates.”

I knew that. Deep down, I knew it.

“Well, from what Feyre tells me the only way we can find out if we’re mates at this point is to…”

“I will not fuck you here” Azriel again said but there was no teasing, no seduction - just blatant fact, “When I fuck you, Y/N, I don’t want any kind of audience. Just you and me.”

The sultriness had once again creeped into his voice and I unsuccessfully tried to huff in disappointment…it just came out as a quivering breath.

“Sleep now” Azriel whispered, releasing my leg at long last in favour of stroking my hair, “You’re exhausted.”

“Ha” I let out a breathy chuckle, “You think I could even attempt to fall asleep after all that?”

“Try” he smiled, “After all, the sooner tomorrow comes…the sooner you do.”

I breathed in shakily, toes again curling as I felt his words reverberate through my core, the heat there building.

I had never seen Azriel like this. So cocky and confident and seducitve, so…dominating.

“Right. Sleeping now.” I attempted to joke, closing my eyes suddenly.

“Wait” Azriel whispered and I opened my eyes again at the soft command.

He moved forward, so slowly, and gently pressed his lips to mine. A soft, gentle kiss - the one we would have had after our heartfelt declarations had lust not gotten the better of us.

The heat in my core settled, instead sending a rushing wave of euphoria and light and happiness, soothing me until I…indeed did feel sleepy.

“Ass” I grumbled, as my eyelids slid closed again, this time heavier.

“I told you, you were exhausted” he chuckled, pressing another light kiss to my brow before a different kind of darkness - separate from his shadows pulled me under.

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Intrusion - Sheldon Cooper

Pairing: Sheldon Cooper x Reader

Characters: Sheldon Cooper, Leonard Hofstadter, Penny, Howard Wolowitz

Warnings: N/A

Request: Anon: “Could you do a Sheldon cooper imagine where the reader is like apart of the fbi(or cia smithing cool like that) and he texts her saying it’s an emergency and she thinks the worst so she like busts down the door with her gun up and the group is there just like ‘ what the heck’ and he’s like ‘you came’ and she like ‘yeah you said it was an emergency !?!?’”

Word Count: 594

Author: Hannah

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Pairing: Sheldon Cooper x Reader

Characters: Sheldon Cooper, Leonard Hofstadter, Howard Wolowitz, Raj Koothrappali

Warnings: N/A

Request: N/A

Word Count: 605

Author: Hannah

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Crying & Hugs

Summary: Chris learns you aren’t a big crier or hugger.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Actress!Reader

“How often do you cry?” The interviewer asked.

Chris groaned going slack in his seat. He rolled his eyes.

“I feel like that was directed to me,” Chris said.

“‘Cause most have been,” you said matter of factly.

“Don’t cry over it,” Chris teased.

“You’ll never see me cry, you big baby,” you said.

“I am a big baby. I cry over everything,” Chris admitted.

“I’m glad I wasn’t around,” you said.

“Why do you say that?” The interviewer asked.

“Cause I wouldn’t know what the fuck to do. Most people would run and try and comfort him. I’d run the fuck away,” you said. “The fuck am I supposed to do?”

“A hug would suffice,” Chris said looking at you.

“I don’t do hugs,” you said starting to play with the rings you have on your fingers.

“She gets all stiff and tense when I hug her,” he said pointing at you. “Or whoever hugs her and she gets this look of fear in her eyes.”

“Yeah, cause it’s a very compromising position,” you said. “How the fuck am I supposed to know you aren’t gonna murder me? Or attack me?”

Your costar can’t help but laugh.

“Why would I attack you?” He asked.

“Bitch, how am I supposed to know your motives? That’s the detective’s job to find out when they find my body and for you to know,” you said getting them to crack up.

“Is this what you really think about?” Chris asked.

“Don’t try and understand me. It’s a waste of time,” you said.

“Y/n, how often do you cry?” The interviewer asked before Chris could deny your claims.

“Once a year,” you said. “And I’m not counting the times for filming.”

“How?” Your costar asked.

“It’s called concealing and not feeling, Christopher,” you said. “Don’t let them know.”

“D- Did you just quote Frozen?” Chris asked.

“Yeah. The ice Queen is my idol,” you said.

“Oh my god,” he said.

“She’s just like me! She closes people off and she makes a castle out of ice on a mountain. She’s living the dream,” you said.

“That’s not the point of the movie,” Chris argued.

“Shut the fuck up and don’t argue with me,” you said. “‘Cause I will physically fight you, Christopher.”

“What will get you to cry?” He asked.

“I’m not revealing that,” you said.

“What about puppies dying?” Chris asked.

“Stop trying to have an emotional connection with me,” you said with a tilt of your head.

“Can I not... deepen our friendship?” he asked looking you in the eyes but you won’t look back.

“No,” you said flatly. “You can not.”

“Why not?” Chris asked.

“I don’t find it to be a good idea,” you said.

“Why?” he questioned.

“I’m not answering that on camera,” you said.

“Fine, but know you aren’t getting away so easily,” the blue eyed actor said.

And just as Chris said, he’s not going to let you dodge him. You tried so hard. It’s already been an overwhelming day for you and you don’t want to deal with him and his questions. You don’t understand why he’s trying so hard to get you open up and so pushy when he wasn’t like that onset with you. But then again you barely had any scenes with him and you two just happened to be partnered up for the press tour. Now, Chris wormed his way into your hotel room. He even has his pushy self holding you against his chest. He won’t being going anywhere anytime soon.

“Why are you doing this?” You asked.

You’re soon met with his chest and he held you tightly against him. Your arms got caged in between the both of you. You tried fighting back but he isn’t letting you go.

“Can you let—?” You asked.

“Nope,” Chris said. “Not until you hug me back.”

You don’t. You stayed tense in his arms. You started biting your bottom lip and feeling overwhelmed in his arms. You aren’t the greatest with touch especially if it’s not for a role or there’s a reason for it.

“Are you crying?” Chris asked.

You shook your head no but sure enough there’s tears rolling down your cheeks. He put his left hand on your cheek and gently wiped away the tear with his thumb. He feels that your jaw is tightly clenched under his hand.

“Are you gonna hug me back?” Chris asked.

You shook your head no making him smile just a bit at your stubbornness. More tears came and you pressed half of your face into the center of his chest. You closed your eyes tightly and held yourself. Chris stood there with you in the middle of the hotel room as you cried quietly.

It’s a good ten minutes before Chris feels your arms wrapped his waist. He smiled so wide and his heart just bursted into warmth.

“Do you want me to let go?” He asked quietly.

“No,” you mumbled.

Pressure Due to Age (Tony Stark X Fem!Reader)

Characters: Tony Stark X Fem!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers, Iron Man

Warnings: Age difference

Request: Hey could i request a tony stark x younger reader? Not like underage younger but like mid 20s younger, as he’s in his 40s I believe. The press think he’s using her for sex or looks or smth but he actually just loves her for who she is. Thanks for all your amazing work lazydoodles!

It was mid afternoon, which meant for you, that work was over. You didn’t need to work, but you loved it. It was your dream job, even if you didn’t realise it going in. You loved your job, and despite the fact that a part of you wanted to stay and finish some things off, a bigger part of you wanted to go home to your boyfriend. Tony Stark. 

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“You’re just 23...” Tony Stark x Reader

Request:  Tony x reader where reader is pretty young & is drugged in one of Tony’s parties, but Tony saves her before anything happens and it’s just fluff? :)

Tag: @iknowyouwuvme

Warning: drugs, alcohol and a little bit of cursing. (Sorry I’m not good at warnings LOL)

Being Maria Hill’s niece had it perks from time to time. She used to sneak you into all the parties Tony Stark threw since you turned 21. You remembered the first one of those parties, the first time you met the billionaire, philanthropic, playboy and genius Tony Stark. He was all of that and even more. He always took care of you during those parties, at least until he was too wasted and used to go to bed with some random girl.

Knowing when you started developing feelings towards him was impossible to know. You knew it was impossible. You were 23 years old and he was closer to being 40 than 30 already. Plus, your aunt would kill you. Just one day you realised how it hurt you to see him with all those model-looking girls and there was not coming back from that point. Actually, it only got worse and you even started to avoid those parties.

That was until you met Tessa. You and Tessa had to do a project together for university so you two ended up becoming really close. She was a kind, hardworking girl, so when she asked you if you could sneak her into one of Tony’s parties for her birthday you couldn’t deny it even when that would mean see him again.

María was also so happy when you asked him for an invitation to the party since it had been almost 6 months since you went to the last one. She was glad to give yours and Tessa’s name to Tony so he could add them to the list. And with that, everything was settled. When you two were getting ready, suddenly Tessa closed the door of the room where you both where and smiled at you.

“What?” You said raising an eyebrow when you finished applying your eyeliner.

“Want to have some fun?” She whispered.

“We are going to a party so we’re already going to have fun”, you chuckled looking at your reflection again.

“Ok, more fun”, she smirked.

Confused you turned to look at her as she walked to her purse, took something from it and walked to you. She opened her hand and when you looked down you saw two pills. They were blue and small. You looked at her with a frown. Definitely, you would have never expected this from that girl. Drugs?

“So? What do you think?” She smirked.

“I think you’re crazy. I don’t do drugs, thanks”, you refused immediately.

“I didn’t either, then I tried these little ones and oh honey, you will see the stars”, she said. “C’mon! Live a little!”

You looked at her just when she had one of the pills and put the other one on the bedtable with a wink before exiting the room. You shook your head and kept on getting ready. That was dangerous and you had been raised to avoid all that kind of stuff. The only drug you allowed yourself to have was alcohol and only when you went out.

Finally, you two were ready and María was waiting for you out of your house. You walked to the bedtable to take your phone when you saw the pill again. Biting your lip you took it and looked at him frowning. You shouldn’t and you were well aware of it but… it wouldn’t hurt right? Just one. And never again. Taking a deep breath you just threw them into your mouth and swallowed before hurrying out of the room.

“How are you feeling?” You asked Tessa when you both got out of the car in front of the Stark Tower.

“Excited!” She said smiling widely. Her pupils were dilated and she looked kind of different but you still didn’t feel different.

With a nod you walked in giving your name and your aunt’s as well. As always, there was no problem and soon you were into the elevator going up. You thought you would be nervous but somehow you only felt some dizziness and excitation. It was a good feeling, a one you liked and one you knew it was because of that pill you had taken.

“Hills!” You shivered as you heard Tony’s voice the moment the three of you stepped out of the elevator. You looked up feeling how the air got stuck in your throat. How was it possible that he looked even better than when you remembered?

He was wearing some dark blue jeans, a black shirt and a dark blue jacket. He looked hot, fit… He was Tony Stark and you were just a little girl.

“My God, (T/N) you look stunning”, he said kissing your hand as he always did. You smiled a little and introduced Tessa. “Nice to meet you. You know where the bar is, drinks are all on me so no worries and have fun!”

You took Tessa’s hand and took her away from him as fast as you could.

“He’s hot!” She exclaimed when you were at the bar. You ordered your drinks and waited for them.

“I know. I noticed. Tell me, do you have more…of that?” You whispered looking at her. As soon as she knew what you were talking about, she smirked and winked at you. She opened her purse when the barman put the drinks in front of you and left and put one into your drink and another one in hers.

You knew this was a bad idea, the worst you ever had, but seeing him had really affected you and you needed a way of getting him out of your mind even when you knew it was impossible. This one hit you faster, probably because of the alcohol but soon you realised that it was just what you needed so you took Tessa’s hand and dragged her to the dance floor.

Through the night you had more and more drinks which really got to your head and the fact that you could see Tony staring at you from the bar didn’t help.

“Do you have another?” You asked Tessa. She laughed out loud and nodded.

“Welcome to life”, she winked as she gave you the pill.

Just when you were about to put it into your drink a hand slapped yours and both the pill and the drink fell to the floor. Frowning you looked up willing to punch the bastard that had done it. But when you found some dark eyes looking at you, all the strength left you.

“Have you lost your mind!?” He asked and then looked at your friend. “Leave. Now. Before I get my suit on.”

You looked how Tessa literally disappeared from there. Tony was really scary when he was mad. He looked back at you and then looked around before taking your hand and dragging you through the room but at some point he had to carry you since you were too drunk to walk a straight line in heels without breaking your ankles.

“I can’t believe you were about to do that, (Y/N), I thought you were better than that”, he said shaking his head as he carried you upstairs.

You didn’t even know what was going on. Your head was a complete blur and you didn’t know if you were seeing Tony Stark or Robert Downey Jr. You always thought they were too alike but Tony did look better. You think he opened some doors and suddenly you felt something soft under you, a bed? Rolling over, you fell to the floor and started laughing.

“Damn, you’re wasted and drugged.”

“Hey, I only had two magic pills. I’m not that high. But hell yeah, I’m wasted”, you laughed and leaned against the wall.

“Two pills!? What they were?” You shrugged at his question and suddenly, without even knowing what was going on, you threw up all over the carpet.

“Oh shit…” you mumbled with a frown.

And once again Tony lifted you and took you to the bathroom. You didn’t know what happened anymore but you just didn’t remember anything else from that moment. Next time you opened your eyes you were in a room, dark but with a small lamp turned on. You could feel that you were still a bit drunk but somehow you knew the drugs were now out of your system.

“Hey…” you looked at the other side of the room to see Tony walking to the bed quickly. What was going on here?

“Hey Stark”, you mumbled blinking a few times.

“You’re still drunk”, he sighed taking a seat by your side and offering you some water that you took quickly since your mouth was completely dry. “How could you?”

You looked at him and then down, feeling so embarrassed. That wasn’t you. You were completely against the drugs but somehow you found yourself accepting them from a girl you thought was your friend.

“I…” You covered your face and sighed “I… I don’t know”, you whispered. Suddenly you felt his arms around you and how he pulled you closer until you were curled up on his lap. You didn’t even know what time it was or where you were but you wouldn’t change this moment for anything. “Where is my auntie?” You finally whispered.

“Lucky for you, she didn’t complain when I told her you were tired and wanted to sleep here. I had to take you to my room though since you threw up all over the other room”, he sighed.

“I’m sorry”, you whispered not being able to look into his eyes

“You fucking passed out. I didn’t know what to do, I freaked out. Damn, don’t ever do it again, please…” he whispered stroking your hair slowly. “I don’t know what I’d without you”, he added.

You looked up at him not getting why he would say such thing. You weren’t that important. Not to him anyway. He looked down at you, making you see how he gulped and sighed as he cupped your cheek.

“I’m being honest… You’re too important. I know you shouldn’t be and I know I shouldn’t feel this way but…” he shook his head and chuckled. “Hills is going to kill me for this”, he whispered before kissing you softly.

That was probably the last thing you expected. At the beginning you couldn’t even move but soon you closed your eyes and kissed him back, letting all the dizziness just go away with every single move of his lips over yours. It was such a gentle kiss that you thought it was all a dream but when you opened your eyes there he was, looking at you, waiting for your reaction.

“I know you are too young or I’m too old but… I couldn’t help it. You’re such a brilliant girl, smart, and funny, I just… Your aunt will kill me for this, you’re just a 23…” he sighed.

“Tony…” You whispered. He looked at you and you smiled a little despite everything that happened during the party. “I love you too”, you said.

His face literally lighted up as you said that. He pulled you closer once again and kissed you, deeper this time, as he laid you down on the bed. You both knew your aunt would kill the two of you but somehow and not saying a word about it you had decided that you would take care of it in the morning or just…later.

My theory for Steve’s time travel in Endgame

So I’m pretty sure almost everyone that watched Avengers Endgame had a problem with Steve’s time travel back to his life with Peggy and then his appearance as an old man sitting on the bench. 

Here is my theory on how it worked: 

For anyone who has watched the movie Sliding Doors, this will make sense. For anyone who has not, let me try and explain. 

So in the movie Sliding Doors, this woman misses a train and then an alternate timeline gets created where she didn’t miss the train. You then proceed to watch these two timelines play out together and at the end, one timeline “ends” (in a way I won’t explain for spoiler reasons) and the two timelines merge into one. (Hopefully this will all make more sense as I continue)

So when Steve travels back in time (Ignoring the issue that Steve wouldn’t leave Bucky) he created a different timeline where he didn’t get frozen and he stayed and grew old with Peggy. And there were essentially two Steve’s at the same time, just in different timelines. So while one Steve was getting frozen, then found again and then becoming a part of the Avengers in the films we know and love, the other Steve was growing old with Peggy. 

Then when Steve went back in time in Endgame the two realities would merge so Steve would turn up on the bench old. And because of time travel shit in the movies even before Endgame, there would’ve been an alternate timeline where Steve was growing old with Peggy. And because of the super serum Steve would’ve been able to live to the age of over one hundred. 

And similarly, when everyone went back in time to get the Infinity Stones, when they did go back in time they created alternate time lines, BUT when they went forward in time to get back to their present, the alternate timelines got “destroyed” or just ‘sped up’ to merge with their current timeline. 

So Steve still would’ve gone through the movies just the same and Steve wouldn’t have been related to Sharon in the ‘original’ time line, aka the time line we were shown by Marvel (which was a big problem of mine). 

I hope this makes sense and if you’re still confused about the alternate timelines go watch Sliding Doors and hopefully it will make more sense. 

If you have any questions feel free to comment down below or if you find any holes in my theory (but keep in mind it took me 45 minutes with my mums help to come up with this and give me peace, so maybe don’t overthink it)

Do you ever read a smut so good that you feel a heartbeat in your pussy for just a sec, because same.

Reblog if you’ve ever imagined yourself being interviewed with the avengers cast as if you were apart of the movie

I feel like this will get no reblogs because I’ve always felt like I’m the only person who does this haha :)

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Hi, I’m Bexie! A masterlist was highly requested so here it is! I will add more along as we go! Hope you enjoy and remember, Feedback is appreciated on my works <3 

Updated: September 9, 2020

NOTE: All my stories will have a black reader! Some of my smuts are not for the faint of heart so beware!! and please DO NOT REPOST MY WORK

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sin hours with chris evans- a quickie before his interview or awards show ??

daddy!evans because i couldn’t resist. also warning: smut, also... breeding kink??? 👀

you sat on the edge of the bed with your legs crossed as you watched chris in the mirror get ready for the award show, slowly checking his outfit out up and down with your teeth in your bottom lip. chris looked over his shoulder in the mirror and smirked, adjusting his tie.

“are you gonna get ready or are you going to stare at me, pretty girl?” chris said and you jumped a little, chris’s voice taking you out of your trance. you smile and stand up, standing behind him with your hands on his hips, toying with his button up. chris’s eyes watched your fingers as they pulled his tucked shirt out of his pants. 

you circled his body like he was your prey, your eyes following up to his face with a smirk as your fingers toyed with his buttons. “i could get ready.. or..” you pushed his shirt open and kissed his chest, chris letting out a sigh. your kisses trailed down his stomach, and he watched as you fell to your knees in front of him. 

you unbuckled his belt and his pants, pushing them down to his ankles. you kissed his cock outside of his underwear, chris’s fingers gripping your hair. your fingers pulled his underwear down and smile as he let out a groan. “come on, pretty girl” you stuck out your tongue and chris slapped his cock against it, and you bobbed your head slowly against his cock. “you’re so good with your mouth, princess” 

“do you wanna fuck me before we leave, daddy?” you smile as you stand up, stroking his cock slowly as he kissed you hungrily. his hand wrapped around your throat as he pushed you to the bed, climbing on top of you and kissing your slowly as he pushed your underwear to the side, bending down in between your legs and licking up your pussy slowly. “fuck, daddy” you gasped and he spit, rubbing his fingers up and down your pussy before pushing his cock into you, the both of you gasping. 

“fuck baby, you feel so good around daddy’s cock” you grabbed his button up in your fists and moaned as his large hands pushed your thighs to the bed, your moans stuck in your throat as he hit your g-spot over and over. 

“shit, daddy.. fuck.. fuck..” you pant and scratch up at stomach, holding his face and pulling him down to kiss you. you moaned into his mouth and he bit your lip, pulling backwards and snapping it against your teeth. “i need to cum, daddy, please” you open your eyes and chris groaned into your mouth. 

“cum on daddy’s cock, baby. come on” he gritted through his teeth and you let out a loud moan, chris grunting and moaning in your mouth as he came in you. “fucking hell, baby” chris moved your underwear back into place and you sat up on your elbows. “you started it, and now you finish it. you will not change your underwear, and you will go to the award show like that, understood?” he held your chin and you nod. “good. now get ready, we have to leave in almost 2 hours” chris stood back in front of the mirror, fixing himself again and adjusting his sleeves. “now, yn” 

“yes daddy” you mumble and got off the bed, gasping as his cum fell down the inside of your thighs. chris turned around and laughed, stepping in front of you. “don’t laugh! you did this!” 

“did i though?” he asked softly, kissing you with his hand on your jaw. “clean yourself up, would you? oh wait, you can’t” chris winked and you hit his chest, the both of your laughing. 

MORNINGS LIKE THIS

SUMMARY: You and Chris finally get to spend a morning together

WARNINGS: Smut and Chris being clingy

PAIRING: Dad/husband!Chris Evans x Reader

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Mornings like these were rare, with Chris gone most of the time due to him filming his new movie, you were often left in the mornings all alone in your massive king sized bed. But that was of course before the twins woke up and joined you, however as much as you loved having your kids around, something about waking up to your husband snuggled up to your side would alway hit different. You simply craved it.

Thankfully though, today that craving had been satisfied. Chris was snuggled up close to you, his breath hot against your bare back and his cheek smushed into his pillow. He had a day off and like any other day offs he has, you two spent most of the night making love under those very silk sheets that covered you as your kids slept peacefully in their own rooms, for the first time in a while sleeping throughout the whole night.

Turning around, you fixated your gaze on your husband. His hair sticking out all over the place, probably from you tugging it and from the fact that he moved around a lot whilst he slept, his eyelashes rested gently on his flushed cheeks. It was a sight straight out of your dreams.

Looking at him, scenes from last night flash through your mind.

“Harder Chris” you moan, eyes rolling back as your nails made crescent shaped marks on his broad shoulders. Chris’ head was buried into your shoulders whilst he thrusted into you repeatedly, picking up his pace once he heard what you said.

He lifted his head up, now putting his weight on his arms rather than you, allowing you to manoeuvre your leg so that it was now resting up over his shoulder, the shoulder that you previously had a deadly grip on. His hand landed on your thigh and he changed his angle of thrusts making a pornographic moan to leave your lips.

“This the spot baby?” He asked, voice deep as he focused on hitting that spot over and over again, the pleasure was overwhelming and all you could do was nod, encouraging Chris on.

“Love having you like this love” Chris moaned, looking at your face retort with every single thrust he aimed at you. His cock was reaching places inside you, you never knew existed and hitting spots you never knew could cause so much pleasure. Even after two kids, Chris always brought something new to the bed, completely blowing your mind.

“I’m- im going to cum” you groan, eyes rolling back as your hands go to cling onto the pillow underneath your head, trying to somewhat ground yourself but you were far past that stage by now. Your hips were thrusting upwards, meeting Chris’ and soon you’re both cumming together. Chris growling as the last of his cum paints your walls. It was truly a good night and a well deserved one too.

But your thoughts were soon interrupted by a cough, “you do know it’s rude to stare love?” The raspy morning voice of your husband says and you quickly look away, trying to divert your attention from his sturdy chest and onto the sheets that rested over you instead.

“I wasn’t staring” you state, but of course you knew Chris wasn’t dumb. The man caught you looking at him like he was some five star meal.

“Ok, sure” he chuckles making you giggle and roll your eyes before coming down to place a soft kiss to his plump and still swollen lips. The action making him smile into the kiss. His arms come to pull you closer to him and you huff.

“Morning” he mumbles against your lips, not giving you a chance to respond as he went in for another kiss and then another.

“Chris I think I should go get breakfast ready. The kids will be up any minute now” you say, stopping him from pulling you even closer to him as you turn around to look at the clock, which now stated 10am. You’ve already had a lie in and knew it was time to get ready.

“They won’t be up just yet, show your husband some love now would you?” He groaned, pulling away and then closing his eyes as you got off the bed and opened up the curtains before pulling your robe on.

“Was the love I showed you last night not enough?” You chuckle, going to your walk in closet to pick out an outfit for the day. Your legs were still a bit sore aswell so you really didn’t want to add to that because of your clingy husband.

“Oh it was more than enough, trust me” he says, referring to how you made him cum like 3 times. Something you haven’t done since the twins were born as children did require care like 24/7.

“Then let me go downstairs and get ready for the day” you say, taking the outfit you have picked to Chris so you could get his approval.

He was now sat up against the headboard, sheets only covering his lower half as he looked at you with the biggest smile and cutest twinkle in his eye.

“What do you think?” You ask, holding the top against you.

“I love it. You know that’s my favourite top of yours, look fucking insatiable in it” he growls, sending butterflies to your stomach. Even after knowing him for over a decade, he still had the same effects on you and you honestly hoped and prayed that it’d never fade away.

“Ok thanks, now get out of bed lazy bum. We’ve got a busy day” you smile, disregarding your robe to pull on the clothes that were in your hands.

“But I want cuddles, come back to bed for one second please. Just one second” he groans making you finally give in and get into bed, fully dressed.

“You’re worse than the kids you are” you say, but resting your head against his chest anyways making him bend down and kiss your temple gently as a soft chuckle leaves his mouth.

“Well someone’s gotta set them an example” he jokes making you chuckle and snuggle closer into his side, thankful that you could spend this morning together, even if you didn’t get what you needed to get done.

I just wanna be costars with Chris and we’re tipsy in a red carpet interview and giggling together, making no sense but just being all happy and sparking dating rumours

“okay, last shot. is this a good idea?” chris’s cheeks turned red as he giggled, pouring another shot of tequila. you picked up the glass, chris putting the cap back on the bottle and grabbing his shot glass, the both of you holding them up. “to our new movie!”

“to murdering people!” he cheered and you both took the shot, and you burst into a fit of giggles as you registered what he said. “i meant.. like.. in the movie!”

“wow! spoiler alert” you slap his chest and put the shot glass down, wiping the corner of your mouth. you grabbed his arm and he looked at you, and you poked his cheeks. “oh my god, it looks like we hooked up” 

“is that a bad thing?” he winked and you laughed, letting go of him. chris walked out first and the fans screamed, the paparazzi taking pictures of him. he saw you weren’t following him and held out his hand and you took it, the both of you taking pictures together. chris bent down and put his lips next to your ear, mumbling something about the paparazzi and you laughed, chris laughing in your ear. 

you and chris took individual pictures, then headed over to an interview with a show you couldn’t name even if you were sober. the interview asked chris something and and you looked up at him as he answered, mindlessly playing with his fingers. 

“yn?” you looked up and smiled at the interviewer, chris hiding his laugh behind his hand. the interviewer asked you a question about the movie and you answered it with a smile, chris licking his lips slowly as he watched you with hazy eyes. “and how was it working together? you guys have worked on a couple of projects before this, no?”

“working with chris is great. it doesn’t even feel like work, he just brings such a great attitude to set and it reflects on all of us. y’know i.. i doubt myself a lot and chris is always there to help me. i probably wouldn’t be standing here on this carpet if it wasn’t for him” you gush, your eyes glossy over and chris cooed, hugged you from the side and kissing the top of your head.

“i love yn, she’s just.. i can’t even describe her. in one person she’s funny, sweet, kind, and i love that i can always talk to her and not feel any judgement. if i ever need a pick me up, i can call or text yn and she’s on her way over, y’know? i’m just very grateful for a girl like yn” you smile up at him and pout, chris kissing your cheek and you pat his chest. 

“well isn’t that just the sweetest. good luck on your movie you two, it looks fantastic!” you and chris said goodbye to her and you held his arm as you two walked towards the building. 

“you really meant that, yn?” chris asked and you looked up at him, nodding. chris pouted, holding your face and kissing your forehead. “love you”

“love you more, now let’s go watch our movie, lover boy!” you giggle and he laughs, interlocking your fingers and pulling him into the theater.

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you woke up with a loud groan as a wave of nausea hit you, stopping your movements. your head pounded and your eyes were dry. you rubbed them slowly and blinked a couple times, looking around and realizing you were in chris’s bedroom. 

you clicked your phone on and saw the screen said “1:48pm” and you sighed, laying back down and looking over at a sleeping chris. you smile and play with his fingers again, thinking about what you could remember of last night.

chris’s hand laid on your stomach as you checked your messages and social medias. you name and chris’s were trending so you clicked each one, and they were all photos, videos, and the interview of you two. everyone said how you two looked very close and that you two had to be dating. 

you let out a sigh, locking your phone and chris pulled you to him, making you shriek and he laughed, kissing your neck. “you were scrolling for a while” he mumbled, softly touching your eyebrow. 

“people think we’re dating” you smile and chris scoffs, pushing his face into your neck. “frankly, that’s gross. i’d never date you”

“i was about to say the same thing, i think we should just be friends” chris spoke lowly into your neck, biting your skin softly and you sighed contently, your fingers in his hair at the back of his head. “i feel like shit. how much did we drink?”

“enough to forget we were out in public” you showed him the video of you two singing karaoke as you held the microphone together, the both of you laughing in the video and as you watched it back. chris kissed your arm and slowly got out of bed, making a pot of coffee. you locked your phone, laying horizontal on the bed, looking around chris’s room and realizing how lucky you were. lucky enough to have a movie out, lucky enough to find a best friend and boyfriend all in one with chris. 

Imagine having this....forever. 💛

...... take me in your arms pls

hii! i recently saw on tiktok that elizabeth olsen lets chris write on her arm when he's feeling anxious during press so could i please request a chris evans x reader where the reader takes elizabeth's place and chris starts falling in love with the reader thanks to their help??

butterflies ⟶ chris evans

hi!! thank u so much for sending this in, the thought of chris dealing with anxiety IS CONSTANTLY breaking my heart...i mean everyone has it but like our chris 🥺 he doesn’t deserve to feel like that!!

and i saw the video for this, it was so adorable!

i’m just gonna tag @bearbear0923 bc ik how much she loves fluff

pairing: chris evans x reader

summary: chris has got butterflies for you—do you feel the same?

warnings: little bit of angst, mentions of anxiety, age-gap, really bad ending

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sharpie ink is cold and sends a burning sensation over your skin, staining it so dark that even warm water and soap won’t wash it away, but when chris is drawing small butterflies on your forearm, it’s impossible to tell him to stop. his eyes are focused, not on the reporters shoving microphones and questions in his face, but on the small doodles he illustrated. “they could be tattoos,” he’d joke, with his tongue sticking out between his lips.

you would reply with a “maybe, chris” because the idea of a permanent picture on your skin. but unbeknownst to you, chris was serious.

robert, scarlett, and even mark had offered to help soothe his anxiety during nerve-racking moments. a few interviews had gone haywire, he’d even left a premiere in japan early, and no one had the ability to calm him down. except you. something about the way you spoke, the way you embraced him and held him in a tight hug, gently shushing him if a tear managed to escape. at first, no one else could see it.

but chris was in love. there had been countless sketches over your arms, wrists, hands, and any other bare spots that were easily accessible to chris. it had just been a friendly offer when you noticed the anxious look on his face during a press conference, and he had absentmindedly taken a sharpie to your forearm. “uh, chris?” you’d questioned, noticing that his strange actions were gathering the attention of your castmates and the audience in front of you. he’d brushed it off with his much-appreciated charm and people thought nothing of it. chris had later apologized when returning to your hotel rooms, enlightened to hear you say, “honestly, chris, if you ever need anything--including drawing on my arm,” he chuckled. “it’s alright. i’m here.”

it was not in his intentions to ‘catch feelings’. he felt immature, childish, and unprofessional to fall for his younger costar, but you were persistent on the drawings. eventually, it had even turned into holding and squeezing your hands underneath tables, but you seemed so unbothered by it he wondered if feelings were reciprocated. 

“she’s totally hot for you,” robert had joked in a hotel room one night. he had a glass of water in his hand while chris held a beer bottle, but he’d been so busy thinking about if you loved him back, he’d hardly taken a sip. yet somehow, both men were slurring their words. “but remember, man, if you go for her, people are gonna talk about it. she’s, at least, what...ten years younger than you? at least.” 

chris wasn’t being his normally chipper and talkative self. instead, he leaned back quietly on his bed and attempted to joke, “thanks for making me feel young again.”

the next day, he tried to restrain himself from anymore drawings or hand-squeezes. no more contact with you--it’d only have his heart shaking in his rib cage and he’d be falling head over heels for your all over again. unfortunately, and much to his dismay, he’d failed. all it took was one glance at you, and chris felt woozy in his stomach. your hair had been styled so perfectly, the color of your dress complimented your complexion so sweetly, and when your eyes met his, he only then noticed the smallest flecks of gold in them.

after countless interviews spent with either extremely rude or boring journalists, whose questions harshly peered into the privacy of you, chris, and your castmates, you noticed a sadly familiar look in chris’ eye. you popped open the lid from a permanent ink marker and watched as chris snatched it from your hand to scribble tiny doodles on your skin.

chris drew exactly what he was feeling. a small birdcage containing large butterflies too big to fit through the cracks to escape. they rattled around the metal, a clanking noise echoing through his rib cage with every beat of his heart. his tongue peeked through his lips, and with every stroke of the sharpie, a masterpiece was created on your skin. but, despite his adorable gaze that you noticed in the corner of your eye, you continued to speak with interviewers and answer their questions, almost disregarding chris’ presence.

little did he know, however, you’d given him permanent ink so that when you went to sleep that night, wishing he was in bed with you, you could look down at the drawing he’d made for you and imagine chris was yours.

THINGS IM CONVINCED CHRIS DOES DURING SEX

↳ SUMMARY || Pretty self explanatory, here are 30 things I think Chris does during sex! Please reblog if you enjoyed x

↳ WARNINGS || Smut! [Includes oral and penetrative unprotected sex. Wrap it before you tap it. Spanking and being tied up!] 18+ ONLY

↳ PAIRING || Chris Evans x Reader

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1. Whilst he’s eating you out, Chris always manages to bring his hands up to hold yours, he then rests them on your stomach to hold you down because he goes hard with devouring you and doesn’t want you squirming away.

2. Chris also holds your hands during missionary, he brings your joined hands up against the pillow as he pounds into your repeatedly, making the intense situation somewhat even more intimate then it already was before.

3. He definitely closes his eyes and hums when his tongue touches your already drenched pussy for the first time that night (yes man has stamina, he can go for round after round)

4. Chris 100% is the type to pull you up and flat against his chest when you’re in doggy just so his hand could trail all over your body. It makes him feel close to you, especially when you rest your head against his shoulder!

5. He likes pinching your nipples and seeing you squirm, especially during foreplay and you could bet he’d have the biggest smirk on his face when he sees the reaction it causes.

6. Chris also likes being in control and watching the effects it has on you (like you squirming and shaking after a particular thrust that hit your g-spot just right)

7. Chris definitely pushes you down flat on the mattress when you’re in doggy, his hand lands at the small of your back when your laying on your stomach so he has more control over his thrusts.

8. He will pretty much fuck you anywhere, got horny whilst shopping? Don’t worry, Chris is already pulling you into the nearest bathroom. In the mood whilst on a drive? Once again, don’t worry because he’s already parking in a dodgy car park so that he could pull you into the backseat to pound the living daylights out of you. In conclusion, he’s always turned on and is always there to help you out.

9. Chris is the type to bite at your shoulders, nibble your ears and suck marks at your neck whenever he’s balls deep inside of you. He likes marking you because after all, you are his territory and he wants everyone to know that.

10. He makes you open your mouth so that he could stick his thumb inside. “Because you won’t shut the fuck up, daddy’s thumb will do the job” Chris growls before he starts to pounds into you.

11. He likes to splay his big, calloused hand on your lower stomach when he’s balls deep inside of you making you gasp and press his hand down further. “Is daddy deep inside of you baby?” “Can you feel me here? In your belly? Speak up brat”

12. Chris likes to throw you over his laps on nights where you’ve been a bad girl so he could spank you. He starts off with rubbing your ass softly before lifting his hand up and slamming it down harshly, making you scream and whine.

13. Chris likes seeing the aftermath of his spanking on you. He definitely licks his lips and kisses you right on the sore spots of your ass, making you flinch because it still stings a little.

14. He’s 100% a dirty talker. He likes expressing how good you’re making him feel and also likes making you speak and communicate how you’re feeling. “So tight around me” “Am I stretching this pretty little pussy out love?”

15. Chris likes it when you tug on his hair, especially when he’s eating you out. You bet he’s be rutting into the mattress so he could receive the sweet pleasure he’s craving whilst you also fall apart under his tongue. You tugging on his hair let’s him know that he’s doing a good job.

16. He definitely gathers your hair and pulls it into a ponytail when you’re sucking him off. His eyes would be hooded but kept on you on your legs infront of him.

17. Sometimes when you’re having some soft sex, probably the sex you have when Chris comes back from filming or something. He drops a pillow/shirt onto the floor for you so you won’t hurt your knees as you suck him off.

18. Chris keeps his hands planted on your ass when you’re riding him, squeezing down and spanking you every so often.

19. He also helps you ride him and sometimes thrusts up into you making your eyes roll back in pleasure and for Chris to grin smugly because he’s doing this to you.

20. Chris always lets you pick out a playlist before sex because he’s not into music like that so when you pick out the dirtiest of songs, Chris is entranced and it turns him on so much knowing his girl listens to music like that.

21. This is a bit of an embarrassing one for Chris because when it was yours and his first time having sex together, he was so nervous that he couldn’t get himself up. But with your help he managed that and showed you the best night of your life.

22. Chris likes taking your tits into his mouth, as soon as he sees them bouncing up and down infront of him when you’re riding him, he’s heading straight to them, licking and sucking just how you like him to.

23. He grips your waist tight, digging his nails into your sides when he’s hitting it from behind. Something about your pussy being so tight and squeezing down hard on him just gets him going.

24. He 100% has a thing for praise, he likes knowing that it’s only him that could make you feel such euphoric things so he loves getting you to tell him how it’s feeling. “Who’s making you feel this good baby?” “Tell me, who is it? Is it daddy?”

25. Definitely gets cocky when he finds your g-spot “I found the spot didn’t I?” He ask, biting down on his lips as he sees you flutter your eyes shut at the feeling.

26. He loves the sight of you underneath him, so most of the times he’s always on top or dominating. He wants to watch you squirming underneath his touch and to see you squirming is his favourite.

27. Chris likes watching his cum dribble out of you, you’re still trying to catch your breath but you lift your head up regardless and see him eyeing your wrecked pussy and it definitely makes you laugh but he doesn’t care as he reaches for your pussy with his thick fingers so he could push the cum back inside of you. He likes having you stuffed and full.

28. He has some nights where it’s strictly for “love making” as he likes to call it, where he dims the lights, brings out some candles, puts some fresh bedsheets on and scatters rose petals on the bed for you.

29. He also has some nights where he’s the exact opposite, where he brings out his ties/ropes, spanks you with his belt or hand, overstimulates you until you can no longer take it and makes sure you don’t cum.

30. Eventhough you have sex quite often, Chris can’t help but fall even more in love with you each time he sees your face when your cumming. You have such an innocent but gravitating look and he never wants to not be able to see that. He loves you and you can definitely tell by the way he touches you.

I don’t actually care for anything unless it’s about Sebastian Stan.

*everyone in the SJM fandom*: OMG THE NESSIAN NOVEL IS SO FAR AWAY I CANT WAIT ANY LONGER OMG OMG OMG I NEED THEM TOGETHER!!!!

*the rest of the SJM fandom*: OMG CRESCENT CITY IS COMING OUT NEXT YEAR AND I CANT WAIT ANY LONGER OMG OMG OMG I NEED NEW SJM MATERIAL!!!!

Me: all I’m asking for is an Azriel POV and his own novel..... IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK FOR SARAH?????????