Summary: Steve gets back from the mission and he’s so tired he just wants to use you as his new pillow.
Warnings: tired!steve if that’s a warning, fluff.
Author’s Notes: This is written for @the-marvel-horniest-book-club and my prompt was: “shhh… you’re my new pillow.” Thank you so much @jobean12-blog for brainstorming with me 🤍
To say Steve was physically exhausted after his mission would be an understatement. He was so tired he could barely walk or keep his eyes open. He was so relieved to be home and all he wanted to do was curl into your side and sleep for days. He would of course, after he’s demanded a cuddle from you. Not that you would mind, you actually found it really adorable that the big super soldier became the biggest neediest baby when he was about to collapse on the floor.
So it wasn’t a total surprise to you when Steve barged through the door to your shared room and stripped out of his clothes and crawled on the bed towards your open and waiting arms.
“Ugh it’s so good to be home.” He mumbles, nuzzling his face around on your chest. His grown out beard tickles your skin.
“I’m so happy to have you home!” You whisper, smiling into his hair and kissing him on the top of his head. Steve’s mission only took two days, but his attachment to you was very clear amongst the team. Even Sam never missed an opportunity to tease the captain every now and then.
“S’ comfy.” He sighs, his eyelids growing heavier by the second.
“Are you falling asleep on me?” You chuckle, your chest shaking against the side of his cheek.
“Shhh… you’re my new pillow. Just five minutes.”
“Okay Cap’n. Five minutes.” His five minutes turned into a whole 12 hours of sleep. He looked too peaceful to disturb but also vulnerable with his hands fisting your top and body so close to yours the heat made you feel sweaty. But none of this mattered, Steve was home and safe.
Summary: Taking a walk in the rain in NYC with your favourite guy.
Warnings: Small innuendo near the end regarding trumpets 😏 but other than that none!
Author’s Notes: This is written for @the-ce-horniest-book-club and their birthday celebration week for Chris! This is Day Two.
The sounds of cars honking their horns could be heard from all over the city. The flashing bright lights on the skyscraper towers, New Yorkers bumping shoulders as they rush to wherever they are headed to which is you on a daily basis when you’re off to work.
But tonight it’s different, tonight it’s just you and Nick holding hands as you walk through the city that never sleeps. Deep in conversation as Nick tells you more stories about his childhood.
“So if you could go back in time, what would you do differently?” You ask him a hypothetical question, it seemed to fit the conversation since he was talking about Back to The Future.
“Honestly?” He grins, his eyes glued to the wet sidewalk. “If I could do things differently - I would have met you a lot sooner in my life.”
“Oh. You’re so romantic.” You smiled, squeezing his hand tighter as you dodged more pedestrians.
“And besides,” he continues, “you remind me of my trumpet.”
You cock an eyebrow and face him. “Oh yeah? Why’s that?”
He laughs before the sentence even rolls off the tip of his tongue. “You both make me feel happy when you blow.”
Summary: Jake sets up your gaming pc so you can play together.
Warnings: None!
Author’s Notes: This is written for @the-ce-horniest-book-club for their Birthday celebration theme week for Chris. This is day three.
There were LED lights everywhere in your newly established game room/office. On your desk, on the ceiling, under cupboards. All different colours and if Jake hadn’t installed enough lights, your keyboard and mouse also lit up.
Jake’s been begging you for months to join him on stream and play fun games together. Since you already had your gaming PC that you used to play casual games like the sims, you caved and he offered to get you up and running for you and kept it as a surprise.
Jake’s own set up was next to yours on a separate desk. He housed four monitors while you had two. One more than you actually needed, right?
“What do you think?” Jake asks, his hands on his hips as he slides his glasses up his nose.
“I uh, it’s really pretty. But I only know how to start up the sims 4 Jake, I don’t know how to work two monitors.”
“Oh don’t worry, it’s really easy! One is to run OBS and the other could be to read your chat or something.”
“OB-what?”
“OBS. It’s a friendly streaming software. Don’t worry, I’ll teach you everything but for tonight sit in your new chair and let’s Sim together.”
“You’re going to play the sims with me? You never play the sims with me.” You chuckle, sitting down in your new comfy office chair that felt like marshmallow.
“Well, I’m in a good mood and I like that new Decorating pack they just released.” He shrugs, sitting down in his own chair.
“Me too! Okay, this might actually be great. Do you promise to teach me all this stuff though?”
“Oh absolutely! By the way, if you’re planning on streaming the sims for any reason - you might want to uninstall Wicked Whims.”
Summary: Colin and you spend a relaxing day on the beach. He brings his acoustic guitar and you bring the sunscreen.
Warnings: None - fluff, Colin serenading you I guess!
Authors Notes: This is written for @the-ce-horniest-book-club for their Birthday Celebration theme. This is for Day One 🥰
Colin’s fingers strummed easily against his acoustic, not breaking eye contact with you as he hummed one of your favourite songs.
The wooshing sounds of the waves that rolled over your feet added to the relaxing sensation as you sipped your drink and feeling like a teenager with a crush all over again.
He strummed a few more times before smirking. “Did you like my song?” He leans back in the lounger, looking out at the ocean. His shoulders visibly relaxing.
“You mean, my song right? I think it was me who had introduced you to it in the first place.” You grin, raising the straw between your lips.
“Our song.” He playfully rolled his eyes and leaned over to grab a beer from the cool box.
“Fine. Our song. But this right here is the best music of all.” You said, pointing out to the waves. This felt like your safe haven, your place you came to when things were becoming too much and with Colin, it made it all that much better.
summary; steve rogers likes to keep certain things, wide open.
genre; smut
pairing; steve rogers x reader
warnings!; SMUT 18+, oral (fem receiving), fingering, dirty talk, squirting, unprotected sex, caught in the act
author’s note; none.
word count; 1.1k words
You enjoyed being private person. Keeping to yourself, whether it was relationship wise or just personal matters. Your co-workers knew about your work life, your family knew about family life and friends, friends knew more dirty secrets but, they kept them tight.
Your best kept secret was Steve Rogers, Captain America himself.
You bet him at a bar and you two have been dating for a year.
Now you two are the best kept secret in Brooklyn. He likes keeping you close, you both live in the same building but, different floors. He’s lives on the top, with a beautiful view, you’re two below him on the opposite side of the hall.
The attendees of the apartment wouldn’t know that though. They have no clue Steve Rogers has a girlfriend. The at first they thought he was porn addict, he tried to keep girls from saying his name back then, after he met you they realized he must of been bringing girls home.
The frequent mantra of “Steve”, “Rogers”, “Captain”, “Cap”, “Sir”, and a list of other names. Today there was a new one as your legs laid wide open.
Summary: It’s that time of month, Steve is here to help you through it.
Warnings: reader’s on her period, fluff, comforting Steve
Author’s Notes: This is written for @the-ce-horniest-book-club and my prompt was: “Chris or character reacting/helping their girl through her time of month and making sure she’s comfortable.”
Good news and bad news. The good news; you weren’t pregnant. The bad news; you’re going to be miserable for the next couple of days. Your mood swings started yesterday, and Steve made sure you had everything you needed to be comfortable over the next few days.
He thought of everything; heat pads, pain killers, hot water bottles, water, extra pillows, movies, chocolates, snacks and the one thing you weren’t expecting - cuddles.
“What are you doing?” You asked as Steve pulled the curtains shut and removed his clothing apart from his boxers and tank top. He lit a pillar candle on the table to create a soft relaxing glow in the room.
“I’m taking care of you.” He says, getting under the blankets with you and scooting closer, his body heat is very inviting. Steve gets comfy first, adjusting the pillows and then stretching his arm out, inviting you in for a cuddle.
“This is lovely, thank you Steve.”
“Are you comfortable?” He whispers, pressing play on the remote.
“Very! All thanks to you.”
“Wasn’t going to let you suffer alone, the team didn't need me for a few days so.” He shrugs with a smile. “After this movie I’m running you a hot bubble bath and ordering takeout to watch with the next movie.” You snuggle deeper into his chest. Knowing he was here with you will make the next couple of days more tolerable.
In celebration of Chris turning 40 on June 13, we’re going all out here at the CE HBC and we hope you will all join us!!!
Starting Sunday, June 6 and ending on Sunday June 13, we will be celebrating Chris and all of his 18+ characters from movies and tv shows that have already been released.
The first seven days, June 6th thru the 12th, will focus on specific groups of characters while June 13th will be a free for all, meaning you can write for another character or for Chris!
Everyone is invited to play along whether you decide to write something, create a mood board, make a playlist, a pic spam, or whatever you feel up to doing to celebrate Chris and these amazing characters.
Best of all, you don’t have to sign up for anything! Just do your thing for Chris or one of his many characters and tag @the-ce-horniest-book-club and use the hashtag “#CE HBC Happy Birthday Chris”. You can also dm us the links, too!
One of our fantastic members @nomadicpixel helped organize Chris’s characters (again, those that are 18+ and are in movies/tv shows that have already been released) into seven different groups, one for each day.
For each day (or just a day or two), you can choose to create something for all the characters or just one. You can do however many days/characters that you want to do!
The characters are the prompts, but if you’re looking for some more inspiration, check out our lists of available prompts and send an ASK or a DM to claim one!
Day 1 - June 6 - The Romantic Leads
Colin Shea (What’s Your Number?)
Harvard Hottie (The Nanny Diaries)
Jimmy (The Loss of a Teardrop Diamond)
Day 2 - June 7 - The Underdogs
Nick Vaughan (Before We Go)
Me (Playing it Cool)
Nick Gant (Push)
Curtis (Snowpiercer)
Day 3 - June 8 - The Brainy Boys
Jake Jensen (The Losers)
Mace (Sunshine)
Ryan (Cellular)
Day 4 - June 9- The Legal Eagles
Andy Barber (Defending Jacob)
Mike Weiss (Puncture)
Detective Paul Diskant (Street Kings)
Day 5 - June 10- The Father Figures
Frank Adler (Gifted)
Ari Levinson (The Red Sea Diving Resort)
Day 6 - June 11- The Bad to the Bone Boys
Ransom Drysdale (Knives Out)
Mr. Freezy (The Iceman)
Syd (London)
Lucas Lee (Scott Pilgrim vs. the World)
Day 7 - June 12 - The Marvel-ous Ones
Steve Rogers/Captain America (MCU)
Johnny Storm/Human Torch (Fantastic 4 Movies)
Day 8 - June 13 - Free For All
Open to all the characters listed above as well as Chris Evans RPF
SUMMARY! “let me see your nails.” he asked, putting his hand out for her to place her hand in it. she reluctantly put her hand in his, her soft skin feeling amazing against his rough skin.
WARNINGS! 18+ minors dni. protected sex, slapping, overstimulation, abuse of power, recorded sex, slight choking, sir kink
A/N! last post for a while, exams are biting my ass and i wanna focus more on them, ty for understanding <3
Synopsis: Chris is over the moon, he's met you and life couldn't be better - you're all he's ever dreamed of and there's nothing you could do to ruin that.
Warning: explicit language, sexual content
No one in your industry would ever consider you difficult to work with, neither mean, arrogant, conniving or calculating. Most would go out of their way to praise you, proclaim their adoration for the movie star of dreams. On the other hand, your previous partners would. Ex-boyfriends that would bravely volunteer to be interviewed about your past relationship would recount their experiences with the same look as a shell-shocked soldier. If they could, they would gather in a support group for those left with deeply affecting, unresolved trauma - left by you.
You would deny it, if you could be bothered; or if the media had declared your heartbreaker ways to be of public interest. Which they are, but you’re largely untouchable therefore they're unreported. A Hollywood starlet, philanthropist, trend setter and tastemaker - alongside with being viewed largely as a sweetheart. Your childhood nannies coming in storming with adulations and saccharine recollections of a sweet and shy child. Friends that are more than happy to celebrate you on social media and fans who fill the internet with high production videos of you strutting on the streets and red carpets cement the idea that you are the moment, and you are loved.
To the world outside of the sphere of your ex-boyfriends, you were the most eligible bachelorette. There was no flaw in sight, no illusion to dispel or enchantment to break; you’re the real deal. Until you get bored, and you need to hurt someone. Because hurt people, hurt people. As the saying goes. There’s no need to go into that - just yet.
So, when Christopher saw you at the 2019 Vanity Fair Oscars after party, he fell head over heels. Your eyes cast a spell on him, and the enchantment was cast by the world’s master mage, you. You barely realised what you did, you were in no mood to flirt or truly fraternise. You were attempting to drown your sorrows of missing out on another Oscar win for the second time - in a mojito glass. You looked spectacular, possibly more than how you looked during the ceremony. But to Chris, your face of indignation looked like the angelic expression of a good second place loser with no hard feelings. He attempted to approach you, but too many people go into his way, they came with unprovoked film criticisms and pseudo interview responses that would get them into the academy board. All he wanted was to see your face up close and know how you spoke when you weren’t being regarded by a crowd of enraptured spectators.
He could see that you weren’t being left alone either, you hadn’t won the Oscar, but you are being treated as if you did. Your eyes bounce off of him every once in a while, but he couldn’t capture your attention - and then you left the party. You hardly made the French exit you were seeking. Stars old and young clamoured to say their goodbyes and kisses on your cheeks. You finally managed to escape. If Chris were to attempt to lie and say that he wasn’t disappointed, a blind woman could have seen right through him. His heart dropped, and he couldn’t explain why - he didn’t even know you.
Some other actor friends managed to drag him to a more intimate after party, the setting hardly intimate. A compound nestled in Hidden Hills, twenty-four-hour security circling the property, of one starlet who presented herself at the beginning of the night but chose an early slumber rather than socialising.
You came in half an hour after him, a miniskirt showing off your incredible legs - which were insured for an absurd amount.
His breath caught in his mouth. You were dressed down, but you looked too incredible to even try and claim you didn’t try. Everyone’s head turned and everyone was captured by the beauty at the door, accompanied by a friend. Your demure appearance fooling everyone into thinking that the attention was unwanted. You grabbed yourself a drink and half an hour later you were still enveloped with a group of equally intoxicated friends.
Though, Chris was determined to get your attention. He grabbed a drink off of the barman and slowly and easily made his way to you. The word ‘chill’ being chanted over and over again in his head. He was dead set on not making a fool of himself. Three steps away from you, glass of mojito clutched in his hands, his anxiety being beaten down and desperately suffocated into his stomach and away from his brain. He goes over his words, and before he finishes walking to you, you turn suddenly.
Your eyes pierce into his, a smirk glossing your lips. “Hi.” Your voice is low, characteristically different from your stage voice - your accent just as strong.
“Hey, got this for you.” Chris thrusts the glass into your unexpectant hand, some of the drink splashing out over the frosted rim. “Hope, it’s not too presumptive of me to have gotten it for you?” His eyes have glossed over, he shifts his weight from one foot to another. You shake your head no, a sweet smile playing at your lips. He’s even easier on the eyes much closer up. “Sorry you didn’t win that Oscar, real shame, I was rooting for you!”
You store it in the back of your mind that this man manages to look like a golden retriever even when he’s several drinks down, “It’s nothing, what does it mean anyway, I’ll still get more jobs in the future.” You take a sip of your drink after he takes a sip of his.
He compliments your eyes, your complexion and goes on an eager rant of how much he admires your capacity for acting. You drink in the adoration diluted by alcohol and take his words with a pinch of salt. After twenty minutes of solid, drunken conversation you’ve moved to a nook shadowed by statues. Your legs next to his on the red velvet sofa. You remark on the class of the artistic statues, clearly purchased illegally from a Mediterranean museum. He barely takes in your words, much preferring to intoxicate himself with the sight of you - and his fifth beer.
You’ve decided that you want him. Badly. But you’ve sussed him out. He’s not just going to be a one-night stand - in the animal kingdom he’s a Golden Retriever, and those aren’t dogs to be messed with. Your last fling was essentially a Doberman pinscher - discardable - but this Chris had to reeled in slowly.
You interrupt his musing about the Boston markets with a kiss.
Your lips smoothly capture his, your lipstick smearing over his lips. His hand presses tightly on the small of your back, arm underneath your waist holding you up higher. Stars explode inside your eyelids and his fingers grip tightly onto your shirt as your tongue licks his bottom lip. Your entry is granted, you lips pressing tighter against each other. Your eyelashes dance over his. Your hands rise to his face, your hands imprinting themselves onto his cheekbones. His hand brushes over the bare skin of your leg, his fingertips tracing the insides of your thighs. A small moan rises from the back of his throat.
The hold you have on him is cemented, you part away from him. You untangle yourself from him and stand up from the sofa, your eyes refusing to look at him, you smooth your clothes and slowly strut away from him.
Chris looks at the fire that you’ve set on his limbs in disbelief, he doesn’t grasp what you’ve just done. Did he do something wrong? Does he smell? No. You just didn’t care for the ceremony of the first ‘after-kiss’ moments.
He doesn’t see you for a year.
You truly are elusive - to the media and him.
He couldn’t get you out of his mind, and the fact that you starred in another award-nominated film did little to help him forget you.
You were curious to understand whether you really enticed him or not. You decided to not pursue that line of questioning, and never bothered to reply to his direct messages. It wasn’t done with the intent of hurting him, you just didn’t care. But life has a way of putting things in your way that deep down you didn’t know you wanted.
--
Nevertheless, here you are, with your boyfriend of a year - Christopher, sat across from you telling you story about his nephew. You simper, your eyes flitting between the sight of him and the view of the sea. The coast of Martha’s Vineyard enraptures you, you drink your wine, eyes steadily moving to the coastal view.
You grew up coming here. Your family often choosing the quiet island to rest in during the late spring holidays. You brought Chris back here to stay at your family holiday home as it’s not too far from his own family home, a perfect last stop after spending the week with his family.
He watches you curiously, his blue irises begging you to let him in to your thoughts. You refuse silently and beckon the waiter. You ask for the bill, it’s quickly on the table and you pay - ignoring Chris’ refusals. You smile at him, for the second time during dinner. He responds in kind, remarking on your bad mood and how he’s glad you’ve cheered up after having some food. He muses on the lovely weekend you’ve had together as you leave the restaurant. Candlelight following you as you make your exit with your hands holding each other tightly, his other hand in his preppy shorts.
You walk slowly, watching the sunset. His arm finding its way around your shoulders. His sweet and intimate embrace enveloping you in warmth. Your heart beats quickly against his bicep as you near your home. Your hands tremble for some reason and you practically sprint up the porch steps after you’ve crossed the gate and walkway, leaving Chris five steps behind you.
You open the door and make a quick beeline for the kitchen in the far back of the house. You enter the pantry, ignoring Chris’ questions of what is wrong. You take a bottle of Rosé out of the wine fridge and forgo pouring it into a glass and drink it straight from the bottle. It tastes incredibly sweet, and Chris finds you eventually in the pantry. He looks at you in surprise as you gulp the drink.
“Everything okay, baby?” He walks to you, his hands failing onto your hips, his adoring eyes almost boring into your soul. You refuse him entry into the pits of your emotions. Steeling yourself against the onslaught of therapy-like talk.
You don’t want him to know that hurt people, hurt people. And that you’re one of them.
You kiss him, silencing his calming words.
His fingers tighten on your sundress. The colour melding with the colour of his fingers. Your lips become one.
You go through the steps of getting out of the pantry in a seemingly choreographed dance, your dance ends in the smaller reception room; your bodies tangling themselves on the rug. Neither of you giving a care to fact that you’re undressing in front of the window overlooking the pool and coast.
The flickers of the setting sun’s rays highlight his now bare chest. He returns his lips to yours in a hypnotising kiss. Your hands dance with the muscles of his back as you caress his skin, his torso vibrating in between your legs with the fervour of his movements. Your dress is ripped off your body. He directs his attention to your right breast, his soft lips caressing your skin. His tongue lashes slowly against your nipple, you fight to hold back your moans as his hand lowers to your pussy. His fingers pushing aside your pants, his fingers sink into you like it’s their second nature. Your head rolls back as he makes love to you with his fingers and his lips lower down to where his fingers are. He licks you where you need him most, his love for you being written inside you with his tongue.
You orgasm. Slowly.
And all that runs through your mind is how much you’ll miss him.
You pull him up to you, you turn over and straddle him. Tasting yourself on his lips as the sun sets even lower. The waves crash against the shore violently as the wind picks up. You lower yourself onto him and start riding him, your hips bucking in an impassioned manner against his. He doesn’t hold back his moans as he caresses your breasts and stomach.
You realised you loved him four months ago, but every time you catch sight of his loving eyes when you’re fucking, it makes you fall in love all over again.
Chris switches and puts you on all fours, he grips your hair in his hands, the rising intensity making him grip you harder. His thrusts are merciless, his spare hand spanking you and stroking, you’re on the cusp of a sensory overload when he turns you over. On your back you have the most beautiful view. A strong ray of sunlight brightening his eyes as he makes love to you. His kisses are tender but intense. His hand grips onto yours, your fingers intertwined and his other hand griping onto your face.
A tear slips out of your eye, you wipe it away quickly. Your increased sensitivity makes the second orgasm come, Chris fucks you through your breathy moans and you throw your head back. Momentarily blinded by the bliss; the pink sky wakes up from the saccharine, cloudy state. Chris orgasms into you with four thrusts.
You push away from him and stand up; you pull on your silky pants. You sigh and leave Chris on laying breathless on the rug. You walk upstairs and enter your room. You use the toilet, wash your hands, have a glass of water and throw on a short black dress. As you pull on your boots Chris enters the room, a smile gracing his lips.
He pulls on some shorts, “Want to tell me what all that was about?” He gives you a confused expression as he lies back against the bed, taking one of the fluffed pillows from behind him and tucking it between his chest and arms.
Hurt people, hurt people.
You turn towards him, facing away from your walk-in closet. “When we fuck, I have to think about other men to get through it.”
His eyes widen alarmingly, he turns to you, the light of the tv making him blue. “Say that again?” The disbelief is almost tangible in his words.
“I feel embarrassed about being seen with you now. The hats you wear don’t suit you.” You walk into the closet and you hear him stomp off the bed.
“No, rewind to what you first said.” His voice is louder, his features twisted with confusion and hurt.
“I have to think of other guys to get off,” your eyes connect with his, you don’t look away, you fight the smirk biting at your lips. “I can’t stand the thought of being with you any longer. I’m sick of it.” You grab the suitcase that was packed for you when you were at the restaurant. “You’re not as ripped as you were when we met, there’s other guys that can provide that image for me.”
“Take it back.” The hurt he’s feeling is completely tangible now. “Take it back right now. Right. Now.” His eyes are pleading with you to have mercy.
You've decided that you've gone past the point of no return. “I’d be happy never have to see you or have to hear from you - ever again.” You scan his eyes, your heart swelling with an eerie feeling of pride as his eyes flood with held back tears.
“This must be some elaborate prank— “he chokes on his words, his hands reach for yours, but you step back.
“This year has been tedious, completely boring and I’ve gotten nothing but only ten decent fucks from you.” Not true, and both of you can attest to that, you've had the best sex, your mutual adoration is clear when you make love. So, Chris is at a loss to understand how this is all being said and happening. “I’m off to New York, stay as long as you like or don’t. I don’t care. Have a nice life.” You slip past him.
Taking his heart and soul with you.
He can’t stop the tears from ballooning in his eyes and then trickling down his cheeks.
He must be stuck in a nightmare. He doesn’t know how long he’s been pacing in this closet filled with your clothes, your smell haunting him.
He rushes downstairs and there’s no sign of you. He stumbles outside and there’s no sign of you or your driver. He rushes in to get his phone and calls you. Five times. The sixth time it goes straight to voicemail.
He feels his heart break.
He falls right in the spot he’s in. He vomits his heart out, the pieces being spat out onto the wooden floors. The blood shinning underneath the soft lights of the lamps.
He wants death. Slow and steady death.
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Part Deux -
Chris Evans
Part Une - Loving You
Synopsis: You encounter your lost love Christopher and you talk about how you've broken his heart.
Word Co
Wealthy CEO, Steve Rogers is a businessman before everything. All he ever wanted is to be the best, richest and smartest, owning all the finest companies. His priority: be better in affairs than his father.
But when a huge opportunity is offered to him, Steve would do anything in his power to seize it. And he’s ready to make a sweet and dangerous deal with you. Even though you are not willing to make a compromise with him.
A/N.
Political Relationship/Marriage? AU. Dark AU.
This is DARK. ANGST (i’m sorry) & SMUT (explicit sexual content) +18. Breeding Kink - sort of… Non-Con & Dub-Con. Mentions of Political Marriage. Mentions of Relationship/Marriage of Convenience. Swearing.
Here it is. One of my favorite story. Hopefully you will enjoyed it too. As always, thank you very much for reading! Don’t hesitate to leave your thoughts, comments, and feedback. (sorry for the layout at then, bugs from Tumblr)
A lots of Love! Lex!xxx
P.S: Gif is not mine, credits to the owner and maker.
For as long as I can remember I just wanted to do what was right. I guess I’m not quite sure what that is anymore. And I thought I could throw myself back in and follow orders, serve. It’s just not the same.
Captain America: The Winter Soldier (2014) dir. Joe and Anthony Russo
Note: I swear to god, tiktok is the place for ideas 😂 if anyone has any ideas or requests, please send them in!!
The night after the boys came back from a mission was the best. While they did their best to message or call throughout the mission, it wasn’t the same as actually being with them. So as soon as they walk through the door to your shared floor in the building, no matter how sweaty, dirty or tired they were.
They were greeted by you with a crushing hug each and a heated kiss. The promises of their favourite dinner being made so that they could shower, clean up and relax. They’d fill you in on all you missed and you would do that same. Playing footsie under the table want them, wanting them as close as possible.
