Warning: Cursing, Smolder, NSFW, SMUUUUT, DO NOT READ AT WORK
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Note: Okay, so this ask/request came in and I was all prepped to write it as a one shot, but I had so many separate ideas that sprang to mind for it and from it. As of right now, I am going to play this one by ear. Hell, I might just keep writing it as long as we’re all in our quarantine/self-isolation. So, it might be one part every week, or I might change it. I honestly have no idea, so let’s start with calling it a mini-series and see where it goes. Thank you anon for the request, hope it’s cool I tweak, twist and stretch this out.
Note: Recommended listening “Insatiable” By: Darren Hayes. You’re welcome!
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Parched. That’s what you were. Your throat felt like a sandstorm had taken up residence and raised the temperature to degrees that were unheard of. The heat raced through you and sending your body temperature through the roof. You felt like the very breath was being sucked out of your body, but what was being breathed in was much more precious than life. It was passion—a passion you hadn’t ever felt. It was a passion you’d heard others talk about, friends, tv shows, movies even, but it was a passion you’d never experienced before. The way he touched you was unlike the way anyone had ever touched you before. The urgency, the desire, the hesitation, it was all a complex enigma, but at the root of it, everything that was radiating off him matched what was within you tenfold.
His lips tasted better than you’d ever imagined. It was a taste that was unique to him but one that somehow you remembered like you’d tasted them before, like it was years, decades, centuries maybe. The muscles underneath his crisp white shirt teased your fingertips, mocked them even making you want nothing between you. In haste, you pulled at his shirt, urging him to take it off. Not needing much prompt, Chris quickly pulled the shirt off, freeing his arms to wrap around you once again. His bare skin against your clothed one burned. You could feel the definition of his muscles against you, and your hands itched to explore.
“God, you feel so good,” Chris whispered against your ear after tearing his lips from yours.
Pulling back just slightly, you locked eyes with his. You could see how much he wanted you. There were no more masks, no more smoke, and mirrors. It was just him. You had no idea how you hadn’t seen it before, how you’d never even suspected.
“What?” Chris eased off of you to stand between your legs.
“Nothing,” you replied as you sat up to touch his jaw.
“That was a something look,” Chris insisted.
“Oh, so you know my looks now?” His signature smirk appeared before he bit his bottom lip in the most delectable way that your belly did flips.
“I know enough.”
Feeling playful, you bit your lip and looked over all the skin on display. How could you not? He wasn’t in extreme Captain America shape anymore, but it was evident he still kept up with a regular workout routine.
“Okay, since you know enough, tell me--,” you paused momentarily, getting lost while looking over his body. The bulge in his pants did not go unnoticed. Before you could stop yourself, you’d licked your lips, which had Chris lurching his hips forward with a grunt.
Looking back at him with raised eyelids, you could have sworn you saw the fear of God spark through him.
“What is this look?”
He didn’t speak for several long moments. He just watched you. When you thought he wasn’t going to say anything, you opened your mouth to speak.
“This is a new one for me. Part of it is mischievous, but the other—it’s only something I’d imagined.”
You smiled and pressed your lips to the center of his chest, making him take a deep heavy breath. You trailed kisses across to his peck. “And what look was it that you imagined?” You dropped a kiss directly over his nipple but added some suction. Another groan escaped him, but no speech followed. Tipping your tongue out, you slowly licked across the tight bead. A sigh filled the air around you this time.
“Don’t be shy,” you teased before you swirled your tongue around his nipple. You knew you were being a little tease, but his reactions were only fueling your playfully devious side.
When you kissed a trail to his other peck to repeat the same actions, you did before you felt his heartbeat quicken. That was when you decided to lean more to devious then playful. With your lips hovered over his nipple, you looked up to him to find him watching you. After a few moments, he scoffed and rolled his head back.
“God.”
“Not my name. Maybe goddess? Its got a nice ring to it,” you teased before you swirled your tongue around his nipple without touching where he wanted. Chris sucked his bottom lip in his mouth and watched you intently.
“Think I like tease better,” he groaned before he dug his hand at the nape of your neck to gently but forcefully pull your head back. When he brought his face to yours, he only left centimeters. You could smell the wine you’d just drank.
“Are you trying to seduce me, Y/N?” his eyes dropped to your lips as you licked them. Something in his voice made you want to pounce him.
“This is what I imagine your seduction look to be. I imagine this look gets you, whatever the hell you want.” His lips pressed to yours for a few seconds. Just as you were about to deepen it, he pulled back, holding your head where he wanted it.
“I saw this look every night while I was laying in my bed, knowing you were just feet away—killed me. Is this seduction?”
“What if it was?”
Chris smirked then kissed your chin in a way that had your bottom lip in his mouth. Fuck, you thought. When he looked at you again, you knew he was the one teasing you now. “You don’t have to seduce what is already yours.”
Three seconds was all that passed before your lips crashed together again. This time the talking was done. Chris lifted you off the table with his hands splayed across your ass and walked away. Hugging his head to your face, you kissed him just as passionately as he kissed you. Everything moved in beats that were perfectly in tune with your heartbeat. You felt him press you against a wall and press his hardness into you. Biting his bottom lip, you slinked your hands down his back to bring to his chest. Once there, you slowly roamed down across his abs to where his belt laid. Chris met your hands and brought them up to press onto the wall beside you before knitting his fingers with yours.
Untangling your hands, you brought them back to your target and began undoing the contraption that kept the part of him you wanted hostage. Once you’d undone the belt and prepared yourself to move to his pants, his hands captured yours again to press back onto the wall. You were about to get annoyed with him, but he was again on the move. Chris’s lips found your neck and your spot in the same breath.
“Fuck!”
As you panted the words, he climbed a few steps and stopped. Losing yourself in the pleasure from his lips at your neck, you arched back. Chris’s hands on your ass tightened their grip and changing your angle so his need now pressed directly into your core. He moved his lips lower across your collar before he began moving again. You felt the coolness of glass on your back. It should have startled you, but it was a good contrast for the way your body was on fire. Chris moaned on your skin before kissing you again.
When you felt the softness of a bed against your back, you sighed and brought your hands around to his pants for the third time. Chris pulled back and pressed your arms to the bed. The soft glow of candles loved his skin. They gave him an almost golden hue that made his muscles pop even more. He could have passed for a God then and there.
“No, you’ve had your fun—it’s my turn.”
Just like that, you’d ventured into the highest level of thirst territory. The man was pure unadulterated sex and desire. Though you’d never been the one eager for dick, you were feigning right now for just that. The mischievous glimmer in his eye, coupled with that dirty-minded teenager smirk you doubted you’d make it to actually get the dick before you came all over yourself. It would be a first, but you didn’t doubt he had the power to get you there.
Chris kissed you again for a split second before he was sucking on your bottom lip to kiss across your jaw and to your ear.
“You look scared.”
You bit your tongue, refusing to play the game. You knew what would come out your mouth—truth. He must have known anyway because his snort said so. Slowly he kissed to your shoulder before he made it back to your collar. The kisses he peppered along your skin left goosebumps across your skin in their wake and an increase of moisture between your legs. By the time he made it to your breasts, you knew he could see your hardened nipples and everything in you wanted him to give them the attention they deserved. He kissed the swell of your breast and kissed a path to your nipple, but once there, he skipped it altogether. An audible groan escaped you.
Chris repeated the same action on your other breast before he was kissing across your stomach. Once at your naval, you felt his tongue delve inside. You had no idea a bellybutton could produce pleasure or that the things he was doing to it could be done. Before long, your back slightly arched off the bed, and your fingers were dug into his hair. His teeth grazed the skin underneath your bellybutton before he nipped it, making you gasp and unintentionally push his slightly head lower.
The growl that echoed in the room had your thighs pressing back to meet the mattress so fast you nearly kneed him in his jaw. You would have if he didn’t slink back to kneel between your legs.
“Fuck, you’re killing me, Y/N!” His eyes were glued to where your skirt was bundled.
Springing to a sitting position, you trailed your hands up his body loving the feel of every ripple and dip. Once to his shoulders, you brought them back down to his pants. Before you began, you looked at him giving him his chance to object. Chris kept his arms lowered at his side with his fists balled tightly. Taking that as permission, you unbuttoned them as you were pushing them off his hips, you noticed the shake of your hands. That’s new, you thought.
“Y/N.”
Meeting his eyes, you saw nothing but tenderness there. “We can stop.”
“Stop?”
He looked down at your hands, resting at the waistband of his pants, the hands that were still shaking.
“We don’t have to do this,” Chris continued.
“I know. I want to,” you pressed. He didn’t look convinced. Raising to your knees to come to his height, you held his cheeks, keeping his attention on you and not your hands.
“I know we don’t have to. I want to,” you repeated before you kissed him. “I want this.” You kissed him again this time, sucking his bottom lip a little. “I want you,” you finished bringing him back with you to the bed.
Chris took control of the kiss, dizzying you in the process. The man could kiss; there was no doubt about that. Long minutes passed with him nestled between your thighs, kissing you drunk until your lungs burned, and your lips were swollen. When your hands touched his hips again, you forcefully pushed his pants down this time with his help. As he kicked them off, he laced his fingers on top of your head, holding you still as he nibbled your lips.
The feel of his member pressing onto you through the thin material of his underwear left little to the imagination. You’d be lying if you said you’d never imagined what Chris Evans was packing. In the early days, before he turned into a dick, you thought about it on quite a few occasions and every time you were indecisive. You were eager to find out which side of you was right. You felt his hands at the back of your neck at the clasps of the top you wore, and in seconds, he’d pulled down the loose straps. All he had to do was slip it down. The thought had you desperately wanting control.
You rolled on top of him and claimed his lips as yours. His large hands spread across your back, made you feel small, and as he slowly unzipped the back of the top, you sat atop him, straddling his body and relishing the feel of him pressed against your ass. Peeling the fabric from your body, you dropped it on the bed, giving him a feast for the eyes. Slowly Chris stared at your breasts, taking every single inch of your skin in. He looked as if he were pressing it to memory. After almost a minute, you began to feel self-conscious. What if he didn’t like the way you looked, you thought. Biting your bottom lip, you began to move, trying to lower your body to his to cover your skin.
Chris’s hand pressed to your abdomen, keeping you where you were. He trailed his hand up your stomach and brought his other hand along for the ride. Once at your breasts, he cupped them, making you feel even smaller. He swiped his thumb across your nipples once, which made you bite your bottom lip harder than intended. His hands were soft. He did it a second time, then a third before he pinched them. When he did that, your back arched and your head hung back.
“Christ!”
Once the words left his mouth, his lips were wrapped around your nipple licking, flicking and sucking until your breathy gasps turned into audible mewls. While his mouth teased one breast, his hand mirrored the motion of his mouth on the other. Before long, you found yourself rocking against him, desperate for friction. Chris’s moans began to match yours with every buck of your hips. When he flipped you back to your back, the power of his sucks increased as did the way he teased you. His sucks turned to nibbles then forceful bites, and that was when you used your feet to push at his underwear.
Chris allowed you to pull it down before it got nudged on his dick. Your frustration was audible in the form of a groan. Chris released your nipple with a loud kiss sound and dug his hands into the waistband of your skirt. He didn’t hesitate a second before he pulled the fabric off your hips as he moved it down your legs you kicked them hoping to help him. As the skirt flung somewhere across the room, thanks to your kick, Chris briefly stood and peeled off his underwear. Due to the dim light in the room and how quickly he moved, you didn’t get a chance to take in the full view before his body pressed to yours again.
Chris briefly kissed you again before he kissed his way down your fully naked body. The heat from his lips had your body tingling and needy—needier than you’d ever been. You watched as he kissed the spot where your thigh and hip met then held your breath in anticipation as he lifted your leg and draped it over his shoulder. He placed a kiss on your pelvis that made you shiver, and as his lips continued to kiss across the bone that connected your pelvis and thigh, you nearly grabbed his head and pushed it between your legs.
When you thought he was going to tease your skin again, your spirit left your body when you felt his mouth connect with your aching trove. Involuntarily your thighs clamped his head, trapping it between your legs as your head was arched back. Chris moaned, but he didn’t stop, he flicked his tongue against your clit with the faintest butterfly flicks you’d ever felt. It wasn’t nearly enough. He knew it. His hands effortlessly pried your thighs apart, pressing and holding them to the bed. That was when you arched onto your elbows and watched his every move.
When his eyes locked with yours, you were seconds from coming. It was that moment Chris delved his tongue inside you. Your hand flew to his head without delay keeping his head in place as he used his tongue to do what you wanted his cock to.
“Fuck! I’m gonna come!” It was barely a warning because once the words left your lips, your body did as it wished. With force more violently than you’d ever experienced, your orgasm took damn near everything from you. Your body shook, but Chris never relented. He was now sucking on your clit inching you higher. This feeling had evaded you the entire time you’d been here, and while you wanted to relish it, you wanted something even more.
Pulling him by his hair to you, Chris pulled your hands from his hair and pressed them to the bed using his full strength. Looking into his eyes, you could see he was holding on by a thin thread, a thread that you intended to snap. Pulling his lips to yours, your licked, sucked, and nibbled them all the while moaning. When you pulled back, you licked them once more.
“Mmm, I taste good,” you groaned out. It was cruel; you knew it. Chris scoffed and shook his head while clenching his jaw tightly. The veins protruding in his neck spoke of control that he was quickly losing. You slithered your hand down his abs across the soft bushel of neatly trimmed hair until your hand wrapped around his appendage. Chris’s groan was so loud it bounced off the walls.
Your hand barely fit around him, and that fact alone had you eager to feel him. Leisurely you slid your hand up and down his length. On the third trip, Chris’s hand stopped yours.
“Doubt, I’m strong enough to take much more of that.” His voice was husky but soft. He sounded incredibly vulnerable. Touching his jaw, you lifted his face to meet yours. If his voice sounded of vulnerability, the look in his eyes spoke of how powerless he was against you. He was so open.
“I want you,” you whispered.
Chris took you in for a few moments before he softly kissed you. When he leaned over your body to the side table, you took the opportunity to kiss across his collar and nibble his skin. When he was again over you, you watched as he ripped open the condom wrapper before he dreamily kissed you. When he pulled away with his forehead pressed to yours, he took a few breathes and looked into your eyes. You saw the question there, and it melted you even more.
“I’m sure,” you answered.
This kiss felt different than all the others. While it was passionate, it was also filled with so much more. You couldn’t put your finger on all the emotions he conveyed with this kiss, not right now. When you first felt the tip of his intrusion push into you, instinctively, you clenched around him, forcing a muffled groan from him before he fully sheathed himself in your desire slickened canal. Your shout was loud, and from the sudden shock, you clenched around him tighter.
“Shiit!”
Chris’s body froze. You didn’t know whose body was shaking, his or yours, but it didn’t matter. You held on to his back, adjusting to his size. He’d managed to blow any expectations you’d thought to have out of the water. Chris’s face was buried in your neck, breathing you in. He pressed your hands to the bed and entwined your fingers then slowly thrust in and out of you. The pace he set was an introductory one, one that gave you time to learn each other’s most intimate parts.
Every time you clenched around him, Chris moaned louder until he was competing with your own moans that were less than ladylike.
“Oh my god, Chris.”
His forehead was again on yours as he panted in unison with you. The sensations were so conflicting it was driving you crazy. The way he deliciously stretched you open gave a burn that should have been painful and almost was, but every time he sunk into you, that pain diminished only to increase from the depth he went. Your body didn’t know whether to push him back or pull him closer. When your legs wrapped around his back, his strokes sped up.
Soon he was feeding you almost every inch of him to the beat of a steady metronome. In no time, you felt the stirs of yet another orgasm, one you felt would be even more powerful than the first. Your sweat slickened bodies rubbed together, creating a friction that only sent the blaze between you burning into a furious inferno. You couldn’t get enough of how he felt, couldn’t get enough of the way he made your belly quiver, or how he had your back arched. When his strokes slowed, they became deeper, and that was when you hugged him to you. Every nudge only brought you closer and closer to falling apart and claiming that intoxicating feeling you’d already penned as something only he could deliver.
Chris’s moans turned to whimpers, and the faster he thrust into you, the more his body shook. Feeling your release, you clenched around him and dug your nails into his back to tether yourself to the earth so as not to drift off into space.
“Fuck!” His Boston accent was unequivocally raging through. As you came, you could feel Chris’s release with pulse after pulse of his dick inside of you. Breathlessly and desperately, you panted out as your body shook underneath his. You clenched around him one spasm after the other milking him for everything he had.
Long minutes passed before either of you were able to move. Chris flopped onto his back, still panting. The two of you laid there staring out the wall-length window before you into the night sky. The stars were so bright you wondered if they decided to shine this brightly in celebration for you, finally getting some or if this was just another run of the mill night.
You didn’t know how long the room remained silent. You were lost in your thoughts of what had just happened and reconciling with the fact that you’d just fucked your best friend’s brother, and it was good—quick but good. When Chris spoke, you only caught the end of it; “rry.”
Looking at him, you took him in; he was still staring out the window. “Huh?”
“I’m sorry.” Crinkling your brow, your confusion was obvious. He looked at you and took a deep breath.
“For what?”
“That that was so—quick,” Chris quietly responded. You wanted to laugh out loud and nearly did if it hadn’t been for your hand clasped over your mouth. It could have been passable, but your snort betrayed you.
“Are you laughing at me right me?”
Shaking your head, you kept your hand over your mouth. The look on his face said he didn’t believe you. Shock flitted across his features.
“Wow. I can’t believe you.”
You released your laugh, unable to hide it any longer. For a few moments, you laughed, trying to get it all out. When your body stilled, you took a deep breath. When you looked at Chris, he was raising to his feet.
“No, no. Chris, wait.” You rolled onto him, straddling him again. Though your laughter had stopped, your amusement was still evident.
“You’re laughing at me.”
“No, no. I’m not, I promise.” The look he gave you said, “Yeah, right,” and that was what made you laugh again. Chris made another move to get up. He moved like you weighed as much as a feather. As he sat at the edge of the bed, you tried your best to push him down to keep him on the bed.
“Okay, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have laughed, but I couldn’t help it. you caught me off guard.”
“It’s not funny, Y/N. God, I’m self-conscious enough as it is. So embarrassing.” He rubbed his forehead.
“What? Why?”
“It’s been a while, and I was already hanging on by a thread thanks to these last weeks. I—I was too excited. Jeez.” Chris dropped back onto the bed with his hands on his face rubbing it.
“Aww, it’s okay. This type of thing happens to everyone.”
The look he gave you was an unamused one. “It doesn’t happen to me.”
Snorting again, you giggled all the while trying to keep a straight face.
“Y/N, seriously!”
“I’m sorry. It’s not a big deal. I understand. It’s okay.”
Chris rolled his eyes and groaned. “That is not helping. You’re patronizing me. You’re probably already stacking me up in your head comparing me,” he groaned out before he finished his sentence.
“Chris, chill out. I’m not complaining about it being quick. My god, I came twice, did you ignore that?” He looked to you with a questioning expression.
“You had to have noticed.” He sat up to face you again.
“Of course, I noticed, I’m mean hello, you know my name.”
You slapped his shoulder. “And we’re back to Mr. cocky.”
Chris held you in place as you tried to climb off of him. “Don’t move. I like this position.”
“You would.” He kissed your jaw, leading to your lips. His moan filled the room, and along with the moan, you felt his length harden again.
“Really, Chris?”
“I told you once, only you have made me hot for the last three years,” Chris repeated. In seconds the air in the room became heavy. One could suffocate from the carnal passion that filled the room. Where others would suffocate, the two of you came to life as did your desire for each other. You caressed his face and brought your lips to his, but before you touched his, you pulled back. You could sense how badly he wanted your lips. You decided then to not give them to him.
“Earn them,” you commanded.
You saw the flicker of darkness in his eyes, and it excited you.
“Didn’t you say you had a lot of things you’d like to teach me?” Chris’s smirk was wickedly arousing.
In seconds you were flat on your back with your hands pressed into the mattress. He was strong. You couldn’t move.
“Let’s start with manners. You need to learn this dick is nothing to laugh at.”
The way your wetness gushed should have been shameful, but you refused to be ashamed of how badly you wanted him. After Chris replaced the used condom with a fresh one, he slowly slid into you, stretching out every sensation, so you felt each of them torturously slow. You were dealing with Chris, “I have something to prove” Evans, and you knew you’d enjoy every second on this lesson.
Ten minutes later, you wanted to scream at him to stop teasing you, but you refused to give him the satisfaction. Instead, you bit your tongue and allowed him to continue to torture you. He was holding your orgasm hostage, and he knew it. Every time he connected your bodies, he’d only give you half his length before he retreated, ultimately pulling out only to repeat the action. You were going insane, and the devious look on his face said he knew it but didn’t give a flying fuck.
“If you want it, ask for it,” Chris muttered, ending with his smirk. You wanted to smack him, then push him on his back and ride him until sunrise. It seemed like nothing had changed.
“Do you want it?” You knew you’d caught him off guard with the question. It didn’t last long, though.
“This is about you, Y/N. Lesson learned, or should I double down?” For emphasis, he pulled out and swiped himself across your slit, making you arch. When you tried to move your hands, again, his strength was too much to overcome.
“You’re not laughing now. No longer funny?” The tease in his voice was not missed. The man was evil, you thought.
“If you want me to beg, it’ll never happen.” Your defiance had him smiling before he brought his face to yours, touching your nose with his.
“Oh, sweetheart, you will.” Chris kissed you once, and you fully intended to pull away, but you quickly got lost. Chris rolled his tongue around yours then sucked it as he jerked his hips forward, connecting you in one smooth movement that had him nudging against where you wanted him. You moaned on his lips, and his mouth drank it all in. Increasing his speed, he thrust into you, bringing even more goosebumps with every move he made. Tearing his lips from yours, he peppered kisses along your neck.
“You feel so good, Y/N,” Chris whispered, ending on a groan.
“I’ve imagined this moment for so long,” he finished.
“And?” Chris locked eyes with you again, but he didn’t stop his movements. Instead, he buried himself to the hilt.
“You’re perfect, so fucking perfect. I don’t deserve you.” Clenching around him, Chris yelped before dropping his forehead to yours.
“Fuck!”
You panted feeling your orgasm just out of your grasp.
“Chris,” you whispered.
“If you want it, ask for it.” You could see he was close too. All you had to do was take control from him.
With every thrust, Chris whimpered, and with every thrust, you could feel his body shake even more. He was a tower of contradiction, dominating and powerful one minute and the next so vulnerable and subservient. You wondered if it was just with you or had he been this way with others.
As he rotated his hips, the change of sensation had you sinking your nails into his hand and whining.
“Please--.” Chris’s head snapped to you and searched your face.
“What was that?”
“I need more,” you pleaded.
“You know the words, Y/N.”
“I shouldn’t have laughed. I’m sorry.” His expression softened, and you felt his grip on your hand slacken. “I’m really sorry,” your voice was softer this time. Chris released your hands to cup your face.
“I forgive you, sweetheart.”
With his defense lowered, you rolled on top of him. “Good to know, sweetheart,” you teased.
Chris’s laugh was loud, but as he laughed, he flipped you back onto the bed. “Nice try, sweetheart.”
Grunting out in frustration, wrapped one leg around his back. “Chris please, I want it.”
“What’s that sweetheart?”
“You.”
“You have me, you’ve always had me.”
You wrapped your other leg around him and rose to meet him. When he realized what you were doing his stopped moving. You didn’t. You knew he’d either have to let your hands go to hold your hips steady or let you have your way with him. You also knew that he knew he wouldn’t last much longer.
“You’re so stubborn,” he whispered before he let your hands go to press your thighs back to the bed. He held them there and sped his thrusts again. As he rocked into you, it only took seconds for your orgasm to crept up. Clenching around him, you prepared for it. Chris’s movements staggered before he was giving you deep storks so deep you lost your shit faster than expected. Your were so close and when you could reach out and touch the fireworks that were beginning within you, Chris stopped.
You met his eyes and the string that held you to him was so taunt you just needed one small movement. Any movement. You knew what he wanted.
“Fuck you Chris,” you blurted out, your frustrations getting the best of you. You could hear his amusement in his scoff.
“Ask for it.”
“Can I come?” You refused to say it the way he wanted, you were not begging, a question would suffice.
“As you wish,” he whispered again, giving you every inch of him. You screeched out, feeling your release literally making you transcend space and time. Your body convulsed, and your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You barely heard Chris’s groans as he found his second release of the night.
When your body finally returned to earth, Chris was still buried inside of you as you laid across his chest on top of him. At some point, he must have rolled and taken you with him. Lazily you lifted your head to look at him.
“Hi,” Chris whispered before he kissed your forehead.
“How dare you use the line from my favorite movie against me.”
He snorted and pressed his lips to your forehead again. “Can’t believe that’s still your favorite movie.”
“What can I say, I have taste.”
“Nah, you’re just not as tough as you make yourself seem. I see you, Y/N. I see right through you.”
His words were teasing, you knew it, but they hit you like a ton of bricks. It was quite possible he did see through all pretenses and masks. Look where you were.
Chris held you to him, cocooning you in his arms, making you feel safer than you’d ever felt with anyone else. Maybe he did have your back. Maybe you’d been so wrong about him all these years that the man beneath you really meant everything he said and felt all he said he did. You didn’t know what scared you more—being wrong about him or being right about him all those years ago.
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Hello Anon! Thank you for the ask! :D Sorry I am replying so late. I was at work and just got free enough to answer this.
Q14. What do you like drawing the most?
Well my boys Steve and Tony BUT to be more generic I love to draw characters. Especially my OCs for my books that I want to write.
So it’s a mix of Steve/Tony (together or alone) and my own original work though I only post my stony art on Tumblr.
Q22. List at least one of your “artspirations”?
Wow, this one is a tough cookie cause I just have SO MANY. But I will list a few with some reasons.
1. Picolo-kun (picolo-kun.deviantart.com)
I always loved to draw but I think this artist made me want to draw and practice every day. His art is just GORGEOUS and so sleek and unique. If you have not checked him out you should.
2. Hallpen (hallpen.deviantart.com)
She is a very big RDJ fan and I just love her style of art if I could imitate anyone I wish I could imitate her art. I love how her style just looks so close to the real version of RDJ while still looking cartoonish.
3. Viria-13 (viria-13.deviantart.com)
(I could be wrong I think she might have changed her name) But her art is very beautiful and SO unique. It is one of those styles that you instantly know it’s hers. I wish I had that kind of talent and skill to be recognized only be a glimpse and also have wonderful art.
4. Shillin (shillin.deviantart.com)
I love this style because theirs so much detail and intricacies in their art. I swear I fall in love with every piece they do. I love the way it still looks like it’s drawn but so detailed that it so realistic.
Those are a few of my art inspirations! Hope this answered your questions! You should definitely check them out if you want BUT they are not Stony or marvel artists so just to warn you (except maybe Hallpen but she is more of an RDJ artist than a marvel one)
Just stopping by to send you positive writing well wishes for a fabulous Q14!!! We're all looking forward to it!!! Chris 'bout to lay it DOWNNNNNNNNNN!!!
Thank you for the positive wishes.
😂😂😂😂 I don’t think I have ever felt more pressure to deliver some back breaking before.
I actually feel like Chris gettin ready to put it down and not wanting to dissapoint.
Happy Birthday lovely!!! It’s Quarantine surrogate mom, the anon who sent the idea. Lol well just call me Bee. 🐝 Again you took this story to new heights! Just caught up, no spoilers, Glad to see homegirl is happy! 😉 I hope you had a wonderfully blessed birthday and here’s to many more! 🥰😊
Heeeeeeey
Thank you so much for the birthday love!
Yeah, this story just keeps twisting and morphing and it’s a lot of fun to mold it.😁
