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#chris evans x desi!reader
ktficworld · 10 months
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Loving you is not easy, my dear
Pairing: Steve Rogers x desi!reader
Summary: America thinks Steve Rogers can do better and maybe, they are right.
Warning: heavy racism(seriously, I'm not using this word lightly), angst, hurt/comfort, trolling, protective!Steve, reader gets her revenge on the racist bastards 😈
A/n: posting after so long. Already know traction is going to be shit but I'd really appreciate if you reblog this. I'll try to keep it short(I failed💀)
Tags: @sunshine-on-my-mind @slutty-daddy-pedro
This wasn't supposed to happen.
You weren't ready to get dragged through the mud just yet.
You and Steve have been dating for a year. You were a regular software engineer. Wandering around on the internet, to help fellow programmers with their problems. Little did you know, that none other than Tony Stark was there for help under the disguise of 'toiletdistroyer'; frankly, you should have known by this username, but oh well.
So, you caught the billionaires eye and he offered you a job on the spot. And of course, you took it, much to your parents dismay and happiness. With tears filled in your eyes and aachar, parathe stuffed in your tiffin. Of you went to America.
You didn't meet the captain for a good month and honestly, even if you had. You wouldn't have given two fucks about him since you were stressed to the brim with work and moving in.
You slowly met every avenger. Tony was the first, of course. Then it was Bruce Wayne Banner as you worked on the technical part of a bio-tech project he was developing. He was good but was shy and mostly kept to himself. Afterwards followed, Natasha, she was sassy and perfect. You liked talking to her about girl shit and somehow, she took a liking to your weird ass and you befriended black widow.
Next up, was his best friend. Bucky. He caught you wandering outside the stark building because you came too early and so he joined you and the birds chirping. He was cute and funny, but not your type. Thankfully, he wasn't interested and quickly friend zoned him.
Then you met him.
You whistled as you sauntered into the lobby. Clocking out early from your shift and cherry on top, it was Friday. You were going to have a fun weekend. Talking with your parents, watching kdrama and being gleefully single.
Your whistle was disturbed by something squashy yet hard coming underneath your foot. You retreated your foot and glanced down with furrowed brows. It was a brown leather wallet. With a sigh, you bent down and picked up the lost wallet.
You opened the wallet to see the identity of the abandoned wallet's owner and your eyebrows disappeared into you hairline as the stupidly handsome face of the captain appeared in front of you. He must have dropped it in a hurry.
Your eyes darted around as you bit your bottom lip. The sane thing to do would be to go to the reception, hand her the wallet and go your merry way. But he might still be around and also, the receptionist looked too bitchy for you to deal with. So you went for the less sane option, of course.
You took a deep breath and glanced up at the ceiling. "Hey, Friday. Is Captain Rogers still in the compound?"
"Yes, miss. Shona. Captain Rogers is in the parking lot." The robotic voice of Friday said from above.
"Thank you, Friday." You said and deeply sighed. Yes, you could do it. No need to be nervous. What if he's Captain America? You ain't a criminal. With that peep talk, you rushed to the parking lot.
You almost tripped while trying to find Steve in the parking lot but in the end, you found him. He was swinging his leg to climb on his bike when you shouted to get his attention.
"Captain Rogers! Captain Rogers!" The man stopped mid-way, setting his foot back on the ground as he turned around and you almost died at the sight of him. He was wearing blue jeans, white T-shirt and blue jacket, making his sapphire eyes pop as some blonde hair strands falling over his forehead. Oh, girl. Get a grip on yourself!
He was startled by your incessant shouting as he looked at you with his doe yet alert eyes. "Yes, miss. How can I help you?" He asked, ever the gentleman and you internally sighed in relief that he didn't call you ma'am.
You waved his wallet and said. "Your wallet. I think you dropped in the lobby."
His eyes widened as he patted his pockets and a sheepish look appeared on his face. "Ah, I think I really dropped it. Sorry." He said and walked up to you.
You gave him his wallet with a smile and bit your lip when your hands touched. Fuck, were you on your pms?
You peered at him through your lashes as he checked the insides of the wallet and promptly shoved it in his jeans back pocket.
He glanced at you and with a shy smile, said. "Thank you, miss."
"Oh, no problem. You can call me shona." You didn't know what divine energy of confidence came over you as you extended your hand for Steve to shake.
Steve looked at you funnily but shook your hand nonetheless. "That's not your real name, is it?" He asked timidly after the handshake, his touch lingering on your hand as you unwittingly savoured the feeling.
You beamed at him and shook your head. "Nope."
"Then, what is it?"
You told him your name and the smile on his dashing face faded away as he looked down. You could not blame him, most people had the same reaction and that was why you gave your nickname, not actual name.
"I'll probably butcher that." He muttered sadly as he scratched the back of his neck.
You chuckled and waved off his concerns. "It's alright. Most people can't say my name. Only few special people have made it into a special group who can pronounce it outside India." And it was true. Only few people were able to say your name without getting their tongue twisted, including Natasha.
Steve raised an eyebrow. He bent down, close to your face and whispered, in a husky voice. "And what are the requirements?"
You hummed as you pretend to think with your finger on your chin and said, dramatically. "A lot of dedication and practice."
Now it was his turned to be amused as he leaned even closer and asked. "And what will I get if I get into this special club?"
You were caught off guard as you spluttered out. "Um, what do you want?" And you also had kdramas to binge for fuck sake.
"A dinner sounds good." He said with a lopsided grin.
You gave him a thumbs up and said. "Perfect! Now I need to go. I have a weekend to enjoy, bye." You said and rushed out without a second thought or glance at Steve.
When you sat down in the metro was the time when your dumb mind actually processed his words and you froze In your seat. Wait! Did he just ask you on a date?
He did, in fact, ask you on a date.
After he learned to say your name. You two went on a date and you knew you were doomed. Those blue eyes had effectively captured your heart as you slowly fell for him.
And who won't? He was so soft, affectionate, caring, supportive. He was perfect. You didn't know what he saw in you. You were so... Regular.
But whenever you would say this to him. He would look at you all offended and ask why not? You were beautiful, intelligent and his sunshine. And you melted everytime he said that.
You told your parents and you had to make your mother take an oath that she won't say anything about your relationship to any of your relatives as she just couldn't stop giggling. Thankfully, she kept her oath.
You also officially got introduced to the avengers. Bucky and Natasha already knew about it and everyone was happy for you and Steve. Yeah, Tony did throw a tantrum about how he didn't figure out your budding romance and how Rogers whisked you away from under his nose. His words, not yours. And he also earned a slap to the chest by Pepper for that.
You both decided to keep your relationship private. Steve did not want to make a circus of his relationship in the media and you also wanted to lay low. You wanted to take the Katrina Kaif route, one day you're single and the next day, poof! You are married.
But the Cosmos had another plan.
You didn't know who it was, a reporter or a fan. But someone captured you and Steve in a not so platonic way. You were sitting on his bike, one hand occupied with an ice cream and the other, draped over his board shoulder. He was holding you by the waist as you both kissed. Ice cream long forgotten as you both were smiling into the kiss. But someone had posted it on social media and overnight your very private relationship was in front of the entire world to judge ans comment about.
You woke up to a cold bed and your phone exploded with texts and calls, ranging from judgmental relatives to your friends from India and America to the entire avengers team.
You furrowed your brows at the slew of messages and calls and decided to call Steve but instead his phone blared in your shared room, making you sigh. What the fuck was going on?
You scrolled through your contacts and paused when Natasha's name appeared. You hovered over her number hesitantly before calling her. Just after two rings, she answered.
"Hello, Natasha. What is going on and where is Steve?" You asked her in a sleepy voice and scratched your head.
On the other side of the line, Natasha sucked in a sharp breath and replied with unusual franticness. "Shona, somebody leaked a photo of you two and now the world knows that you both are in a relationship. Steve's in the living room, come here quickly and don't open your social media!" Natasha cautioned.
"Wha-" You didn't even get a chance to comprehend her words before she hang up the call. You glance at your phone incredulously. You sat up straight when your brain finally processed the given information. Your relationship was public. Your Katrina Kaif moment was ruined even before it materialised, ugh! So unfair.
And telling you not to open your social medias? It was like telling a child not to eat the candies from the jar. You bit your lip and opened the hellhole called twitter. And the number one trending hastag was:
#CaptainAmericaisdatingwho?
You tapped on the hastag and was instantly greeted by the picture of you and Steve. Your eyes widened as you took in the picture, whoever clicked it had good photography skills as you looked decent in it. You scrolled down and made a decision you would later come to regret, started reading the reactions of the people.
He is dating an Indian? Why? Did he not find any good girl in here? Insane.
If they have a child, what would be their skin color?
She probably put him under a spell or something.
Wait! She works for Stark, meaning this is a work-place relationship. Yeah, no shit, Sherlock.
Captain America is taken😭😭😭 why God! Now I need to find someone else to obsess over😭😭😭
Look how she's eating. Like, get some manners girl! 👇
You looked down to the image attached. You were eating rice with your hand and winking at the camera, granted it wasn't the neatest sight but eating food with hands made it taster(yeah, fight me on it!).
That was it, you could not take it anymore. You burst into a fit of uncontrollable laughter as you giggled at the comments, doubling down in your bed.
Tears gathered in your eyes as you laughed your ass off on these racists misery. You knew damn well that you would face some form of racism whether you dated Steve or not and it was funny to see them whine like anyone gave a shit.
You scrolled some more laughing at the whiny racist and the memes people made along the way. However, one comment caught your attention as you halted to read it.
Why isn't Steve dating her?
You looked down at the photo and your heart dropped, all your happiness fading away. You stared at the woman's photo for what felt like ages as you observed her porcelain skin, her blonde hair and her perfect figure. She was the epitome of an American woman.
You looked at Sharon's perfect face and could not help but echo the poster's thought. Yeah, why wasn't he dating Sharon? Why was he dating you? A regular girl while he was captain fucking America! He could have anyone he wanted. A model, an actor anyone he wanted and he wanted you? Why?
Much to your detriment, you scroll past it and onto the next comment which said:
So, she's the ugly one in the relationship 🙈🙈🙈
The comment plunged into your soul like a rusted dagger as your breathing becomes a shallow pounding in your ears. You glanced forward, where the full length mirror was sitting and stared at your reflection with critical gaze.
You brought a hand to your face, it was so dull. Your eyes had dark circles and were puffy. Your lips weren't plump enough. Your eyes weren't big enough. Your body wasn't curvy enough. You only had brains. No, you didn't! You weren't special, anyone could do your job with enough practice. You were nothing out of the ordinary.
You were snapped out of your destructive thoughts as your phone was snatched out of your grip. You whipped your eyes to the perpetrator and a very furious Natasha glared back at you.
"What did I tell you about not checking your social media?" Natasha asked, enraged as she waved your phone in her hands.
You didn't want Natasha to be proven right so you scoffed and replied. "Telling someone not to do something will only make them do it more. Haven't you heard of reverse psychology, agent?" You snarked and Natasha shook her head in displeasure.
"You coming with me?" Natasha asked.
You paused to think and then shook your head. "Let me shower first. I feel dirty and sleepy."
Natasha nodded thoughtfully and said. "Okay, I'll stay here."
You whined in protest but quickly shut up after receiving a steely glare fron the black widow which would make even the toughest villians pee their pants. You showered, taking extra long as you got distracted by your thoughts yet again. And made your way to the living room with Natasha in toe.
And you heard it before you saw it. The annoying voice of one of the most famous conservative journalist as he said that Steve Rogers could do much better, that this relationship wasn't going to last and that he wished it won't last long.
The last part made your stomach churn in uncertainty.
The pattering of footsteps alerted the other avengers of your arrival. Tony and Steve were standing next to each other as they talked in hushed yet aggressive tone.
Tony looked annoyed than ever as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. While, Steve? Steve looked like just one poke and he would snap. His jaw was clenched, his eyes were ablaze as he stood taut.
Both of the man's gaze snapped towards you as Steve's face softened and he rushed towards you, blocking your view to the TV as Tony hastily turned it off.
"You finally done sleeping, sleepy head?" Steve asked affectionately as he caressed you cheek.
You hummed absentmindedly and forced a smile on your face. "Slept like a baby." You said and the air was so thick with tension that it was strangling you more than your own mind as no one dared to talk about the elephant in the room.
Eventually, Steve cleared his throat and said in a whisper. "You already know what happened but don't worry, I'm with you." And pulled you into his embrace. Yes, why are you with me, Steve? What do you like in having to deal with all this drama when you could date any white woman and keep the peace?
You tried to reciprocate his hug but it was a half hearted attempt as you were fixated onto something else.
"Yeah, don't do anything stupid." Sam said when you and Steve parted. His face was empathic and knowing and your heart broke at that. Still, you gave him a half smile.
"Hey! That's my line!" Bucky yelled in offence, making Sam scowl at him.
"You don't own a sentence, Buchanan." Sam countered.
"Don't call me that and I would copyright..." They kept bickering but you tuned them out as the seed of doubt started sprouting in your consciousness.
📷
But it only got worse. The hate just didn't stop and everyone was piling up on you. Indians did come to your defence, questioning the racism and the unrequited hate you were getting.
But some were also interrogating you. Why were you dating captain America? Why were you flying so high? That he may just be using you and would leave you for an American sooner or later. This sentiment was also shared by your relatives.
Your parents were on your side but you could sense that seeing you get attacked was upsetting them. You put up a brave face in front of the world but you were crumbling down from the depths of your being. You were falling down an abyss and no matter how hard you shouted for help, your mind didn't let up its torment.
You didn't tell the avengers or Steve because they was already so stressed out dealing with all this fiasco. He was so distraught that he didn't even notice you withdrawing from him. He didn't notice how you slept on the edge of the bed instead of in his arms. He didn't notice that you avoided mirror like a plague. He didn't notice how you were drowning in your minds stupid tricks.
That was until it boiled over.
It was a quiet evening. You were walking back to the compound after running some errands. Apparently, Indian species were hella expensive and hard to find in there so you shopped for them by yourself. And it was also because you liked these non-eventful and tranquil moments that you had reserved for yourself.
You were absentmindedly trudging forward as the compound just entered your peripheral when a shout jolted you out of your trance like state.
"Go back to your country!"
You whirled around, only to come face-to-face with a regular white man. Seriously, he didn't even look like a Kevin or intimidating, just run of the mil white guy, very easy to blend in the crowd.
You raised your eyebrows and exclaimed. "Excuse me?"
The man tutted and took a step forward, you taking a backward step. "Didn't you hear me? I said, go back to your country."
"This is getting old. Try something new." You said with a bored voice and crossed your arms on your chest.
"Seriously, first you take our jobs then resources and now our hero? Just because you don't have anything in your country, doesn't mean you should come running to us and mooch off of us." He ranted with a grunt.
"Why? You wanna date him?" You eyed him from head to toe. "To my knowledge, Steve is straight and even if he wasn't. I don't think he would date someone like you." You snided.
His jaw ticked as he took a step forward. "You don't deserve him!" He spat.
Yes, you don't deserve him. Your mind supplied as your grip around the shopping bag loosened.
"He deserves better." Yes, he deserved better.
"You are nothing." Yes, you were nothing.
You were so hypnotised by your minds scorching affirmations that you didn't see the approaching threat.
You yelped as your back hit an electric poll, grocery bag falling on the ground. The man lunging forward for an attack but before he could even lift his hand, a punch from his left side shoved him away and he landed on the ground with a pained grunt.
You let out a shuddery breath as you slowly glanced to your left, your whole body trembling with fear. Your eyes landed on Steve standing there, panting heavily as his knuckles were painted crimson, by whose blood? You didn't know. His eyes were ablaze and his face was murderous as he began charging towards the whimpering man on the pavement.
This snapped you from whatever demons were holding you as marched towards him and shrieked. "Steve, stop!"
You stopped in front of him and wrapped youur hands around his. He halted in his steps, his face instantly softening as he unclenched his fists and dropped his offensive stance. He cupped your right cheek and you spluttered out a sob.
You glanced down at his bloody knuckle and coked out. "Steve, let's go."
He glanced behind you at the whining man and then nodded. He tucked you in his embrace while your gaze never left his knuckles. This was all your fault. Because of you, he almost lost control of himself and if he would have done something then you would have also smeared his name. Maybe it was good to end things.
📷
The room was pin-drop silent, only the sniffling of you and Steve and the clinking of the first aid kit being shut closed reverberated through the walls. Steve had started to talk as soon as you left the man writhing on the cold sidewalk but one finger of yours on his lips and he shut up, accepting your silent plea of solace. But you couldn't push back the inevitable any longer.
You lifted up the first aid kit and set it inside one of the cabinets in the bathroom. When you came back, you sat down on the coffee table ahead of Steve and peered at him through your lashes, your heart breaking when your gaze landed at his pretty face. You would miss him.
It was Steve who spoke first. He intertwined his bandaged hand with yours and softly said. "I'm sorry, you are suffering so much because of me and I'm sorry I wasn't able to protect you."
Swallowing, you looked down as tears beaded your eyelashes and muttered out. "I think we should break up, Steve. It's not working out." Saying those words was like stabbing yourself in the chest with a scorching knife.
Steve instantly stiffened and his grip on your hand grew tight as he refused to let you go. "Why?" He asked and before you could reply, his bitter laugh made your head snap upwards as he shook his head.
"Why am I asking this? This should be pretty obvious to me," He sniffled as few tears slid down his cheeks. He glanced at you and you had to bite your lip to hold back your own tears as his pained and misty eyes stared into yours. "Is there nothing I could do to change your mind? To make you give me a second chance? Do you not love me anymore?"
The last part was like a slap to your face as you furiously shook your head and yelled. "I love you with all my heart, body, mind and soul. I love you more than anything in this world, more than I could ever articulate."
"Then why are you leaving me?" He asked in a whisper.
And the flood burst gates open as you broke down. "BECAUSE I DON'T DESERVE YOU."
Steve immediately placed you in his lap as sons wrecked through your body. "Why would you say that? You deserve the world, doll."
"No Steve, no! You are Captain America and I'm nothing. You are gorgeous and I'm ugly. You are perfect and I'm not." You cried into his chest, selfishly seeking his warmth.
Steve jutted your chin upwards and gazed down at you with soft offense. "No, honey. I'm not perfect, I betrayed Tony, I have done so many things that I regret. I have cried in your arms multiple times and you have seen me vulnerable." He said through his own tears.
"But you are so pretty. You should be dating a model or an actress, not me."
"Who like me for being Captain America? No way and," He held your face in his palms and continued. "You are the most beautiful, most intelligent, most amazing woman I have ever met. I won't trade you for anyone."
"Then why I doesn't feel like it, Steve? You asked in a defeated whisper. "Why can't I see myself the way you see me?"
"I can help you look at yourself like I look at you. Please just, don't leave me. I can't live without you. We can survive this storm." He murmured softly kissed your sore eyes.
Your lips quivered as you brought your hands to Steve's face. "I want you, Steve. I want you so much but holding you feels like a sin."
"And holding you feels like a dream. A dream I thought I would never have," He said quietly and gently pressed his forehead with yours. "Just give me another chance. Give us another chance."
"Okay." You replied. Your sobs had ended and draped a heavy blanket of fatigue over you in their farewell as you melted into Steve's hold and Steve snuggled in you more. You didn't know when he placed you on your bed or when you fell asleep in his arms. You let yourself fall into his bliss as all the demons left you. Because in this moment , Steve was yours and you were his and that was all that mattered.
📷
You yawned as you got out of your slumber. The bed was cold again as Steve was nowhere to be found. Again.
Maybe he realised you were right and moved instead of kicking you out. You sniffed a little and turned around, so you were facing the front of your room. But your face instantly scrunched up in bewilderment as you took in the sight.
There were polaroid pictures hanging from the ceiling by a white thread, all facing away from you. You scratched your head as you tentatively got out of the bed. How the fuck did someone hang these and you didn't even stir? Was this from hydra?
The last thought made you gulp as you gingerly reached out for the first picture and pulled it close to read the text written on it with a marker.
Do you remember the time when you handled the toughest project alone?
-Tony
"Huh, what?" Now you were even more confused as you flipped the glossy paper and burst out into a fit of laughter.
It was a picture of you handing Tony a golden toilet trophy like you were handing an Oscar with a megavolt grin as he was rolling his eyes but still, he begrudgingly received the award.
You wiped off a tear from your eye and refocused back on his question. You hummed to yourself as you took a trip down the memory lane. It was a very important biotech project and there had come a point where the connection between the software and hardware had broken and no one could figure why because everything was normal and nothing seemed faculty. It turned out to be a software issue as the code had malfunctioned and needed to be rewritten in a more efficient manner.
You led the team who did that and boy were those days exhausting. Overtime, frustration, failure after failure and of course the moral of the team going down. But you managed to keep the team together and pulled through. Providing excellence.
You smiled a little at that memory. You weren't that useless.
Sighing, you stepped forward to the next picture and read the text on it.
Remember when you got hit on and Steve scowled?
-Natasha and Wanda
You turned the photo around, showing you, Wanda and Natasha. You and Wanda were eating a leftover cake while Natasha was drinking wine straight from the bottle.
You remembered that night. You were minding your own business and not touching alcohol since you didn't want to wake up with a pounding headache. when a guy suddenly materialised next to you and ordered a drink for you without even asking and began flirting.
You smoothly pulled yourself out of that situation and gave the drink to Natasha but Steve had witnessed the whole interaction and he looked like he wanted to sucker punch that poor dude. He was teased relentlessly about it for a month.
Now that you thought about it. You were hit on multiple times on multiple occasions. It was a game of sorts between you and Steve. Since your relationship was private, it was amusing to see people ask you or Steve on a date. You always relished in watching girls flirt with Steve because he would always get uncomfortable and nope out of there like his life depended on it. It was fun because no matter how much they flirted with him, you knew that the man was yours.
You chuckled and caught a glimpse of your reflection in the mirror. You weren't that bad looking.
You walked up to the next polaroid and snatched it closer.
Remember when you comforted me when everyone was sleeping?
-Bucky
Your eyes filled with tears as you flicked to see yours and Bucky's image, it was clicked during lockdown when everyone stressed a lot about cleaning everything. You were pretending to sing with a cleaner bottle in your hand as a microphone and Bucky was using a broom as his guitar.
With a reminiscent smile and you thought back to that one stormy night when Steve was out on a mission and everyone was sound asleep.
You being the insomniac that you were started trudging towards the kitchen for some late night snack but stopped mid-way when you heard whimpers coming from Bucky's room. You went inside without asking but saw him crying alone in his bed. He was so resistant to your comfort and even yelled at you for intruding on his privacy: but he was right about it. However, he caved in the end and cried his heart out while you held him. Then you both watched anime and ate chips. Sleep was nowhere to be found that night.
You bit your lips as you went to the last and final picture, that was dangling before the door.
Remember why I love you?
-Steve
You burst into tears as the realisation dawned on you that it was he, who did all of this. To make you see yourself through his eyes and everybody's eyes. And no, you didn't remember why he loved you because there were too many moments and reasons to remember all that once.
Warmth bloomed in your chest as you finally looked at the picture and it was just like your relationship. Sweet and simple. With you both in the bed, hair messy and lazy smiles on your faces. It was a morning selfie that you taken sporadically on his phone.
You loved him. You loved him so much and you wanted to be with him till the end of the line. Because even if you were just a regular jane, you loved him and he loved you and that was all that mattered.
In your whirlpool of emotions, you didn't register the the bedroom door clicking open and Steve walking inside. It was when his strong arms enveloped you, did you got out of your reverie and glanced at him, teary eyed.
You hugged him back and wept louder in his chest as he rubbed your head. "I love you. I'm sorry for telling everyone about what you were going through but I thought it would help, please stop crying."
You slapped a hand over his lips and cried out. "Shut up. You lovely little dork. I love you. You did nothing wrong in my eyes."
With hope twinkling in his eyes, he removed your palm and asked. "So, will you give us another chance?"
"Yes! This one incident won't make my problems go away in a snap but I want to be with you and learn to love myself like you love me." You said through a smile and leaned to kiss him when-
"What about the trolls?" Tony's voice made you shriek in surprise as Steve gave him an exasperated look.
"Really, Tony?" Steve said with displeasure.
"Yeah, really asshole?" Natasha said and slapped Tony on the head.
Tony scrunched up his face in indignation and said. "But I need to know. She's not used to the attention and hate. And she can't even deactivate her social media because she is one of our representatives from tech."
This made a bulb go off in your head as you held up your plam and said. "Don't worry, Tony. I'll have it handled. Plus, we didn't really publicly announced our relationship, did we?"
Steve narrowed his eyes at you but you just grinned at him devilishly. Time to troll the trolls.
📷
You softly closed the bathroom door as you stepped outside, your white saree grazing the floor. You looked ahead and your jaw went slack, Steve was his blue powder blue shirt and black pants and his blonde hair practically glowed in the golden light of the evening. He looked so gorgeous that you just couldn't tear your eyes away from him.
But then you realised his intense stare on you and you quickly looked down, heat raising to your cheeks. "Stop, staring, it's creepy."
Steve let out a throaty chuckle and said. "I can say the same thing about you."
You opened your mouth to reply but the Bucky's exasperated voice interjected with a grunt. "You both can do this later. Now, come on before the sunsets and the light is gone." And harshly thrusted his phone in the direction of the door.
You chuckled. "Alright, let's go." Steve held your hand as you both walked outside the compound and into the evening sun. After, finding a place where the background was greenery instead of a concrete jungle. You perched on his Harley. Your hand snaked around his neck as his came down to rest on your butt while he stood in the middle of your legs and both came forward to kiss each other.
Bucky clicked the picture but Steve didn't let you go until the need for oxygen became dire. You smiled bashfully and wiped your mouth as you finally got off his bike and went to the very unimpressed Bucky.
He shoved your phone into your hands and ran away before he had to endure any of your pda any further.
You shrugged it off and looked at the photo. Thankfully, it was good and you gave Steve a thumbs up before posting it with a caption:
I corrupted the golden boy and I'm not sorry 😈
Steve also posted the same picture but his caption was more modest:
My love ❤
And. It. Blew. Up, again.
The haters and racist started whining again. Sane people supported you both and laughed at the haters, going as far as making memes. You were trending again, many famous people also came out of the woodworks and congratulated you both which made you roll your eyes.
You didn't care about the public thought of you. You wanted to troll the haters and you successfully accompanied that.
However, it didn't end there. As your devil incarnate friends decided to add fuel to the fire by posting pictures of you and Steve being all over each other with a complimentary middle finger emoji. And apparently, everybody had one.
Either you two were pervs Or your friends were nosey as fuck. Natasha and Bucky agreed with the former assumption.
Bucky posted you both kissing on a picnic.
Natasha of you sitting in Steve's lap.
Sam posted a photo of your head resting in his lap.
Heck, even Peter posted a photo where Steve was kissing your temple.
There were many more but you that was enough for the day as you switched off your phone and tossed it on the bed side table.
"I just wish, no pray that my parents don't see any of these pictures or I will be having an interesting phone call with them. The relatives are still blasting my phone but I ignored them as always." You rambled to Steve as he slid under the covers.
Steve let out a raspy chuckle and said. "I don't think they haven't seen it yet as we're all over the, well everything."
You groaned and pouted at Steve because he didn't need to always tell the truth but as soon as you locked eyes with him you melted in his oceanic blue gaze. He pulled you into his comforting arms and you happily obliged.
"Steve, now that the whole mess is kinda resolved. What's next?" You asked as you gazed into his sapphire blue eyes.
He hummed and gazed back at you. "What's next? Good question, but I don't think you want to hear the answer to that. Would ruin the fun. " He whispered and leaned down to kiss you before you could question him further.
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janesaridoll · 2 years
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Cravings
Pairing || woc!reader x chris evans.
Summary || pregnancy cravings, besed on this tiktok
Genera || short fluff
Warning || pregnancy
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“Chris please do this for your pregnant wife”you begged your husband for the hundredth time this afternoon to go to your next door neighbour who seems to have a barbecue out with their family, you wanted a taste of their food so badly.
You think you might throw up if you didn’t get a taste, this pregnancy has a heavy craving on you, you gained weight in a small amount of time, which doesn’t bother you. But its bothering your doctor.
“no babe I can’t it’s so weird to go there and ask for food” he said.
“Yeah but it’s different when you’re pregnant, your son wants this are you gonna refuse his first ever request in this life?”
He side eyed you “he can live with it, besides why don’t you go, It more reasonable for you to go”
“Sometimes I don’t like you” you said upset.
“If you want im gonna get a barbecue recipe from mom and i will make it for you tomorrow” he said trying give you reasons for not going there.
“Did you call your mom?” You asked
“No, but i will” he puts his laptop down and picked hus phone up.
you felt tears building up in your eyes, the smell were so good and you felt nauseous.
“I’m gonna go and ask them” you said standing up and continue “but If they told me no we would have to move out”.
“Sure sweetheart” he replied without even looking at you.
You sighed and went to the kitchen, you picked a plate and went to grab your jacket, you yelled at your husband before going out “wish me luck”
you reached you neighbour house, you took a deep breath and knocked on the door, you waited for seconds before a dark haired woman who looked like in her late thirties opened the door, she’s taller and has a pretty smile on her face, you can hear the loud noises of kids behind her.
You smiled shyly at her, cursing Chris in your head for putting you in this situation “I’m so sorry, I couldn’t help but smell your delicious food from my house” you pointed at your house “can you give some of what you’re cooking?” You pushed the plate in front of you, smiling at her feeling awkward and embarrassed.
“Sure!!, pregnancy cravings?” She took your plate from your hand and pushed the door wider for you to come, you thanked her and got inside, she called her daughter and gave her the plate to put some food in it, she even told her to put some from all of the things they are having.
“my craving this pregnancy is out of hand im sorry”
“Oh honey don’t apologise, I know how pregnancy cravings is!” she told you, emphasising “i know” to make her point.
You made a small talk with her till her daughter came back with the plate and a plastic bag with some drink in it, you thanked her again you told her you were gonna pay for her if she wants but she refused.
You went back to your home smiling like you made a victory, the food even looked as good as it smelled, you opened the door and your husband called for you.
“Did they gave you?”
“Yeah, it look so good, and i’m not giving you a thing”
“Not even a taste?” He asked kinda feeling bad right now.
“Not even a look, and don’t try and steal a pregnant woman food” you pointed at him and went to the dining table to eat.
You took a big bite from the food in front of you “mmm, god it so delicious” you enjoyed your food while making a sound of how good the food is to tease Chris.
Marlyn came from her playroom and stood beside you she opened her mouth to take a taste of the food and you fed some of it, she smiled “mommy! It’s good”
“Right baby?, it’s bad daddy can’t have a taste”
“I’ve other things I would like to taste better than food” he smirked at you. you know what he meant. You gave him a look and smirked in return “who knows maybe you can’t taste it either” you winked before going back to feed your daughter some of your food.
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Author's Note- My first Chris Evans imagine so don't beat me up if it's not up to the mark. Also it's a desi!reader and almost a RRR and Ram Charan simping post.
Thank you and Enjoy your reading!
Is Air Conditioner Working?
Chris Evans x Desi!Reader
Summary- With the Oscars ahead and approaching, (Y/N) decides to make her boyfriend sit and watch the most popular movie from India...
Tag List- @shit, @sweetwritingfanficfriend, @helloitsshitzulover, @ultrav0lence, @watercolorskyy, @ell0ra-br3kk3r, @girlnred, @hc-geralt-23, @minaxcarter, @shine101, @thatgirlthatreadswattpad, @candypurplebutterfly, @newt-scamander-is-hot-af
Warnings- Jealous!Chris Evans, (Y/N) simping on Ram Charan (just like me)
GIF Credits to @mackievanstan and @olvaheiner
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"So, in the lights of the recent times, I am going to update you upon a particular film which is nominated for Oscars," (Y/N) announced, clapping her hands as she faced her audience. Chris Evans and Dodger Evans.
While Dodger was bouncing with excitement, partially mimicking his excited mother, Chris sat with a goofy smile on his face. He looked these weekends where he could just spend time away from the glamor world and be with his family.
"And what would the name of this particular movie be, jaan?" Chris asked, grinning from ear-to-ear. "RRR. It's basically short for Rise, Roar and Revolt," came the carefree answer, as (Y/N) searched for the movie in Netflix.
"And what is it about?" Chris queried, receiving an overexaggerated sigh. "Why don't you see for yourself?" She said, starting the movie. Chris watched from the sofa's corner as she quickly grabbed her bucket of popcorn and sat down on the other end of the huge sofa, with Dodger almost on her lap.
Chris focused on the movie until a certain man entered the frame, earning a squeal from his girlfriend and soon-to-be wife. That made him turn to glance at (Y/N), and God! Was he jealous.
Chris observed the man closely. The man's skin resembled to the colour of tea (Y/N) makes. Chai, she refers to it as. Eyes deep and brown and expressive. Dark hair with perfect mustache.
And after the realization dawned upon Chris related to the guy's handsome face, he was jealous, extremely jealous. Glancing back again, he found that both the mother-son duo was staring at the screen with a twinkle in their eyes.
Chris filled his mouth with popcorns before grabbing his phone. His jealous made him search the guy on internet. It wasn't that difficult since they were quite famous right now.
Ram Charan.
Chris took in a deep breath and scrolled down, reading about the guy his girlfriend was having heart eyes for.
37 years old. Comes from a famous acting family based in Southern India. Is quite popular among the ladies. One of the highest-paid. Has a wife.
The last bit of the information made Chris smirk and he, once again, looked at his girlfriend who was... preoccupied. Just as their dog was. Chris turned to look at the screen and realized that it was that song.
The song nominated for Oscar's Best Original Song. It was groovy with catchy beats and dance steps quite too hard and incredibly fast. Both Ram and his companion were dressed to nines as they danced.
"I can dance better," Chris realized that he said his thoughts loudly after the words left his tongue. (Y/N) turned to look at him with a raised eyebrow before turning back with a roll of her beautiful eyes.
"How long is this movie?" He asked after an hour, making (Y/N) sign. "A few more minutes only," she replied, grabbing a cushion and placing it on her lap to fold her arms as she leaned in to support herself.
Chris had to admit that the movie was indeed good with both a great script and acting but it was proving hard for him to focus due to his constant glances at (Y/N) and Dodger's direction.
And then... when Chris had thought that Ram couldn't look more hot, the climax came which proved him entirely wrong.
Ram was dressed as Lord Rama, an extremely famous God's incarnation in Hinduism who had went to Lanka to rescue his wife Sita and kill Ravana.
Chris was himself mesmerized by the look and would definitely be swooned by him if he was not already jealous of him for capturing (Y/N)'s attention.
"Is the Air conditioner working?" Came the chirping voice of (Y/N) which made Chris turn. Eyes glued to the television, her hands wiped a few beats of sweat which were appearing on her forehead.
"It will fell better if you just stop simping over a married man," Chris snapped, his lips pulled in a pout as he stared at (Y/N)'s surprised face which soon morphed into a knowing smile.
"Are you jealous?" She asked, making Dodger bark in approval, making (Y/N) laugh while the father to the dog glared at him. "No, why would I be? I am definitely hotter than him," Chris huffed, returning to the movie.
When the credits song started, (Y/N) rubbed Dodger's head before moving to sit on Chris' lap, making him look away.
"You are jealous of a man I have never met before? Really Chris?" (Y/N) giggled while placing a kiss on his cheek. "Exactly, (Y/N). You have not met him and you are literally drooling over him."
"I am sorry, okay?" She said, kissing him just behind his ear, right at his soft spot. A shiver ran down his spine as Chris grabbed on to her waist. "Promise me you aren't going to drool over any man except for me."
His girlfriend only nodded with a smile, leaning in for a brief and loving kiss which was interrupted by Dodger. Chris and (Y/N) found the dog looking at them with titled head, as if asking 'Really? Here?'
"We are going for the Oscars next week, right?" She asked, hands circling around his neck. Chris nodded with a content look as (Y/N)'s face brightened up.
"I am going to meet Ram then!"
"NO!"
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sunshine-on-my-mind · 2 years
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Once upon a song
pairing: Colin Shea x Desi!Reader
a/n: Requested by @moonstruckbirdie !! Sorry for taking so long, I really hope you like it.
warnings: FLUFF, kisses, hugs.
words: 899
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You were making masala chai while one of your favourite Hindi songs played in the background. You were humming the tune, the kitchen was filled with a beautiful aroma.
You didn’t hear the sound of keys turning and your boyfriend coming in. Colin kept the pizza he brought on the table and looked at you, smiling to himself.
“Hey there, beautiful.” You gasped and turned around.
“What took you so long?”
“Got us Pizza, baby.”
You cheered hearing about Pizza.
“I making chai, you want some?”
“Oh yes please.”
Colin came behind you, and wrapped his hands around your waist, nuzzling your hair with his nose.
“Smells so good doesn’t it?” You asked him, referring to the aromatic chai.
“Oh yes, smells so good” Colin smiled against your hair, while you giggled softly at your boyfriend’s action.
“You sure you’re talking about the tea Colin?” He chuckled. Colin held you while you hummed the tune of the song playing.
“What song is this?”
“It’s called ‘Pehli Nazar Mein’, one of my favourites.”
“Yeah it’s really nice, love the tune.”
Suddenly an idea formed in your head. The tea would still take some time to be ready so why not utilise the time? You turned around.
Grabbing your boyfriend’s shoulders, “Let’s Dance” you told him. Colin loved the idea.
The two of you swayed with the music.
Pehli nazar mein
Kaisa jaadoo kar diya
Tera ban baitha hai
Mera jiya
You giggled when he twirled you. Colin brought his lips closer to yours and enveloped you in a soft kiss.
“What do the lyrics say?” Colin asked.
“It says that, at first sight you had cast a magic on me and my heart became yours.” You beamed at him, kissing the tip of his nose.
“Well you know some meaning gets lost in translation but it’s mainly about love at first sight. It’s about asking the lover to live in the moment and embrace each other in a way that they forget about the rest of the world.”
Colin pulled you closer and kissed you again, this time deeper and with more passion, but before you could get too lost in the kiss you pulled apart.
“Wait! Chai!”
Chai was ready and you poured it in two cups, giving one to Colin.
Evening flowed into night. You had Pizza while cuddling on the sofa, watching a movie.
When you were laying against Colin’s chest, his hand wrapped around your waist, his focus shifted from the movie, to you.
A beautiful smile adorned your face. Colin looked at you and realised he had never loved someone that much. Suddenly the tune of the song came to his mind.
Maybe what you had wasn’t exactly love at first sight, or maybe it was? Colin wasn’t sure, but he was sure that you did cast some magic on him when he saw you for the first time, when he talked to you for the first time. And every time he surely forgot about the rest of the world, when he was with you.
Colin smiled, giving you a kiss on the temple.
The next morning, Colin woke up early, pretty early for a Sunday. You were snuggled up against him. You looked so cute like this.
Carefully, without waking you up, he got up from the bed. Colin went to the living room to prepare for what he had suddenly planned.
Few hours later you woke up, a little disappointed to not find Colin beside you. You went to the living room to look for him, when you heard something.
“Colin?” You came out of the bedroom to find your boyfriend sitting on the sofa with his guitar.
“Morning baby, I’ve a little surprise for you. Well, I got very little time to prepare so it won’t be perfect.”
Colin started playing a tune on his guitar and you immediately recognised it. The room was suddenly filled with the music of “Pehli nazar mein”.
You placed your hand on your mouth while you looked at your boyfriend with awe and love in your eyes. Colin played the song with utmost care and love. Looking at you, with a loving smile on his face.
“Well I’ve learned only this much till now.” Colin informed while keeping his guitar aside. You didn’t wait any longer to wrap your musician boyfriend in a big hug, when you ran towards the sofa, towards him.
“It was so good baby, it was amazing.” Colin smiled and pecked your lips.
“Glad you liked it sweetheart.” He took your hands and kissed them.
“Baby, I hope you know how much I love you. You’re my world, you’re my home. I know I’m not great at expressing my love. I know I’m not that romantic, mostly just joking around or being silly but I hope you know I’m very serious about us, about you. I love you so much my beautiful girl.”
You could feel tears brimming your eyes.
“Oh Colin, you’re too sweet baby. I love you so much, so much. You make me feel so special. Thank you for this surprise it was so beautiful, and thank you for everything.” You started planting soft kisses all over his face and he chuckled. Colin wrapped his arm around you, holding you in a loving embrace.
Indeed the best way you could have started your Sunday.
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livesinfantasyland · 3 months
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The one where you meet Chris Evans and Henry Cavill
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More Mood Boards
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bluemusickid · 2 years
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CE character: my husband, Andy "Huge Weiner" Barber x PlusSize!Fem!Character
Warnings for the stuff undercut: sex, p in v, mutual masturbation, 18+ smut.
A/N: It's day 1 of ovulation and oh god am I feral. Bet my pussy is raw af after the intense rubbing its been getting.
Sometimes I wish I had a sex doll ;_;
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All I can think is how AMAZING it would be to get railed by Andy Barber. Imagine working for him and secretely dating him, but you can't stop thinking about him and his wonderful mouth, fingers, cock...
Finally when you can't control it, and you're sure you've soaked your panties, you walk to him; your feet wobbling with erotic anticipation. Knocking on his door, you open it to see him on his laptop, typing away intently as he absent-mindedly loosens his tie, a frown marring his otherwise perfect face.
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Your breath hitches. How can he turn you on with a simple gesture like that? Locking the door behind you, you turn to face him, as you see him chewing on his bottom lip, clearly engrossed with his paperwork to ignore you like that. You whimper as you make your way to him. You needed him STAT. There was a fire in your belly, a beast which only he could tame.
"Andy." You whisper, your voice breathy with lust.
He looks up, perplexed by your tone. He hadn't expected to see you here, especially since you had an upcoming case that you had been prepping for day and night.
"Hey sweetheart. Is everything ok?" He asks, pushing his chair back. You groan inwardly. Those thick thighs spread apart...UGHH. It made your mouth water, mind whirring with possibilities. You make your way to his desk silently, dropping to your knees, taking your place between his legs. His frown deepens, not really catching onto your actions.
"I need you. Here, now. Hard." You murmur, running your hands ever so slightly over his wonderful thighs. You place soft kisses on them over the fabric of his pants, the heat dissipating through them adding to your ever growing lust.
When you look up to gaze at him, you see his eyes darken, his hands moving to cover yours.
"The door-"
"-is locked."
He gazes at you for a beat, before undoing his belt and zipper. You go to take him out, but he stops you.
"No."
You frown, cocking your head at his denial. What was he upto?
"Show me. Show me how much you need me." He says, as he takes himself in hand, stroking his member with slow, deliberate strokes.
You gulp, sitting down on the floor as you open your legs for him to see your drenched panties. He sharply inhales, gruffly muttering, "Wider."
You pant, widening your legs as you circle your engorged nub through your underwear; the coarse lace adding to your already overheated state.
There are no words spoken; just the silence in the room broken by both of your laboured breathing. You can feel yourself nearing your climax, but you hold off. The only way you're gonna cum is on this gorgeous man's cock.
"Enough." He growls, as he gets off his chair, kneeling in front of you, his face a mere centimeter away from your core. You inhale sharply, as you feel him softly bite you through the thin scrap of material.
"Oh yeah, I can see her soaking for me, sweetheart. I'll give you what you want." He muttered as he roughly pulls off your panties, the cool air of the room hitting your overheated core.
He pulls your legs apart wider, to the point where they are completely pulled apart. He holds them in place with his knees, grinning wickedly as he sees the realisation dawn on your face. This man was going to ruin you-and he was gonna do it in the office, knowing that you couldn't make a noise. The bastard.
"I hope you can keep quiet sweetheart, because I know how much you like to scream my name." With that, he enters you in a swift move, relishing the feel of your warm, wet walls around him. After a few moments inside, he lets go. Setting a relentless pace, he practically pounds you into the floor; all the while pinning your arms to your side with your fingers intertwined and legs spread-eagled.
You jolt your head from side to side, unable to contain your whimpers. Your thighs were shaking from effort; you needed respite from his merciless pace, his relentless rhythm.
You silently beg, "please please please", praying for him to let you close your legs; but he wouldn't budge. He quickens his pace, bringing you closer to your peak; but then slows down and even stops, keeping you at the brink but not letting you fall into the ravine. You nearly screamed in frustration. Why was he doing this? Why was he prolonging the delicious torture?
He takes pity on you, perhaps, and lowers his tie into your mouth; effectively gagging you.
"As much as I love hearing those sweet sounds, I wouldn't want us to get in trouble."
With that, he resumes his punishing pace, keeping you pinned down. Tears stream down your face as the heat swirling in your belly makes its way to your core, your thighs beginning to shake again.
Leaning down, he kisses your tears away, muttering mid-pant, "take it. Take it all. I know you can, sweetheart. Feel me."
And you do. Because this is what you wanted. This is what you needed.
He takes his knees off your legs, holding them up to keep your hips in the air, the changed angle hitting all your sensitive spots. You're sure you'll not be able to walk after these gymnastics wreaking havoc on your body; both inside and outside.
You feel yourself hurtling towards completion, as is he; you hear him mutter through gritted teeth. A thrust has you seeing stars as you reach your peak, finally reaching completion and giving your screaming nerve endings their respite.
He follows you, his hot spend coating your walls as he shunts into you, making sure not even a drop is wasted. He collapses on you, careful not to squash you as he leaves soft kisses on your hair, his hands softly stroking your waist.
"Day after your period?" He drawls lazily, drawing patterns on your skin.
You turn your head to him, nodding and grinning.
He smiles lazily, "I'll go home and get the bath ready and order us a pizza."
You sigh happily, snuggling into him. This man knows you too well.
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Man oh man, this is the first thing i've published in a long time. Let's hope y'all like it as much as I did. 🥰
Yes day 2 of ovulation is pretty much the same lol.
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ranveer--singh · 1 year
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The nights are tasteless without you: part 11 ~ Ari Levinson Fic
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A/N - This is my first proper multiple chapter story which came to me while watching a Bollywood movie. It is set in Mumbai India where Ari is a professor at a university meets a person of colour - Marathi girl at the train station. There will be other Chris Evans characters as professors and Henry Cavill   characters as professors  
Warning: Please read this before reading the story. 18+, smut, sex… etc
Also this chapter is written and dedicated to @madbaddic7ed2pointoh
Two weeks have gone past since her two monthly anniversary date. Maddy and Ari facetime almost daily, in the morning and after work. They would even facetime while cooking, Ari teasing her by cooking shirtless with glasses on.
Arya, who was Maddy's childhood best friend, came over one evening for an impromptu girls' night with wine and Chinese takeaway and a few gifts for her bestie. Maddy was so happy to be spending time with her, maybe she would get some advice about her relationship. 
"Lets see what you've been texting him Mads," Arya said, grabbing Maddy's phone to see what has been going on. She couldn't stop giggling, the texts were so sweet on her part, Ari tried to take it further and Maddy pulled back. 
"What are you typing A," Maddy said feeling nervous, what if Arya said something that would throw Ari off and not want to date her any more. Arya giggled, looking at Maddy who was now frowning, wanting her phone back. 
Arya just sent Ari a text asking what he was up to with a wink emoji. Maddy blushed at the idea, wondering what he sent back. 
Hey babe, I'm just at home watching a documentary about where Chocolate came from. Miss you so so much. 
You know I am chocolate, brown on the outside and sweet inside 😉
Maddy's face became bright red seeing what Arya had typed back and sent it. She wanted to crawl into a bottomless pit then see Ari's face. Would Ari even look at her the same way? 
Arya smiled, she was only trying to help her best friend; she deserved the happiness. 
I'd love to taste it one day 😉
Ari sent the text making Maddy blush and moan, she wasn't ready but wanted to be. 
"Maddy, I bought you a gift," Arya said, putting her phone down and handing her the bag. 
"What, why A," she said, opening the bag to see a full lacy lingerie set, in black for her. "What is this A, I don't wear this kinda stuff," she says pushing it back inside.
"Maddy, you are in a relationship, and from what you told me he sounds lovely. Why not try to spice up the relationship with this set. At least for me try it on," Arya said looking at Maddy sigh, putting her hands through her hair. 
Maddy was shy and nervous about wearing the set, but Arya boosted her confidence with positive affirmation. She jumped out of her seat to go and put it on, gasped while looking at herself in the mirror and saw how well her curvy body looked in the set. 
Her boobs fit perfectly in the bra making her exude confidence. 
"Maddy, lemme see," Arya shouted waiting for her to walk down the stairs and flaunt  her set. "Daym gurl," Arya said whistling at her, telling Maddy to turn around
"Stop it," she said, blushing deep red. 
"Maddy girl, Ari is going to love this on you," Arya says, snapping pics of her. She grabbed Maddy's phone to snap a picture and send it to Ari. 
"Arya, what are you doing," Maddy said, finally getting hold of her phone to see the picture was already sent to Ari. Maddy tried to delete it, but it was too late. She could see he was online and had seen the picture.
She knew Arya meant no harm but now the picture was out there for Ari to see. Maddy sat on the sofa, looking at her hands talking to Arya trying to come up with an excuse to tell Ari. Both of them came up with a plan to tell Ari this picture was a prank between besties, it doesn't mean anything. 
30 minutes later the doorbell rang, Arya  went to open the door to see Ari from the picture Maddy showed her. He was standing outside, in blue jeans and a denim shirt with white trainers. 
"Hi, is Maddy around," Ari said, not sure who this person was. She had never talked about her best friend to him.
"Yes, but who are you,"  she said looking at him, Ari introduced himself to her, they both talking Arya letting Ari know she is Maddy's best friend since they where kids.
"Oh hi Ari," she shouted, letting Maddy know who was at the door. She looked down to see she was still in the set, there was no way she could run up and change so Maddy grabbed the pillows to cover herself.
10 minutes in, Ari wanted to see Maddy. The picture that he saw got him aroused. Arya told him where she was and took him to the lounge where Maddy was sitting, covered in pillows watching Friends on mute.
Arya coughed, getting Maddy's attention, she turned around to not only see her bestie but see Ari in her favorite outfit of his. Seeing Ari made Maddy blush a deep colour red and hide her face in her hands. Arya wanted to go hug her, this was something out of Maddy's comfort zone but Ari told her to give him few minutes with her.
Arya went to the kitchen, scrolling on tiktok while in an ear shot in case Maddy needed her. 
"Hey babe," Ari said softly from across the room. There was no answer, Maddy kept quiet and hoped Ari would go away.
"Sorry Ari, I would never have sent that," she said in muffle tones, her face hiding in the pillow. Ari's face softened, walking over and sitting next to Maddy. 
"Babe, Arya explained that she sent the picture. She told me the whole story, it's ok," Ari softly said, trying to move her hands off her face. "Look at me babe, you're my girlfriend no matter what. I love all versions of you babe," Ari said, seeing Maddy remove her hands from her face and look at him. She stared at him and couldn't help but blush. 
"Now that picture, you look gorgeous my beautiful marathi woman," Ari said and she kept blushing.
"Oh Ari," she said, feeling vulnerable and shy around him. Ari could see her squeeze the pillows tight around her body so he jumped off the sofa and stripped his clothes off, sitting on the sofa in his underwear. "What are you doing Ari," she said giggling at him. 
Arya could hear the giggles and knew Maddy was ok and left to go home. 
"What are you doing Ari," Ari copied Maddy's sentence. 
"Why are you in your underwear," she said, shaking her head. 
"Why are you in your underwear," Ari replied, laughing as Maddy got annoyed and pushed a pillow towards him.
"Stop it Ari," she said laughing at him.
"Stop it Ari," he copied once again making Maddy throw a pillow at him. Ari threw one back at her and they started a pillow fight, throwing pillows at one another. Maddy ducked a few times making Ari miss her, she managed to throw the pillow at his face a few times laughing at him groaning and throwing one back at her ass. 
Laughter filled the room, as they kept throwing pillows at one another, Maddy was slipping off the sofa, she grabbed Ari's arm and they both fell onto the floor giggling.
"Gosh I love you Maddy," Ari said, leaning down to kiss her lips with such passion. Maddy squeezed his arms as Ari again left another tantalizing kiss. She felt nervous, scared in fact but was ready for Ari to take her virginity. 
"We don’t have to do anything you're not comfortable with," Ari said, seeing Maddy look down. He grabbed her chin, pulling Maddy's head up to look at him. "Maddy, do you trust me," Ari asked, looking at her cheeks turn light red. Ari stroked her hair, watching her eyes flutter waiting for an answer. 
"I trust you Ari," she whispered, looking at him shyly. Maddy didn't know what to expect.
“We can start off with some more kissing and go from there. Is that okay with you?” He said tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.
“That sounds nice right now.” Maddy replied, pulling him into her, crashing her lips onto his. The kiss continued on before Ari moved down to her neck. He started sucking and kissing the sensitive area. The sensation Ari was giving Maddy was something she had never felt before. 
Maddy was ready to feel things her friends talked about at girls night. She smiled, looking at Ari, enjoying his beard and scraping her skin with every kiss. His lips started to move down her neck to her shoulders, showering Maddy with love and protection. 
"Ari," she said, her voice shaking. Ari's head shot up, looking at Maddy with such love. 
"Yes, is everything alright?" he replied, looking at Maddy's lips form a small smile . 
"Oh yes," she said, very much enjoying his lips on her. "It's just, my friends were talking about their man going down on them. I mean, no pressure or anything," Maddy said quickly, hiding her face in her hands. 
Ari found her to be so cute, slowly moving her hands off her face and gave her a wink. 
"We can do whatever Maddy is comfortable with," Ari said, kissing her lips softly once again, hearing Maddy sigh and in need of more. 
"I'm comfortable with you," Maddy said softly, looking at him and smiling down at her. Ari gave her a tantalizing kiss, enjoying the moans escaping her mouth. His lips moved to her neck, where Ari placed a delicate kiss on the part under her ear. 
Ari kept kissing, sucking the area seeing how much she was enjoying herself. He didn't want to rush it and take his time showering her with love. When Ari was satisfied, marking her neck, he looked up to see her smile. He brushed her hair away from her face, not able to stop kissing her lips with such passion. Ari simply couldn't get enough of her. 
He smiled, kissing her shoulders. He loved how soft her skin felt on his lips. Ari tugged his fingers under the strap of her bra and slipped it down. He kissed her strap marks and could see goosebumps forming. Ari moved to the left side, slipping the strap down and kissing the skin.
Ari felt Maddy stiffen under him, so he moved back to sit on his haunches and give her some space. Maddy looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes while biting her lower lip. She closed her eyes next and took a deep breath, and when she opened her eyes again, Ari could see lust shining in them. She surged up to kiss Ari and Ari swooped down to meet her halfway, but they mistimed it slightly and ended up butting heads. 
"Ow!" She said as she rubbed her forehead. "Shit I'm so sorry!" Ari said as he ducked down to comfort her, ignoring the throbbing in his own temple. But in the next moment, she giggled and kissed him again, making Ari forget all about the incident as his hands went back to her shoulders. His fingers idly toyed with the straps, while Maddy moaned into the kiss and unhooked the bra herself. 
Taken aback, Ari rushed to help her take it off, and once it was on the floor, she climbed into his lap and thrust her hands in his hair as she continued to kiss him. Her legs wound around his hips and Ari groaned when she parked her tush right on top of his erection. His hands roamed her ass and back, and he ventured boldly as he rounded her shoulders and cupped her breasts, one in each palm. 
Maddy gasped and broke away from the kiss, trying to hide her face in his shoulder. Ari nudged her neck to one side by nosing along one slope of it as he started kissing around her clavicle and approaching her nipple. When he finally took one in his mouth, she lurched in his lap, grinding on him hard. 
Ari went feral then, as he lunged forward and dropped her back on the floor. He braced her body from impact by bracketing his forearms at her back. He continued to explore her boobs as she squirmed in his hold. Ari started moving towards her navel and he looked up at her, seeking permission to take off her panties. 
Maddy sighed and blushed when he made eye contact, but didn't say anything. She ran a hand through his hair and ruffled it, causing Ari to turn his head and kiss her palm quickly. 
"Maddy"
"Hmm?"
"May I?"
"Mm hmm"
"That's not good enough neshama sheli, I'm gonna need you to use your words."
"What…what did you just call me?" She sat up on her elbows, her face flushed and her boobs heaving. To Ari she looked very beautiful when she was aroused and he was already longing to see this sight more often. Unable to help himself, he palmed one of her globes and rubbed the pad of his thumb over one pointed peak, making her gasp. 
"So responsive baby," he gulped. He could feel he was in trouble already. It was gonna be a long night. 
Her hand caught hold of his and she repeated her question, head cocked to one side. The action made all her hair spill over one shoulder and again Ari couldn't resist touching it. He snapped out of his daze though and responded to her, "It means my soul in Hebrew" 
"Mm." She held his palm up to her lips and kissed it. "And who taught you Billo Rani?"
Ari chuckled. "It was…uh..Jensen I think?" 
She said nothing and Ari asked again, bending forward and knocking his forehead with hers. "Billo, you're testing me here. Tell me if you want me to take off your panties or not?"
"Ari," her voice came out small, "what if it hurts?"
"I'll try to make it easy for you, my love," he kissed her again, "but only if you want me to."
"I do," she whispered and threw her arms around his neck. Ari laid her down again as he kissed her and took off her panties, while she squirmed her hips to help him take it off. 
Maddy planted her hands on Ari's chest and her palms flattened in his wiry chest hair. She made a mental note that she wanted to be the one to help him unbutton his shirt next time. She bit her lip as she blushed at herself for thinking about the next time while she was still having her first time. Just then, Ari nipped her ear, putting all thoughts in her head to an end and reducing her to a blissed out mess. 
Ari stopped what he was doing to give her a puzzled look. "Ahuvati, what are you thinking?" 
"What's with you and nicknames?" She giggled.
"Well this is a Hebrew word for my love or darling"
"What else can I expect from a Hebrew Professor?"
Ari shrugged and gave her a smile. She couldn't help herself at how cute he looked and leaned up to give him a cheek kiss. 
"You're so sweet Billo" he nuzzled her neck. 
"Ari" she whispered as she continued playing with his chest hair.
"Yes billo?"
"Um, I'm the only one fully naked right now," 
"And?"
"And didn't you strip down to keep me company?"
"Yes"
"But right now you're not doing it" she pouted. 
"Ohhh, so does my billo want me naked?"
She blushed and nodded. 
Ari booped her nose and stood up to take off his boxers.
She gasped and touched her mouth. "Arre baapre"
"What?" Ari blurted, puzzled. 
"That's….big," she pointed at his dick. 
"Ah, how you make it and my ego bigger Khaim Sheli," he said as he gave her a half smile and turned around to look for a condom in his pocket. 
She watched as he rolled one on his dick and gave it a few tugs. When he walked over to her, she squirmed and squeezed her legs shut in fear, making Ari chuckle. 
"Hey hey babygirl, what's the matter, hmm?"
"Ari I don't know how that's not gonna hurt," she whined. 
"Relax baby, here, let me make you feel good," he whispered as he started kissing down her body again. He reached her mound and caressed her thighs gently. 
"I'm gonna prep you and help you relax baby girl, did you think I was just gonna push it in, hmm my Billo?"
"Y-yeah? Isn't that what men do?"
"Annnndd what was it that you wanted to try? Which your girlfriends talked about?" 
"Going down?"
"Yes," he kissed her mound gently and slowly parted her thighs. Then he kissed her inner thighs, deliberately rubbing his beard along them which made her shiver. 
"Ari," she let out a breathy whimper. 
"Yes Billo?"
"Feels good,"
"Mm hmm. Now you can make yourself feel good too" he said as he continued teasing her by kissing and licking all over her inner thighs. 
"Ahhh Ari, it throbs"
"Where baby?"
"Down there"
"Where?"
"My-my pussy"
"Mm that's right baby. Does she need me?"
"Yes," she gasped as she parted her legs more and bucked her hips up towards Ari's mouth. Ari chuckled and nuzzled her cunt. He loved the scent and his mouth watered, eager to get a taste. 
"Touch yourself, love. Touch your boobs, your body, wherever it feels good," he said, his voice going gruff due to his arousal. He was fully hard now against his thigh. 
Maddy obeyed and started letting out the cutest whimpers. Unable to wait anymore, Ari buried his face into her pussy and started eating her out. She tasted amazing, a little bit salty but once she got wetter Ari couldn't get enough. He very cautiously wiggled one finger into her opening, which led to Maddy's body jolting off the floor with surprise at the sudden intrusion. Ari looked up and saw that she was groping her own breasts as he instructed, but right then, she was looking at him with her mouth open in shock and she had snapped her legs shut and caged his body in between them. 
"Metuka," he didn't break eye contact with her as he turned his head and kissed her inner thigh. "It'll help if you relax, yeah?" His other palm stroked her waist and crept up to stroke her belly. He moved his finger inside her, stroking her walls which were squeezing him very tightly. He touched the roof of her channel and she instantly gasped and her eyes rolled back in her head. She dropped her neck back down and resumed touching her breasts. 
He felt her getting wetter and more lax so he slid one more finger in. Her hand grasped his which was resting on her belly and she tried to turn his palm up to twine her fingers with them. Ari's heart lurched at how adorable she was being. He did as she wanted and stroked her inner walls more with his other hand, scissoring and searching for her g-spot. 
When he found it, she gasped his name and Ari started sucking her clit at the same time. He licked around her opening and found that she really liked being stroked along her side walls, as she was the most responsive when she did that. Ari was painfully hard at this point and wanted to stroke himself very badly, but seeing as his hands were occupied, he ground his hips into the floor instead. 
Ari realized he couldn't wait any longer or else he would cum. He sped up his fingers and mouth, causing Maddy's gasps and moans to come closer and faster. She started breathing hard and clenching around his fingers. She even clutched his hand tighter and her hips started to quiver. Ari licked her harder and shook his head a little, rubbing his beard against her inner thighs and causing her to get even more worked up. He let go of her hand and clutched her boob, teasing her nipple with his thumb. 
Suddenly Maddy lifted off the floor again and shouted his name. He felt a small trickle against his hand working in her pussy and realised she just came. She dropped back down slowly, breathing hard, her skin flushed and shining with sweat. She gave Ari a tired smile and he returned it. 
"Good, huh?"
"Yes."
Ari kneeled above her. She made grabby hands for him and he leaned his face close to her. 
"Wanna kiss you. Come here" she mumbled and wrapped her hands around his neck. Ari complied after licking his lips as he wasn't ready to let go of her taste just yet. He moaned into their kiss as his dick rubbed against her wet pussy, and she clamped her thighs on his hips. 
"Metuka, I need to have you now. Please let me in?" He begged her with his eyes. 
She bit her lip and nodded, turning her head to one side. 
"Hey," he said as he made her face him again. 
"Do you trust me?"
She nodded again. 
"Well then, I'm gonna try to make it good for you, yeah?" He said as he rubbed the head of his penis against her clit. She gasped again and bit her lip. 
"Do you want this, metuka?"
"Yeah, feels good," she whispered. 
"Then just close your eyes and feel it," he said as he kissed her forehead. He dropped one hand down to place himself at her entrance and slowly pushed in. 
Her chest heaved and her back lifted as he tried to push his spongy head inside. Once he popped in, he had to pause and breathe because she was squeezing him too hard. He held her waist in his hands to stop her from squirming too much and pushed in with some effort as he was met with some resistance. 
He rubbed her clit to give her sparks of pleasure as he pushed past the barrier. She gasped loudly and Ari winced, knowing what it was. 
He had just popped her cherry. 
"Ohhh metuka, fuck baby, you're so tight," he dropped his forehead in her neck and kissed her salty skin. "Does it hurt?
"Yeah, it hurts a little bit," she said as she sounded strained. 
"I'm sorry ahuvati, just a little more, yeah?"
"Mm hmm," she said, her eyes blown wide. "You're big."
Ari gave her a half smile and kissed her lightly. "All the better to please you," he winked and thrust deep inside her. 
As he went deeper his own eyes rolled back in his head as she felt amazing deep inside. Tight, warm and wet. Squeezing and pulsing around him. The way he was throbbing he knew he wasn't gonna last long. 
"Baby," he panted as he drew back and thrust forward, "I'm sorry I'm not gonna last long. You feel terrific around me, fuck." 
"I'm, oh, Ari,"
"Does it feel good?"
"Yeah,"
"Touch your clit baby, show me how you like it," he said as he kept thrusting shallowly. 
"Ari, I'm….fuck. I fantasized about this once," she bit her lip and closed her eyes. 
Ari perked up at that. "What did you say?"
"I…I touched myself while thinking of you,"
Ari throbbed harder and went deeper when she confessed that in her sweet breathy voice. 
"When was this?"
Her hand was working on her clit now and she was lost to pleasure. Apparently his shy girl only spoke the truth when she was turned on, "oh, oh….it was after I met you for the first time," 
"Metuka you naughty girl, you wanted me all along hmm?"
"Mm hmm"
"You little vixen. Then why did you need your friend to send me a picture of you in lingerie?"
"I'm shy, okay?"
"Not so shy now are we?"
"Mmm no. Feels so good."
"Yeah? Fuck you're right, if I fucked you without a condom, I won't even make it for 2 minutes. Fuck, you'll kill me that day."
"Ari I'm close, can I cum?"
"Asking for my permission like a good girl yeah? Go on, do it," Ari panted as he felt himself getting close too. 
She gripped his hair with one hand tight as she moaned and squirted around him hard. The feeling of her walls pulsing tighter and tighter caused Ari to curse loudly and cum deep inside her. 
Ari panted in her neck, coming down from his high. Maddy whimpered when he pulled out and immediately curled in on herself. She didn't make a sound, just kept hiccuping and shivering. 
Ari frowned. He was worried. Why wasn't she talking to him? Was she hurt? Oh shit, was she bleeding? She was a virgin after all, of course the first time must've been painful. And he had definitely felt her tissue tear. 
Shit. 
He shook her arm. "Maddy? Billo? Talk to me. Are you okay?"
"Mmmmm." She raised one hand weakly but dropped it again. 
"Billo, why are you shivering? What happened?"
"Mmm Ari, I'm exhausted." She moaned. 
"Are you cold?"
"No."
"Then why are you shaking?"
"Dunno"
Ari realized that she wasn't shaking because of the cold but from the aftershocks of her orgasm. He looked down at her folded thighs. He could see her cum trickling out of her pussy and slightly tinged in red. Shit. Quickly he got up and fetched a towel from the bathroom which he had run under the sink tap to wet it. 
He gingerly turned Maddy over. "Sorry sorry babe, I'm just cleaning you up" he pacified her as she whined like a baby. Ari grinned to himself, looked like she had gone into a floaty post sex headspace. 
In other words, Ari had fucked her stupid. He did that to her. He felt proud. 
"I'm gonna clean you here, okay? I'm sorry if it stings" Ari winced and took a deep breath as he gently wiped her cunt. 
Maddy moaned and thrashed against him, but she was as weak as a newborn kitten. Ari made quick work of that and got up to leave again. 
"Noooo" she wailed. "Don't goooo. I'm cold." 
"Just a minute metuka, I'll be right back," he said as he scampered away. He dumped the towel in her bathroom and threw his condom in the dustbin. He pulled on his boxers and went to pick Maddy up. 
She moaned again. "Shhh I'm taking you to bed love," he said as he carried her to her bedroom. Suddenly he felt guilty. "Sorry love, you deserved to have your first time on a bed. I'm so sorry," 
Maddy wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a weak smile. "That's okay Ari…at least it was with you. I'm glad." 
Ari fell more in love with her after hearing her sweet words. He placed her on the bed and draped her cozy blanket over her. 
"Cuddle Ari," she said as she raised her arms for him, beckoning him. Ari smiled and held her in his arms as he slipped under the cover. 
"Comfy?"
"Yeah," she said as she nuzzled her head in the space between his neck and chest. 
"Ari. Don't leave tomorrow morning, please?" She yawned as she hugged him closer. 
Ari wrapped his arms around her and rubbed circles on her back. "No metuka. I'll be right here. Promise." He said as he drifted off with a smile.
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Chris Evans Characters Masterlist
hello, I'm fudge and this is my Chris Evans Masterlist, anything and everything (mostly Steve, Andy and Ari) Chris Evans Characters is here. please make sure to read all the warnings before reading each piece. your media consumption is your responsibility. please note minors dni with smut or dark themed content.
Main Masterlist // AO3
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Contains Smut **
One Shots
Steve Rogers
I Know Exactly Where This Leads [Submission for barnesafterglow 's all’s well writing challenge] **
Hide Your Lies (SoftDark!Mafia!Stucky AU)[submission for boxofbonesfic 's #Beastyoumadeofme22] **
Post Its and Doodles [frostironfudge's funfair - mini movie theatre]
I Cannot Bring Myself To Let You Go (Pre-Serum!Steve Rogers) [frostironfudge's funfair - house of song - Can't Remember to Forget You - Shakira ft. Rihanna]
Press Four For Poppet **
Keep My Secret - Stucky x Reader (Dark Fic)
I Need You To Listen **
Hide From Me **
Multi-Part Fics:
Stencils, Bouquets & Icing
An AU where Bucky is a tattoo artist and Steve is a florist, both find love much closer than they anticipated. Steve in Bucky's tattoo artist apprentice nicknamed Petal and Bucky in the baker opposite to his shop nicknamed Cupcake.
Pairing: Steve x Fem!Reader
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Andy Barber
Pretty Princess **
Marked With My Initial - (Incubus Andy Barber) **
You Bring Light Into My Life - (Andy x Desi!Fem Reader)
Ari Levinson
Over and Over **
You Said I Was Your Favourite **
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foodieforthoughts · 3 years
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Once in a Lifetime
Summary: Meeting Chris at a premier for the first time.
Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader
A/N: "Ajab si" song has been stuck in my head for a couple of days. I had to pen it down. But this drabble can be read independently, without any relation to the song. Also, I high-key think I'll be having the same reaction as Shahrukh in the movie Om Shanti Om if I ever meet Chris in real life. 🥺
Title: Once in a Lifetime
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Aayi aisi raat hai jo, Bohat khush-naseeb hai
This night is very lucky
As soon as you noticed the black limo coming to a halt at the other end of the red carpet, your heart started thumping in your chest. You adjusted the straps of your dress, holding the pen and poster of his recent movie character, amongst all the other fans lined up behind the barricade. The music was loud and the screams were deafening, yet your heartbeat echoed loud and clear in your ears. When he stepped out of the car, dressed in a form fitting suit, looking dapper with a huge smile on his face; you were certain you would faint.
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Chaahe jisse door se duniya, Vo mere kareeb hai
The one whom the whole world desires is close to me
"Chris!" The girls behind you called out, repeatedly screaming his name while shoving their bodies against you.
While they shouted his name, you had lost your voice completely, staring at his figure dumbfounded. The excitement of meeting him for the first time had turned into a full blown anxiety attack. Your hands had turned cold and you were pretty sure your legs were shaking.
"Hello guys." Chris had walked up the barricade, greeting everyone while pulling the cap off of his marker pen. He was a few paces away, answering questions by the fans along with signing anything that caught his attention.
As he came closer, enough for you to notice the freckles on his cheeks and the vein on the side of his neck, you were nearly in tears. If Chris looked handsome on screen, up close he looked surreal like he was one of God's best creations.
With trembling hands you had reached out to him with your poster, feeling the stinging tears welling up in your eyes.
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Kitna kuch kehna hai, Fir bhi hai dil mein sawaal kahi
I have so much to say and yet I have so many questions
"Hi, hi, hi" He greeted everybody as he signed along.
You took a deep breath to calm your nerves, smelling his distinct cologne as it overwhelmed your senses with it's spicy undertone. But your world near about exploded when he grabbed your poster and smiled at you.
Those mere seconds when he was signing his autograph, felt like a lifetime as time moved slowly for you. You noted how his hand glided along the paper and how he concentrated to put only so much pressure to write but not tear it. His fingers had clasped the other end of the poster, so delicately and yet so firm like holding a baby. The way his head titled to the side when he wrote had always looked adorable on tv; to be seeing it in person was like a dream come true.
"Thank you." You squeaked, unsure whether he even heard it.
"No, no. Thank you." He nodded, moving on to the next person and making his way down the aisle, clicking pictures along the way too. His simple acknowledgement had sent you sky-rocketing to the heavens; your life goal was now complete.
But your magical reality was ruined when you groaned as the girls behind you rushed to push forward. You felt the air leave your lungs as you were being crushed against the metal bars. You tried to maintain your stance but it was becoming increasingly difficult, leaving you gasping for air.
"Hey, hey!" Chris rushed back towards you, calling his men to help him.
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Sapnon mein jo roz kaha hai, wo phir se kahun Ya nahi
Should I voice what I’ve so often repeated in my dreams?
You were hyper aware of his face being mere inches away from yours. His hand rested on your back while his men kept the other fans behind and pulled you out to the side. Once in the open, you coughed, catching your breath while bending with your hands resting on your knees.
"You okay?"
Your head snapped up when you heard Chris's voice. He looked concerned, the crease between his brows deepening with each passing second. At the proximity of your bodies without the metal barricade separating you both, you could notice the glimmer of blue mixing with green in his eyes and the way he towered over you.
You were rendered speechless at the way your night had turned out to be. Every word, every syllable that you had ever learnt had completely vanished from your vocabulary. When you opened your mouth, nothing but air came out.
Chris chuckled before gently placing his hand on your arm. "I have to rush but they'll help you if you need anything, alright?" He smiled at you before sauntering towards the media personnel standing near the barricades.
When you could gather your wits, you couldn't help but grin from ear to ear. You felt your heart flutter, watching him in the distance as he animately spoke to the interviewer. In that same starstruck daze, you noticed your signed poster was missing, probably slipping put of your grasp when you were trying to save yourself from getting crushed.
One would think you would be upset about it, but you were anything but. With a faint tingle on your arm where he had touched you, you turned on your heels and made your way out of the venue with a memory that would be forever imprinted in your mind.
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sstan-hoe · 2 years
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𝐵𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐾𝑖𝑛𝑘 — 𝐴𝑛𝑑𝑦 𝐵𝑎𝑟𝑏𝑒𝑟
𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 — Andy Barber x Fem!reader
𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 — SMUT, breeding kink, unprotected sex, kinda mama kink if that exists, slight praise kink
𝑊𝑜𝑟𝑑 — two days Andy gosh, so until we finally reach someone again that I've never written for before its gonna be a few days. reblog and comment! *not my gif. this is an au were Jacob died and lauri lived
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Something you always wanted was a little family of your own. It always seemed unreachable until you met Andy Barber.
With Andy it appeared as if your dream could become reality at least you thought this, but after dating for a year Andy told you about his past. His son died one year before you met killed by his own mother who was in a psychiatry under special treatment by now.
Feeling bad for him you comforted him in any way you could. With all the information you gathered, you decided to push your dream further away so you wouldn’t put him under pressure.
Now after another three years you moved in with Andy and were engaged. Andy was happy to have you, you helped him through a hard time in his life.
However he never before thought about having another child let alone get married, but here he was engaged. All over in Andy’s eyes having a child was a bigger step then marriage.
As you laid on Andy’s chest in your shared bed while the rain lightly hammered against the glass of the window. The roofs of the cars danced with spray and clear you could hear the murmuring of the rain through the window.
Your head laid comfortably on Andy’s naked chest as his arms closed around your middle. You were dressed in one of his flannels.
“Andy?” You whispered while you fingertip danced on his chest. “Yes sweetheart?”
You paused for a moment. “Have-have you ever thought about having another kid? Like with me?” Too shy to meet his eyes you stared out the window watching the rain.
Andy’s eyes slightly widened. If he was to be honest, he did think about it once or twice. Having a child with you meant everything to Andy, he may wasn’t completely over Jacob – and never fully could – but he knew that he had to move on and maybe that little child could be his second chance in life with you.
“No wait let me uh re-phrase that; do you think you want kids again?” You stopped him before he could say something, being to afraid he would say ‘no’.
“I did… I don’t know if I’m ready yet, but we could maybe try and when it happens it happens.” Andy said slowly, he wasn’t sure how to answer you however one thing had to be brought over: He wanted a child with you.
“You want a baby with me?” It was the first time you looked up him only to see Andy already gazing at you. This was all you ever dreamed about, having a family.
“Yeah sweetheart, I want a baby with you.” He whispered against your soft lips before he slide his lips over yours. Your eyes flattered close whilst Andy sealed his promise with a loving kiss.
His hand rested on your hip as he pulled you on top of him. “Gonna make you a mama.” Andy breathed out breaking the kiss catching for air.
“Andy,” you let out with a shaking voice, shivers running down your spine by his choice of words.
Your hips start rocking over the bulge in his pants trying to create some fraction between your legs.
“I’m gonna give you what you need mama, gonna breed you with our baby.” He told you.
His hands fell to your thighs. You lifted your hips, allowing him to snap your red lace panties and throw them near the bathroom door. Trying to assist him you began unbuttoning Andy’s flannel. Andy being too impatient ripped the flannel open causing the buttons to flow around the bedroom.
Andy enjoyed the sight in front of him, you naked on top of him being greedy for his cock. Your hands moved down to his boxers freeing his cock. You lifted yourself on his penis slowly sinking down on him leading to a moan leave your lips.
“Gonna let me fuck a baby into you, sweetheart? Make you a mama?” He asked you and bucked his hips up into you.
You desperatly nodded your head as your eyes closed in pleasure. “God yes!” Andy’s hands came back up to your hips gently massaging the flesh before he had locked you underneath him. A gasp in surprise left your mouth. Starting with harder, deeper strokes he worked you up.
Andy felt you clenching your spongy walls around him. “Want your baby, Andy.” You bit out sporting him on to go faster. His fingers moved to your clit rubbing it.
“Fuck, you’re close? Can feel the way that tight little pussy is squeezin’ my cock.” Andy growled against the shell of your ear. “You’re gonna cum, and then I will fill you up with my seed. Make you all full an’ round with my baby.”
Like an elastic band in your belly stretches until it can’t do anything but snap your orgasm hits you in uncontrollably waves of pleasure. “Look so pretty when you cum mama.” Andy told you with heart eyes.
“Come in me my love, fill me up with your baby.” You said as you caressed his warm cheek, oh how much you loved him. Andy didn’t hesitate to paint your walls with his white seed.
Andy collapsed on top of you slowly turning to the side.
“I definitely made ya pregnant.” Andy said proud with a grin on his face.
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athenaeum-simps · 3 years
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janesaridoll · 2 years
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Heyyyy I was wondering if you were doing requests but if so can I request to the “To love au” that the reader is having a lot of Braxton hicks and the reader’s kids witnessed some of them and they get very scared and get very protected of the reader. Marcus is a mama’s boy so he the main one scared and protective of the reader thinking she’s gonna give birth. Just basically all her kids worrying about her.
Chocolate cake
Pairing || Chris evans x woc!reader
Summary || Braxton hicks and panicked kids
Genera || pure fluff,
Warning || pregnancy, braxton hicks, mention of giving birth. Anxiety minors don’t interact please
Note || English is not my first language, sorry for any mistake. And thank you for requesting hope you like it! 🤍
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Layla Grace Evans
After giving birth to your sixth baby, Alicia, you and Chris decided that six is enough for you both, at the time. your oldest was twelve while your youngest twin girls were six. It’s was getting hard to raise six kids while having a full time jobs that required your full attention. So, the plan was to get really careful during sex, always using protection.
Finding out you were pregnant. Again, four years later was a shock for you both, you were careful but one drunken night after an award show has you two jumping on each other like rabbits without thinking of the consequences.
And here you are three weeks before delivering your baby girl. Layla Grace Evans, the last one of your children, you and Chris has made sure of it. He got a vasectomy two weeks after finding out your were pregnant.
Right now you and your kids were watching a kids movie while Chris were filming a puppies interview, he’s been excited for this interview for weeks and finally he got to film it. You can’t wait to watch the interview with your kids.
since you are nearing you due date braxton hicks contraction are unstoppable. But today they were harder than the days before. Your gynaecologist warned you that you may give birth earlier than what you expected. Nothing to worry about and nothing you didn’t do before.
You remember you had to deliver the twins a month early. So, you weren’t scared but the fact the Chris isn’t here with you is scaring the shit out of you.
You took a deep breath and decided to brush it of. If you didn’t think about it then it didn’t happen right?
“Guys who wants to make a chocolate cake with me?” If there’s anything you kids love more than you it’s chocolate cake. You have the perfect recipe for it.
“Me” the twins replied in sync, they always loved to help with cooking. They love spending time with you, you always made sure that with each kid you share a special thing to bond with them. Weather it’s cooking or shopping or playing with the doll house, or even just a coffee time and talking about random stuff. You have to have those special moments with them.
“I want to help please” Marlyn your oldest daughter said smiling, although her and her dad always gets on each other’s last nerve she’s so much like him. She got his smile and his adorable laugh that you fall in love with.
“Okay let’s go” as soon as you get up from the couch you felt another contraction but fortunately it wasn’t as hard or alarming as the real contraction you know.
“Marcus baby keep an eye on Alicia please” you asked your son who already has his sister laying on his lap watching the tv “don’t worry” he just came home minutes ago from taking his girlfriend back to her parents house and he’s already on his phone texting her, bella were the sweetest girl you have ever met and you’re glad they found each other.
In your way to the kitchen you passed beside the couch your son Lucas were sitting on, you took his phone and place it away from his eyes “do you wanna lose your eye sight baby?”
“No” he replied annoyingly, you don’t remember a thirteen year old being this moody but thankfully he wasn’t the hard to handle. Fortunately, non of your kids are hard to handle. Of course there’s times were you had to ground them and yell at them but it rarely happened. You and Chris are always communicating with your kids and that’s helped a lot in your way of parenting.
You went to kitchen and took out the ingredients. You let your daughters mix everything while you gave them the right measurements. You bent down to open the oven, and then you felt it again, another contraction, you yelped holding under you belly
“Mom you’re okay?” Marlyn worriedly asked you. “Yeah im good”
She turned around and mixed everything together and she let her sisters mix with her, she was filming a tik tok of the cake but fortunately she didn’t film you with.
Although you shared you pregnancy with the media and you’re not afraid of showing yourself in any stages, you just weren’t in the mood to be filmed right now.
While Marlyn and Makayla did mixed everything up. You and Yara did the chocolate sauce that you’re gonna put on top of it.
Minutes later, Marcus came to the kitchen wanting a water he saw your distress and the discomfort on your face
“Mom are you alright?” your baby boy can tell whenever you feel hurt or sad
You wanted to reply but another contraction hit you like a knife and right now it’s in your back. You yelped again and immediately he came beside you and held your hands.
“Im okay honey, just want to lie down” he took you to relax on the couch. You ran your hands over your belly and opened your eyes to see all of your kids are looking at you.
“Mom we need to take you to the hospital” Marlyn sat beside you and held your hand worried about you.
“No, no. No need for me to go the hospital it’s just a contraction” you tried to calm them down.
“Yeah, a sign you’re giving birth” Marcus told you, if anything he look so much like his dad when he talks annoyingly or angry
“Those are braxton hicks, they are just preparing my body for labour, no need to worr-rryy” another one hits you harder “son of bitch” you cursed feeling the pain shots up in your lower back, your kids panicked faces are not making it easy for you
Marcus stood up and took your hands “let’s go mom im taking you to the hospital”
“It’s not my first rodeo honey, i’ll be fine” you tried to make him sit back beside you, still holding his hand.
After an hour or so, your son still sat beside your worried as hell about you, he kept his eyes on you no matter what.
You gave him a cake and he refused to eat still worried about you “baby, i’m fine”
“No mom you’re not, you’re squeezing the hell out of my hands” he started to get distress as well and you hated it, you sighed.
“I had six fuckin kids, if it’s a real contraction I would know” you said to them
“Mom aren’t you the one who said every pregnancy is different?” You nodded “then why you’re trying to compare six pregnancies together??” Marlyn made a good point but still you’re a stubborn.
“I’ll call dad” Lucas told you while he picked his phone to call Chris “no your dad is busy don’t bother him”
“Okay then let me take you to the hospital or call grandma” Marcus masculine voice interpreted your thoughts
“Don’t call my mama she will freak out” since it’s your last pregnancy and the hardest of them all your mom has been worried about you she visit once a week, if Marcus called her she’ll fucking cut off Chris’s balls for making you pregnant and leave you alone with six kids.
before you were able to say anything, Alicia interpreted you “i called daddy, he’s coming” she gave you back your phone and went to her spot on the couch and before pressing play on the movie she said “now please let me watch my movie”
“wow that’s quick” you said, looking at Alicia not being bothered by anything happened around her.
You know once Chris is here he’s going to calm them down since literally this isn’t your first time; Chris can tell it’s a braxton hickes from miles.
“I want to be like here when i grow up” Marlyn said while admiringly looked at Alicia not caring about the situation.
“But- never mind” Lucas said returning back to his phone.
As soon as the movie played, your kids attention went back to the movie except Marcus who still held your hands.
Twenty minutes later, Chris came from his interview and after his kids greeted him he came to you
“What’s wrong love” he kissed you on your soft lips as always, “you smell like dogs” you jokingly told him before continuing “nothing, your kids just dramatic”
“She’s having a lot of pain and her contraction are hurting” Marcus told his dad.
“Okay, do you want to check with the doctor?” He gave you a sweet smile and a secret wink that you often use to get out of situations.
“Well, I don’t know” you tried to play along with him.
“Let’s go, love. Let’s make sure you’re okay”he stood up and took your hands.
“Marlyn and Marcus please take care of your siblings” you told your oldest.
Minutes later you’re in mcdonalds parking lot eating their famous ice cream and mcnuggets while taking about everything happened this day, you loved your quality time together
“I just love us”
“I love us too, we are the best” you two did your secret hand shake and shared a kiss before continuing watching a random youtube video while eating.
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sebsbrokentoe · 3 years
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Late nights
A/N: this came about cause i was thirsting over Andy as usual, I’m nervous about this again cause I’m not used to writing smut, so bear with me. Anyways I hope you like it and dont forget to like and reblog and leave some feedback. 
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warnings: 18+, mentions of sex toys, dry humping, daddy kink, oral (m receiving), spit kink, lots of teasing, cockwarming, Andy Barber is a warning. (lmk if I missed anything)
word count: 1438
MINORS DNI
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You were going to bed alone again for the third time this week. The reason why was because Andy was working another late night, this time you were upset because he was working at home. It was easier to understand when he was at the office, but when he’s a few feet away from you, well you didn’t understand that. You didn’t want to be annoying or clingy when he was working, but you couldn’t help but miss him.
Every day he’s been working up earlier than you and leaving before you could open your eyes properly. He never leaves without pecking you on the forehead and a whisper of ‘i love you’, while you mumble a response that makes him smile at your sleepy state. You understand he has to work, but you were feeling extra needy this week. You knew your period was coming soon, that’s when you’re extra horny and a vibrator wasn’t going to cut it when you had Andy. 
He knew about your toys you had before you both were together, and he never had a problem with you using it when he wasn’t around, actually he sometimes uses it on you. The first time he suggested it, you felt it to your core, and you nodded your head, probably too enthusiastically. It was euphoric, to say the least, you both enjoyed it so it became an occurrence in the bedroom. 
You made your way to his office, seeing him massaging his temples looking over the papers on his desk. That was a sign that he was overworking himself, if you didn’t come in to check up on him, you knew he would’ve fallen asleep, which wasn’t the first time. 
You knocked on the door, to not scare him and you saw his stressed-out face, with his brows furrowed from reading all those files. You gave him a small smile as you approached him, seeing him slightly relax from the sight of you. 
You went to lean back on the table, but he pulled you on his lap after he complained that you were too far away. You wiggled around, making yourself comfortable as his arms moved around your waist to bring you closer to rest your head in the crook of his neck. You linked your arms around his waist as well, trying to give him some kind of comfort. 
“You should come to bed, you’re overworking yourself again” You heard him mumble some response, but he seemed distracted when he slid his hands under his your t-shirt, moving under your shorts to caress your ass cheeks. Of course, you couldn’t keep the small whimper from coming out at the feeling of ringed hands over your ass. 
“You already wet for me, honey? I haven’t done anything yet and you’re probably dripping already” You couldn’t hold in another whimper, while your hips had a mind of their own, as you started moving over his crotch feeling his cock harden in his pants. He moved his hands to help the movements of your hips, adding friction to your covered clit. Your eyes were shut close from the movements hitting your clit every time, bringing you closer to your orgasm. 
“You already close honey? All you had to do was work yourself on daddy huh. Here’s what you’re gonna do, you’re gonna cum and then you’re gonna keep me warm until I’m done with work. Go on honey, cum for me” You started to move faster, thanks to Andy’s praises. 
Your mouth was wide open, no sound coming out from the force of your orgasm. 
“Such a good girl honey” You leaned forward to rest your head on his chest, slightly worn out but loving the close comfort between the two of you. Andy chuckled a bit at your appearance, all fucked out before he did any work. He looked at the clock on the wall, seeing that he still had time to finish some work before his day off tomorrow, that he didn’t tell you about. He planned on waking you up with an orgasm, and several more following throughout the day. But he thought to start his activities tonight as a treat. 
“Are you okay baby, I’m gonna need you to lift for a sec” He was quiet in his words, not wanting to push you too much tonight. You looked at him before moving with a puzzled look on your face, not understanding what he wanted right now. 
“You’re gonna keep my cock warm while I work, got it honey” He grinned at you after he stressed the word honey, knowing how much that would affect you. You couldn’t move any faster, smiling innocently at him, while he unbuckled his belt to pull his cock through his briefs, not even pulling down his pants. 
Before you moved to straddle his lap, you got down on your knees to tease him a bit, preoccupied in your thoughts to think about what punishment you could get after. 
You looked him in the eye, knowing how much he loved eye contact, lightly gripping the base of his cock to lick the long vein up till the tip, where you sucked on the tip just a bit to get a reaction out of him, seeing that his hands were almost white from gripping the sides of his chair. 
His head was thrown back, a moan letting its way out which made you smile, you wanted to tease more just for a kick, loving the effect you had on him. You moved one hand up and down his leg grabbing his attention as you spit on his cock, letting it drip down and using it as a lubricator to fist his cock. He couldn’t hold in his grunts this time as his eyes rolled back, forgetting what he wanted in the first place. 
“Fuck honey, I don’t wanna cum now. Shit- that feels good, oh god” He was rambling at this point and you were pleased with his reaction, smiling like a saint on your knees. He found some self-restraint when he held our wrist, stopping himself from cumming, trying to catch his breath, closing his eyes to stop himself from looking at you, knowing that with one look he wouldn’t stop himself from cumming.
You raised to your full height to straddle his lap noticing that his fist was closed and his breathing heavier, trying not to smile at his poor attempt of cooling himself down, you started leaving small kisses along his jaw, nipping at some points but leaving small licks and blows of air at the slightly red spot. 
One thing you loved was how red his neck would get whenever you did that, seeing it reach to his cheeks, even though he tries to deny that he’s blushing. 
You were so lost in your thoughts, you didn’t prepare for him to lift you slightly on his cock, feeling the stretch immediately. You moaned at the slight pain mixing with the intense pleasure of his cock filling you up, noticing him eyeing the small bulge in your stomach. 
“Don’t think I would forget about that stunt, teasing me like that, you know better than that” He clicked his tongue, almost sounded disappointed at your behaviour, but on the inside, he always liked when you took control like that and he was never ashamed of letting you take the reins. 
You couldn’t speak from the fullness you felt, leaning your head down to rest on his shoulder, stopping yourself from squirming too much, knowing you weren’t going to get anything that way. 
“That's a good girl, be still for daddy while he’s finishing his work and maybe if you behave I’ll let you suck on my cock after I eat you okay” Choking back a moan at his words, you knew better than to just nod. “Yes daddy, I’ll be your good girl” He rubbed your back and pecked your temple at your words, moving his chair closer to the desk, causing him to thrust into you.
Your moans echoed in his office, making him smile at the noise you were making.
“Remember sweetheart, no moving until I’m done” Letting out a small whimper as an acknowledgement, he got back to his work, teasing you in his way by moving his legs causing his cock to move, again and again, stopping right before you could cum.
You quickly realised he was going to do this for at least  2 more hours, shutting your eyes at thrusts into you, getting frustrated that you weren’t going to cum anytime soon.
“I told you, sweetie, don’t tease daddy” 
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sunshine-on-my-mind · 2 years
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Rain of love
pairing: Steve Rogers x Desi/ South Asian Reader
words: 1.2k
warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI (no explicit smut) Angst, fluff, happy ending, steamy moments, rainfall, kissing, making out (sort of), implied jealousy (??)
a/n: Hi cuties!! this one is dedicated to all my beautiful Desi / South Asian queens out there. EVERYONE CAN READ! I really really hope you like it, this is my first time writing for a desi reader. Also the song “Zara Zara” is one of my favourite songs ever. So again, I really hope everyone likes it! Let me know if you do. Do tag or share this your Desi/South Asian friends if you like it.
Comments and reblogs are appreciated
Lyrics in Bolt Italics
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An air of melancholy surrounds you, while standing on the terrace, soaked in rain. The loud music coming from inside, fading out. Rain, your only relief right now, heavy drops against your soft skin, washing away the emotions you’re desperately trying to get rid of.
“Hey” comes a soft voice from inside, close yet feels so far. You won’t turn to face him, not in this state, not when you’re eyes, your lips and every inch of your face will open your heart to him. Not after realising how everything you felt in your heart doesn’t reach his, how it feels like a one-way route that leads to a dead-end.
“You’ll get sick” is there a hint of concern? Or is it irritation? Or just the responsibility of being the Captain, looking out for everyone. “Come inside”. You don’t move, still facing away, looking at the city. Silence growing between the two of you.
“Everyone left, and the team has retired to their rooms for the night” You can hear footsteps, the voice now louder. His hand on your shoulder, shivers go down your body, even the rain didn’t have that effect on your skin.
“Let’s go in, come on” Steve rubs your shoulder softly. Your dark hair is drenched wet, sticking to your skin. It’s pretty dark now, rainfall making in darker, city lights glimmering. When you don’t move, you hear a deep breath coming from Steve.
He turns you around, you look down, he holds your chin, tilting your face up to make you look at him. Gently stroking your face, as if to learn it by heart. An artist’s touch maybe? His touch feels hot, contrast to your current state.
Strands of dark wet hair on your face, you look like a beautiful painting, a work of art, Steve thinks, but you don’t know that. What you know is that you won’t ever be good enough for Steve Rogers, or rather it’s what you think. He pushes the loose strands of hair behind your ears.
You still don’t talk. Not a word from your mouth. But your mind is racing, one of your favourite hindi songs comes to your mind.
Yuhi Baras Baras
Kaali Ghata Barse
Hum Yaar Bheeg Jaaye
Iss Chaahat Ki Baarish Mein
Meri Khuyli Khuli Lato Ko Suljhaye
Tu Apni Ungliyon Se
Main To Hoon Isi Khwaayish Mein
You close your eyes shut. Can’t bear to look at the man who has the power to win your heart in seconds and break it even quicker. Everything that you used to think means something, the small talks, the shared smiles, the happy times, probably doesn’t mean much to him. If it does, then why would he dance with that girl in the party like that? Or are trying to make excuses for the fear of rejection?
“Look at me, please” You don’t.
“Fine” Steve tells you.
Suddenly you don’t feel the ground below your feet. You feel strong arms around your thighs and stomach. Legs dangling slightly. Your hands-
You open your eyes to see your hands gripping Steve’s shirt tightly while he carries you inside, bridal style. He is drenched too. His wet shirt felt comforting against your fingers.
Steve puts you down only after he takes you to your room. You immediately miss the warm contact, suddenly too aware of your drenched state, you feel cold.
Steve turns to leave and you want to stop him. As if he can listen to your thoughts, he stops in his tracks, but still doesn’t face you.
“I-“ he tries to form a sentence instead of blabbering everything he wants to express to you. “The person I care about the most, the only person I have feelings for, is the one who is not talking to me right now” He stands there, clenching his fist.
Until you hold his hand and he feels relaxed, unclenching his fist.
“Steve, I-“
He turns to look at you, your dark brown eyes look mesmerising, even if brimmed with tears.
“I feel like I don’t deserve you.” You murmur
“You’re right, you deserve so much better”
Is that what he thinks? Is that why whenever you felt something could happen, you felt him trying to pull himself away from you?
“Steve”
You stand on your tip toes, leaning in, hoping he won’t pull away, he doesn’t.
Steve crashes his lips against yours, you let him control it, he does.
You melt in the kiss as his tongue explores your mouth beautifully, always the artist’s touch.
His strong arms holding you close to his body, inspite of the wet clothes, you could feel the warmth from your bodies.
Steve pulls away looking at those beautiful eyes again, then your swollen lips, he traces it with his thumb.
“I love you, so much” Steve opens his heart to you.
“I love you too, so much. So much that it hurts when you’re far, when you’re not with me, when you pull yourself away from me, Steve” It’s your turn now.
He kisses you again, this time trailing kisses from your mouth to the corner of your lips, your jaw, your neck. He licks and kisses your neck to his heart’s content. You grip at his blonde hair.
“Stay, please” You plead.
He nods.
You start unbuttoning his wet shirt. After asking for permission. You remove it.
His body is glistening. You plant a soft kiss on his chest. His breathing gets heavier.
You hold his hand and take him to the bed, stopping just at the edge.
“Wait here, I still have your t-shirt and shorts that I borrowed. I’ll bring them, get changed.”
“I’ll wear the shorts, you wear my t-shirt” he tells you with a slight authority in his voice. You bite your lip, before getting him the shorts and going to the bathroom to get rid of your wet clothes.
You look at your reflection in the bathroom mirror, wearing his t-shirt. A soft smile on your face.
When you come out, you find him already lying on the bed wearing nothing but his shorts. You stand in front of him, wearing only his t-shirt and your undergarments. Steve looks at you from head to toe. Again and again before he feels he has taken everything in.
You join him on the bed, he pulls you closer to him. You rest your head against his chest, his heart beat calms you down. You pull the blanket to cover you both nicely.
“I am sorry if I’ve hurt you, Sunshine” You smile at the nickname. He called you sunshine for the first time on a sunny day, when the sun made your skin glow into the most beautiful colour Steve had ever seen. Your warmth felt like sunshine.
“It’s okay Stevie.” You nuzzle your head against his chest as he softly strokes your back.
In this moment of togetherness and closeness, that song plays your mind again.
Sardi Ki Raaton Mein
Hum Soye Rahe Ek Chaadar Mein
Hum Dono Tanha Ho
Na Koi Bhi Rahe Is Ghar Mein
You hum the tune softly.
“What song is it?” Steve asks, you smile.
“The one that was made for this moment.”
He kisses the top of your head as you both surrender yourself to slumber, bodies wrapped with each other.
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English translation of the lyrics (even though the feel is stronger in the original words)
Yun hi baras baras kaali ghata barse
Let the dark clouds pour
Hum yaar bheeg jaaye
Let us get drenched
Is chahat ki baarish mein
In this rain of love
Meri khuli khuli latton ko suljhaye
May you straighten my open hair
Tu apni ungliyon se
With your fingers
Main toh hoon issi khwaish mein
This is my only desire
Sardi ki raaton mein
In the cold nights
Hum soye rahe ek chaadar mein
Let us sleep together under one blanket
Hum dono tanha ho
May both of us be alone
Na koi bhi rahe is ghar mein
And may there be no one in this house
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thatsshowbizbby · 3 years
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ishq sufiyana
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pairing: steve rogers x desi!reader
summary: your weapon of choice is a blade. his is a shield. both were made to clash with one another.
warnings: mention of blood and violence (slight). tension, angsty-ish? the wrath and the dawn, arranged marriage vibes. enemies to lovers-ish.
author's note: this is my first thing lol pls be nice. this isn't a full story but just an idea i had in my head. i believe this is called a headcannon (?) also my second time posting bc tumblr drafts/editing is killing my vibe
you are royalty - raised in a palace made of white marble, and clear, blue waters all around - handcrafted clothing and magnificent jewels at your disposal.
and your beauty. talk of your beauty attracts suitors from the farthest ends of the earth, coming to prove whether that talk is just mere gossip.
it’s not.
but that's not what got steve's attention when he first laid his eyes on you. it was the sword in your hand. a talwar.
your movement mimicked the flow of the water surrounding your palace - a fight style disguised as delicate. but to the trained eye, steve's eyes, it was anything but. it was dangerous. you were dangerous.
and you made sure to let steve know that you were far from a damsel in distress, waiting stupidly for her knight in shining armor.
"i don't know you, nor do i care for you. as far as im concerned, you're just another candidate waiting for my rejection. and trust me, it's coming soon but i'll let you enjoy your time here for a couple more weeks.”
steve scoffs because of course you would have an attitude. you were a spoiled princess. a beautiful, fierce one whom he was beginning to respect, but he would never admit that to you. not anymore. your arrogance trumped your beauty.
"oh sweetheart, what makes you think i want you at all?"
you two continue to bicker and roll your eyes at each other and make snarky remarks when crossing paths inside the palace walls for the remainder of steve’s visit.
“what’s wrong, princess? too scared to go up against me?” he would tease, sitting in on your sparring practices.
“believe me, rogers. you wouldn’t know what to do with yourself if i were up against you.”
so when your father offers your hand to the nuisance a few days prior to his departure, you’re dumbfounded.
“beta, you two will get along. trust me.”
“i will only agree if he can defeat me.” you both knew full well that no one has ever been able to.
with that, you and steve prepare for a fight. you with your sword and dagger. him with his shield. how pathetic.
you got a few good hits in, starting off strong - cutting through his suit, hitting him in the face with the hilt of your sword, blocking his punches - he really only chose a shield? out of the entire palace armory, he chose his stupid, little shield.
but all that inner shit-talk came to a full stop when he disarmed you in one swift motion. your sword was on the floor, as were you, with your hidden dagger pressed against your throat and steve on top of you. how did he find that?
his breath fanned over your face. “always know your enemy, princess.”
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as you sat in your chambers, heart racing for the wedding tomorrow morning, you looked over your mehndi (henna). it had gotten so dark.
“deeper the color becomes, deeper the love. and your groom’s love for you must be competing with the darkest parts of the ocean,” one of your ladies said to you.
yeah right.
you pull yourself out of your thoughts and make your way to the room of your unenthusiastic betrothed. you’re careful to not be seen by any palace guards or maids. visiting your soon-to-be-husband in the middle of the night? the rumors would spread like wildfire.
you knock on the door and hear a “come in.”
steve turns around in nothing but a pair of sleepwear bottoms. oh boy. at this point, you’ve become extremely aware of your own appearance. long brown hair flowing freely, a smaller nath (nose ring) than your usual daytime wear, an almost sheer nightgown, and small shawl that barely covered your upper body. steve’s breath hitches in his throat from across the room.
you look at the cuts and bruises healing from your spar a few days ago. but the satisfaction of those memories, of the times you got him, were interrupted by the sight of a much darker bruise running along his broad shoulder. then you see his face. more bruises. more cuts. and bowl of water and rag in his hand.
“what happened?” you rush over, concern overcoming you.
“nothing, nothing. don’t worry about it,” he tries to brush off, but you’re not having it. you grab his chin and direct his face towards your own to get a good look. busted lip, busted jaw, swollen cheek. full lips. chiseled face. gorgeous blue ey- snap out of it.
“well if you’re going to look like this for tomorrow morning, i’d like to know what the hell happened.”
“there was a boy running from a couple of bandits in the market. i saw and helped him. the bandits didn’t like that,” he laughs, “it was ten against one.”
“and you got out with only a few scratches here and there? you’d think the damage would be worse,” you say, trying to hide your respect and admiration.
“yeah, you’d think.” there were those eyes again, this time burning into your own.
you take the rag from his hand. “sit,” gesturing to the embroidered armchair.
you soak the piece of cloth in the bowl of water, wring it out, and begin to clean the wounds on his face. he winces when you get to his jaw.
“sorry.”
trying to get a better angle, you step in between his open legs and take a seat on his thigh. gently holding his face, so gentle he could barely feel it, you wipe away the dried blood.
steve’s eyes rake over your face. the talk was not mere gossip. beautiful.
he was so immersed in his thoughts of you that he did not notice you were done. but still sitting on his lap. his face in your hands. it was your turn to stare intently at him.
your noses almost touching, as you instinctively run your hand through his hair. he sighs in content and relaxes into your touch. you feel your heart skip a bit at the response.
“try not to take another beating while you’re here, rogers. or better yet, why don’t you learn a few tricks? your swordsmanship could be better” you joke, as you get up and walk away.
but he grabs your hand, getting up from the armchair, and slightly pulls you towards him.
“i recall winning every fight i’ve been in. or did you already forget how we got here in the first place?” his eyes held a playful look, as if letting you know that he was not challenging you this time. he was merely….joking, alongside with you.
a smile tugs at your lips as you pull your hand away. “yes, well you still need to work on your swordsmanship.”
“only if you’ll teach me, princess.”
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