With Steve, I always viewed it that he probably had been in love before and he probably did have a lady, maybe even had a family, and lost that to this awful conflict. The thought of falling in love is so painful for him that he could not allow himself to do it. It had to be about a mission, it had to be God and country, but it could not be him and what he wanted. He’s got a mission that, up until the very last, is his driving force. Along the way he happens to fall madly in love with a goddess. And he just holds off and holds off and holds off until he can’t bear to let her go.
Chris Pine, on Steve Trevor in Wonder Woman: The Art And Making Of The Film
Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader Rating: Explicit - 18+ only Summary: Chris and Reader have some naughty time together during the Super Bowl halftime show. Word Count: 1.8k Genre: NSFW/SMUT Warnings: Swearing and unprotected sex. [Wrap your wang before you bang.] Author’s Note: Might not be my greatest work since I wrote it in a hurry, but I couldn’t pass up this opportunity. Congrats to the Pats, by the way.
“C'mon, you can do better… don’t fuck this one up, guys!” Chris yelled, clapping his hands as if he was the coach. “Don’t you dare to do this to us!”
Proud yelling, muttered cursing and stressed screaming everywhere around you in the VIP area of the stadium. The fans sitting, standing or jumping roared their stress out as your team was in a difficult time. The halftime was fast approaching and the Patriots struggled, facing the seemingly glorious Falcons.
“Don’t freak out. Relax, big boy,” you soothed, rubbing your boyfriend’s tensed back as he tapped his foot on the floor.
“How can we relax, Y/N?!” Scott, his brother told you and you rolled eyes, mentally noticing him he wasn’t helping at all.
So there’s this breed of cat called Norwegian Forrest Cats that are absolutely massive
In norse mythology, two of these cats pulled the warrior Goddess Freyja’s chariot, and in some myths these cats were a gift from Thor.
So headcanon that Thor visits Norway and all these big-ass viking kitties know who he is and start following him around. So Thor’s walking around with like, 10 or 20 these kitties screaming at him. And when he sits down all of them immediately curl up in his lap and on his shoulders. So Tony or Steve or whoever with Thor turns around to see him grinning on a bench wearing a fur coat of purring viking kitties (because Thor loves the cats, they’re big furry warrior friends!!)
Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader Rating: Explicit - 18+ only Summary:Reader wants to eat the breakfast Chris has cooked for her, but he has other plans. Blame your too sexy denim shorts! Word Count: 1.7k Genre: NSFW/SMUT Warning:Long detailed oral sex (female receiving).
Gifs used below aren’t mine,
credit to the rightful owners.
Freshly out of your morning shower, you finished adding the last touches to your light makeup after you had gotten dressed in your favorite denim shorts and a white cotton blouse.
Walking in the kitchen, you followed the smell of the pancakes and fresh fruits that Chris had cooked, accompanied by the exotic effluvia of hot coffee. You smiled at the sight of your boyfriend too busy to notice your presence as his back was turned to you, humming the slow melody of a song you both loved.
You walked up to him and folded your arms around his broad chest, wrapped by his Henley shirt, planting a longing and loving kiss at the back of his neck as he smiled widely.
“Hmm, what did I do so special for you to cook this morning?” You murmured.
“You came into my life,” Chris accompanied your mocking laugh and you moved your body to rest against the counter, standing next to him.
“You know, I’ve been thinking about our trip to Boston next week and…” you trailed off, noticing Chris’ baby blue gaze remaining locked on your frame. “What, you don’t like the outfit?“ You interrogated, checking out, yet he didn’t answer and kept looking at you.
His gaze was so ardent that you almost forgot how to breathe properly. Every time your man laid his eyes on you with such fierce, you felt the desire rising inside.
Your boyfriend eventually looked up at your blown eyes, licking his full lips and you could see his pupils dilating slowly as he drank in the view from his orbs like he had been in the desert for long days of a burning hot summer.