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Stop doing this to me! @royalwriteroftheuniverse is Chris Evans secret girlfriend everyone! Come get her!

Morning with Chris again

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I got up earlier than both of them. I think that's a first.

But everything was truly a first this weekend

Staying over at Chris or with Chris ever. He offered another room for me if I wanted but I said I wanted to cuddle.

"I was hoping you'd say that," he wrapped his arms around my waist and gave me a kiss on the cheek as I smiled and giggled.

"Plus I didn't actually think ahead to prepare a guest room for you."

I just laugh.

But the next morning....

I woke up in his embrace. His arm around mmy shoulder my head on his shoulder and I was just look at him watching him sleep memorizing his tattoos. It took everything I had to not run my fingers over them. He looked peaceful. Happy.

"Hi" his voice deeply groggy

"Hi" I smile

"What cha looking at pretty girl? " he undoes the braids i put my hair in too protect them from split ends. And runs his hands through my hair.

"Just a hansome man with gorgeous hair"I smile

"Oh really?" His eyebrows raised

"Yea I just wanna kiss him all over and put my hands in it."

I wrinkled my nose and smiled- apparently I do that a lot I never knew until Chris told me he loves when I do that.

"Sounds good to me." Chris snuggles in closer

"But I don't want to wake Dodger"

"He's fine he won't wake up for a while he was so exhausted after playing with the kids all day yesterday"

"Yea but dodger always wakes when I kiss him and pet his hair if he's taking a nap so-"

Chris gasped dramatically

"Oh no you didn't" the he leaned up with a smirk.

Chris attacks me with tickles and sweet little kisses on my face, neck and lips and I cant stop laughing. As we roll around on the bed I can never quite get Chris to laugh as much as he makes me-I was never this ticklish before but I just had to meet Chris.

"Ok ok uncle I give up. I guess ill settle for you." He was on top of me.

I look up into his eyes.

As I run my fingers through his hair sans palmaid God it was so soft.

"Chris I-" i stopped moving my hands in his hair and I think I even stopped breathing- don't say it you'll ruin everything. "I I just"

"I love you too" he leaned down to capture my lips in a kiss.

I was smiling when our lips broke apart. He looked like he wanted more

"You realize you're not leaving here." He shook his head with a shrug.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yea."

" watcha gunna do keep me in the basement?"

"If I have to- what? Its got a screening room down there a pool table a bar its cozy."

I laugh.

"You'red forgetting one thing my love."

"Oh yea? Cause there a fridge too a bathroom-"

I put my hand over Chris's mouth.

"Who said I ever wanted to leave?"

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what about steve rogers is a virgin and his girlfriend's reader is experienced. She decided to show and take away his virginity.

I'm the Captain Now

A/N: Ok Miss She Hulk. Purr. This one is insanely cute thank you for the request!!

WARNINGS: SMUT MINORS DNI. Mentions of losing ones virginity (obviously), Unprotected sex, fingering (f receiving), oral (m receiving), soft sex, orgasm, P in V

You filed away your last report on the recent mission, standing up from your desk you straightened out your pencil skirt. Looking in the reflection of the mirrored glass, you slyly undid the top button of your blouse, revealing your scandalous cleavage and a hint of your lace white bra. Ready to go visit Steve in his den. 

Steve was a true gentleman, adorable, kind, charming and while it made you blush how flustered he’d get when you’d pull on his belt slightly or your kisses trailed down his below his jaw he’d always promptly sit up, coaxing you back to a more… modest position. 

You thought maybe because your relationship was taboo, and as a S.H.I.E.L.D spy you weren’t meant to be rendezvousing with America’s sweetheart. But you couldn’t help the tinge your heart felt whenever he’d push you off 

“Now gorgeous save this for another time.” He’d say while rebuttoning your shirt, his sweaty palms struggling with the buttons.

It was endearing to say the least, you figured maybe it’d just been 60 years since he last did it and he was nervous, but you decided tonight was the night you were going to finally get to bask in the glory of America’s ass.

You knocked on the door of his room, opening it up a crack and peaking your head in. 

“Hey Captain.” You let out a soft drawl to let the soldier know you had entered. He was reclined on his bed, doodling in his journal, quickly placing it to the side when he saw your face.

“There’s my gorgeous sweetheart, how you are doing?”

“I’m good.” You joined I’m on the bed, sitting on the edge reclining your arm out to give him a proper view of your bra peeking out.

Steve gulped at the sight. 

“I wanna talk to you about something.”

“Yeah, what’s going in that pretty little head of yours?”

“We’ve been together for a couple of weeks now and while I’m enjoying all the kisses and cuddles… is there a reason you freeze up whenever I touch your belt? Ya know it’s not a bad thing if we do it before marriage right? Times have changed and we discovered God isn’t going to come down and strike us.”

Steve looked down, fiddling with his hands. He knew he had to be honest with you eventually. It’s not that the sight of you didn’t get him hard as a vibranium. It’s just that…

“Well, ya know I was in the ice for a while. I went in at 27, and it’s not like I wouldn’t love to… you know…”

“Fuck me?” you said pointedly

“I was gonna say make love to you but yeah that too. It’s just that… I’ve never done that before and I worried if we did you wouldn’t like it, so I tried to hold it off as long as possible. I understand if you don’t want to see me anymore and go through the hassle of teaching me what to do.”

“Oh Steve, honey, I didn’t know.”

“Know what? that I went into the ice as a virgin? Yeah, talk about a tough 60 years.”  

You snorted out a laugh. “Well, I don’t want to stop seeing you. And if you want, we can leave it for another time but I have no problem teaching you a few things.”

“Really?!” His blue orbs lit up in excitement. 

Catching himself, he cleared his throat

“I mean, yeah I’d like to... if you want to… we can do it... ya know... like how they do it on your cable channel thing or whatever... I’m not- “

“Steve.”

“Yeah?”

“Stop talking.”

“Yeah right of course.” He sat up straight next to you on the edge of the bed. His hand drifting to your thigh as you turned to kiss him.

His mouth immediately engulfed yours. While he lacked in experience, the boy sure knew how to kiss.  Your hands inched under his shirt; you caught his breathe in the kiss. 

“I’m gonna take your shirt off now ok?”

Steve was dumfounded and simply nodded enthusiastically. 

You pulled his shirt over is head, revealing the delicious effects of the serum. His hard pecs illuminated by the bedside table lamp. 

You had to slow down your thoughts not wanting to rush the old timer. 

You stood up. “Now I’m gonna take off my clothes, ok?” His eyes glazed over as he watched you unbutton your blouse. Your hands fell behind your back as you slowly unzipped your skirt letting it pool at your feet. You stepped out your heels leaving them in the fabric circle.

Steve could feel his cock hardening at the sight of you in your lace white set.

“Is this, ok?” you asked reassuringly.

“It’s better than ok I think this is the best day of my life.” You chuckled at his boyish comment.

Closing the space between you two you straddled his waist. 

He fell back onto the sheets, grasping at your skin eager to touch you. 

You moved your body downwards, anchoring your knees on the mattress. Slowly you pulled down his grey sweats, being greeted by his hard cock slapping against his chest. 

Your eyes widened at the size “You’ve been hiding this the whole time Rogers?” 

He gave a sheepish grin through ragged breathes, trying to focus on not ruining the moment by cumming prematurely. 

“I’m gonna put it in my mouth now ok baby?” 

Steve let out a laboured “please.” Begging to feel the warmth of your mouth, your hot breath only adding to the ache of his swollen tip. 

Slowly, you took him into your mouth. Inching downwards towards his base, swirling your tongue around his length. 

“Oh God… Jesus Christ Y/N.” 

He had never felt anything like it, he relaxed into the pillow enjoying the sight of his length disappearing into your soft, red lipped mouth. 

His hands falling to cup your cheek, overwhelmed by the sensation. 

“Stop, stop, stop.” 

“You feeling, ok?” you replied coyly

“I feel fucking amazing, but I don’t want to end this before it even starts.”

“I get you.” You travelled back up his body, positioning yourself once again in the straddling position.

“Can we do it… the other way… ya know with you lying down? I just want to do it properly the first time” Steve asked shyly 

“Of course, we can.” You rolled off the hunk of man, getting comfortable amongst the pillows. 

Steve hovered over you, pausing to drink in the sight of you. A small wet patch had formed at your entrance, the fabric sticking to your pussy like a translucent portal to an oasis. 

Slowly he leaned down to kiss you. His hand travelling over the moulds of your breast, drawing soft shapes on your stomach, and landing over the now drenched panties. He tested the waters and applied light pressure to your heat. 

“Aghh Steve.”

“Are you ok? Was that bad? Did it hurt?” He quickly retreated, studying your body for injuries.

“No silly haha it felt good do it again… but this time under the panties.” 

You helped Steve discard of the lousy fabric. He once again moved his hand towards your heat, this time more daringly sliding his finger past your folds and rubbing in an agonisingly slow up and down motion.  

The feeling of his rough hands against your heat, brushing up against your clit was intoxicating and you left out soft moans, grabbing his forearm for support.

“That feel good sweetheart?” Becoming more confident with his actions and with close examining of your face when he reached certain spots. Steve dared to speed up, circling your clit and applying light pressure.

“Omg Steve yes… please I need you inside of me.”

That was all he needed to mount on top of you. You helped him guide his length towards your hole. The initial entry of his tip in your folds sent him falling ever so slightly above you, catching himself with his arms on either side of your head. 

You lay like that for a moment, both enjoying the initial feeling of pleasure. 

“You can move now baby, don’t overthink, just in and out… it’s a natural function.” 

With your encouragement Steve started to thrust into you, slowly at first as he became accustomed to the new feeling of what the inner walls of your pussy felt like. 

He stretched his neck moaning at the sensation. 

“Oh my god, Y/N, holy shit… yes.”

You were overcome by his length, moaning and clenching your walls around him.

“Go faster baby.” With that his thrusts increased, hitting your cervix, causing you to jolt in pleasure. 

Steve then felt a sudden stream of liquid meet the tip of his cock.

“Shit, what was that are you ok?”

You gave him a weery smile, “That was me cumming baby.’

Pride overcame the gorgeous man on top of you as he broke out into a beaming smile.

“Did I do that?”

You bit your lower lip and nodded, adoring his pride at being the cause of your release. 

With that, his confidence grew as he continued to thrust into you.

 “Shit baby I’m gonna cum what do I do?!”

“Just keeping going… please… I wanna feel your cum inside of me.” A switch flipped his head as he let out his release inside of you with a loud grunt. 

His arms finally giving as he collapsed on top of you, holding your hot skin close. 

“Holy shit.”

You pulled back a loose strand from his glistening forehead 

“What’d you think Cap?”

“I think I’m an idiot for not doing that sooner.” He gave you a lazy smile, raising his head to meet yours for a long, drawn-out kiss. 

He brought his head back to your chest, using your boobs as a pillow and before you know it the soldier was letting out soft snores. Exhausted from his release that was 60 years in the making. 

You smiled to yourself, the now proud owner of Steve Rogers virginity. 

Reader adopts a cat to help her boyfriend Captain America, Steve rogers deal with the trauma and nightmares

Soxs

You were woken up to thrashing beside you in bed. Third night in a row. Sweat formed on Steve’s forehead with his face contorted in terror. You rolled over, placing a light hand on his shoulder, he instantly moved into you.

“Hey hey, honey… it’s just a dream.” You patted his head softly as his eyes slowly blinked open.

He let out a large sigh, sitting up in bed and rubbing his face. 

“Same one?”

“Same one.” He said in a defeated tone.

You rubbed his back soothingly before getting up to get a glass of water from the sink. Handing it to him in bed.

“Thanks honey.” You sat next to him as he took a large gulp, turning back to cuddle into your comforting frame. 

As he gently lulled off to sleep in your arms, large arms wrapped around you. You mind wandered to all the things you could do to help your poor guy.

3 WEEKS LATER

You placed the gold box in front of Steve on the couch. Holes punctured in the top and a shiny red bow in the middle.

“What’s this?” He looked up at you curiously. 

“Open it.” You smiled, taking a spot next to him.

Steve inched forward, slowly taking off the lid and peering inside the box.

“Oh my goodness.” Steve’s eyes widen in joy at the little ball of fluff, sitting pretty. 

The calico kitten let out a small meow, standing on its hind legs and pawing at the walls, desperate to be picked up.

Steve took the small kitten in his large hands, encompassing it carefully as he brought it to his chest. The kitten immediately rubbed his ear against Steve’s jaw, purring at the contact.

“Y/N… you… you didn’t… omg I love him.”

“Her. And you’re welcome. I looked it up and the purr of a cat can help relaxation and healing. So, I thought maybe a couple of kitten kisses will help you sleep through the night.” You beamed at him, your hand going to scratch the little one’s head.

“Her. She’s the best gift I’ve ever gotten. I can’t believe you’d do that for me.” Tears started to form in the captain’s eyes as his heart burst at the ball of fluff. 

“Think of her as our first baby.” You winked.

“Gotta name her… what do you think she looks like… Esmerelda, Fluffy, Ariel?”

“How about Soxs.” You grabbed the kittens’ paw, admiring the pattern of fur that gave her four perfect little white blocks.

“Soxs. Perfect.” He turned to you, kissing you on the mouth softly.

The two became inseparable with Soxs taking up permanent position sleeping between your heads at night.

The nightmares stopped but Steve got even less sleep after being woken up at 4am to Soxs wanting breakfast.

She'd follow him everywhere, doing little walks between his legs.

The whole of Avengers loved her, with Stark acting like a villain whenever she'd sit in his lap.

Her favourite place to nap was the Avengers meeting table.

Steve would feed her little slices of ham at dinner, dangling it under the table for her to catch.

A/N: Short and sweet. 😘☘️

Frank and his girlfriend reader bringing mary to Disneyland, florida for the first time

The Happiest Place on Earth is with You

A/N: This was a great excuse to watch Gifted again! Admittedly, I have never been to Disneyland but I did my research! Hope you liked the little twist I slid in there. 💕

“Ok so first I wanna go on Space Mountain, and then the Seven Dwarves Mine Train, and then Y/N, I know scary things freak you out but please please please you have to come to Tower of Terror with us!”

“Ok easy kiddo we haven’t even gotten through the Gate.”

Frank and you had taken Mary to Disney for the first time ever and it was safe to say… she was losing her mind. 

You waited in line, head strained up to listen attentively to Mary on Frank’s shoulders.

“I’ll go on the Tower of Terror with you on ONE condition.”

“What???” 

“You have to come with me to get a princess makeover at the Boutique.”

Mary groaned, face planting into Frank’s head.

“Oh, come on sweet pea it’d do you some good to have your hair brushed for once.” Frank pulled the legs of his niece. 

“Not for her you idiot, for me! I want to be the princess!” Mary’s face came back up and it light up in glee.

“Yes, yes, yes, Frank Y/N can finally be a real life, Princess!”

“Look at her Mary she’s already a princess.” He moved towards you closing the space between you to stealing a kiss.

“Guysss you promised to not be weird today.”  

“Sorry kiddo can’t help it; you’ll understand one day.” Chris pulled her down off his shoulders so she could walk through the barrier scanning her Magic Band.

Making your way through the gates, Mary was already hyper.  

“I did some research and the average wait time for rides is 36 minutes, with each ride lasting about 8 minutes, giving time for entering, being properly secured and then exiting...” 

She clicked her fingers at you two pulling your gaze away from each other. 

“Pay attention! Then exiting that mean’s we’d spend on average 48 minutes on each ride and since you promised we could stay here till 9, that gives us 11 hours… factoring in meal times...”

“Hey Mary?” 

“Yeah...”

“No more calculations today, have fun and get high on sugar like the rest of the kids here.” Frank patted his hand on the young girl’s head.

“Besides Mars we won’t have to wait that long.”

You called Mary, Mars because that’s where her head seemed at most days and also because you thought she was destined to be the first person on Mars.

One time Frank tried to get in on the nickname, but Mary quickly shut up him down saying it was a special thing between you two only. 

Heck, he didn’t care he was just glad she had a female role model in her life. You’d known Mary since she was 3 and you two, despite your differences in practically everything, got on like a house on fire.

“Why’s that?” she enquired.

Frank reached into his back pocket, pulling out 3 fast passes.  

“No. You. Didn’t.” Her eyes widened at the golden passes in his hand. 

“I didn’t but Y/N did.”

You beamed at your favourite little girl. As she jumped on you suddenly. Embracing you in a gleeful hug 

“THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU.”

“You’re welcome honey now let’s get started on that sugar… how about a… waffle?”

You didn’t think it was possible that such a small body could demolish Mickey waffles, Corn Dog Nuggets, Caramel Popcorn, half a turkey leg and a Peanut Butter and Jelly Milkshake all in the space of 2 hours. But that was Mary, constantly surprising you.

After your 3rd go on Space Mountain, you were finally able to drag the both of them to the Bibbidi Bobbidi Boutique.

“Hi y’all what will it be today a Princess makeover for the little one.” The attendant peered over the stand, looking down at Mary.

“No, I have no interest in dressing up as a make-believe princess whose dependant on a man to save her, but this is my adult Y/N” 

The young girl gestured towards you

“Unlike the princesses in the movies, she’s actually real and much prettier than the CGI crap you guys spit out. We are here to get a crown fitted on her head which is my uncle Frank over here’s poor substitute for a wedding ring but at least he has his wits about him to treat her like a princess, so some deadbeat doesn’t come along to steal her from him and in turn me.”

Mary finished her spiel, meeting the attendants face whose eyes were practically bulging out of her head, she quickly blinked looking from the girl to you and Frank behind her, you both met her with a nervous smile as most people aren’t used to a 7-year-old talking like she’s straight out of a Tarantino movie. 

“A crown would be great thank you.” You managed to get out through clenched teeth. 

“Over there in the corner.” The attendant responded still in shock at what she just heard. Frank’s hand nudging Mary to move towards the display. All 3 of you quickly burst out with laughter. 

“For your information young lady, it’s not a substitute for a wedding ring its merely a temporary hold until I can afford to buy her the biggest diamond in the western hemisphere!” 

Mary gestured you to come down to your level “I wouldn’t hold your breath.” She whispered in your ear.

“Don’t worry Mars, I have another thing to hold him down.” 

The two helped you pick out a shiny tiara with pearl detail attached to a headband with 2 pink puffy Mickey Ear’s bordering it. 

“How do I look?” You placed the headband on your head. 

You were met with big grins from both of them.

“Beautiful” Mary gushed

“Like I should start watching my back before some “deadbeat” steals you.” 

“Ok good we are ready for the Tower of Terror then!” You smiled nervously.

Mary was right, you really didn’t like scary things. 

As you got into the dark elevator, you breathe became a bit ragged, something about being cramped in a dark space with a bunch of people about to be propelled down an abandoned shaft made you queasy.

“Hey, it’s fine I got you.” Frank’s grip on your hand tightened. 

“Me too.” The little girl, looked up at you holding your other hand. Giving it a small squeeze. 

While you shrieked in terror at the sudden drop, the pairs hands never left yours and Frank quickly supported your weight when you felt you were about to fall over with fear. 

As you exited the ride Mary ran in front of you both turning towards you.

“See Y/N it wasn’t THAT scary.”

“Yeah, no it was totally fine... totally fine.” You choked out, hand massaging your throat as Frank practically carried you out of the exit. Both of his hands around your waist coaxing you forward. 

“Hey kiddo let’s sit down here for a sec and have a bite to eat.” Frank gestured her towards the table outside a food stand. 

When you were all settled and comfortable, munching a way at your 5th meal of the day. 

Frank cleared his throat. 

“Mary, do you know why we brought you to Disneyland?”

“Because it’s the happiest place on earth and this is where “normal kids” have the most fun?” 

“Yes, that but also because we might not be able to do trips just all 3 of us like this again in the future.”

Mary’s heart sank, her mind went to the worst, thinking you were leaving them, leaving Frank because he wouldn’t marry you. It was too late, and a deadbeat had already stolen you. She was about to lose another key person in her life and there was nothing she could do about it. 

Noticing the sudden sadness on her face, you placed your hand on hers.

“Mars honey, I’m having a baby.”

The sadness on her face was replaced with pure shock. A silence fell over the table, and you looked at Frank with worry. Before you could assure the young girl that you weren’t going to love her any differently, she left out an earth-shattering shriek.

“AHHHH OMG I’M GONNA HAVE A SIBLING! Omg we can play Legos and I can teach them Trachtenberg and we can go on the boat and-“

“Ok easy Kiddo let’s wait till it’s out her stomach first yeah?"

The little girl latched onto your neck, embracing you in a hug.

“I’m so happy you’re not leaving.” She whispered into your ear. 

“I’m not going anywhere without you Mars.” Tightening your grip around her tiny frame in your arms.  

“She asleep?” Frank questioned.

You looked behind you towards the passenger seat seeing the sleeping child, head leaning on her shoulder, slumped in her seat. 

“Out like a light.” You smiled. 

You drove along the dark road illuminated by streetlights, a couple of streets away from home.

“I’d say she took the news well.” Frank smirked at you.

“Well? She almost exploded with joy.” You laughed softly hoping not to wake her up. 

Frank took your hand, pulling it up to his lips, kissing it softly. 

“If you’re anything like you are now with Mary, you’re going to be an amazing mom, Y/N”

“I love you.”

“I love you too beautiful.”

He pulled into your driveway.

Opening the passenger door, and carefully unbuckling her belt, weary not to wake her he pulled the sleeping kiddo out from the seat. He held her over his shoulder, holding his other hand out for you to take as you walked into the house after another amazing day. 

Life with Chris Alphabet | Chris Evans Alphabet

A/N: Thank you all sooo much for the love on my last imagine! I was so inspired I did one of these cause I love them and don’t see enough of them. And tbh they are so much easier to write than a whole story they’re like a bunch of little stories in one whats not to love?

WARNINGS: Extreme fluff, smut implied

A is for Affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection?) 

Chris is all about affection. He’s always wrapping his arms around you while you cook or brush your teeth, putting his chin in the crook of your neck and swaying you softly. Even the little things like having your hand in his while he drives or guiding you through a door with his hand on the small of your back. He’s insistent on touching you at all times. 

B is for Beauty (what does he admire about you?)

There’s no doubt Chris thinks you’re stunning from head to toe. He loves it when you’re focused, and your glasses drop down to your nose a little and you bite your bottom lip. He loves how your hips sway when you walk, and your boobs bounce when you jump even the slightest. But what he finds really beautiful is how passionate you get about your favourite subjects; how you can talk for hours enthusiastically about a show you watched or a project you’re working on. Seeing your eyes light up and how much knowledge you can retain is truly his favourite part about you. 

C is for cuddles (how would they cuddle?)

Cuddling is a common occurrence in your household. Whether it’s the long, standing hug before he goes on a trip, your arms wrapped around him, his chin resting on your head. Or the middle of the night when you roll over and latch onto him for warmth. But his favourite would have to be on the couch watching a movie or the game; when you lay your head on his lap and Dodger jumps up on the couch and snuggles into your arm, resting his fluffy head on Chris’s knee. You can only see half of the TV and if Chris needs to get up its game over but the fact that you’re both curled up on his lap and he can give you both cuddles and scratches at the same time makes him a happy guy. 

D is for dates (what are dates with them like)

Chris is always taking you out for dinners or brunch. He loves taking you to familiar places where the staff know your name and people genuinely leave you alone to eat in peace. He knows you like getting dressed up for special things so any excuse to get you in a dress with easy access is a good reason for a date night. When his schedule doesn’t allow for that your most common date is making coffee at home and taking Dodger on a slow walk on a nearby path. It gives you both time to just talk and unwind in nature, holding hands and sipping your drinks. 

E is for Endearing (Actions that mean a lot to them)

Chris loves coming home to you because he knows he’ll get a homemade Lasagna and lots of back scratches. He much prefers when you pick him up for the airport instead of getting a car because you always make a habit of picking up a packet of his favourite jellybeans to eat on the way home. Its the little things you do that make him know you listen and know what he likes. He loves the way you take care of him.

F is for First Impressions (What he thought when he first saw you) 

Damn. He was taken away by your curves, seeing you in that dress was game over for him and he had to talk to you. He liked how you didn’t make it easy for him just because of who he was, he really had to work to get a date with you. He appreciated how you were kind to everyone you met no matter who they were and how you had an air of confidence about you that he admired. That day made him believe in love at first sight. 

 G is for Garments (What is his favourite outfit of yours?)

Don’t get the man wrong you in a tight dress is a sight to behold. Ok, you in anything tight that shows off your curves, ass or tits is a win for him. But honestly, he thinks you look best when you’re relaxed at home in front of the TV in one of his T-shirt which falls just below your ass but is tight around your boobs. You have your hair up in a claw clip and some granny panties on, fresh faced after doing your skincare. That’s when he thinks you look your best. 

H is for Hands (Where are his hands?) 

On your ass. He’s an ass man of course he’s going to gravitate towards that area. But if he must keep it more PG then they’re on your lower back or around your waist. Although, when you’re spooning it likes to grab a handful of your boob and just squeeze in content from time to time. He calls them his stress balls. 

I is for ick (What’s something that annoys you about eachother?)

Beard hairs in the sink. It drives you nuts his half ass attempt at washing them down the drain with a little bit of water. You hate shaving day because you know you’re going to walk in and see little brown and grey specks in the sink. And then when you call he comes rushing in “I know I know I’m sorrey.. I’ll clean it its fine, its fine!” in his thick Boston accent. 

At night, when you two get settled into bed, lights off, snuggled in the sheets without fault you will ask him to fill up your water bottle. No matter how many times he’ll ask you before bed if you have filled it up, you’ll always eventually ask him to go downstairs and fill it up. And you can’t drink regular tap water out of the sink.. nooooo… it has to be filtered water with pebbled ice. He reckons you’re perpetually thirsty or something. He’ll do it every time, but God does it get on his nerves. 

J is for jealousy (how jealous do they get? what do they do when they're jealous?)

Chris gets jealous and he can’t help it. He just knows what he has and thinks every man and his wife wants it. Whether its the valet who looked at you a little too long or when someone obviously flirts with you in public. His jaw will go tense and his grip on your waist will tighten. He’ll even whisper something dirty in your ear for good measures so everyone knows that he’s the only guy whose making you blush and more. 

K is for kisses (what are their kisses like? where do they like to be kissed?) 

He’s all about that tongue. Doesn’t matter where you are he will be slipping his tongue in your mouth even just for a second. When it’s just the two of you he’ll grab your jaw to pull it up to his so he can really get in there. He’ll always end it with peppering your face and jaw with little kisses too, because he likes the giggles, he gets out of you. Chris is also a huge baby so when he decides he wants to lay his whole weight on top of you and rest his head on your chest he expects forehead kisses regularly. 

L is for love language (what is their love language? How do they show love?)

Chris shows his love through plenty of hugs and kisses. As well as making sure you are totally satisfied every time you do the deed. But also, by turning on the heater timer so it’s warm and cosy when you wake up. Bringing you a coffee and putting it beside you while you work. When he goes on trips, he always brings you back a tacky cheap souvenir because he knows you love them. And from time to time, without you asking there will be a new pair of shoes in your closet, a new set of earrings, a designer bag you’d been eyeing up online or a fluffly blanket that has “magically” appeared and when you confront him he’ll go all indifferent and say something like it was nothing because he knows you get weird about him spending money on you. You’ll kiss him on the cheek and say thank you while internally screaming at the fact you are the proud owner of a Hermes Birkin. 

While Chris gives physical touch and gifts. His love language is acts of service and words of encouragement. He likes knowing he’s a good partner and that he makes you feel special and loved. He likes it when you do things like cook his favourite dinner or fold his tshirts in that special way so he can see the logo when he goes to pick one in the morning. When you make him feel like hes enough and you show him how grateful you are to be with you. 

M is for mornings (how are mornings spent with them?)

It’s always a struggle getting up for work when Chris has time off. He’ll beg you to play hooky and stay in bed with him. Holding you tighter in the cuddle, making It impossible for you to move. But eventually he’ll get up with you and follow you around as you do your morning routine even as to go so far as to hop in the shower with you… to you know… help you wash your back. He’ll make your coffee and insist you sit and eat breakfast with him. Weekends are much slower; staying in bed till noon, going in between cuddles and sex then more cuddles and then shower sex. You’ll always end up making breakfast while playing music, dancing in the kitchen in your underwear and eating bacon straight from the pan and then... sex on the counter… naturally.  

N is for nights (how are nights spent with them?) 

If Chris is at home, he’ll pick you up from work. And if you both feel extra lazy, you’ll stop at a Drive Thru and eat dinner in the parking lot, with the radio on low just laughing and talking about your day. Chris thinks your cooking is the best and its true because he burns everything, he touches so he’ll watch you cook, and you’ll chat with the music on in the background. You always finish the day with a glass wine and him a beer. Then you’ll both make your way to the couch in your pyjamas for your evening cuddle and movie. 

O is for Outings (What are they like with you in public? PDA etc)

Chris loves taking you out and showing you off and he’s not afraid to steal a kiss on the carpet or let his hand wander down to your ass. He always has you close and is holding your hand or your waist. If you’re waiting in line for something he’ll wrap his arms around, you so you can lean back into him. When he’s had enough of photos, he’ll walk straight over to you and take you to a private spot so he an have a moment to breathe and just be with you. Sometimes you end up in the bathroom just the two of you so he can really let his stress out…

P is for Periods (How are they on your period? What do they do to help?)

He has sisters so he knows to shut the fuck up and do what you say. Kidding. But he’s very attentive to your needs and moods. Buying different types of tampons and pads so you have everything you need. Stocking your favourite chocolate and filling up your hot water bottle. He’s a seasoned pro so he knows exactly which spot on your back to massage to help with the cramps. 

 Q is for quality time (how do they like to spend with you?) 

He doesn’t care if you’re just brushing your teeth or doing your makeup he will come in and get comfy on the toilet seat so he can just watch you do your thing. His favourite activities with you (besides sex) are walking Dodger or watching a movie on the couch. He loves all the time he gets with you in his arms or beside him.

R is for remember (what is their favourite moment in your relationship?) 

He has a million moments that make him happy. The first time he saw you holds a special place in his heart, but his favourite is the first time Dodger met you. You were wearing white pants and Dodger came fresh from rolling in mud, ran up to you and jumped all over your white pants. Chris tried to pull the excited pup off you and thought for sure you’d lose your shit at the fact your pants were now ruined, covered in muddy paw prints. But you just laughed and got on your knees to give Dodger kisses and cuddles. He was shocked at first but he fact you cared more about matching Dodger’s excitement then the state of your pants told him for sure you were a keeper.

 “Shit! Your pants I’m so sorry omg Dodger… down… hey down boy!”

“Don’t worry about it they’re just pants ha-ha… oh my gosh... halloo… whose this handsome boy…huh.. who’s a good boy? You are just the cutest thing!”

 Yeah, love at third date. For sure. 

 S is for security (how protective are they? how would they protect you?)

Chris is very protective in general and installed a whole new security system when you moved in with him for good measures. He’s always on edge if the paparazzi are around or a crowd of fans start to form, he’ll have a tight grip on your hand and always walks in front hoping to shield you from any questions or flashing lights. He is not afraid to put his hand out and push them aside, so you have enough room to walk and breathe. He’ll open the car door and help you in, standing in front until you are safely in the car. When on the red carpet he gets a little anxious when they want solo shots, and you have to stand to the side, but Megan is always right beside you and you’re always in his line of sight. While he has strict rules around what reporters can ask or say about you, there have been times when he’s had to outright tell them to fuck off if they made a rude remark about your looks or your intentions. He’d be furious if anyone pushed boundaries and made you uncomfortable or worse you got hurt, especially if he wasn’t there.

T is for Try (how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?) 

Chris is over the top in everything he does. Whether its spontaneous trips for anniversaries or generous gifts to celebrate your smallest work achievements. He knows what you like and makes sure to incorporate that into everything you do. You tell him one time about a wine you like? Great he’s booked a weekend trip to the winery with a private tour and personalised bottle. You miss your best friend? She’s on the first flight out and he got you both a spa weekend. Those rice Krispy treats you like? There’s a Costco pack of 50 in the garage. He’s constantly listening and acting on your every want and wish. He has the money why not spend it on the person he loves most is his motto. 

U is for Upset (how do they act when you're upset? how do they act when they're upset?) 

He’s very in tune with your emotions so when you go quiet or get upset about something he’s immediately at your side offering cuddles. He tries to comfort you as best as he can and knows you’ll get annoyed if he starts offering solutions or try to fix it instead of listening so he lets you cry it out and relax until you can attack the problem in a better headspace. 

Chris can be a huge grumpy pants so you know the best remedy is just stretching out your arms so he can come be the little spoon. Unlike you, he wants you to give reasons why it’s all going to be ok as you stroke his hair. 

V is for Vacation (Where does he take you on vacation?)

Private and quiet is he go to vacation with you. He likes taking you warm places so you can be in a bikini 24/7 but when you just need to reconnect and get away from the city it’s always a secluded cabin with a hot tub. Disney is great but that’s more a family thing. Vacations with you are more intimate and romantic. Good food and lying around are two of your favourite things so as long as it has that you’re both content. 

W is for Wildcard (a random headcanon for them.) 

If there is one thing Chris hates at home its wearing clothes. If it’s just you two he’ll walk around the kitchen butt ass naked. He says its ideal because at any moment you want to do it, he’s ready to go. He thinks the most amazing thing is how the couch feels when you’re naked and he even convinced from time to time to drop your robe and just go naked. 

X is for XOXO (What text does he send the most?)

“Did you feed Dodger?”

“Where is that belt that <I wore one time and looks like all my other belts>?”

“Did you order another package there are like 50 at the door.”

“Coffee?”

“When are you home, I’m bored”

“Got a surprise for ya ;)”

“<dick pic> do you like it?”

“Love ya peach <3”

A bazillion selfies from set or photos of Dodger looking cute. 

Y is for Yearning (What does he do when he misses you?)

He’d pack you in his suitcase and take you with him everywhere if he could, but he knows that isn’t possible with your work. So, he puts up photos of you two in his trailer and takes one of your t-shirts and your panties and carries a miniature bottle of your perfume with him to smell when he misses you. He also facetimes you at least twice a day to see Dodger and catch up. He misses you like crazy but whenever there is a break in the schedule, he’s on the first flight home to see you. Even if it means he arrives at 3am and only has 12 hours to lay in bed with you. 

Z is for zzz (what is a sleep habit of theirs?) 

Chris runs hot but insists on cuddling the whole night so while it might be uncomfortable, and you wake up sweating you know it makes him happy spooning you the whole night and snoring in your ear. Sometimes you’re on either end of the bed with Dodger smack bang in the middle of you two. But you prefer in winter when you can cuddle up to Chris’s side and he wraps his arm around you, and you don’t wake up a sweaty mess. Chris has a habit of waking up in the middle of the night with a hard on in which case if he’s unable to go back to sleep he’ll rub it against your ass and shake you a little until you wake up and then he acts all innocent like he’s been asleep the whole time and since you’re both awake might as well take care of it. He doesn’t know you know exactly what he’s playing. 

Maybe....no he did he wanted to hate himself

Warnings 18+ just incase sadness depression, unhappiness dissacosiation mentions of death, brief mention of a wife just being asleep sleeping next to her husband, I guess some self disctruction

Its a part of my Maybe series.....I've had this in my drafts for a while I finally decided to post it. It's not edited. Here's the first maybe

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princess Oversear of the Universe

Maybe Iitterally pick whoever to fill the him. Warnings: a character death and some depression a lot of angst. 18+ just incase Do NOT re

He had used one of those apps to see what thier kids would like. And as he stared his thumb ran over the screen gently like if he was caressing his child's face he thought

"Maybe... maybe....."

"Maybe that life is over maybe its truly over. Maybe what we had is be is gone forever. The man I was is gone." He remembered her dragging him to a museum for a date but he only agreed because she really wanted to go. And he loved it. He liked no loved the look of pure adoration on her face as she studied the strokes and the shading. She studied the painting and he studied what he considered to be the truly beautiful work of art before him, her. Light and shadow That was her favorite thing to look at how everyone used diffrent colors to highlight and contour. Funny as he became a shadow of himself He went to a museum the other day. He wanted to love it he wanted so bad to love it. And he did love it the painting gthat is because it reminded him of her but he wanted so bad to love it like he did before. to turn and see her face next him , to try and get as close as she could. He longed for her to use him as a pole or tree to steady herself so she could use lean in as close as she could without falling past the line the museum didn't want people to cross. That what he loved . Thats what he wanted. But he wasn't that. He wasn't that man because he didn't have her. He realized he may just never be that man again. And he hated himself for it all, for not being there, for wanting her back for pretending to be someone else to get close to her.

Then he realized he is someone else. And he wanted to hate himself. He came to the conclusion he deserved to. Because by not being with there with her that night he destroyed her life too and everything she had and he knew she would hate him for ruining what she could have had in her life now. They could have had kids by now. She could have had so much more than what she has now and he knows how happy she was. He would see it each and every morning as he'd wake up before her and he loved the smile on her face as she slept. Especially when she slept his chest she would have the biggest smile as she slept

"She always looked so happy" he though and he wondered how much if that smile still remained. And how much of that smile he had taken from her.

He hated himself.

He really hated himself. And he wanted to... too... have a better reason because he hated a man who lost everything for nothing.

He wanted to be hated.

He wanted to be hated so he wasn't alone in his hate.

He did something he'd never do and made sure he'd be hated . He decided that man was dead and gone. Dead so she could live and he accepted that. And he wanted no trace of that man's idiotic self in him. So he did what they wanted. What he people wanted. He dated. He dated someone he never would someone he wouldn't even be in the same room with if things if his wife was still his.. and boy did he put himself into that part. He looked so happy in the photos but everyone he took he remembers thinking this is what I want I want to be hated and his face was happy when he did that. So happy. No one could know. No one would ever know the reason behind those smiles and looks of joy. It was simply a man who knew what he wanted and knew he was getting it.

Then he went on his Instagram account. He looked at the comments and was happy...happy he was hated as much as he hated himself. He then went o look at hers and he couldn't find it. He searched her name under followers and nothing came up. He went to his first he only used for family and then searched for her-he found her. She had blocked him

Now he really had lost her.

He slid off the couch onto the floor and cried he lost her.

He morned the man he left behind when he signed his sould away to the devil, no not the one who let her live but the one he was now tied to

He mourned her. She was now really lost. He knew. When she did something like thst she was angry sad upset hurt and held onto it like an elephant. And he knew what her thoughts would be seeing his face. He betrayed her. And he felt like shit but he wanted to. He wanted to.

Maybe one day she would forgive him.

Maybe one day he would- no no he would never forgive himself. He didn't want to. He had no right to. He made his bed, he dug his grave-and he was already covered with dirt on his head.

Maybe one day he would be or she would or something would change but he created a whole new man and he couldn't even bring himself to do the right thing. Maybe in another universe. He imaginer discussions with her but none of them he could find the words she would use to forgive him because he knew he wouldn't. He knew what her lines were and he crossed them

She was really not.... now it wasn't a maybe....

She was lost

But maybe he wasn't

Maybe......

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hello there :) i was wondering are you still accepting request?

I am! It’s been crazy that I haven’t got anyone new ones. My inbox is almost empty so then I’ll start working on my series but yes I am still taking requests and always checking my inbox!! 💕☘️

Chris x reader being really tight friends.

Like they hold hands, hug, forehead/cheek kisses.

They go to an award show, reader is friendly flirting with a Co star of Chris.

He sees it while giving an interview.

When he finishes he comes up from behind, hugs reader close to him and kisses readers cheek. He's slightly jealous...

Media goes wild...

Both phones blow up. Speculations about secret relationship...

Something like that. Thanks 😘

Because I Want You

WARNINGS: Swearing, big mad Chrissy, little angst, jealous Chris

DISCLAIMER: All characters and events written, even those based on real people are entirely fictional and are no representation or comment of said characters in real life. 

“How you feeling?” Chris placed his hand on your knee in the limo, rubbing small circles with his thumb over the expensive fabric, desperate to feel your skin. 

“I might die from excitement! Did I say thank you? because this is a dream come true.” 

“You’ve only said thank you 500 times… but once again you’re welcome and for the final time I wanted you to come because there was no way I was doing this alone.” 

“I know I’m just super excited to rub shoulders with celebrities.” You bit your lip, shaking your head in disbelief. 

“You know I’m considered a celebrity, right?” 

“Yeah, but a REAL celebrity not my guy best friend who despite being a movie star is still in my mind the 12-year-old boy who pinned my down and threatened to lick me unless I gave him the last cookie.”

 “Classic move. Worked every single time.” Chris sat smugly.

“You’re disgusting” you glared at him.

“Yet you love me.” He moved a hair out of your face and kissed you on the cheek. 

“Do I look good?” You gestured at your dress,

“For the 20th time you look fucking amazing” Chris’s eyes scanned your body like he had done many times this evening, but this time felt like he could openly admire how you looked in the dress. Your boobs and curves filled it out in a way not many women could master, you looked sexy and classy. 

 “Ok good I just wanted to hear you say it again, also because Henry Cavill is going to be there and omg that man is just… swoon” You smiled, jokingly fanned your face. 

Chris’s hand gripped your knee a little tighter. “Yeah. he will be…” His voice got a little quieter as he looked out of the window, slightly taken aback by the comment about his co-star. 

Noticing the car coming to a stop, he prepared himself to step out.

“It’s showtime baby, now remember I’ll be right next to you the whole time but when I have to do an interview go stand near my assistant, so I know where you are, ok?” 

“Yeah, yeah I get it come on!” You pushed him out of the car, his eyes rolling at your eagerness as he moved around to your door and opened it up for you. 

Holding out his hand to help you out of your seat. You were immediately met to the sounds of screams and flashing lights. 

Your hand still firmly on Chris’s as he eased you towards the carpet, he dropped it monetarily to wrap it around your waist, putting you in a secure position close to him.

You posed in front of the sea of photographers, increasingly more aware that you’re getting 1000 photos taken of you at once, you go tight in Chris’s grip.  

Noticing the instant tension of your body at the scene in front of you, he moved his mouth down, kissing your temple “relax, they’ll love you.” He whispered against your head. 

You gave him a small smile moving towards his ear “I’m shitting myself.” You whispered in his ear, his head immediately fell back in a roar of laughter “don’t worry me too babe” he said, smirking at you. 

“Chris, we need you for an interview can you come over here please.” 

“I’ll be 5 minutes.” He squeezed your waist in reassurance, kissing your cheek quickly as he moved to the handheld mic, and you sulked to the side-lines.

Taking the moment to catch your breath and take in the scene of chaos around you, a hand pressed gently on your shoulder blade. 

“Apologies, I just had to talk to the rumoured woman of the hour.” A suave British accent startled you out of your haze. 

Your eyes widened at the gorgeous man who had appeared behind you, his tall, muscular figure, looking down on you was contrasted by his soft eyes and charming smile. 

“Don’t apologise… woman of the hour?”

“Seems everyone’s talking about that dress…” He gestured to your navy-blue number. 

“Well, I was worried about whether it would be ok for this kind of thing, I’m not really used to it.” 

“I think it’s more than ok; I’d say it’s brilliant, especially on you.” His piercing gaze never left yours as his tongue peaked out to wet his lower lip, admiring the sight of you. 

Your eyes were firmly fixed on Henry’s, lost in the intense eye contact so you didn’t notice the fidgety Chris, stuttering to answer questions as he neck stretched out, trying to reach your eyes. His jaw tightened at the sight of you and Henry, jealously burned in his stomach as he watched his co-star undress you with his eyes. 

Trying not to show his annoyance but it was clear his mind was half in the interview, giving vague answers of “oh yeah” “it’s great, it’s brilliant, ya know…” eyes skating towards you constantly as he shoved his fidgeting hands in his pockets, shifting his weight back and forth on his feet.

“Where are my manners, I’m Henry.” He held out a hand, you placed yours in his, where the size difference between the two become obvious. He sandwiched your hand softly between both of his, shaking slightly but never letting go. 

“Oh, I know. Y/N, I’m a friend of Chris’s.”

“Friend, you say? Oh well that’s good news, I thought maybe you two were...” 

“Chris and me? Oh no we are just-“ you were interrupted as strong hands wrapped around your waist pulling you towards his chest, hoping you’d ease into his grip. His mouth going to the skin between your jaw and your shoulder, placing a soft, wet kiss. 

“Hey baby, I see you’ve met Henry.” 

“Ahh Chris, hi! Yeah, she’s great we were just talking about you.” Henry got visibly nervous and confused seeing the sudden affection between the two of you. 

Blush rose to your cheeks in embarrassment. 

“Oh really! Awesome well seems Y/N here forgot about this thing we have to go do…”

“I… what…” you looked back at Chris, confusion all over your face.

“Yeah, the thing inside, come on. But hey! we’ll see you after, man. Alright?” Chris was smiling and charismatic but the look in his eyes was a clear, stern stare of “she’s mine, back off.”

The men shared a silent conversation with their eyes, marking a clear understanding that you couldn’t quite decipher. 

“Yeah, of course, lovely to meet you again, Y/N hope you enjoy the night.” His hand rubbed the back of neck, unsure of whether he should kiss you goodbye but not wanting to further anger the territorial bear that was Chris right now. 

Chris pulled you by your arm inside and towards a secluded hallway away from wandering eyes and all the noise. 

“What the fuck was that about? Chris you just ruined my chances with Henry Cavill!” 

“Good! What the fuck was that? I’m giving an interview and can’t give you attention for 5 minutes, so you go off and find someone else? Sorry I didn’t know Henry fucking Cavill was your best friend for 25 years and that he took you to a major award show as his date!” 

“We were talking Chris! It’s not like I was playing tonsil tennis on the carpet - what has gotten into you? You don’t own me! I can flirt with whoever I want! Why do you always have to ruin every chance I get with a guy because you’re so miserable being single you can’t stand to see someone else happy!” 

“Because I want to be with you!” 

You paused in shock at his sudden confession. 

“I’ve been in love with you since middle school for fucksakes and you never noticed. I saw you and Henry and fuck it yeah, I got jealous, I couldn’t stand. I’m sorry I ruined it for you, I just-“ 

You cut him off by planting a strong kiss on his lips. He instantly relaxed, hands falling to your waist as you ran your hands through his hair, deepening the kiss. 

You pulled out looking up at him “I don’t want Henry Cavill.”

“You were trying to make me jealous?” He looked at you quizzically. 

You nodded slowly. “It worked though, didn’t it?” 

He shook his head and tutted “You are something else you know that?” Before grabbing your face and planting another kiss on you.

What you thought was a private intimate moment turned out to be filmed by some intern peaking around the corner. Turns out you too loud mouths weren’t as quiet when you were fighting as you thought. 

 Chris Evans and Y/N… FINALLY confirmed

 Best Friends to Lovers Trope but in Real Life Hollywood: Chris Evans & Y/N L/N

Chris Evans professes love in viral video!   

24 Photos of Chris Evans & Y/N L/N that told us they were never just “best friends”

25 Tweets that perfectly described how we felt about the Chris Evans & Y/N L/N “Nicholas Sparks” Moment 

“Because I want to be with you!” Chris Evans pours his heart out to long time best friend

Chris Evans & Y/N L/N confirm relationship through Reps

“I’m glad they got that moment on camera; we’ll show it at the wedding.” Chris Evans shows no angst towards secret filmer of intimate moment between him and Y/N L/N. 

Most Wanted Woman in Hollywood: 10 facts about the woman who had Henry Cavill and Chris Evans fighting over her! 

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Hey!! So I just watched the Grey Man yesterday and I had an idea… could you write a Lloyd Hansen x daughter reader story?? Like he is the trained hit man but he is also raising a toddler at the same time but people don’t know and he has to take her to the office and his co workers are shocked at how soft and gentle he can be. 100% your choice

hi! I'm sorry this took so long, I hope you like it!

summary - it's lloyd's turn to look after your kid.

warning - cuteness.

the gif I use isn't mine.

Lloyd ignored the looks he got when he walked into his office with his daughter on his hip. He walked over to his chair. Placing down the things his daughter needs and loves before he takes a seat, places her on his lap and smiles at her.

“Oh, munchkin. Don’t you look adorable! Why don’t we take a picture and send mummy a photo of your outfit? Huh?” He grins, booping her nose, his smile getting wider when she giggles. Lloyd takes his phone out, putting his face next to his daughters as he faces the camera toward them. His fingers tickle her chubby tummy causing her to let out giggles. “Say cheese, munchkin!” He snaps the photo and is in awe at how adorable she is.

“Just going to send this to mumma. Do you think she’ll like the bear outfit I picked for you?” He sends the photo, pressing a big kiss to her chubby cheeks. “Course she will. You look adorable!” 

She makes grabby hands at him, squishing his cheeks as she babbles. “Dada! Dada! Funny!” She giggles as she looks at his moustache. 

Lloyd raises his eyebrow, tickling her tummy. “You little! You think daddy's moustache is funny, huh?” He places kisses on her face before looking down at her lovingly. “I love you, munchkin. Remember that mumma and I will do whatever it takes to give you the world.”

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