#Chris answers asks

[arthur-in-time]

This man really desperate for that Doctor guy huh

.....no,, why would you think that..

[fredmundo]

Eddie just taking buck to a sex club because wh not gotta test out the new skills somehow without seeming in love (which doesn't work because eddie will not share)

eddie would not share<3 facts anon.

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Chris answers asks

Haven't watched too many of them. Magni, Altare, Shinri, Bettel, and Vesper is all I've seen of the guys but I love them all equally for different reasons.

Well, I now know most of the older JP and EN teams after just watching a few clips of Fauna, so I say pretty deep.

I'm glad to be in. And A-Chan is the GOAT. It's also absolutely mind boggling that I'm only a year older than her, yet she's done so much.

Haven't seen too much of her tbh, so I can't say. Though to answer any potential asks, this is who I consistently watch (be it clips or actual VODs): Fauna, Bae, Mumei, Vesper, Bettel, Magni, Altare, Marine, Subaru, Pekora, Suisei, Sora, A-Chan/Nodoka

I still write for Engage/play it! I just actually need to get to that myself before I add it in. Lord knows I'm not doing my poor masterlist any favors.

He's in the walls...

I have seen it played, but not played it myself. I feel like I would as well, but that's in the "maybe eventually" list of being played.

[mattslolita]

bff! chris who eats you out as a ‘joke’

EEEKKKKK dpwm....

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bff!chris . . . who would say, "wouldn't it be funny if i ate you out?" he's looking at you lazily, arm resting behind yours on the couch as he looks at you, a smirk etched on his features. you'd look at him with wide eyes, shocked that he would say that to you. "i mean, chris's that's not exactly fu-" "no, it'd be funny," he waves you off, hand coming down to dance along your thighs.

bff!chris . . . who has an idea of how his simple touch affects you. he'd seen the lingering stares you gave him, driving you crazy, even. he wasn't stupid, he never missed the way you'd have to clench your thighs whenever he got a little too close to you — and he was gonna use it to his advantage, have his fun with you.

bff!chris . . . who would smirk as you stare at in disbelief, yet he sees the way you clench your thighs when his hand gently grips the flesh of your exposed skin, cause of course you were barely fuckin' covered up around him. "c'mon, it'd be funny, yeah?"

bff!chris ... who's already leaning down to position himself in between your legs, whilst you mumble a quick, "so, so funny..." you watch him nervously, his eyes trained on you as he slowly discards your shorts from under you, chuckling when he sees the lacy panties you're wearing underneath them — a wet patch already resides there, and he tsks, running his hand over them, eliciting a quiet gasp from you.

bff!chris . . . who would say, "looks like m'not the only one who liked the joke, yeah?" he smirks, yanking your panties down from under you, which caused another gasp to leave your lips.

bff!chris . . . who it immediately entranced by your glistening folds, having liked you ready and waiting for him much more than he thought — part of him wants to tease you, take his time since he knows how much control he has over you at the moment. but he looks up at your impatient expression, eyes blown wide as you sit there, biting your lip in anticipation.

bff!chris . . . who wastes no time in diving right in, his lips attaching to your clit, which pulls a breathy whine from you. it's a sound he could get used to more often, his hands gripping the plush of your thighs as he laps at your cunt like a man starved. your hands tug at his curls that frame his face, and he grunts, sending vibrations through your pussy as his tongue does figure eights inside of your throbbing cunt.

bff!chris ... who feels the heat rush to his dick as your legs tighten around his head, urging him on — he adds one of his digits inside your already puffy cunt. "f-fuck, oh m'gosh chris..." you'd whine, throwing your head back in pleasure as his tongue works wonders inside of you, his digit curling and hitting just the right spots.

bff!chris ... who wants to see your face as you're on the brink of your orgasm. "can feel your legs shakin' angel...s'close, huh? thas it, wan' you to let go f'me..." his eyes are glued on you as he continues to eat you out, curling his finger inside you.

bff!chris ... whose cock twitches in his pants when you scream, "shit, shit, fuck, m'cumming!" you let out a lewd moan as your legs shake violently, and you cum all over his face, leaving your juices glistening all over his pretty mouth.

bff!chris ... who nearly overstimulates you as he laps up your juices, having not had enough of your taste just yet. you squeal and push his head away, and he comes up with a grin as he wipes the remainder of your juices that drip from his chin, and he shoves those fingers inside of your mouth, letting you taste yourself.

bff!chris ... who would say, "now how bout' you put that pretty mouth round' my dick for shits and giggles?"

[girl4music]

SCRIPT: *Gabrielle kisses a male character*

RENEE: "Nope, rewrite it. Gabrielle is not doing that. Gabrielle wouldn't kiss a male character at this point in the show."

SCRIPT: *Gabrielle kisses a female character*

RENEE: "Look, that's certainly consistent with Gabrielle's character at this point in the show but why would she kiss some random woman she's just met?"

SCRIPT: *Gabrielle kisses Xena*

RENEE: "Oh fantastic! This is absolutely something Gabrielle would do. Finally me and Lucy get to smooch. Bring it on!"

It honestly floors me that the only time Gabrielle had a proper kiss scene past seasons 1&2 it was with Xena because that’s the only one Renee allowed to happen.

[vinndas]

Chris redfield....please.........hes my boy....my little guy.....

will you accept my beloved RE8 Chris.... hes so done being a protagonist and I respect that

[ssphiree]

met a bunch of red dwarf people at cons recently & have been collecting their autographs on my hamburger telephone

so far its been signed by doug naylor, hattie hayridge, craig charles, chris barrie, mark williams and danny john jules :D

[ramp-it-up]

All I Want

Paring: Mob Boss! Steve Rogers x Reader

Word count: 3.4 K

Summary: Steve has left you alone for a week with no explanation. Will you let him back into your life?

Warnings: 18+ As always, MINORS DNI, SMUT, Lil bit of ANGST. A lot of FLUFF Not Beta’d. All mistakes my own. A slap on the face, organized crime, implied violent retaliation, Bucky’s arm injury implied, Steve simping for reader, reader watching porn, sloppy toppy, gagging, swallowing, coached masturbation, oral (m/f receiving) fingering, nipple play, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it up!) breeding kink, size kink, violence (due to mob world).

A/N: This is a bonus for  #DJ’sAllIWant4KChristmas and based on this ask and any other requests for a part 2 to Try a Little Tenderness. Here it is babes, I hope you like it as much as the first part. Happy New Year! 🍾

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Sam came, and he watched as you paced in your closed store the first day after the dust up at DUMBO. He told you minimal information, just that Bucky was alive and that he was going to stay there per Steve’s ‘request’ until he asked him to leave.

“I’m opening my store today.”

“No. You are not.”

Sam was usually nice, with that beautiful smile on display whenever he picked up Steve’s gifts. But now, he was steadfast.

You were hot. Not only at Steve for not telling you the whole story, but at everyone.

You couldn’t just sit around all day. You walked up to Sam and stood toe to toe.

“Take off that expensive jacket.”

You had an apron with the store logo in your hand.

Hours later, Sam took a break from helping you do store inventory to take a call. You kept working as he stepped into the back room. Then, you walked back to listen.

You peeked around your corner to see Sam letting out a sigh of relief.

“Good. At least that’s progress? He squeezed your hand?”

He paused.

“I know he has a long way to go, but you know Buck’s a fighter.”

“…Yes. Steve. I’m trying, but you know she’s stubborn…She’s okay. She’s a pistol, and she’s working me to death. She’s pissed at you though. At all of us. Yeah… I don’t think I can protect you from that. I’ll tell her it will be a while…”

You went back to your spreadsheet feeling some kind of way. Steve had time to call Sam, but not you. Okay.

Sam stepped out of the back room.

“Bucky’s alive. He was very badly injured, his left arm is…”

Sam paused, looking at you warily.

You looked back at him relieved, yet anxious at the same time.

“Let’s just say that he has a long road.”

You nodded and swallowed.

“What about Steve?”

You hated yourself for asking Sam. You should have been talking to Steve. But you couldn’t help it.

“He’s fine. Just has some… work to do right now.”

Your stomach dropped and you lifted your chin.

“What Steve does with his time has nothing to do with me, Sam. I don’t own him and he certainly does not own me.”

You were ready to fight.

“It’s not like we’re in a relationship. Steve’s fine, Bucky’s alive. So you can go now.”

You looked him in the eye so that he could get the message.

Sam shook his head.

“That’s not gonna happen Y/N.”

You glared at him.

“Tell your Boss that I’m sending you back.”

Sam advanced upon you, but you knew he wouldn’t hurt you.

“Learn this, Y/N. Steve’s not my Boss. He’s my friend, and just like Bucky, he’s my partner. I'm doing him a favor making sure you’re alright. That’s what friends do. You can’t send me back.”

You two stared at each other. This must be what it was like to have a brother.

“You know you’re very annoying.”

“Same, lady.”

You fought the urge to laugh and wanted to stick your tongue out at him.

“Get back to work. We have the entire stockroom to count.”

Sam shook his head and obliged.

Six days later, on Christmas Eve, the bell rang, signaling someone opening the door. You turned with a smile to greet the customer to see Steve standing there.

It was liked the wind was knocked out of you.

Steve stood there, staring at you, looking very tired, but with those same sparkling blue eyes. And he had the nerve to smile at you.

“Can I have the usual?”

He was a sight for sore eyes. You’d spent the week worried and frustrated, in addition to mad as hell. But he looked so damn good.

You walked over to Steve, and gazed up at him as he beamed down on you. You did the only thing you could think to do.

You slapped him.

“How dare you!”

Sam, who was in his apron behind the register, audibly gasped, because it didn’t end well with the last woman who slapped Steve. She’d ended up climbing out of a dumpster where Steve had unceremoniously placed her.

You looked over at Sam.

“Here is your friend, Sam. Talk to him. Because I certainly won’t.”

Steve’s heart was beating a mile a minute as he rubbed his face. That fire pent up inside you signaled a need for release. He watched you hungrily as you left, then turned back to Sam.

You stormed upstairs toward your apartment, hearing the beginnings of thier conversation.

“I thought we agreed to keep the store closed, Sam.”

“Well, the store’s owner might have a little to say to that. Have you ever tried to get her to do something she didn’t want to do?…”

You went upstairs, straight to the kitchen, reaching for your liquor cabinet. It was only noon, but you needed a drink.

You heard the door open behind you and did not turn around. You heard his steps into the kitchen, but you were immovable.

“Pour me one?”

You reached for a glass and slammed it down on the counter next to you, then poured some Uncle Nearest into it. You still didn’t look at him, but you shivered as he stepped behind you, nearly touching you to reach around for the glass, but only sharing his body heat.

“I deserve your anger, Ambrosia, But at the beginning, I genuinely thought that you knew who I was. I mean….”

You spun around, eyes full of fire, facing down Steve’s desire for you. And there was something else in his eyes. But you launched in nevertheless.

“At no time over dinner, or while you were sweet talking me into bed, did you mention that you were the head of an international crime organization. And then you put my business in danger. And apparently my life???”

Steve sighed and scrubbed his face.

“I know you’re angry, Baby, but you gotta listen to me.”

You closed your mouth and crossed your arms.

Steve’s face softened. At least you weren’t running away.

“I said at the beginning I thought you knew who I was. But then I realized that you didn’t know me as Steve Rogers the big bad dude, I was just that one customer who was sweet on you and sent gifts. And that made me fall for you even more.”

When he said ‘fall for you,’ your eyes went to his.

“Yeah, I said it.”

“Steve…”

You were trying to remain upset, but he was so sincere. Your resolve was weakening.

“Fall for me? You haven’t spoken to me in a week, Steve. You called Sam every day but…”

“I had work to do. Bucky was injured and he was touch and go. And I had to take care of… I had to take care of some things.”

He looked at you and slowed down.

“You had work to do? So did I. But you told me to close my store. You couldn’t have taken a few minutes to call, to text? I figured I didn’t mean as much to you as I thought.” 

You looked down at your dirty chucks, and at Steve’s Ferragamos.

Steve moved closer and tilted your head up by your chin. The electricity from his fingers was almost too much.

“No, Ambrosia.”

Steve’s eyes were wild now, and desperate. He wanted you to understand so badly, but he knew it would seem outlandish.

“You mean so much more. I fell for you because there were no expectations. I kept buying you gifts and you kept sending them back. And I thought you didn’t want me. But then when I asked you on a date and you accepted, I realized that…”

“…That all I want is you.”

You looked up at him and bit your lip. Steve could hardly contain himself.

“I can listen to you, Steve. And I would have listened if you called.”

Steve leaned down and kissed your lips softly. He groaned when you yielded to him, opening your mouth and peeking out your little tongue. He wanted to ravage you, but first, you had to understand.

“You’ve got to know. You’ve got to know that you change me Ambrosia. With you I am a different man. I couldn’t call you because you make me weak.”

Steve kissed your frown and started talking again.

“With you, weak is a good thing. I am gentle, I am kind. I am patient.”

Steve looked into your eyes. 

“I am in love.”

You gasped. 

“Steve…”

“You gotta listen. When I left, all I could think about, besides Bucky, was you. Your smile, your wit, your laugh, your body. How it felt to make love to you. To be inside you. To make you cum. Do you remember, do you remember how it felt?”

You smiled and nodded, playing with the St. Christopher’s medal around his neck.

“Look at me. Do you remember? Use your words.”

You clenched at his command. And you obeyed.

“Yes, Steve. I remember. I was sore for three days.”

Your admission and the new huskiness in your voice made him pull you closer and you could feel the pulsing in his pants. You also felt his heart beating in his chest.

“Fuck, Ambrosia. You make me wanna ruin you again.”

The way you looked at him indicated that you wanted the same. Steve felt his knees almost give out. He chuckled.

“See? You make me weak in the knees. Thoughts of you make me soft. And for what I had to do, I couldn’t be. D’you understand?”

You tried to think rationally. You knew what he was saying without saying it. He had to do horrible things. You watched the news this past week. You knew what Steve was responsible for. But you didn’t care. Bucky was always nothing but kind to you. And he was Steve’s best friend.

You thought about what you would have done in this situation. You looked back up at Steve.

“I understand.”

You bit your lip again.

“And I am still standing here with you because it is too late for me to tell you to leave. I endured Sam sleeping on my couch for a week and protecting me because I love you too, Steve. I think I have been in love with you for months now. And then, last week...”

Your hands moved to slip his jacket off his shoulders, kneading them and feeling the tension there. Steve’s eyes sought yours again.

“You love me too?”

“Yes, are you tired?”

“Exhausted, but… You want me to stay?”

“Yes…”

Your hand was on the outside of Steve’s pants, grasping his hardness and making him groan, knowing that he was leaking in his underwear. His hands moved up your sides and lifted you up to sit on the counter.

He dove into your neck, inhaling your scent and giving you gentle kisses that made you arch your back and your breasts into his chests. Then, he started sucking hickeys into you as his hands came up to knead and grasp you, and to tease your nipples with his thumbs.

“All week I’ve gone to bed and woken up rock hard to visions of you. Didn’t wanna jack off. I need you Ambrosia. Need to see you cum again. Need to bury myself deep inside you. Need for you to hug me in all the ways. Need to see your beautiful body. Need to sleep with you in my arms. I’m tired. Tired of being without you.”

You nuzzled his ear, knowing that the only important thing right now was his need. And yours.

“Sounds like you need me to suck your dick.” 

You felt bold because he wasn’t looking at you.

The man literally growled in your ear and then picked you up, still wrapped around him like a vine, and carried you to your bedroom. He sat you down on your bed and looked down on you as you looked up at him.

“What did you say?”

Steve made sure to hold your head up so you could look him in the eye. Your eyes watered as you licked your lips and took a deep breath.

“I said, I want to suck your dick.”

“That’s… what I thought you said.”

Steve continued to hold your head by your chin, and stuck his thumb in your mouth as he undid his pants. You squirmed as you got wet at the sound of his belt clanging on the floor and sucked his thumb like it was going out of style.

Steve could hardly catch his breath for anticipation and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. He looked down at you as he pumped his massively hard cock in your face.

“I want to be very, very rough with you, but I’m not going to hurt you, Baby. You want this?”

Steve moved himself to within an inch of your lips.

“Please…” 

You made to move closer, but he held you fast. You almost felt his dick jump when you saw it. You squirmed again.

“Can you take it?”

You managed to extend your tongue and collect the drops of precum on his tip, making Steve shiver as his blazing eyes looked down on you.

“Fuck my face…”

“Holy!”

Steve grabbed both sides of your head as you opened wide and accepted him into your mouth.

“That hot little mouth, holy shit, Ambrosia. How do you…”

You concentrated and allowed him to push past your tonsils to your throat, then suckled him as he pulled out, tracing your tongue along the vein on the underside of his cock. You ran your hands up his sides, tracing his v cut and abs upward under his shirt. Steve scrambled to take it off, and then pulled you off of him to take your shirt off.

“Where did you learn that?”

Steve raised his eyebrow as you grabbed for him again. He tried to be gentle, but you wouldn’t allow it, as you bottomed out again.

This time when you pulled off, gasping you said one word, “Porn,” and then started slurping sloppily again.

Steve stood there, head thrown back as you took his hips and went to town.

“Thank goodness for technology.”

You hummed your agreement, and then went for the gold.

“Ho-ho-holyyyyy. I’m gonna, fuckkkk Ambrosia, I’m gonna…”

You started gagging louder and finally, Steve took your head in order to use your mouth for his pleasure.

“It’s gonna be a lot… “

Steve was looking down on you with lust and you basked in it.

“You gonna swallow?”

You nodded eagerly, as Steve bared his teeth with an effort to hold back. You played with his balls, and he couldn’t anymore.

“Swallow like a good… fucking… girl…”

With those three thrusts, Steve sent a torrent of spend past your lips. You gulped it down and Steve thought he’d died and gone to heaven. He fell to his knees and you hugged him, assenting to his kiss so that he could taste himself on you.

“Thank you for that. Now I can think straight.”

He moved to push you back on the bed. 

“So, my sweet Ambrosia has been watching porn, huh?”

“I missed you Steve. Missed your cock.”

Steve shook his head.

“I’m sorry, Baby. I’m so sorry.”

Steve was now taking off your shoes, pants, and panites. He kissed your thighs and spread your legs with his hands. He was looking deep into your intimate parts. 

“My little sweet flower. Still so beautiful. But now she’s so sloppy.”

Those blue eyes looked at you, and your cheeks warmed.

“What happened?”

That deep voice.

“You know, Steve…”

“You like sucking my cock, yeah?”

“Yes, I do. Been dreaming of it.”

Steve grunted. His cock coming back to life at your words.

“You been touching yourself?”

“I have, but nothing compares to you. Didn’t know if I would see you again. Was thinking of getting a toy.”

Steve looked angry for a second.

“Never doubt, as long as I have breath in my body. You will see me again.” 

His eyes flicked down your body, reminding you of possession.

“Show me how you touched yourself. I wanna watch. Will you let me watch you cum?”

You squirmed at the request.

“Ssteeevvveeee!”

“Don’t be shy. Look. I’ll join you.” 

Steve leaned up on his elbow and started stroking his dick, making you wetter than you already were.

You bit your lip and slid your hands from your tits down your sides, one moving back up to play with your nipple, and the other finding your clit. You licked your lips as your fingers played in your slippery slit and lubricated your button. The sound was pornographic as your movements indicated how wet you were.

You watched as Steve opened his mouth and moved his hand faster.

“Put your fingers inside, baby. Pretend they’re mine.”

You shivered as you obeyed and your thumb tuned your body to a marvelous frequency with Steve watching. It was so erotic. You started to cum when Steve started moaning. 

“How pretty. Y’look so pretty getting off. Pretty little fingers in that gorgeous hole. My sweet Ambrosia…”

He was descending toward your center, breath hot on your cunt.  He inhaled deeply, taking in the essence of you.

“Let me be your toy…”

And his lips wrapped around your vibrating clitoris, sliding it between his lips quickly at first, causing you to jump, then, when his strong hands held your thighs open, he suckled it completely into his mouth and used his tongue to try and suck the life out of you.

You screamed and Steve slipped a finger inside your tight hole, thrusting gently at first, and then  adding another finger and becoming more insistent in the quest for your orgasm.

You came very quickly, knees around his head before he pried them off and then held you open. Steve blew on your cunt to extend the sensations, and thrummed your clit while you begged him to stop. The quivers were extended as he came up and sucked your nipples, and pulling his hair only spurred him on longer.

When you finally, finally came down, your hoarse voice complained to, 

“All my stars and heavens, Steve!”

“How can you be so fucking cute and so damn sexy at the same time. My dream girl.”

Steve kissed your forehead as you grabbed his cock and started pumping.

“Gimme.”

Steve tried to frown at you.

“So demanding.”

“Steve please.”

“You want this dick?”

Your breathy “Yes!” almost made him almost cum in your hand. 

“You. Are going to be the death of me.”

Steve held your thighs in your hands and pushed them up beside you.

His stiff cock seemed to know the way home as he positioned himself at your entrance. He slid the thick head inside you as you keened as you knew his shaft was almost as thick.

“You okay, Baby?”

“Hnnngh.. Oh Steve…give me more…”

Steve almost exploded at your face and the way you were squeezing him.

“Okay.. I don’t really wanna… hurt…”

“Hurt me pleaseeeee.”

“Shiiiitttttttt.”

Steve slid into your very wet canal and stayed there as you wrapped all of your limbs around him as you got used to his girth again.

“I-I-I can’t… I’m gonna cum… inside… I can’t… you’re gripping me so… so so tight…”

“Mmmmmmghhh! Give me!”

And Steve started moving, slowly at first, and as you urged him on, faster and deeper.

“I had plans for how I was gonna… fuck…”

“Oh my god… Steve, I’m…”

“I wanted to go nice and slow… ohhhhhh…”

When he felt you quiver around him was when he started cumming.

“Fuck! It’s too soon… oh my god you feel so good…”

Steve buried his face into your neck, huffing and puffing as his cum spurted out of him and into your warm goodness. You felt every splash of his hot ejection inside you and briefly considered the consequences.

So did Steve.

“Oh shit, I came inside you.”

Steve looked pretty pleased with himself. You had to laugh.

“I can’t with you, Steve.”

“I believe you just did.”

You both chuckled as he kissed you and collapsed on the bed.

Steve pulled you close.

“Sam is probably down there dealing with customers…still got bills to pay. The lights, the mortgage…”

You were dumping the last thoughts out of your head as you were falling asleep.

“Not the mortgage anymore. Valkyrie bought it from Wells Fargo…”

Steve sighed and kissed you on the forehead, exhaustion finally catching up with him.

“Oh, ” You replied as you snuggled closer to him. 

And both of you fell into the warm embrace of deep sleep for an afternoon nap.

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[imyourbratzdoll]

ok ok this might be fluff and light smut where chris evans got invited by BuzzFeed for thirst tweet and one of them tweet is written by his girlfriend, reader

hello, sorry this took so long. I hope you enjoy it!

thanks to @royalsweetteaa for helping me with some of these!

gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

“Hello, everyone! I am Chris Evans, and I will be reading your thirst tweets!” He smiles nervously, just wanting to go home and hold you. Chris holds the blue bucket tightly as he puts a hand in, shuffling the small pieces of paper around. “Okay! Here’s the first one!”

Once he grasps one of the papers, he pulls it out and breaks into a chuckle. “I want to bury my face in Chris’s tits.” He shakes his head, “I’ll have to deny hellahornyforevans as I don’t think my girl would be too happy.” Chris gives the camera a dazzling smile, feeling some of his anxiousness disappearing as he puts his hand back into the bucket and pulls out another.

“Chris Evans can, like, stick his tongue down my throat, I guess.” Chris’s eyes widen, staring at the paper for a few seconds before his eyes slowly move to the camera. “Lovely offer, royalsweetsecret69. But again, I’ll have to pass!” 

“Okay, I’ll be doing one more before my girl manages to choke me through this thing.” Chris lets out a light laugh, winking at the camera. Knowing Y/n is on the other side, chuckling and shaking her head at him, sticking his hand back into the bucket for the last lucky thirst tweet. He pulls the paper out and looks at the username, eyes widening when he reads it.

Chris clears his throat, leaning back in his chair before reading what’s on the paper. “I want Chris Evans to clone himself, and I want Chris Evans and his clone to Eiffel Tower me.” Chris’s face goes red before he looks directly into the camera. “I mean… We could give it a go.” He laughs, leaning forward and onto the table in front of him. “Thank you, icallchrisdaddy, aka my girlfriend, Y/n L/n. Like I wouldn’t know your second Twitter account.” He lets out another laugh, this one louder than the first.

Chris looks at the camera with a big grin, “That’s all for tonight, thank you for your tweets, and I hope you all have a great day.” Once the camera is turned off and he says goodbye to the crew, he walks off with his phone in his hand and gives you a call. 

“Hi, baby! How was it?!” Chris smiles when your face pops into view, and your voice comes through the speakers. He gives you a playful glare.

“Did you have to give me a boner while I was doing that interview?” All he receives back is a cheeky smile, “you better be ready when I get home, baby girl. Because you won’t be walking for a week.”

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

[left-handed-spaghetti]

hav u drawn chrisginny on a swing holding hnads…. pls

OKIE DOKIE 👍

OH NOOO I DIDN’T EVEN SEE THE SWINGS PART UNTIL JUST NOW SO…

[arthur-in-time]

Hello, just wondering if you're still stuck in that same French prison?

Yeah :(

I'm lonely.

[shishkos]

pic to grab your attention

Okay now. Question for Wild Kratts(/the Kratt Brothers) fandom.. ... .. .. .

Q: Why did you join this fandom? Or how did you get into this fandom?

reblog for an answer!

[edith-hyde]

Hey, I don't know if you still up for it ot whether you have some rules about requests, but I've seen your post about doing Peter Hale x reader and others. And I'd really like to see your general dating headcanons with Peter Hale or Chris Argent💛

I've got so many ideas for a Peter Hale series! I hope to start posting it eventually. I will gladly do a dating headcanons for him. And I'll throw in Chris too. Everything here will be safe for work, of course. Enjoy!

Dating Peter Hale

He was so scared to tell you the truth about what he was, but when you found out, you didn't care.

He loves showing off his money. Expect expensive gifts.

But he's not a fan of huge crowds, so no big fancy dinners. He much prefers to eat in private with just the two of you. Or maybe at some small place.

Does NOT like candle lit dinners. Nor a yule log at Christmas. Or grilling out.

You and he learn how to cook together because he's so used to just buying all his meals. There's a lot of burned chicken, but also a lot of joy and laughter and making out in the kitchen. (That's why it burned.)

He's very touch starved. When you first start dating, he flinches every time you touch him. It takes some time, but eventually he can't keep himself from reaching for your hand or laying on your shoulder. He's heavy but you're fine with it.

He wants to make all the plans so you don't have to worry about anything. Just trust him to know what's best.

If you have family, they probably aren't too fond of him. He brings expensive wine to get-togethers though, so that might put him in their good graces if they like that kind of thing. If not, he'll depend on his usual charms. It might take awhile, but they'd eventually accept that he's here to stay.

Expect calls in the middle of the night. Or he might just show up. He doesn't sleep well and he needs comfort from the nightmares. If he hasn't slept the night before, he will curl up in your lap on your sofa and sleep. Stroking his hair really helps. When he's truly comfortable with you, he's prone to just falling asleep just so long as you're somewhere nearby. He especially likes to nap while you're driving.

Loves to just walk with you in the woods.

He's surprisingly knowledgeable about furniture and helps you decorate your house or apartment.

He wants everyone to know that you belong to him. He purposefully nuzzles into your hair to leave his scent on you. He loves giving you his jacket too. All the werewolves in town know you're taken.

Despite his bravado, he's constantly worried that you're going to leave him. He needs regular assurances that you love him.

He gets jealous easily. Your guy friends might wanna watch out. And you might have to have a long talk with Peter and get it through his head that they're not a threat to your relationship. Once he's 100% sure, this calms down. But he still doesn't like men fliting with you.

You help him rebuild his relationship with Malia and he loves you even more for it. The three of you sometimes get together and do dinner. You're there to console her when she and Scott break up and you have to keep Peter from going to LA and trying to kill Scott for a third time.

He constantly brags about having you to Derek and anyone else who will listen.

He will listen to you rant about work and the people that bother you. Then he'll offer to take them out. You assume he's joking, but sometimes, if they really upset you, he totally means it.

He will show up at your work and pester you. It's distracting, but you love seeing him.

His name for you in his phone is "My Queen".

He gives great skin care advice and has a wonderful sense of fashion. Also knows all the best hair care products. He loves to take you shopping for new stuff and buys everything. He gets broody if you won't let him shower you in gifts.

Sometimes when he's emotional, his eyes will turn blue and he will turn away because he's worried about scaring you. When you kiss him despite his fangs, he knows you truly don't care. You're even kinda into it much to his amusement.

If he upsets you, expect a huge vase of flowers. If you're not a flowers person, he gets chocolates or some kind of jewelry. He knows he can't buy your affections, but that isn't going to stop him from trying. He will eventually give a proper apology, but he hates admitting that he was wrong. Consider yourself lucky if he does.

Dating Chris Argent

He's the sweetest thing on the planet. His tired blue eyes and sad smile make you melt every time.

He lights up every time he sees you.

He lets you pick where you go to dinner, though he usually surprises you with a home made meal. This man can cook and you love it.

Brings you coffee or hot chocolate almost every morning.

Mows your grass and fixes your car for you without being asked.

You like to watch him clean his guns after a mission.

Sometimes comes home with some pretty gnarly wounds. You always clean him up and make him promise it won't happen again. But it keeps happening anyways. He hates to make you worry, but he has a job to do.

Early in your relationship, he constantly tries to run. He's afraid that if you love him, you'll die like everyone else has. It takes you awhile, but you eventually manage to convince him that you're not going anywhere.

Date night is just diner and a movie on his couch. He's not a fan of hanging out in public. But he will go to the park with you on sunny days. If you have an interest in guns, he'll take you to a shooting range.

He likes to just dance with you around the kitchen when he's in a really good mood.

He takes you on trips to France after you've been together for awhile, and shows you all the best places away from the crowds.

If you have any family, they are wary of him at first, but then they love him. He's so respectful. Your mom wants you to marry him tomorrow.

He has some trouble sleeping and can often be found sitting on his back porch, having a beer at night. If you show up, he finds it easier to get some rest.

He will always do his best to keep you safe. He might even train you how to fight if you ask.

If he does train you, you like to distract him while sparring by kissing him. It works every time.

He often has Scott and his friends over for dinner. You love having so many fun people around.

In a perfect world, Isaac comes and visits often and once accidentally calls you mom. Chris thinks it's hilariously adorable.

If he upsets you, he gives a sincere apology. You can't stay mad at those sad blue eyes no matter how hard you try.

[mattslolita]

how would chris react to bambi crushing on a celebrity

oh he's coo with that !! he know damn well bambi is HIS girl. yk, even if it was drew starkey...

"you talk about this man all the fuckin' time. what, you gonna marry him or some shit if ya had the chance?"

"chris! it's drew starkey! how could you ask me that?"

"you don't really fuck with me, i see how it is."

"boy shut up, and get over here!" *cue bambi sitting in chris's lap and attacking his face with kisses while he pettily decides not to wrap his arms around her😭*

[20nugs]

Tough Guy

matt sturniolo x reader

tw: angst kinda? but it gets better I swear

a/n: I have a love hate relationship with writing

I'm getting sick of Matt's tough guy attitude.

The constant ignoring, snarky remarks, and just overall his bad mood has really been getting to me lately. So, earlier today I decided I was going to talk to him.

"Matt?" I say, glancing over at him. He looks at me for a moment, the same irritated look on his face that he's been wearing for weeks.

"What?" His response is harsh.

"Can we talk about something?" I ask, putting my phone down.

"Like what?" He asks, scrolling through Instagram.

I sigh. "Like maybe how you've been ignoring me every time I talk to you?"

"I'm not ignoring you right now, am I?"

"Well, no-"

"Then what's the issue?" He sighs, rolling his eyes.

"Matt, you don't treat me like your girlfriend anymore!" I say, getting frustrated.

"Relax, it's not that big of a deal," Matt mumbles, getting up and tossing his phone on the bed.

I grab his arm. "No, you don't get to walk away from this. Why are you being so angry all of a sudden?"

Matt yanks his arm away from me, and i feel a little break in my heart. "I'm not angry, don't accuse me of things that aren't true!" He spits out, his jaw clenching.

"This is exactly what I'm talking about!" I say, exasperated. "I'm just asking, Matt. This whole thing you have going on, it's wearing on our relationship."

Matt spins around. "Don't say that," he says, anger in his eyes.

"Don't say what? The truth?" I say, raising my voice. "Matt, you barely kiss me anymore! What's going on?" I try to search his face, but his expression has fallen blank. "Do you want to be with me anymore?"

Matt sighs, and sits on the bed next to me. "Of course i still want to be with you," he murmurs, picking at the duvet.

"Then treat me like it," I say firmly. "I'm your girlfriend, Matt. We're supposed to be in this together. This relationship isn't meant to be one-sided." Matt says nothing, but nods, looking down at his lap. I sigh and scoot closer to him. I gently cup his cheek, guiding him to face me. "What's wrong, Matty?"

He leans forward and gently hugs me, pressing his face into my neck. "I'm sorry," he whispers. I gently run my fingers through his hair. "I'm sorry i treated you like you're not there."

"It's alright, Matt," I say softly, my eyes trained on the wall across from me. "We all go through rough spots sometimes. Just promise me that when this happens you'll talk to me instead of ignoring me."

Matt picks up his head and kisses me gently.

"Promise me, Matt," I whisper between kisses.

Matt pulls away just enough to meet my eyes, his lips brushing mine. "I promise," he murmurs before pressing his lips to mine once more.

a/n: I listened to careless whisper while writing this

this is not proofread so let me know if there are any mistakes!😍😍

love yall

[bucket-of-amethyst]

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