Imagines dedicated to Sebastian Stan and any other man I currently find Painfully Thick™.
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Imagine being stuck in an elevator with Chris and Sebastian. You’ve been stranded for hours already, and even in the winter, the tiny box was getting warm fast. Piece by piece, clothing comes off until the boys are standing there, shirtless, with you in nothing but a satin slip. With a sideways glance from Chris, Sebastian nods his interest. Whatever happens next, it’s a secret the three of you will keep forever.
Imagine opening Christmas presents with Chris. When all the presents under the tree have been opened, you notice Dodger sniffing around the closet door. Chris said he probably just left a bag of treats in there, so you go to get them out. As soon as you open the door, you see an adorable little puppy, in a big, wrapped box, that can’t wait to come out and play. As excited as you are, it’s Dodger that goes absolutely wild. Chris said Dodger’s been asking for a little sister for a long time, and hopes you don’t mind adding to your little family.
Imagine meeting Chris’s friends for the first time. Walking into a room full of Avengers was intimidating to say the least – your stomach was in knots the whole way there. Within minutes of your arrival, everyone was joking, teasing, and having a fun time with you. Mackie even joked that he’s going to have to steal you away – he can’t let Chris have the perfect woman all to himself.
Imagine decorating the Christmas tree with Chris. He doesn’t want you to lose your balance putting the angel on the tree, so he stands right behind you while you’re up on the ladder. As soon as he notices your butt in those yoga pants, though, it gets hard for him to focus. He can’t keep himself from pinching it, patting it, slapping it just to watch it jiggle. You try to scold him with a quick, “Christopher!” but you secretly love it. The moment you’re done, he grabs you by the waist and throws you over his shoulder, carrying you upstairs for a mid-day romp.
Imagine telling Chris some nude photos of you were leaked. You show him the website where they were published, and he’s outraged – how dare someone do this to you? He assumes the photos were old; the two of you don’t share nudes for this very reason, and you’ve been together for years. But then he notices the tattoo you got a few months ago. Slowly, he pieces the puzzle together – he didn’t see the photos because they weren’t meant for him. You had sent them to someone else; someone you’ve been secretly seeing for months.
Imagine watching Chris chop firewood. He rented a cabin in the mountains for a romantic getaway; just you, him, and nature. The first morning, he puts on his favorite jeans to go chop wood for the fire. They’re your favorite too – they fit his ass just right, tight in all the places you love checking out. You can’t help but admire your view from the front porch; he bends over to chop the wood, flexing all his bulging muscles as he throws the pieces into a pile. He finally finishes up, coming inside to ask if that massage you offered in bed last night is still available. Of course you tell him it is, as long as he keeps those tight jeans on.
Imagine Chris finding an old love letter from your ex-boyfriend. You’ve talked about past relationships before, and he always got the feeling you weren’t quite over this one – so when he found a letter detailing a certain sexual encounter the two of you had, he just couldn’t help himself. He reads every gut-wrenching detail, trying to think of a single reasonable explanation for why you’d keep such a thing.
Imagine planning a Thanksgiving dinner for you and Chris. Neither of you will be able to make it home for the holiday, but you don’t want Chris to have to miss out on all the good food – that’s his favorite part. You both spend the week leading up to Thanksgiving brainstorming your favorite recipes, thinking up all your favorite pies, even researching how to cook the perfect turkey. When the day finally arrives, you and Chris spend all day in the kitchen, cooking up the perfect feast for two.
Imagine bringing your and Chris’s 7-year-old son home from school. He tells you both to sit down, he has big news to share – he’s been working extra hard in school, and finally made honor roll. He’s typically very talkative in school, and has trouble concentrating – something his father takes full responsibility for. Chris is so excited and proud of his son, he vows then and there to start planning a family trip to Disney World for summer break.
Painfully Thick Imagines 