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You Should See Me In A Crown - Natasha Romanoff x Dark!Reader Insert (AU)

Author’s Note: So, this is my first time trying to write something dark…

Think it might land in the category of soft!dark, but be warned none the less!

Super nervous about posting this, but I actually ended up really liking this one myself, so hopefully others will as well.

Reader is from the Red Room Academy, just as Natasha, only reader never left them. I took some creative liberties when describing the Red Room Academy, so that it fit my idea better, which is also why this story is marked as an AU.

The Russian nickname for Natasha means ‘darling’, ‘pet’ or ‘beloved’.

I incorporated some lyrics from the song, tell me how many you can find? 🧐

Regarding the timeline, I imagine this would take place after Natasha brought down SHIELD and shortly after Bucky joined the Avengers.

Also, shoutout to @a-little-counter-esperanto for being kind enough to beta this for me and offer some moral support! 🥰

Once again, this is marked dark for a reason! There might be topics that are triggering to certain people, so please be responsible about your media consumption.

Warnings: Explicit descriptions of violence and murder, dark!Reader, messed up “family” relations, weird/sexual obsession with a sister figure.

Word count: 2.252

Song Inspiration: You Should See Me In A Crown by Billie Eilish

I was perfectly concealed, blending in with all the mindless idiots making their way down the street. If this hadn’t been New York, and people actually paid attention to what happened around them, they might have noticed the warning sign that was the concealed weapons on my body. Or my too heavy boots beating down against the concrete. Carefully eyeing the tower, I counted the people moving in and out of the building. “Bite my tongue, bide my time.” I mumbled quietly, catching the attention of a passerby. We had in fact been biding our time, monitoring the tower for months, counting the number of armed guards on site at any given time. However, it seemed that these soft Americans had their most precious protectors under lock and key at all times. Biting my tongue, I tried not to scoff. One would assume that the Avengers were more than capable of handling themselves, but apparently their employer did not.

Not that it mattered, the more people in the tower, the more people there were for my sisters to play with. My sisters who were all watching me, waiting for my signal. Finally, we had found our missing piece and none of us were leaving here without her. I had been searching for her for years, using the Academy’s missions to get intel on my long lost sister. In time, Mother had found out and I had been forced to deal with that. Fortunately, it was nothing a little thallium poisoning couldn’t handle for me. One less complication and Mother would never get between us again. No one would. Catching the rays of the sun on the edge of my watch, I slowly rolled my wrist, the light reflecting up on a window in a perfect circle. “Wearing a warning sign.” I didn’t know where my sisters were located, but I knew they had all seen my signal. I moved swiftly through the masses, discarding my disguise along the way, and quickly found myself standing in front of the tower.

The first window shattered, as I opened the door, a flurry of bullets following the first one. Civilians were screaming: scrambling to get away, guards were rushing in from all sides: barking commands rushing through their radios and glass continued flying through the air as my sisters blew the lobby to pieces. A few stray pieces of glass tangled in my hair, light reflecting off of them as I moved gracefully through the chaotic scene, while the bloodcurdling screams piercing the air sounded almost like a symphony. Humming quietly to myself, I pulled my gun from the holster on my hip and aimed carelessly before shooting a guard in the face.

The bullet lodged in his eye and he fell to his knees, screaming. His body spasmed out of his control and with a final gurgling scream, he fell limply to the floor. “I love the way they scream.” I really didn’t need to kill him to swipe his ID, but alas why should my sisters have all the fun? After all, I was the one running this mission. The glass crunched underneath my boots and blood splattered all over me whenever my sisters killed the ones that got too close to me.

Making it to the elevator was easy: the guards and civilians continuously dropping all around me. Once inside of the elevator, I pressed R for residential. Wiping some blood from my cheek, I caught a whiff of gunpowder on my dark glove and I inhaled again, greedily, as pure joy filtered through my system. Raising my head to look at my reflection, I was met with a dazzling vision wrapped in all black. I could see the bumps from my arsenal of knives and guns strapped to my thighs, hips and arms. My hair was tied back tightly, the glass shards framing my head like a crown, and blood smeared across my face. “You are so pretty.”

The elevator dinged as it reached the residential floor. Unlike the others, this was ominously silent. By now the precious protectors would now that I had come looking for them. Or rather her. I had come for her and I would die before leaving without her. “Natalia?” I called out for her teasingly. “I know you’re here, любимый." I was met only with silence. Humming quietly to myself again, I fished a knife out of my holster and jammed it into the keypad of the elevator. The keypad sputtered and sparked before I pulled the knife back out, leaving it hanging down the side of the wall.

Flipping the knife carelessly, I scraped it against the wall, as I started moving down the hallway. “Our sisters are so looking forward to seeing you again, sweet Natalia.” I was almost reunited with her and joy filled my voice as well as my body. A flash of movement caught my eye and I turned just in time to see someone charging at me. A quick sidestep and he flew past me. He was tall, broad and dark. Every inch of him wrapped in black leather. His gaze was burning with fury, when he turned to look at me.

“Soldat,” I cocked my head in recognition, a smirk curling around my lips. “I see you’ve betrayed the cause as well.” The burly soldier snarled at me in response and a bubbling laughter rose from my throat. “Poor little Soldat, still have the manners of a raging beast, I see.” The deranged soldier lunged at me again, and it took all of my power to block his fist. The metallic whirring getting louder and louder the more weight he put into it. Grunting with effort, I could feel his arm slipping through mine and his fist met my face with full force. My entire body was slammed backwards into the wall and it felt as though my brain was vibrating from the hit. For a second everything went dark, but the taunting scoff from Soldat ripped me back to reality instantaneously.

Pushing myself from the wall, I growled back at him. To think that my dear sister had been trapped here with these abominations of nature for so long… But no matter, we were here for her now and we would take her away. I simply needed to put down this caged animal in front of me, and we could be on our way. “Watch me make ‘em bow.” Anger flashed in the eyes of the beast as I spoke and he charged again: his metal hand shooting out and wrapping around my throat. His eyes burning while he tightened his grip until all that could escape me were choked off gasps.

I fumbled for the needle in my pocket. I knew it contained just enough sedative to take down a deranged super soldier and while I had anticipated using it on a certain overeager Captain, this seemed like an appropriate use. When I finally grasped the needle, I plunged it into the side of Soldat’s neck. The drug took effect immediately: the beast’s eyes drooping and his ironclad grip on my throat loosening. As my feet touched the floor again, his hand slipped from my throat and he landed with a loud thump. I wasn’t certain how long it would keep him down, so for good measure I grasped one of my knifes and plunged it into him: his stomach, chest and shoulder before I sliced along the inside of his arm.

Loosing my patience, I started down the hallway again. I had to find her and save her. How could Mother ever have thought that Natalia was safe here? Kicking down every door I met, I eventually found her room. The soft scent of jasmine and lemongrass wafted over me and I couldn’t resist the temptation to go in. “You smell so sweet.” My fingers softly grazed over her walls as I moved inside and let the smell of my dear sister take over my senses. Her room was warm and inviting with throw blankets and pillows everywhere and I knew that I had been right. This—she—was exactly what our sisters needed, a comforting and warm presence.

Natalia’s bedroom was immaculate as always, not a single item out of place. Stopping at her dresser, I needed to feel close to her. I tore open a drawer and pulled out a sweater. The material was much softer and smoother than anything I owned and I burrowed my face in it, so that I could really smell her. A sense of calm washed over me and I let myself fall backwards onto her bed, so that I could be surrounded by her scent. My sweet Natalia, how I had missed her. “I fell for those ocean eyes.”

There was nothing I hadn’t missed about her: her eyes that would sparkle like the stars on a bright and cold night. Her deep, soothing drawl. Her soft and luscious hair that I could almost feel running through my fingers. All of it making up the resilient, courageous and ruthless warrior that I had loved for as long as I could remember. My sweet, dear sister. We would be together again soon and then nothing could tear us apart ever again. A sudden sound snapped me back to attention and I quickly got off the bed, hiding beside the doorframe to her bedroom. The steps were careful and calculated, yet soft. A smiled curved over my lips as I recognized them.

“Natalia, любимый, I’ve been looking for you.” Her steps froze at the sound of my voice. I slowly emerged from my hiding spot with the smile still on my lips. Natalia had never looked quite as beautiful as she did with her gun pointed at me. “Oh, любимый, I’m not here to hurt you.” Natalia’s stance wavered just a little and I was elated to see her giving in to me. “I’m here to help you escape, sweet sister.” Confusion washed over Natalia’s face and I smirked as I was reminded that she had always been one of our more simple-minded sisters.

“Mother fell ill.” I explained it simply to her. My darling, simple sister did not need to know all the gory details of what I’d done to find her. “And some of our weaker sisters were flailing without a strong leader, so… I stepped in.” An emotion I didn’t quite recognize flashed over Natalia’s face and she lowered her gun a little. “But as you know, любимый, I’m not exactly a nurturing person and while I see no use of such foolish sentimentality, some of our sisters have requested that you re-join us.” I watched her closely, as I finished my sentence. “We are going to run that place together. That, and any other place you want, my sweet love.” Anger flashed in Natalia’s eyes and her gun was back in my face instantaneously.

I didn’t let her reaction deter me, though. I loved her and I knew that she loved me too. I gently placed my hand on her cheek and dragged her closer to me. “I cannot do this without you, sister. I cannot live with you… Do you have any idea how long I’ve been searching for you?” I placed my other hand on top of her gun and pushed it down until it was pointed at my chest. “If you won’t let me help you, then you’ll have to kill me, любимый.” Natalia’s eyes widened and jumped back and forth, from my face down to my chest. “Tell me, sweet sister. Which do you imagine is worse? Living without you or dying first?” I gently brought my hand up to her other cheek and pulled her closer to me, until our foreheads were resting on one another.

“любимый, my love, don’t resist me.” I whispered the last words before crashing my lips onto hers. The feel of her soft, full lips against mine was even better than I had dreamt. I gasped ecstatically into her mouth and let my hands slide into her hair. I tightened my grip on her hair, when she tried to pull away. She could breathe when I let her. Until then, I would kiss her as long as I pleased. A tear slid down her cheek and I understood. She had finally accepted that we were supposed to be together and that we would rule alongside each other. “You will be the most perfect Mother, любимый.” I whispered against her lips.

Suddenly, a burning feeling spread through my chest and I could hardly breathe. “любимый, do you feel it, too?” I gasped. “We are finally becoming one.” Each syllable hurt more than the last and I barely registered Natalia’s gun clattering to the floor. Something warm ran down my chest and my legs almost collapsed under me. I clung to Natalia and she fell to the floor with me. She wrapped her arms around me and I was in heaven. “You are so beautiful, sweet Natalia.” Even as my vision blurred and I could feel the pull of a deep, dark sleep, I could not pry my eyes away from her. “Sister, I feel so tired…” My voice was cracking from all the effort it took me to speak, but she was here. My true love, my dear sister. I had finally found her again. “Sleep, sister. Everything will be alright.” My sweet Natalia’s voice was the last thing I heard before the darkness took me.

Okay, so Tumblr was acting all crazy when I was making this post, so hopefully, it'll work! 😬

Also, as always, would love feedback in any form! Comment, reblog, messages! It doesn't matter. ❤️

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Questioning Authority - Reader Insert x Bucky Barnes

Author’s Note: So, I saw someone commenting on TFATWS TV-series and while their comment made no sense to me, it ignited something in me. Which then lead to this, so I’m sorry and you’re welcome.

Also, I was kinda tipsy while writing this, so I might regret it in the morning, who knows? As always, the dividers are by the talented @firefly-graphics​ 

Tried to make some time jumps that seemed natural, so I would love some feedback on whether or not that worked? Or feedback in general, a girl really ain’t picky. Might write a real smutty continuation to this. 

Also, writing for a new hottie this time, so hopefully some of you will like that! 

Warnings: Reader is a BRAT, also a massive flirt, cursing, talk of a foot fetish, so much sexual tension, mention of alcohol and drinking, reader is kind of a bitch to this guy she’s dating, description of drunk reader, descriptions of smut but nothing more than reader’s own fantasies.

Song Inspiration: Shut Up by The Black Eyed Peas

Word count: 2.077

It had stemmed from honest curiosity. It really had. I was genuinely looking for an answer to my question and who better to question than the sources themselves? But the way Bucky’s entire body had tensed: his eyebrows furrowed, jaw clicking loudly as he barred his teeth, biceps and shoulders flexing in tandem with his fists and the slow, barely controlled breaths that escaped him. It was a damn sight. My hand suddenly twitched with want, although it was impossible to tell if I wanted to touch Bucky or myself the most.

Sam had cackled loudly, albeit shortly, as Bucky send his killer glare in Sam’s direction. It was a much better reaction than any answer I could’ve ever wished for. A smug smirk wrapped around my lips as a thrilling rush surged through my body at the thought of all the potential havoc I could wreak. It wasn’t that I didn’t like Bucky, I really did. But the thought of riling him up, whether it was with anger or something else, always sent a thrill through me that I couldn’t quite explain.

There was something so ridiculously attractive about Bucky when he was pissed. Maybe it was the subconscious, and yet never-ending, flexing, maybe it his scowl. Maybe it was just him. I had been careful, though, I didn’t need him to know exactly why I always seemed to be the one pissing him off. So, I tried my hardest to maintain an indifferent look on my face, as I prompted them for an answer again.

“Well?” I said. “Should I call Sam Captain or not?” A loud grunt escaped Bucky; almost like just hearing those words were hurting him. “I mean after all, Steve did give the shield to Sam, so it only makes sense that Sam would also inherit his title.” I shrugged casually, like my conclusion was the only logical one. Which to be fair… it was.

Bucky’s eyes were cold as steel, a small muscle clenching in his jaw giving away just how much restraint it was taking him to keep quiet. I felt a shiver ripple down my spine at the thought of that look being directed at me. Sam, however, was openly smirking at my suggestion and my resolve finally broke as he leaned over the counter toward me. “Oh, you definitely should.” Sam’s voice was low and teasing. His smirk was mirrored on my lips as I leaned forward towards him as well. “Oh yeah? You like that, Captain?” I put on my most sultry voice, practically purring the title back at Sam.

Bucky scoffed loudly, a fresh wave of annoyance and distaste washing over his face. “Could you at least hold off on that until I’ve left the room?” Bucky’s voice was clipped, and for a second I felt bad for him, but only for a second. “What’s the point, James?” I raised my eyebrow with a condescending glance in his direction. “You could hear us through the walls, anyway.” A triumphant smirk curled around my lips as Sam’s boisterous laughter filled the room.

Bucky stared coldly at me; his jaw clenching like crazy and that vein in his neck pounding like it was about to pop. “Stop calling me that.” He practically hissed at me and I could feel my face flush with heat. Fuck, I loved it when he hissed at me. “It’s your name, isn’t it, James?” I said it casually, slowly pushing myself back up from the counter that I had been leaning on.

Bucky eyes quickly flitted down to my boobs that were practically spilling out of my bra and tank top and another smirk wrapped around my lips. Sam and I shared a look, as Bucky continued ogling my boobs. I wondered if Bucky had noticed my pierced nipples yet. I had always had a feeling that they would drive him crazy once he did. Suddenly, Bucky seemed to realize that he had been staring and he turned and stormed out of the room. Laughing gleefully, I couldn’t help myself as I yelled out after him. “See you later, James.”

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I was lounging in the common room, my favourite sweatpants on, the ones with ‘juicy’ written across my ass, while I was painting my toenails. It was kind of stating the obvious as anyone with eyes could see that my ass was fucking spectacular, but I loved the attention and the sparkle. I was going on a date with Oliver later, so I had chosen a deep red nail polish for my toes. A classic look for a reason.

I briefly glanced up at the sound of someone entering. Bucky had stopped in the threshold of the room, almost like he had changed his mind after seeing me. While refraining from rolling my eyes, I simply said: “Hello James.” Even without looking at him, I could sense his jaw clenching and a wave of annoyance rolled off of him. “That is not my name.” He bit harshly, before throwing himself on the couch opposite of me.

“Whatever you say, James.” I kept my eyes peeled on my toes, as I worked patiently. He grumbled something underneath his breath before angrily picking up the remote and zapping through the channels. Bucky zapped back and forth for a solid 10 minutes before he groaned loudly and turned the TV off again. “What are you doing anyway?” He asked impatiently. Frankly, I was surprised that he even tried to start a conversation with me, but I wasn’t about to let it show.

“Painting my toenails, James.” I said calmly, briefly interrupted by his deep groan as I kept insisting on calling him by his given name. “Why? You bored? Want me to paint yours next?” A smirk curled around my lips as I imagined Bucky walking around the compound with my Bahama Mama polish on his toenails. He stared at me incredulously at my suggestion. “Why the fuck would I want that?”

I couldn’t help but scoff at his question, finally making eye contact with him. “To draw some attention away from those nasty dinosaur feet of yours, James. I mean have you even heard of a pumice stone?” My lie was as convincing, as my tone was condescending and Bucky glared at me in response. Thankfully, he seemed to buy it. It wasn’t really a lie, but I also didn’t particularly feel like sharing the real reason why I was painting my toenails.

How in the hell would I even go about explaining to him that I was trying to get back on my date’s good side? He would just want to know why, which I was never fucking telling him, and why painting my toenails was the way to do it, although that one really should’ve been obvious. I couldn’t very well tell Bucky that my date was upset with me, because the last time we’d had sex I had accidently called him by Bucky’s name.

A shudder went through me when I thought about how Bucky might react. Would he like it as much as I did? I could imagine him wrapping his hand around my throat and roughly pulling me into his lap, still with that displeased, almost mocking expression on his face and his free hand ghosting over my pussy while he drilled me. How often did I think about him? Did I always picture him when I was with other men? And if I told him everything that I had thought about with him and asked real nice, maybe he would give it to me.

A loud scoff broke my train of thought and, as I became aware that I was not sprawled across Bucky’s lap completely at his mercy, disappointment filled me. “Are you even listening to me?” His sharp voice broke the last fragments of my illusion. Swallowing drily, I simply said: “No.” Bucky’s eyes rolled so far back into his head that they might just get stuck. “God, you’re such a brat!” I swallowed back an excited moan, as he leaned over the coffee table toward me, his voice practically seething. I wanted so badly to just weave my fingers through his hair and yank him to me.

Instead, I sent him my signature smirk. “If by brat you mean bitchy, rambunctious and tantalizing, then yes, James. That is exactly what I am.” I locked eyes with Bucky and noticed his heavy breaths, his cheeks slightly flushed. Before I could do anything I would regret, I tore my eyes away from his, recapped my nail polish and strutted out of there, deliberately swaying my juicy ass for him to look at.

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The date had been a bust. That’s what you called it when you got dumped for saying someone else’s name during sex, right? I honestly didn’t know and as the alcohol pounded through my system, I wasn’t even all that sure I cared. I still couldn’t believe it had happened again, though. I needed to get a fucking grip. Stumbling out of the elevator, I giggled a little to myself. Maybe heading straight from Oliver’s apartment to the bar wasn’t the greatest idea.

But really what was a girl to do when she was left high and dry? And even after I made my feet all pretty for him! I scoffed indignantly, because really, how dare he? Suddenly, I realized that I was in the kitchen. I slumped heavily against the counter and let out a deep sigh. God, I was tired. And as I realized, when my eyes landed on the faucet, thirsty. My fingers could just reach the faucet, so I turned it on, tugging it toward the cold water. Shuffling toward the sink, I ended up bent over the edge of it, hips pressing into the cabinets as I slumped against the counter, too damn tired to hold myself up any longer.

The second the cold water touched my lips a loud moan escaped me. Had water always tasted this good? I honestly couldn’t remember, but as I lapped greedily from the running faucet I could’ve sworn that I was in the Swiss Alps drinking straight from a river. It was the only explanation as to why this water was so damn refreshing.

My feet were aching, so I kicked off my heels and moaned again. All without lifting my head and stopping my slurping. Just a little more of this heaven sent water and I’d go to sleep. Suddenly, someone cleared their throat behind me and I jumped. It felt as though I spun around at the speed of light, but as I would come to realize in the morning, I had never moved quite so slow before.

Bucky was standing behind me with an amused smirk curled around his lips and a goofy smile grew on my face as I saw him. Any other night, I would have flirted with him shamelessly, but tonight I was just too damn tired. “Good evening, James.” For some reason, I spoke with an overly posh British accent and Bucky tried his hardest not to laugh at me. “Enjoying yourself?” His eyes twinkled with amusement, as I stumbled a little while straightening up. “Very much so, James. Had to find some way to turn this night around, just never thought that water would be the thing to do it.”

Bucky’s smile diminished and his brows furrowed. “What do you mean?” He asked guardedly. I sighed deeply before answering him, this time with my own accent. “I got dumped, James, so it’s kind of a shit night.” Again, I stumbled as I bend down to get my heels. Bucky quickly swooped in and grabbed them for me. “I’m sorry about that. He doesn’t know what he’s missing.” Bucky’s voice was soft and gentle in a way that I’d never heard it before and it made a whole mess of emotions flutter in my chest.

Before I could get swept up in them, I pushed them back down and forced a laugh. “You’re telling me! I even made my feet all pretty for him and the bastard still has the nerve to dump me?” Bucky’s face flushed a bright red, as he realized just what I meant. Before he could respond, I snatched my heels from his hands and strutted out of the kitchen. “Good night, James.” I called out after me and I could’ve sworn that I heard him mutter “Good night, Y/N.”

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Ranny Daddy - Reader Insert x Ransom Drysdale (College AU)

Author’s Note: Okay, so this was supposed to be a quick re-write of an old story of mine but it kinda got away from me. This was originally about John Murphy from The 100, so if any of you want to thirst over him with me, drop into my inbox! ❤️

Anyway, College AU because the potential is just too damn great. An enemies to lovers kinda vibe, although they’re just FWB.

Also, the song inspo was one of my best friends that read this, and then told me that she’d found the perfect track to match it. So I listened to it, and agreed, and also realized that this story was really supposed to be about Ransom all along. So thank you, my darling! ❤️

About the title, I just… I don’t know. Before I started the re-write I had to name the document something, and when I was done, I kinda loved the title.

As always, dividers by the brilliant @firefly-graphics​ 

Warnings: So… A lot of fucking cursing, smut, smut and smut, both reader and Ransom are kinda toxic bitches that are only soft for each other, kinda dub-con as reader is drunk when they get nasty, but she initiates it, Daddy kink, possessiveness and jealousy, unprotected sex. Ransom kinda switches between Dom!Daddy mode and soft!Daddy mode.

Song Inspiration: Violent Minds by VUKOVI 

Word count: 4.283 

The sound of his laugh was all it took. My stomach flipped and I could barely keep from jumping his bones right then and there. He had this douchy laugh, and it was just one of the things that I hated about him. He was crude, disrespectful and completely manipulative. He would always treat me like a plaything; grabbing my ass whenever he wanted, calling me every single pet name he could think of and of course, threatening to beat up any guy that got too close. It was honestly just so offensive and belittling and so damn sexy.

The scowl that always rested on his face, his rough hands that were always toying with me. God, how could someone so stupid be so damn intoxicating? I was not even sure how it all started, just that ever since I first slept with him, my body had been craving his like he was a damn drug. We had absolutely nothing in common and my friends all hated him, just as his friends all hated me. Another loud and obnoxious laugh drew my attention back to his group and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at those idiots. Ransom actually had quite the following and of course, they were all morons.

“Ugh, could you imagine actually dating one of those guys?” My friend Katy’s voice was the first thing in a while to pull my attention from Ransom. I was pretty jealous of that skank sitting in his lap and flipping her hair around like it was nobody’s business, not that I would ever tell him or anyone that. “Ugh, tell me about it.” I decided to turn my back on the scene, knowing that if I did not I would keep staring at them and probably see something that I did not want to see. Katy quickly sat down next to me and started going on about some rapport that was due in a few weeks. It was a typical day for us, meeting in the cafeteria for coffee and gossip in between lectures.

I leaned my back against the table and tried not to cringe at the excited squeal coming from the girl in Ransom’s lap. “God, what about having some self respect?” Katy questioned and I shot her a confused look. “That girl in Drysdale’s lap? I mean it’s not like there aren’t any chairs available. And those constant hair flips? Like “Oh my god, my hair is so fake but if I just keep flipping it around, maybe no one will know.”” I could not help the loud laugh falling from my lips as Katy finished talking.

She laughed happily with me and I pretended not to notice Ransom staring daggers at me, as him and his little posy had clearly heard everything Katy said. “Fucking sorority girls.” I was still laughing, a little louder than usual just to make sure Ransom heard. “Anyway, babe, I have to get to class. But swing by my place later, alright?” I quickly gathered my things, before pecking Katy’s cheek. “Of course! Bye babe.” She gave my ass a little slap as I walked away and I couldn’t help the smile on my lips, already feeling my mood improving.

Finally making my way across campus, I slipped into my usual spot next to Eric just before class started. I pulled out my books and laptop. “I swear to god this class is going to be the end of me!” Eric sighed dramatically. “Hon, you say that about all of them.” I couldn’t help but laugh at the offended face he shot me. “I’m serious. College is just too damn hard.” I huffed slightly as I nodded in agreement.

“You got that right.” College was hard, but I had also never felt as at home as I did here. I had my own little apartment just off of campus and it was a crapbox, but it was my crapbox. I had made some great new friends that were just as sarcastic and bitchy as me. And I was finally studying psychology. I did not really know what I wanted to use it for, but I also did not care. As cliché as it sounded, I was having the time of my life.

As per usual, Eric and I were the last to leave class, taking much too long to pack up our things and laughing as we did. Making our way back to the main building, my phone buzzed and I reached into my pocket to check it. As I saw whom the text was from and what it said, my breath hitched in my throat.

RD: “Your tits look great in that top 😜”

My eyes quickly scanned the vicinity, searching for him. Before I found him, my phone buzzed again.

RD: “Why are you wasting your time on that loser when you know how good I make you feel?”

I did not realise that I had stopped walking until Eric’s hand was on my arm. “Hon, are you okay?” His warm green eyes peered into mine curiously. “Yeah.” I quickly cleared my throat and shook my head trying to rid it off the flashes of my latest adventure with Ransom. “Yeah, I’m great. I just thought I dropped something.” I could not tell if he really believed me or not, so instead I started talking again.

“Anyway, Katy’s coming over, so I should run. But I’ll see you soon, okay?” He nodded quickly and waved at me as I started walking backwards, away from him. Once he started walking as well, I turned around to see where I was going and almost immediately crashed into someone. “Oh my god! I’m so sorry!” I exclaimed. I dropped to the ground to help pick up the things that I had so rudely pushed from their arms.

“Well, how could I complain when you just dropped to your knees in front of me?” Ransom’s smug voice made the hairs on my arm stand up and I slowly got back up. “Hmm… Well, don’t get used to it, baby.” I smirked at him before offering his notes back to him. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a date with someone I actually want to see.” As I pushed past Ransom and his friends, a quiet gasp went through the group and I knew I would pay for that one soon enough.

When I made it home, I was greeted by what looked like a bomb crater and I was reminded of my stressful morning and the fact that I needed some new batteries for my alarm. I went into my bedroom to put my bag down and change into something comfier. I reached for my black cotton pencil skirt and tossed my jeans over the chair. I decided to take my top off as well, wearing only the skirt and my cropped flannel.

Katy was supposed to be here soon, so I ducked back out to living room and started cleaning up. I had managed to get the worst of it, just as there was a knock on my door. “Come in.” Katy quickly poked her head through the door opening, a smile covering her entire face. “Ugh, babe, you will not believe what happened today!” I could not help but mirror her smile as I looked at her. “Why? What happened?”

She put her bag down next to the door before riding herself of her coat and shoes. “I got the job!” She squealed and started jumping up and down. “What? Oh my god! That is amazing!” I squealed right back at her and ran towards her to jump around with her. “I know! They called me just as I was getting out of Brit Lit. Oh, I just can not believe that I will be working at a real publishing house!” Her squealing was reaching dangerous heights and I almost could not make out what she said, but that did not stop me from continuing to jump around squealing with her.

After hours of dishing, drinking and celebrating, Katy finally had to go home. Pouting, I followed her out to the front door, watching her quietly as she put her coat and shoes on. “Text me, when you’re home safe, okay?” I asked. She shot me a quick smile. “Of course, babe. I always do.” She gave me a quick hug and then made her way out the door. I wandered back into the living room again and started cleaning up, again. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Confused I made my way back to the door. “Babe? Did you forget something?” I asked, pulling the door open. The face that greeted me however was not Katy’s.

“Hugh?” The surprise was as evident in my voice as it probably was on my face. He was leaning against the doorframe smirking down at me. “God, I thought she would never leave.” He practically growled as he pushed his way past me. “No, please. Come on in.” The sarcasm was dripping from my voice, as I closed the door after him. When I came back into the living room, he was smirking again. “Looks like you girls had fun.” He looked sceptically at the empty bottles of wine and then back to me.

He smiled slightly as he noticed, that I was swaying a little. “Yeah, well, we did. Why are you here, Hugh?” I said, stumbling a little as I reached for my wine glass. “Oh no, I think you’ve had plenty.” Ransom quickly snatched it from my hand before I could empty it. I pouted again, trying to take it back from him. In my drunken struggle for my own damn drink, I did not even notice the breath hitching in Ransom’s throat as the buttons of my flannel had come undone and my chest pressed against his or the way he tensed slightly, as I whined in his ear, before giving up and resting my head on his shoulder.

“You smelly really good.” I mumbled as I nuzzled my face in his shoulder, slowly wrapping my arms around him. He laughed quietly before resting a hand on my lower back. “You’re so drunk.” His tone was almost gentle. A giddy smile broke out on my lips, as I looked back up at him. “You’re being nice to me.” I said quietly before continuing. “Don’t get me wrong, your douchy holier-than-thou attitude is sexy as hell, but I don’t think you have ever been nice to me before.” His eyes sparkled at me and that signature smirk crept over his lips again.

“Sexy as hell, huh? And here I was starting to think that you were getting tired of me.” Shocked, I quickly shook my head no but had to stop as I stumbled slightly again. Ransom’s arms locked around me and held me tight against his chest. “I could never get sick of you, Hugh. I mean, you’re not a very nice person and I don’t actually think we have anything in common, but fuck… I cannot get you of my mind and I am not even sure why. It can’t just be the sex, even though the sex is pretty damn great.”

I let my head fall onto his chest again and sighed deeply. “Stay with me.” His hands squeezed my hips in response. “Sure, babygirl. I’ll stay.” A shiver made it’s way down my spine at the pet name. “Fuck, I love that.” I mumbled before pressing a hard kiss to his lips. Ransom’s grip on my hips tightened and I lingered there for a while, loving the feeling of his hands on my hips and the warm feeling of his skin against mine. Slowly pulling away for air, I took his hand in mine and lead him to my bedroom.

As we reached my bedroom Ransom’s hand fell from mine. I wandered over to the chair and softly tugged my skirt off, before turning to face him. “What are you waiting for? Strip.” My words seemed to pull him from his thoughts as his eyes went from scanning me all over to looking straight in my eyes. “What?” He sounded like he was choking on the word. I walked over to him, closing the distance between us again. My hands quickly grabbed the edge of his shirt and started pushing it up his chest.

“Strip.” I raked my nails carefully over his nipples and a light moan escaped his lips, before he helped me pull his shirt all the way off. Our eyes met again and for a few seconds we just stared at each other. He gently reached out and started unbuttoning the few remaining buttons on my flannel. As he did the last one, his hand moved up to my shoulder and slowly pulled it off. I let my fingers wonder about his chest again, tracing invisible patterns.

An impatient huff left his lips before he roughly grabbed my neck and crashed his lips onto mine. Almost instantly, I kissed him back. I let my arms settle around his neck and pulled myself even closer to him. Our teeth clanged together, as he greedily tried to swallow every breath of mine. His other arm snaked around my waist as he started guiding me back to my bed. Suddenly, he shoved me onto the bed and he smiled as my boobs bounced from the contact with the bed. I let myself get comfortable, knowing that Ransom liked to watch me. I let one hand twirl around some hair while the other rested comfortably on my bare stomach. My eyes locked with his again, as I patiently waited for him to join me.

Too much time had passed and I was starting to get cold and frankly also a little annoyed with him. “Come on, Hugh, just-“ His sharp voice interrupted me. “No.” There was a playful light behind his glaring eyes. “No?” I questioned, as I sat up. “Exactly, babygirl, you know that’s not my name.” A shiver travelled down my spine again at the pet name and Ransom noticed it, smirking from ear to ear. “What are you talking about, Hugh? Of course, that’s your name.” He shook his head, still glaring at me, before leaning down to whisper in my ear.

“You know it’s not. And if you keep calling me that I might just have to punish you, babygirl.” My breath hitched in my throat as his scent took over my senses. He was so close; he smelled divine and damn it, if I hadn’t been thinking about this all day. I had to close my eyes to keep from pouncing on him. As everything I had been fantasising about all day started flooding through my mind, I remembered the last time Ransom and I had been here and a smile curled around my lips, before I opened my eyes and spoke.

“Oh, so Daddy wants to play, huh?” My tone was low and breathy. A strangled gasp escaped his lips at the pet name. “It must be my lucky day then, because I’ve just spend all damn day thinking about Daddy’s rough hands pinning me down while his big beautiful cock pounds into me.” I barely got the last word out before Ransom was all over me, pinning me to the bed with a ravenous growl. His entire body pressing against mine, as he kissed me like it might be the last thing he ever did.

My hands quickly tangled themselves in his hair and I arched my hips up to meet his. Ransom‘s teeth sank into my bottom lip and he tugged harshly on it. I couldn’t help the loud moan falling from my lips or my hands tugging harshly on his hair. His hands roughly grabbed my hips, his fingers digging into the skin as he pushed me upwards. A whimper escaped my lips when I couldn’t reach his any longer and I could feel him smirk against my throat. He slowly made his way down my body, sucking and licking all over, leaving a trail of hickeys over my neck, chest and stomach.

He stopped just as he reached my thong and I almost could not bear to look at him; so sinfully gorgeous, his hair falling into his beautiful blue eyes and his thin pretty lips already swollen and red. One of his hands moved to my thong, hooking his fingers inside of it and slowly pulling it down. I squirmed impatiently and he laughed at me. He casually flung it over his shoulder, before suddenly plunging two of his fingers deep inside of me.

I gasped loudly, surprised by his rough actions and clenched around his fingers. My eyes fell shut as he build up a steady rhythm and I relaxed again, relishing in having him so close to me. “No, no, babygirl, got to keep your eyes on me.” A strangled moan escaped my lips, as I struggled to focus on him. Our eyes locked and I watched him closely, as his gaze never fell from my face despite his fingers being buried knuckles deep inside of me and him placing shallow kisses on my lower stomach. He smirked at me again. “You’re such a good little girl, aren’t you? So eager to please Daddy.”

His deep voice rumbled against my skin and my hands forcefully grabbed the sheets to keep from pulling on his hair. “Look, how responsive you are, babygirl. You fucking love this, don’t you?” He curled his fingers inside of me and I panted loudly as he brushed against my g-spot. I could feel the pleasure building and knew that I wouldn’t be able to hold it in much longer. As Ransom mercilessly poked at my most sensitive spot, I could not help but lift my hips up, trying desperately to create some friction. He chuckled deeply before pinning my hips to the mattress. “Easy, babygirl. We’re almost there. Just relax.” His hand slowly crept across my stomach, until it reached my waist. Before I registered what had happened, Ransom had pulled his fingers from me and quickly turned me, so that I was on my stomach.

Surprised and confused, I let out a huff of air. “Hugh, what the-“ A high-pitched moan interrupted my sentence as he smacked my ass. I panted harshly, both from surprise and pleasure. At first it stung, but I couldn’t even pretend not to like it. His hands settled on my hips again, before he pulled me to him. My ass was flush against the front of his jeans as I was supporting my weight on my arms. “I told you, that’s not my name.” His deep voice made the goose bumps rise on my skin and a low moan escaped my lips.

He was so damn hot like this, all rough and angry and dominating. “You better play nice, if you don’t want me to stop.”  He hummed slowly as his hand caressed the spot that he had just slapped and I grinded my ass against him.  His erection was pressing tightly against me and all I could think of was having him inside of me again. “Daddy, please.” I impatiently begged for him and relished in the moan he tried to suppress. Another slap was delivered to my ass and this time I did nothing to hide how much I loved it.

A pornstar-like moan fell from my lips as I threw my head back and grinded against him again. His hands fell from me but before I could complain, I heard the sound of his pants being unzipped and seconds later they were thrown to the floor next to my bed along with his boxers. Ransom roughly slid his fingers through my folds, collecting my wetness and I arched my back at his touch. A sinful slurping sound filled the room as Ransom sucked my wetness from his fingers. “You taste so damn good, babygirl.” He hummed softly, as I moaned back, loving his filthy words.

His hands wrapped around my hips again and he pulled me harshly against him. His hard dick was rubbing all over me and I was loosing my damn mind from all of his teasing. I opened my mouth, completely ready and willing to beg for him again, just before he slid into me. A high-pitched whimper fell from my lips as he bottomed out and I relished in the feeling of being full of him.

Too quickly he pulled out, before slamming back into me. “Fuck.” Ransom grunted from behind me, building a fast and hard rhythm. His fingers were digging into my hips, trying to pull me as close as physically possible. I arched my back up and was met with his warm chest against my back. His hot, laboured breath was falling down my neck and only drove me closer to the edge. One of my hands tangled themselves in his hair and the other desperately grabbed his arm, digging my nails into his skin.

“You take me so well, babygirl. Letting my cock pound into you while you moan like a damn pornstar. You’re so fucking hot, baby.” Ransom’s voice was raspy against my neck and I almost lost my mind, when he intertwined our fingers and wrapped our arms around my waist. My legs started to shake beneath me and I let my head fall on his shoulder as he continued pounding into me. I moaned loudly as he pressed against my g-spot. “Just like that, baby. Take it. You’re mine.” Ransom practically growled in my ear, as he sped up.

He led me back down on the bed, pressing his lips to my neck and shoulders. His hand resting next to my head as he continued fucking me from behind. His other arm was still wrapped together with mine and around my waist, lifting my ass up slightly to meet him. Every time he thrusted into me, I moaned loudly, trying desperately not to fall over the edge just yet. My walls clenched around him and all I could see, hear or feel was Ransom.

“Mine.” He grunted harshly. “All mine.” My hand desperately reached for something to grab, but only found my sheets. “Yours.” I was surprised by my own voice, but it was like I had lost all control of it. “I’m yours, Ransom, any time, any day. All yours.” His head rested in the crook of my neck and he slowed down his thrusts. Slowly dragging himself out, before slowly pushing himself back in but never missing my most sensitive spot. “Ranny, Daddy, please. Please let me come.”

The desperate plea also left my lips without me controlling it. His hand flew to my clit and rubbed fast circles on it. A loud moan fell from my lips and my knuckles were turning white from grasping at the sheets. “Just let go, babygirl. I’ve got you.” I could feel the vibrations of Ransom’s voice through his chest and with a loud whine I finally let go. My eyes rolled back into my head as I clenched and unclenched repeatedly around him. My arms gave in and my pillow muffled the moans and profanities mixed in with his name.

He continued thrusting into me, riding out my high until he stilled. He was deep inside of me as I felt him release inside me. His loud groaning of my name, eliciting even more clenching on my behalf while his hips continued grinding into mine. My loud whimper mixed in with his panting as he slowly pulled out of me. He collapsed beside me on the bed and suddenly grabbed my face, slamming his lips back onto mine. His tongue eagerly met mine and I hurriedly wrapped my legs around his hips, trapping him there.

As I broke away for air, Ransom kissed his way down my neck and I could not stop the question falling from my lips. “Did you mean what you said?” He hummed softly against my neck, before biting down on one of the hickeys he had left there earlier. “Well,” he said as he broke away from my neck to look me in the eyes. “The sex is pretty damn great and I can’t seem to stop thinking about you.” He brushed a few wayward strands of my hair away gently. “Not even when you’re completely ignoring me or making fun of my friends or pretending that you aren’t jealous of the girl sitting in my lap.”

A blush quickly spread across my cheeks at his last comment. “I didn’t think you noticed.” I said while running my fingers over his chest. “Oh, baby, I always notice you. Besides, it’s not like you could hide anything from me any more. I know all your tells.” His signature smirk was plastered on his lips again. “So the skank from today?” I couldn’t help but ask. A small laugh left Ransom’s lips. “Was just a skank that means nothing to me, yeah. Now, what about that boy-toy of yours?” Ransom narrowed his eyes at me in suspicion. “My boy-toy is named Eric and is actually gay.” I said and smirked at him.

“What?” The surprise was evident in his voice. “Yeah. I actually think that you know his boyfriend Liam. Apparently, he’s in a lot of your classes.” I shrugged as I finished talking. Ransom wrapped one of his arms around my waist and pulled me closer. “Jesus, how the hell did I not know that? I’m a damn idiot.” I rested my head on his chest, before speaking. “Yeah, but I guess you’re my idiot now.”

#imagine #chris evans #reader insert #ransom drysdale #fan fiction #smut #reader x ransom #reader x ransom drysdale

[tangtownie]

TangTownie’s Masterlist

A compilation of my works posted here on Tumblr. This list will be updated, as new work gets posted. 

Dividers were created by the magnificently talented @firefly-graphics​

Warnings for the individual stories will be in the descriptions, but stories containing explicit smut will be marked with an asterisk * 

I have tried to keep the descriptions of the reader/character to a minimum, so that anyone regardless of appearance might be able to imagine themselves in place of the reader. 

The songs listed as ‘song inspiration’ are not always related to the story, but simply the song that I obsessively listened to on repeat while writing, so check them out if you want and ignore them if you don’t. 

Feedback in the form of messages, likes, reblogs and comments are always encouraged! Hope that you enjoy my rambling thoughts! 

Chris Evans 

One shots:

 Sleepy - Reader Insert x Chris Evans 

Summary: It’s morning and reader just wants to cuddle. 

HBC’s Week of Love 2021: 

Snow Angel - Reader Insert x Chris Evans 

Summary: Reader bumps into Chris. 

Holiday Inn - Reader Insert x Chris Evans 

Summary: Reader and Chris go on their first date. 

Cold Water - Reader Insert x Chris Evans 

Summary: Reader and Chris share their first kiss. 

Warm Hearts - Reader Insert x Chris Evans 

Summary: Reader and Chris say those three words for the first time. 

Keeping You Warm - Reader Insert x Chris Evans *

Summary: Reader and Chris have their first sleepover. 

Windy City - Reader Insert x Chris Evans 

Summary: Reader and Chris have their first, intentional, public display of affection. 

Snowed In - Reader Insert x Chris Evans 

Summary: Reader and Chris spend their first Valentine’s Day together. 

Steve Rogers 

One shots: 

Honey - Reader Insert x Steve Rogers 

Summary: Reader wakes up feeling sick and Steve takes care of her. 

Ransom Drysdale 

One shots: 

Ranny Daddy - Reader Insert x Ransom Drysdale (College AU) *

Summary: Just a lil’ nugget that dropped into my head about what it might be like to get nasty with everyone’s favourite Mean Sweater Daddy while he was in college. 

Bucky Barnes 

One shots: 

Questioning Authority - Reader Insert x Bucky Barnes 

Summary: There’s nothing reader loves more than testing Bucky’s boundaries and self-restraint. 

Henry Cavill 

One shots: 

A Woman and a Dog - Original Character x Henry Cavill 

Summary: A woman enjoys her lunch break in the company of a certain dog. 

Natasha Romanoff 

One shots: 

You Should See Me In A Crown - Dark!Reader Insert x Natasha Romanoff (AU) 

Summary: Natasha’s sisters from the Red Room Academy come to collect her. 

[tangtownie]

Snowed In - Chris Evans x Reader Insert

Author’s Note: Honestly, I don’t know what this is. I just sat down to write and this came out. Maybe because I’m having kind of a shit day… Could pretend, that this is to show that everything isn’t always great in a relationship (which is true), but really, I just had a bad day and I want someone to hold me.

Also, don’t think that Valentine’s Day is anything special. Love comes in many shapes and forms, can be celebrated in a billion different ways and sometimes the most intimate gestures are the smallest ones. So celebrate all the people you love in whatever way you see fit. 

Dividers by the talented @firefly-graphics​ 

Anyway, this is the continuation of Windy City and the last one in this prompt-series, that’s not really a series. This is for the HBC’s Week of Love and the prompt is First Valentine’s Day. @the-ce-horniest-book-club

Song Inspiration: Ready To Love by Outlandish

Word count: 1.066 

Warnings: sad reader, domestic Chris, fluff.

Wrapping myself in all these layers took longer than I had thought, but considering the heavy snowfall and the fact that it was about 25 degrees Fahrenheit outside, it was the only sensible thing to do. Even when Chris was standing behind me, trying to stifle his laughter. Huffing, I curled my fingers into the top of my jeans and yanked again. For some reason the denim just wouldn’t slide over my long john’s underneath. Pushing the hair out of my face, I started squatting. Chris snorted loudly in amusement. “Chris, honestly, you could at least try to help me, instead of just standing there.” I couldn’t hide the smidge of annoyance in my voice.

In my experience, squatting in jeans could push them so far up that they were impossible to remove later. And that was exactly what I needed if I was going to take Dodger out in this weather. “I’m sorry.” He said, smirking at me. “It goes against my personal beliefs to help you cover up.” Glaring at him, I squatted again. “Very funny, Christopher.” I said drily. Finally, feeling like my jeans were sliding into place, I squatted again only to hear a loud rip and freeze completely. Gasping in surprise, my hand instinctively shot to my thigh only to feel the giant tear in the seam of my jeans. I didn’t even have to look at him to know that Chris was about to collapse with laughter. Hearing just a single snort of laughter was enough to do it for me.

“Christopher Robert Evans…” I said slowly. “If you’re laughing at me right now, I swear to God I will kill you.” My voice was deceivingly calm and Chris howled with laughter behind me. I sat down angrily and started pulling on the bottom of my now-ruined jeans. Managing to yank them off, I picked them up and threw them at a still laughing Chris. For a brief moment, I felt triumphant as one of my pant-legs wrapped around Chris’ face. But I knew I had to get away from him. For some reason, I always started crying when I got angry and I didn’t want him to see me cry.

As I tried to storm past him, one of his arms shot out to stop me. His hand wrapped around my waist, while the other peeled my jeans away from his neck. “Honey, stop. Where are you going?” He was still laughing. “Let go of me, Robert.” I said stubbornly. “Whoa, hey, what are you middle naming me for?” His full attention was on me now. He knew that I only called him that when I was upset with him. I tried to wriggle out of his grip again, but he just pulled me back into him and wrapped his other arm around me. At the feel of Chris’ strong chest behind me and his arms holding me tightly, the tears finally fell.

“Nothing.” I mumbled. My tears continued to fall and I bit my lip angrily, not wanting to make any noise. “Honey…” Chris’ voice had softened. He pressed a gentle kiss to my shoulder. “What is it?” A sob wracked through my chest, and before I knew it, Chris gathered me in his arms and carried me to the bed. Carefully setting me down, Chris crawled into the bed next to me. I buried my head in his chest and clutched his shirt in my hands. His arms locked around me and almost crushed me against his chest. His head rested on top of mine. I had been a long time since I had felt as secure as I did in Chris’ arms, like that. Breathing deeply, I slowly managed to calm down.

I must’ve fallen asleep at some point, because Chris was nowhere to be seen when I opened my eyes. Sniffling a little, I slowly crawled out of bed and went into the bathroom to wash my face. As expected, I had mascara running down my cheeks and I tiredly rubbed at the streaks with some water. I tied my hair into a bun and changed into a pair of leggings and an old t-shirt of Chris’. Walking out of the bedroom, the smell of food immediately reached my nose. Following it curiously, I found Chris in the kitchen. He smiled softly at me and I padded over to him.

“What are you making?” I asked. My voice was a little rough from the crying, but I did my best to ignore it. “Lasagne, my ma’s recipe.” Looking at him suspiciously, I said: “That’s my favourite.” He chuckled at my behaviour and leaned in to kiss my cheek. “I know.” He said. I couldn’t help but smile at him. “If you think that making me lasagne is going to fix everything, then you’re totally right.” Chris pulled me in for a hug. “Can I help with something?” I asked. “You can stay right here in my arms.” He said softly.

When the lasagne was done, I snuck out of Chris’ grasp. “Give me a minute.” I said. Going back into the bedroom, I opened one of the drawers that Chris had emptied for me. Inside of it were the two presents I had gotten for today. I still wasn’t sure if Chris would like his present, and he definitely would think I was crazy for getting one for Dodger, but it was, mostly, just a gag anyway. Going back to Chris, he was setting the table in the dining room and couldn’t help but smile, when I placed his gift next to his plate. “What’s this?”

I couldn’t help but smirk a little before answering. “It’s a gift, Christopher. You’ll see what’s inside when you open it.” Raising his eyebrow at me, a similar smirk curled around his lips. “Oh, is that how they work?” My smirk transformed into a full-blown smile, when I said: “Yup.” I hesitated a little before I continued. “I got something for Dodger too, but it kinda goes with yours, so you can’t see it yet.” A soft expression fell over Chris’ face. “If I didn’t know any better, I would say that you like him more than you do me.” Smiling teasingly, I shrugged. “Well, I’ve always believed that dogs are my true soul mates, but I definitely wouldn’t complain if my soul mate had an owner like you.”

#hbc week of love #chris evans #chris evans x reader #chris x reader #imagine #female reader #reader insert #valentine's day

[tangtownie]

Anon Hate IS Illegal.

Guys, I’m not kidding.

Suicide-baiting, cyberharassmemt, cyberstalking, death/rape threats, and hate speech are illegal in all 50 states as well as Australia and the UK.

Some places include school suspension or expels. Some even include jail time for multiple years.

And yes, they can find someone by username or IP alone.

Also, yes. There are methods of catching someone’s IP. Even under a VPN.

So.

Next time you get hit with anon hate?

Casually remind them you can very easily take this to the next level. And they can earn jail time while you lay back in your chair, having saved yourself and everyone else from a violent criminal.

Your online actions have real life consequences.

Make sure they learn that.

(Just in case there’s a “the police wouldn’t do that” - Yes. They absolutely would.

Or a “I can handle it.” No. That person will continue to harass others as well. And one of them may not be as strong as you. So do it for them and everyone else.

Or a “It’s not that severe.” Yes. It is. People have died because of this. It really is that severe.)

Take action. And make sure the lives of these bullies are truly wrecked.

[tangtownie]

Oh, only Steve would get a costume like that, the loveable doofus 🥺❤️

This story was so cute, I love it! ❤️

Chapter Seven: First Valentine’s Day

Nomad!Steve x Shy!Reader

Summary: It’s Valentine’s Day at the compound and love is truly in the air.

Warnings: Fluff, romance 💙

Authors Notes: This has been fun! This is my last prompt for this series, thank you for all the love, reblogs and requests to join the taglist, it means the world to me 💕

Happy Valentine’s Day beauties!

It’s gone 10am when you wake up from your slumber. The curtains are opened, and the sky is white with the snow ready to fall sometime soon. One thing you notice is the cold spot next to you, but the room temperature was warm.

Another thing you notice is the red sweater on the chair. Getting out of bed and hissing when your back cracks from sleeping awkwardly, you slip the sweater over your head and slip on some thermal leggings.

“Steve?” You yell quietly, looking both sides to hear any signs of the team. It’s so quiet in the compound, so quiet in fact you’d hear a pin drop from miles away. A niggling feeling made you uncomfortable, something felt wrong.

By now you’ve kind of learned where the common room from Steve’s room, a room you’ve found yourself staying in more often than your own since your first sleepover. His bed was more comfortable, and sleeping next to him made you feel much safer than alone.

Your quiet feet took you down the hallway and into the common room. Your eyes almost rolled out of your sockets by the size of the bouquet of red roses on the table, plus a large Valentine’s Day card.

Walking forward, you picked up the card and read it, close to crying when you read the sweet message written inside in Steve’s handwriting.

A shuffle behind you caused you to spin on your heels, you giggled at the sight of a large man wearing a bear suit with a ‘Be mine’ written in the middle of his stomach.

“Steve? Is that you?” The bear man removes the head, and sure enough it’s Steve sporting a grin.

“Do you like the roses doll?” He asks, shuffling forwards. You decide to show Steve just how much you love it by running at him and wrapping your legs around his furry waist and your arms around his neck. You kiss him, deeply and passionately, pouring all of your love, emotions, and feelings into it. Showing him just how much you love him.

“I love you Steve.” You smile down at him, stroking his beard with your thumb.

“I love you the mostest.”

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Candy Hearts taglist: @dottirose @weird-mumbling @patzammit @mrjames-buchanan-barnes-love

[tangtownie]

Oh, be still, my beating heart! 💗

Chapter Six: The First Public Display of Affection

Nomad!Steve x Shy!Reader

Summary: Bringing coffee to Steve and the team during a debriefing, he’s not shy to let them know you’re his sweetheart.

Warnings: Public display of affection, fluff, kissing

Authors Notes: Yay! I’m nearly there 🤣 this is for @the-ce-horniest-book-club and the week of love celebration! Happy romancing!

Saturday mornings are usually your busiest. The team were in debriefing and you were back on coffee duty, bringing up coffees for each avenger. With new profound confidence, you knocked the door with your foot and Tony answered with a slight grin.

“I see you’re learning.” He teases, you refrain from rolling your eyes at his comments just because you didn’t want to lose your job, not now.

“Yes.” Your voice was squeaky with nerves. It didn’t matter how much time you spent with them, or talked to them, you were still as shy around them, around Steve more than anybody else.

“Tony, leave her alone.” Steve warns, glaring at him but smiling at you and softening his features. Your cheeks ablaze under his stare and the stares of the other avengers in the room.

“Chill out Capsicle. Oh wait, chill - get it?” Tony laughs at his own joke, which doesn’t sit well with Bucky Barnes who is sat opposite him.

“Hilarious.” He deadpans, standing up to grab his coffee from you, “thank you Y/N.”

Steve is the last one to take his coffee. His fingers brush against yours and it sends electricity through your body.

“Thank you sweetheart.” He says sweetly, gazing into your eyes.

“You’re welcome Captain Rogers.” You smile shyly, watching the playful expression on his face.

“What’s my name?” He teases, taking a sip of coffee and sighing when the delicious caffeine goes down flawlessly.

“Stevie.” You giggle, hiding your face behind your hands.

“Adorable.” You hear someone say.

Steve puts his coffee down and pulls your hands away, his large hands cup your cheeks and he leans in just like he did before he left for his mission. You close the gap, dancing with his lips and loving the feel of his soft beard against your chin. Tony clears his throat but smirks, prompting you and Steve to pull away from each other.

“Thank you for the coffee doll, I’ll come find you when I’m done here okay?” He says, giving a final peck to your cheek and you nod, leaving the room with your eyes glued on the door.

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Candy Hearts Taglist: @dottirose @weird-mumbling @patzammit @mrjames-buchanan-barnes-love

[tangtownie]

I want a Steve to cuddle with all night long 🥺

Chapter Five: The First Sleepover

Nomad!Steve x Reader

Summary: Steve is home and invites you over to his room for a sleepover

Warnings: fluff, sleepover yay!

Authors Notes: Still catching up on prompts! This is for @the-ce-horniest-book-club and the week of love celebration 💕

Steve finally made it home a yesterday. You couldn’t have been happier, albeit a little nervous something was wrong by how much sleep he was getting. He’s been asleep all day, and you’ve been busy organising the mission reports from the team to submit to Fury on their behalf, another perk of your job because they were too afraid to deal with him.

For most of the day, you’ve kept mostly to yourself in your room, catching up on reading and relaxing when a knock on your door jolts you from the pages of your book.

“Come in!” You yell, hoping the person on the other side would hear you through your quiet squeaky voice.

The door opens and Steve walks in, running his fingers through his grown hair. He smiles when he sees you cocooned up in blankets.

“Hi doll.” He says, taking a seat on the edge of your bed.

“You’re awake at last!” You joke, putting a bookmark on your page before closing it and throwing it on the floor.

“I missed you.” He answers instead, “I was wondering if you’d like to come over to my room this evening and have a sleepover?”

You bite your lip, realising this would be the first time you’d sleep with him in a bed. Imagine all the cuddles...

“What- what would we doing?” The smile on Steve’s face widens and shakes his head.

“Nothing sexual doll, I was thinking of some movies, cuddles, a few drinks?”

“That sounds wonderful.” You grin, getting lost in his eyes.

“Come over around 7pm, I’ll make sure the food is delivered on time.” He winks standing up, and heading towards the door. “Oh and I have a shirt you can sleep in too.”

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Candy Hearts taglist: @dottirose @weird-mumbling @patzammit @mrjames-buchanan-barnes-love

[tangtownie]

“You like my beard?” Honey, have you seen yourself? What I wouldn’t do to be with bearded Steve Rogers 😩

Chapter Four: I love You

Bearded!Steve Rogers x Shy!reader

Summary: Steve is just two weeks into his mission, but he tells you for the first time how he feels about you.

Warnings: Fluff, reader misses Steve 🥺

Authors Notes: Excuse me while I play catch up on the prompts! This is for The Week of Love for @the-ce-horniest-book-club 💙

Steve might have looked young, but he was showing his grandpa age when the video call connected from his hotel suite and he kept asking ‘what does this button do?’

When he finally found the unmute, the two of you were able to talk again. It’s been a few nights since you’ve video chatted, you’re missing him and he misses you too, he assures you daily everything is fine and he’ll be home soon to continue where things left off.

“I can’t wait to see you again.” You smile, feeling your cheeks heat up. Steve looked different, in such a good way! His beard was growing, and so was his hair. The blond was starting to show through.

“I’ll be happy when we’re home and I can finally hug and kiss you again. I think about that every night before I go to sleep.” He blushes, scratching his bearded chin.

“Me too Steve! I’m looking forward to kissing you with the beard.” You grin, dropping your shy gaze down to your lap when he starts to laugh.

“You like my beard?” He’s teasing you now, and your cheeks are like a furnace.

“It looks soft and it suits you!”

“I was thinking about keeping it, now that I know you like it and-,” he’s still talking but no sound comes through the computer.

You sigh and shake your head with a smile, “Steve, you’ve muted your call again!”

Holding up a paper message, Steve laughs and presses more buttons on his computer.

“Can you hear me now? Hello?” For a moment you contemplate teasing him by pretending you can’t hear him, but time is valuable and knows he wants to go to bed soon.

“I can hear you Stevie.” You smile, hugging a pillow to your chest.

“It’s getting late doll, I gotta get some sleep. I’ll call you tomorrow night okay? I promise I’ll be home soon.”

“I miss you.”

“I love you.” He says, which sends your heart beating like a drum in your chest.

“I love you too!”

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Candy Hearts taglist: @dottirose @weird-mumbling @patzammit

[tangtownie]

This is so cute 🥺

Chapter Three: The First Kiss

Steve Rogers x shy!Reader

Summary: It’s been a few weeks since your little coffee date with the captain, he’s leaving for a month long mission today but not before he gives you the first kiss.

Warnings: The first kiss, tiny bit of angst because Stevie is going away for so long 🥺

Authors Notes: Please excuse me while I play catch-up on the prompts! This is Day 3: The first kiss for the week of love written for @the-ce-horniest-book-club ❤️

Your stomach was all up in knots when Steve sat you down last night before he went to bed to tell you he would be gone for about a month to do an important mission with the team.

You didn’t have a great deal of work to do if he would be on missions, and since the whole team was going with him, there was no one else to bring coffee for.

Hearing Steve’s voice from down the hallway did very little to calm your nerves. Since your coffee date, things between the two of you escalated and you spent almost every second with each other. This would be the first time he would be away with you and it was going to tough.

Steve walks in with his shield on his back, his hands down by his side as he walks in with Tony, Clint, Bucky and Natasha behind him. His facial expression softens when he sees you looking nervous.

“Give me a minute. I’ll meet you at the quinjet.” He tells his team, and walks towards you. He immediately embraces you into a tight hug and you can’t help but melt into him. His natural scent mixed with vanilla is like home to you. “You gonna be okay?” He whispers into your hair and you nod as best you can. “I’ll be back before you know it and I’ll keep in touch, I promise.” He whispers, holding you away from him by your shoulders.

His hand cups your cheek, his fingers tracing your jawline before he leans in and you close the gap instantly. His soft pillowed lips are everything you could have imagined and more. The little bit of a stubble he was growing scratched your chin.

Friday reminds him that the team are waiting on the quinjet and he reluctantly pulls back. “I have to go.” He says, pulling you back into his chest one last time.

He pulls away and turns on his heels when you call out his name. “Come home safely.”

“Yes ma’am.” He winks and leaves you in the common room. Your fingers lightly press your lips, they tingle under your own touch and now you can’t wait for him to get home so you can do that all over again.

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Candy Hearts 🍭 taglist: @dottirose @weird-mumbling

[tangtownie]

His scent! Of course. I always imagine Steve to have the kind of scent where you just want to bury your face and his chest and never breathe in another scent ever again 🥺❤️

Chapter Two: The First Date

Steve Rogers x shy!reader

Summary: Steve takes you on that all important tour around the compound which leads to an expected date.

Warnings: None other than just some fluff

Authors Notes: excuse me while I play catch-up on my prompts! This is for the week of love day 2: First date for @the-ce-horniest-book-club

“This room here is what we call the ‘common room’, this is where you’ll most likely find one of us.” Steve explains, leading you into a large room with couches surrounding the open fireplace and a huuuuge tv mounted on the walls with speakers on either side.

“Wow,” you breathe, taking in your surroundings like a child at the theme park for the first time. “It’s huge!”

Steve smirks, and dips his head, shoving his hands into his now jean pockets. He freshly showered for his tour, and his damn scent has been distracting you since he started walking you around, and because of your distraction you are still none the wiser of where everything is.

“Yeah, Tony likes to have the biggest size competition.” He sighs, and blushes when you giggle. “No! No I don’t mean that,” he laughs with you, the two of you bent over in fits in giggles, “I just meant- you know what, it doesn’t matter!” He says through laughs.

“I understood what you meant, I just didn’t expect to hear it from you.” You giggle shyly and drop your gaze to the floor. Steve hooks his thumb and forefinger on your chin and tilt your head back up.

“You’re going to be surprised then.” He warns playfully, throwing in a wink. You don’t know how to reply so you stand there, smiling shyly and feeling so small under his gaze. Who knew captain America could be so flirty.

Steve clears his throat, and nervously runs a hand over the left side of his chest, his shirt pulls slightly and your eyes widen at how chiselled his chest is, the perfect shaven chest to draw circles on with your forefinger. “So, I think that’s the tour done! I believe Tony is getting your room done so that will be done later. Do you- would you be interested in maybe going for a real coffee, uh together so instead of you bringing it to me?” Your gaze quickly shifts to his face and you clear your throat with a small smile.

“Yes, I- I would actually love a coffee right now and thank you for the tour Captain Rogers, I really appreciate it!” You beam in excitement and nerves. Your shyness making your eyes gloss over.

Steve stops you, “Doll, I already told you, please call me Steve.” He smiles.

“Steve. I’m Y/N.” You reply back with a shaky voice, mentally facepalming yourself because duh he already knows your name from earlier.

He doesn’t seem to mind and laughs lightly, “I know, I met you earlier.” He says, squeezing your shoulder just as Bucky strolls in with his own girlfriend and smirking at the two of you. “Come on, let’s go. I know the perfect little coffee shop.” He says, leaving before Bucky could behind his little teasing.

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Candy Hearts Taglist: @dottirose @weird-mumbling

[tangtownie]

No wonder she’s so nervous! Meeting all of the Avengers on the first day? 😱 Christ, I would’ve fainted!

But Steve is so nice, can’t wait to see where this is going 😁

Chapter One: The First Meeting

Steve Rogers x shy!Reader

Summary: It’s your first day at your new job. Who knew you had to grab coffee for Captain Rogers?

Warnings: Shy!reader, new job nerves, soft!steve, fluff 💙

Authors Notes: Part one of Candy Hearts for @the-ce-horniest-book-club and in celebration of The Week of Love theme 💙 not proofread, mistakes are my own fault

Your brand new shoes squeaked along the polished shiny tiled floors, it drowned out the sounds of your heart drumming dangerously fast in your chest. It was your first day, and to say you were nervous would be a huge understatement.

Ignoring the looks of who you presumed were agents, you walked towards the glass elevator when someone called out your name behind you, spinning on your heels you offer a smile and walk back towards them.

“Hi ma’am, glad I caught you in time!” The young man chuckles, looking flustered and out of breath, “you’ve been asked by agent Hill to do a coffee run before the meeting starts in 20 minutes.” He informs you and your eyes widen, that’s not going to be enough time. But still, you muster up the biggest smile you can and nod your head.

“Okay.” You agree anyway, not wanting to disappoint anyone and make enemies on your first day. The young agent hands you a list of wanted coffees, your eyes skim over the messy writing, and you’re already worried you’re going to mess this up. But regardless, you accept it anyway. It’s on your mind that Director Fury had told you the last person was fired for the same reason, you didn’t want to be fired on the first day of working here.

“20 minutes. And take them up to floor 103, that’s where the meeting is.” He reminds you, walking backwards haphazardly and bumping into another worker, his actions caused the person to send papers flying everywhere and you took that as your cue to leave.

Thankfully, the coffee shop you had entered wasn’t busy and you were served right away. You started reading out the long list of orders, struggling to figure out what some of the words said because of the awful handwriting. The barista was nice enough to help out with some of the unknown coffee names and before long, the order was complete and you were making your way back to the compound and up to floor 103 where the meeting would be starting in the next couple of minutes.

You arrived just on time, as the elevator dinged the doors open, the wooden door leading into the board room had just closed. You cursed under your breath, your shy nature meant you weren’t very confident and just knocking the door was a hard task.

And if you had knocked the door, you would have spilled the coffee, and if you put the coffee down on the ground, you would most likely trip over it by knocking on the door.

It was a situation where you wouldn’t win. So you stood outside the door, staring at it in hopes it would just open by itself and with a bit more magic, the coffees would take themselves in the room.

Now you’re self doubting your abilities to do this job. A job where you would be some kind of assistant, coffee grabber, photocopier person, the one who sends the mail, and you couldn’t even bring yourself to knock the door and tell the people waiting inside that their coffee has arrived.

Swallowing the nervous hard lump and blinking back the tears, you’re about to turn around and go home when the door in front of you suddenly opens, an older guy with a goatee and tinted glasses stands opposite you. You know who he is of course, he’s the most notorious man in New York.

“Is that our coffee? We were just about to send out a search party for you.” He smirks, glancing at you over the top of his glasses.

“Oh yes! I’m- I’m sorry I just- I wasn’t sure if this was the right room.” You stuttered and felt the heat crawl up your neck to your cheeks. The man steps asides and opens the door wider, there’s so many pairs of eyes looking over at you and your hands visibly tremble stepping in and feeling like a fish surrounded by great white sharks.

“You’re a little late.” The man - who you instantly recognised as Captain America - stands near the front of the table with one hand on his hip and the other flicking through some pages. He doesn’t spare you much of a glance, and the silence in the room sets your nerves on fire. You’re sure everyone here, especially the enhanced super soldiers, can hear the pounding of your heartbeat.

Steve looks up from the desk and his expression softens when he sees how nervous you must be.

“You’re new right?” He asks you, walking around the table until he’s standing in front of you.

You nod your head, averting your gaze on anything but him. “Yes sir.”

Steve smiles a little wider than he intended, he hears your heart pounding, the way your throat muscles from swallowing excessively.

“Call me Steve please, ‘sir’ feels too business-y.” Sam snorts from across the table and you grin.

“I’m sorry, Steve. I promise it won’t happen again.” You relax when he takes the coffee cup holders from your hands and sets them down on the desk next to someone with a metal arm.

“Don’t stress, although I’ll give you a tour later to help get you used to the layout of this maze.” He offers.

“I built this place!” Tony intervenes, pulling one screen into the other.

“That’s why.” Steve mumbles under his breath that you hear clearly and giggle.

“I’m looking forward to it.” You smile, your fingers fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

“I’ll come find you at 12pm.” He promises with a dazzling smile that almost sweeps you off your feet.

Maybe it wasn’t the best first impression, but you hope you could make it up to them and prove you are the right person for this job.

[tangtownie]

Just gonna reblog this as it seems like people are forgetting it, so please read, like, reblog or comment! You’ll literally make my day ❤️

Windy City - Chris Evans x Reader Insert

Author’s Note: So, we are back in our emotional gear. There are texts messages in this one and they are written in quotation marks and cursive. 

Still hope that this could function as a one shot, but I’m so deeply entranced in this, that I honestly don’t know. Either way, the prequel to this is “Keeping You Warm”. 

This is for the HBC’s Week of Love and the prompt is First Public Display of Affection. @the-ce-horniest-book-club  

Song Inspiration: Fingers by ZAYN 

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, longing/yearning, cursing, kinda sad but it turns around. 

Word count: 1.036 

Today had been too damn long. The weather had been cold, grey and windy all day, but what else was to be expected when visiting Chicago? It was nothing out of the ordinary. The company I worked for had people working remotely all over the United States and even a few in Europe and Australia, but every January we were all called to Chicago for 3 weeks. They would conduct performance reviews, employee satisfaction surveys and finish up the accounting from the year before.

The first week had been fun: catching up with all the people I never saw but often talked to on the phone. It was essentially one big party as there was always someone going out dancing or drinking and they always wanted company. But now? The spell had worn off. It had only been 10 days and I was dying to get home already. I missed my house, my bed and most importantly, I missed Chris.

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[tangtownie]

Windy City - Chris Evans x Reader Insert

Author’s Note: So, we are back in our emotional gear. There are texts messages in this one and they are written in quotation marks and cursive. 

Still hope that this could function as a one shot, but I’m so deeply entranced in this, that I honestly don’t know. Either way, the prequel to this is Keeping You Warm. Dividers by the talented @firefly-graphics​ 

This is for the HBC’s Week of Love and the prompt is First Public Display of Affection. @the-ce-horniest-book-club  

Song Inspiration: Fingers by ZAYN 

Word count: 1.036 

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, longing/yearning, cursing, kinda sad but it turns around. 

Today had been too damn long. The weather had been cold, grey and windy all day, but what else was to be expected when visiting Chicago? It was nothing out of the ordinary. The company I worked for had people working remotely all over the United States and even a few in Europe and Australia, but every January we were all called to Chicago for 3 weeks. They would conduct performance reviews, employee satisfaction surveys and finish up the accounting from the year before.

The first week had been fun: catching up with all the people I never saw but often talked to on the phone. It was essentially one big party as there was always someone going out dancing or drinking and they always wanted company. But now? The spell had worn off. It had only been 10 days and I was dying to get home already. I missed my house, my bed and most importantly, I missed Chris.

I missed the sound of his voice, the feeling of his arms wrapped around me, the way he smelled and how I always just felt calm around him. My heart ached as I looked around the empty hotel room. I couldn’t believe I was stuck here for another 11 days without him. It was 9 pm and I had only just gotten back from work. I knew that the leftovers of the stale and ultimately disappointing sandwich I had bought for dinner was still in my purse, but all I wanted to do was to curl up with Chris, Dodger too.

Heaving out a sigh, I started getting ready for bed. I moved slowly around the room and skipped several steps in my nightly skincare routine. Rummaging through my suitcase, I could just about cry when I realized that I had forgotten Chris’ sweatshirt at home. I fucking hated Chicago. Finally, settling for a ratty old t-shirt, I crawled into bed and prayed that I would feel better in the morning.

Morning came and went, and while my mood wasn’t good, it at least wasn’t quite as gloomy. Like any other day I had been in Chicago, it was so damn busy that I barely had time for lunch. Realising that tonight’s dinner would end up being yet another stale sandwich, I felt my resolve starting to crack. Unlocking my phone, I scrolled through my conversation with Chris to find the picture that he had sent a few days ago of him and Dodger curled up on his couch: Dodger sleeping with the stuffed turtle I had given him and Chris’ captions once again made me tear up.

“He misses you almost as much as I do.”

Trying my best to compose myself, so that no one caught me crying at my desk, I noticed a new message. I must have been more out of it last night than I thought because I had no recollection of sending Chris a message. It was nothing bad, but the fact that it had gone unanswered until now made my stomach churn. I read the message again.

“I miss you so fucking much.”

Maybe it was too much after only 10 days. Lots of people here had to leave behind spouses and kids, but every second I spent being away from him made it harder and harder to breathe. Before I could start full on crying, I got up from my desk and went into the bathroom. One thing this shitty company did right was their individual bathrooms; so that someone could go in there, cry their hearts out and no one else would know.

It was 8 pm on a Friday night and I was finally leaving the office. The walk from the office to the hotel was only 10 minutes long and the fresh air felt heavenly against my skin. I considered calling Chris, but I didn’t want to bring down his mood just because I was being crazy. Walking through the entrance to the hotel, the reception was buzzing with life: people going out to dinner, dancing and drinking, some had even started already at the hotel’s bar. My eyes flitted across the reception to make sure I didn’t bump into a co-worker, so that I wouldn’t have to lie about why I wasn’t going out with them tonight.

But halfway through the reception, I did a double take. There was a man at the front desk: his shoulders tense with annoyance and I could just make out the receptionist telling him: “I’m sorry, sir, but I can’t share that information with you. It’s the hotel’s policy.” The man grumbled in annoyance and turned his head to pick up his bag. When I saw his face, I gasped loudly in surprise and the man’s eyes snapped to me.

“Y/N.” Chris said. Almost stumbling forward, he quickly reached out for me and pulled me to him. His arms locked around my waist and I melted into his strong chest. Letting my bag fall on the floor, I clutched my hands in his sweater and inhaled deeply. It was really him. “What… what are you doing here?” I asked, stunned. Chris’ grip on me tightened and he buried his face in my hair. “I missed you so much.” He said. For a few minutes, I basked in how nice it was to just be held by him again.

Chris peppered kisses on the top of my head, my forehead and my cheeks. When I leaned back to look at him, one of his hands flew from my waist to my neck and his lips crashed onto mine. Gasping in delight, Chris took the opportunity to slide his tongue in. I pressed up on my toes and tangled my hands in Chris’ hair, kissing him back with just as much passion as he was giving me. Breaking the kiss briefly, I whispered: “I love you.” Chris moaned quietly in response and palmed at my hip, pulling me even closer. “I love you too.” He whispered, lips ghosting over mine. Pulling away from him left me with an empty feeling, but I ignored it. “Grab your bag.” I said commandingly. “We’re going to my room.” Smirking, Chris said: “Yes, ma’am.”

#hbc week of love #chris evans #chris evans x reader #chris x reader #reader insert #female reader #imagine #pda

[tangtownie]

Keeping You Warm - Chris Evans x Reader Insert

Author’s Note: At long last it’s smut, people. Have you been looking forward to this as much as I have? I hope so! Also hope this doesn’t totally suck. But we’re switching gears here, so be warned. I will try to remember the romance but most of all this is Horny City™. Dividers by the talented @firefly-graphics​ 

Also, when I say smut, I mean it; so if you don’t feel comfortable reading graphic descriptions of sex, please exit this page.

If you’re not into smut, then fear not. The continuation to this, Windy City, will be posted soon.

Can probably be read as a one shot, but there is an unofficial prequel called Warm Hearts, that you can check out too. This is for the HBC’s Week of Love and the prompt is First Sleepover. @the-ce-horniest-book-club 

Song Inspiration: Close by Nick Jonas and Tove Lo 

Word count: 1.873

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, cursing, talking of STD-testing ‘cause if you can’t handle that you should not be having sex, unprotected sex, possessiveness, manhandling, Dom!Chris, praising, dirty talk.  

I had been surprised at first. Still kind of was, truth be told. I knew Chris loved to dance, but I had never expected him to take me to a salsa club and I definitely didn’t expect him to be good at salsa dancing. Luckily, I had taken some dancing lessons as a kid, so I still remembered the basic steps of the salsa. It seemed as though Chris was doing his best at making me forget, though. He looked ridiculously hot in his blue button-up: the rolled-up sleeves exposing his muscular forearms and the open collar of his shirt exposing parts of his chest. His hair was getting longer and his beard was still the softest I’d ever touched.

The lights in the club were low, hard to make out anything other than a moving mass of bodies. It didn’t matter, though because with Chris’ iron grip on my hips, I wasn’t going anywhere, anyway. Leading me out on the dance floor, his big hands encased my hips and I leaned back into his chest. My head rested on his shoulder as I grinded my ass against him. Feeling Chris’ strong frame behind me and hearing him grunt was just as intoxicating as the alcohol flowing through my system. It was almost too much: the music pounding through my veins, every powerful inch of Chris that was pressing against me and the almost bruising grip he had on my hips. A low whine escaped my throat when I felt the hard outline of his hard cock against me. He growled quietly in response and a shiver ran down my spine.

His lips latched onto my neck and I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning loudly.  His hips were still slowly grinding with mine, and my knees buckled a little when I thought about how he would feel against me naked. One of my hands shot back to grab his hair and I tilted my head back subconsciously, moaning quietly into his ear. “You’re so vocal, pretty girl.” I could feel the vibrations of Chris’ voice as he spoke and it only drove me further up the wall. “Something bothering you?” His voice had morphed into a deep, breathy rumble and the only response I could muster was shaking my head. “Hmm…” Chris hummed. “Cause those boys over there have been staring an awful lot at you tonight.” One of his hands slowly released my waist and trailed up my stomach. “But you didn’t even see them, did you?” His hand settled just below my boob and I arched further back into him.

“No, you reserved those pretty little eyes for me, didn’t you baby?” Nodding along mindlessly, I couldn’t stop the next words from tumbling from my lips. “I wanna be yours, Chris. Take me home and make me yours.” My fingers desperately fisted his hair and a growl tore from his chest. One of his hands yanked my head back and his lips crashed onto mine harshly. I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck, feeling so dizzy that I might fall if I didn’t. I was heaving for air when Chris finally broke the kiss. His hair was dishevelled, his eyes wild and his swollen pink lips had never looking more enticing than they did in that very moment. I whined for his attention and he chuckled humourlessly. “If there’s gonna be any chance of us getting out of here before I fuck you, you need to keep those noises to yourself, pretty girl.” Chris still had one of his hands locked on my waist and I bit my lip to keep from keening when he tightened his grip and lead us out of there.

Reaching the car was an achievement in itself. Quickly climbing in, I pulled him in for another kiss before he could even start the car. My hand trailed down his stomach before I rubbed his straining erection. Chris grunted loudly and grabbed my hand as he broke the kiss. “What are you doing?” Mischief sparkling in my eyes, I tried to free my hand, so that I could go back to touching him. “I’m not fucking you in a car for our first time.” He practically hissed at me and I pouted in response. “Why?” My tone was whiny, but I couldn’t care less. “I don’t even have a condom here and…” I interrupted him before he could continue. “So what?” Chris’ eyes nearly bulged out of his head as he looked at me. “I’m clean and I’m on the pill. You?” Chris cursed quietly under his breath, before answering. “I’m clean too.” He said, but tightened his grip on my wrist when, once again, I tried to touch him. “But I am not fucking you in a car for our first time.” His voice was stern and a frustrated sigh left my lips, when I realized how serious he was being. “Fine. But you better fucking step on it.”

Before I knew it, we were at Chris’ house. Not even bothering to park in his garage, the car screeched to a stop right in front of his front door. Hurrying out, I met him at the front door where he was roughly jamming his key into the lock, having lost just about all of his cool. The door slammed into the wall as he pulled us through. Almost immediately, I started working on the buttons of his shirt and Chris slammed the door behind us. His fingers fumbled for the zipper on my skirt, as he walked us backwards. I tore the button-up from his broad shoulders and let my hands glide over the exposed flesh of his arms. Chris finally found the zipper on my skirt and yanked it down. Stepping out of the skirt, I kicked of my shoes as well. Chris pressed me up against a door when I started working on his belt.

His pupils were blown, only the tiniest sliver of blue left in his eyes. Once I had opened his pants, he opened the door behind me and we stumbled into his bedroom. Pulling away from me, he let his pants fall to the ground before kicking both them, his shoes and socks off. Reaching for my top, I threw it on the ground with his clothes. His lips crashed onto mine again and he led me back to his bed. Giving me just a little push, I fell back on his bed and he tore his undershirt of before joining me. Chris hovered over me, resting on one arm while the other pried my legs apart. He quickly slotted himself between my legs and I yanked his face to mine for another kiss. I knew in that moment that I would never tire of his kisses.

Chris’ hips rolled against mine and my breath hitched loudly. His hands fumbled for the clasp on my bra and his callous fingers felt like heaven running over my quickly heating skin. He opened the bra and leaned back to get a better look at me, before he pulled the straps of my shoulders and tossed it across the room. A rumbling moan erupted from him as he looked at me and his hips worked harder against mine. I gasped in delight and arched my back. Chris’ lips surged to my breasts and quickly enveloped one of my nipples with his lips. “Chris, please!” I whined shamelessly. His tongue flitted eagerly over my nipple and I scraped my nails through his hair. “What do you want, pretty girl? Huh?” The deep timbre of his voice raised goose bumps all over my skin. “God, Chris, please! Just fuck me.” My answer sounded more like a moan than anything else but Chris was satisfied with my answer.

“You ready for me, baby?” His hand suddenly dipped into my panties and he ran his fingers gently over my folds. “Hmm? You wet for me, pretty girl?” When two of his fingers slid past my folds and pushed into me, I gasped so loudly that I almost didn’t hear Chris growling. “Fuck, honey, you’re fucking soaked.” He bit his lip and thrusted his fingers harshly into me.  “How long have you been wet like that, baby? God, I could just slip right in.” He grunted loudly and my body tensed in anticipation. “Chris, please.” I whined again, my head lolling to the side. “I know, pretty girl. I have everything you need.” He gently pulled his fingers out and yanked my panties down. His boxers followed immediately after, but then he looked into my eyes and stopped. “Are you sure?” He asked sincerely. “Yes. I wanna be yours, Chris.”

I could feel his cock twitching against my thigh and I sucked in a deep breath. “Look at me.” His tone was back to commanding again and as I locked eyes with him he pushed into me. A full-body shudder enveloped me, as I finally felt him and I keened loudly. Chris growled loudly and the muscles in his arms and neck flexed with his attempt at self-control. “Fuck. You’re so damn tight, pretty girl.” He said, slowly rocking his hips into mine. My eyes rolled back in my head, as I begged him to go faster. I was so close already and I could hardly believe it. I wanted him to consume me, mark me and make sure I always knew who I belonged to.

Sitting back on his haunches, he gripped my hips tight and slammed me onto him at the same time as he thrusted forward. A scream of ‘yes’ tore from my lips, as he hit my sweet spot. Chris smirked in satisfaction. “Yeah? Right there, pretty girl?” He snapped his hips forward roughly, hitting the same spot again and again. I keened loudly and nodded. “Need you to come, pretty girl. You’re squeezing me so damn tight, I can barely move.” His voice was hoarse and deep and I moaned again. “You like it when talk to you, baby?” His voice was smug. “Fuck… you look so pretty talking my cock like this. Completely fucked out and drooling for it.” My walls were starting to flutter around him. “There we go, pretty girl. Squeeze my cock, so I can eat that pretty little pussy of yours after.”

Blood was thrumming in my ears and I keened when his fingers started drawing firm circles over my clit. When he thrusted into me again my entire body seized up, toes curling, muscles clenching and my vision whiting out as pleasure shot through my system. Slowly, oh so slowly, the pleasure drained from my body and I was left feeling like I was floating. “Fuck.” Chris’ grunt broke through the haze. “I’m gonna cum, baby. Where do you want it?” Fighting through the tiredness in my limbs, I wrapped my legs around his waist. “Inside me, Chris. I wanna feel you filling me up.” Chris cursed loudly and his hips sped up. His rhythm became irregular and he threw his head back on a loud moan as he shot his load inside of me. His hips continued pumping into mine a few more times before he collapsed on top of me.

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[tangtownie]

Warm Hearts - Chris Evans x Reader Insert

Author’s Note: Don’t hate me but I literally had to google what sport the Patriots play. Apparently, they’re really good. Who knew? I also don’t know shit about American football, so I skipped the description of the game (It’s not what we’re here for anyway). Dividers by the talented @firefly-graphics​ 

Pretty sure this can still be read as a standalone, but if not please feel free to check out the prequel Cold Water. This is for the HBC’s Week of Love and the prompt is First ‘I Love You’. @the-ce-horniest-book-club 

Also, ya girl is running on 4 hours of sleep, so there might be mistakes. 

Word count: 1.292

Warnings: mentions off alcohol, maybe cursing, domestic Chris, wholesomeness and fluff. 

It had been a few weeks since the aquarium date and I had been spending most of my time with Chris. I really enjoyed his company but I couldn’t believe that we were still taking things slow. Personally, I had been ready to jump his bones since the first time I met him. But I had quickly realised that the potentially, very public, kiss in the aquarium was not his style. Chris was always very respectful and almost conservative with the way he manoeuvred around me when we were out together, and unfortunately for my impatient heart and I, Chris and I had only been seeing each other publicly. After the aquarium, though, there had been some handsy make out sessions in his car. In a way, I felt like a teenager again: sneaking around with Chris and making out in his car.  

Today was different, however, as Chris had invited me to his house. I had been there a few times before, but never “for the day” as he had put it when he invited me over. Having told Chris to text me if I needed to bring something over, I double-checked my phone before leaving. There were no new messages and it was probably for the best, as I was already running a little late. I knew that the Patriots were playing today and I had a feeling that Chris would want to watch the game. The last thing I grabbed before leaving was the gift I had gotten for Dodger.

I had always liked dogs, but Dodger was on a whole other level. The first time I met him, I had been so enamoured with him that I didn’t even notice Chris watching us. Since then whenever I had gone by Chris’ house I had brought a small gift for Dodger. Today’s gift was a stuffed turtle that had looked so damn cute I just couldn’t resist it, kinda like Dodger himself. Before I knew it, I was parked outside of Chris’ house.

I quickly made my way to the door, knocked and let myself in. “Chris?” I called out for him. “In the kitchen.” He called back. Dodger came running from around the corner and I put my bag down to greet him. “Hi buddy, I missed you. How are ya?” Dodger was almost beside himself, yapping loudly and wagging his tail like crazy. Smiling down at him, I let my hands run through his soft, soft fur and gave him a forehead kiss. “You want your present, Dodge?” He yapped loudly again and I grinned widely, as I pulled the stuffed toy from my bag.

“See how cute that is?” I asked. “Almost as cute as you, but only almost.” Dodger barked, wanting his new toy and I laughed before tossing it to him. “There you go, Dodge. Enjoy.” Dodger caught the toy mid-air and trotted away happily. Finally making my way into the kitchen, I smiled at Chris’ stern face. “You’re spoiling him.” He said. Shrugging, I couldn’t really keep a straight face. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I said with a cheeky smile. Chris put down the knife he’d been using but even he couldn’t help but crack a smile. “If you say so.”

Walking around the kitchen island, I stopped next to him. ”Hi.” I smiled up at him. “Can I help with something?” Chris smirked back at me. “Yeah, definitely. Just stay right there.” As he finished talking, he gently cupped my face and pulled me into him. “Hi.” He said, just before his lips crashed into mine. A squeak of surprise left me and my hands flew to his shirt, fisting it over his stomach. Chris hummed as he tilted his head, deepening our kiss. He ran his tongue over my bottom lip and I eagerly invited his tongue to battle with mine. His hands shifted: one tangled into my hair and another rested around my neck. I wanted nothing more than to let his kisses consume me, but I was already feeling so light-headed that I could barely keep my balance.

Pulling back just a little, Chris’ lips travelled down my neck instead. A blissful sigh escaped me and I couldn’t help but ask. “So, is that really what you needed help for?” I could feel Chris’ chuckle rumble through his throat until he pulled back too. “Definitely.” His eyes had that sparkle again and I couldn’t tear my eyes from him. “By all means, don’t let me stop you.” I smiled up at Chris and he quickly dove in for another kiss.  

Looking around his living room, I was astonished by the mountains of food he had prepared.

“Are you expecting others?” I asked him. “What do you mean?” He inquired. “Well, there seems to be enough food here for an army, so I was just wondering if you’re on some strange diet or if we’re waiting on someone?” My tone was teasing and a smile curled around my lips. “Ha ha.” He said drily. “I just wanted to make sure there was something you liked.” Looking at the table that was littered with vegetable sticks, hummus, garlic dip, pretzels, pigs in blankets, hot wings, beer and napkins, I grinned widely. “Well, you definitely succeeded.”

The TV was already on the right channel and I settled on the couch. “While this all looks amazing, then don’t think for a second that you’re off the hook for taking me to a Patriots game.” Chris laughed loudly next to me. “Is that so?” He said. “Oh, definitely. I mean where am I supposed to find a jersey here?” I said smiling, convinced that I had him. However, the smirk that quickly wrapped around his lips told me differently. “Well, honey, it just so happens that I have a few jerseys…”

I interrupted him before he could continue. “I’m not buying one of your shirts, Chris!” He only laughed at my exclamation. “Of course, you’re not. But you could borrow one for a very reasonable price.” He was smirking right at me and his eyes were sparkling with mischief. “Oh, yeah? And what’s a reasonable price to you, then?” I smirked back at him. “All you have to do is to let me say just one thing, even though it’s way too soon.” Leaning in slightly, I asked him: “And what is that thing?” The expression on Chris’ face changed to something more serious than I had ever seen in him and he grabbed my hand. Taking a deep breath, he said: “I love you.”

Blinking at him in surprise, I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “And I know, that it’s way too early,” he continued. ”But I just had to tell you. You’re so kind and happy and a little quirky and I just…. I love you.” Tears welled in my eyes and I took a deep breath, trying to control the tsunami of emotions that was raging inside of me. “Chris…” I said. “You’re so patient and fun and sweet.” Pausing, I took another deep breath and tried to find the right words. “And of course, I love you too.” A sigh of relief escaped from Chris when I finished speaking. His lips were on mine again before I knew it. The kiss didn’t last long as we were both smiling so widely our teeth kept clanging together.

Pulling away from my lips, he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me to his chest. Still smiling, I wrapped my arms around him and nuzzled my head in the crook of his neck. Chris and I stayed wrapped up together on that couch for the rest of the day, repeating those three words and exchanging kisses.

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