The Boston Brute Series: Pt. 6 (don’t Give Up On Me) - Sneak Peek

the boston brute series: part 9 (baby steps be damned)

The Boston Brute Series: Pt. 9 - Baby Steps Be Damned

Pairing: NHL!Chris Evans x Athletic Trainer!Reader (female character)

Summary: When you graduated from Northeastern University, you had your sights set on the West Coast. And then you were offered a position with the Boston Bruins Athletic Training Department. And then you met Chris. A 6′3″, ruggedly handsome hockey player dead set on making your life a living hell by pushing every button and getting on every nerve. Despite your obvious disdain for each other and the ‘No Fraternization’ clause in your employee contract, you’re drawn together in a passionate, fiery love affair that seems to burn everything in its wake.

Warnings:  Crude language. Chris is an asshole. Neglect from the previous part is joked about being Chris and reader. If you can’t handle that, please do not read. SMUT (fingering, oral - fem receiving. 18+, please. Minors will be blocked.) This part actually has fluff, too! Please do not read this series if you are not a fan of asshole Chris or fics with a lot of angst. As always, let me know if I missed anything!

W/C: 6.6k

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All players and scenarios are made up completely. This story does not reflect things that actually happen in the NHL or with its players. Additionally, I talk about Chris’s family in this fic. Again, work of fiction and is no reflection of his parents or grandparents in real life.

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Sitting on your designated stool in the corner, your leg bounced rapidly as the game played out in front of you. It was the 3rd period, tied at 2 with the LA Kings.

You have loved hockey for a long time, but even when you were with Dean, the games still didn’t feel this intense. It was so obvious that Chris loved what he did and his love for the game had you hooked. It also didn’t hurt that he looked so damn good while he was doing it. The way that he moved on the ice was mesmerizing, especially because you knew what each of those muscles looked like when they were bare and flexed.

Luckily, no one had gotten injured or needed anything from you today, so you were able to focus on what was happening and it was getting close to going into overtime. There were only 7 minutes left in the game and of course, Chris picked a fight.

You cringed as the other player’s fist swung towards Chris’s face, a hard punch landing on his cheek before he started firing back. This was the one thing you hated. Obviously, they let the players fight for a reason, but it always seemed to be Chris throwing the punches and you hated it.

They hit the ground hard and the crowd rose to their feet, fists pounding against the plexiglass. Chris was pulled off of the other player, whatever they were yelling at each other was drowned out by the roar of the crowd as he was escorted quickly to one of the penalty boxes. He turned to sit on the bench and your rolled your eyes. His cheek was bleeding.

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Freaking amazing Cait! Always surprising what you write! Love it!

the boston brute series: surprise epilogue extension

The Boston Brute Series: Surprise Epilogue Extension

Pairing: NHL!Chris Evans x Athletic Trainer!Reader (female character)

Summary: When you graduated from Northeastern University, you had your sights set on the West Coast. And then you were offered a position with the Boston Bruins Athletic Training Department. And then you met Chris. A 6′3″, ruggedly handsome hockey player dead set on making your life a living hell by pushing every button and getting on every nerve. Despite your obvious disdain for each other and the ‘No Fraternization’ clause in your employee contract, you’re drawn together in a passionate, fiery love affair that seems to burn everything in its wake.

Warnings: Language, fluff, happy tears

W/C: 1.3k

A/N: this was inspired by a little tweet i saw of a mom refusing to punish her son because he stood up for his female teammate. thought it was fitting so i had to write it! THANK YOU FOR 9K!!! Here’s your gift hahaha

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All players and scenarios are made up completely. This story does not reflect things that actually happen in the NHL or with its players. Additionally, I talk about Chris’s family in this fic. Again, work of fiction and is no reflection of his parents or grandparents in real life.

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site. Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated ❤

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“We have to talk to him,” you crossed your arms, leaning against the wall in the hallway outside your 17-year-olds room. It was late and you really didn’t want to have to lecture him at 11 pm on a school night, but it needed to be done. 

Chris shrugged, “It’s just a part of the game, princess. You know that.” 

You rolled your eyes, “Yeah, I do. But it’s the 5th game in a row. He plays for his high school, not the NHL. If he keeps this up, he’s gonna get kicked out of the league.” 

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@blizzspeaks Chris and the grapefruit!

Mmph, my🐱

Because this is how he’s gotta be looking at you when you’re at a neighborhood block party, right? After he sees you happen to have charmed the very shy little two year old girl who lives three doors down from you. Her four year old brother is shepherding both you and the little girl who won’t let go of your hand around to get snacks, play on the swings, and back and forth from the play room of the house throwing this get together.

He can see it.

American pie, white picket fence dream.

(Better put this behind a read more for some breeding and some questionable consent…)

You’ve already fooled around a bit. Not the first few weeks as the new couple in the neighborhood, but this week the proximity finally caught up in a moments of weakness that finally coincided for both of you. He knows you’re not a prude, but without a need to even discuss it, you had drawn a nice, comfortable line between the two of you. The logical thing if you’re going to play house to spy on the neighbors for as long as it takes to get their secrets. Both of you are such professionals it’s why he had no qualms taking this unconventional approach with you.

But then one late night less than a week ago…

And with the damn broken, it seemed a shame to waste a good thing.

He is on you the second he closes and locks the front door that night. It’s a kiss to consume you, and you half moan, half giggle when he presses you up against the wall and grinds his erection into your stomach. He’s a quick study and he’s already figured out enough ways to turn your brain off.

When he pushes you down to your knees, you go eagerly, and you unzip his pants and take his cock out without instruction.

He enjoys the warmth of your mouth until the saliva is dripping sloppily out of your lips and he can see you’ve finally slipped one hand down beneath your skirt to touch yourself.

That’s when he pulls you off, and in one swift moment raises you back up, twists you around, and shoves you against the wall. He flips up your skirt, pushes the wet gusset of your panties aside and sheathes his cock in you in one full thrust. You were wet for him, but not stretched, but you’ve already confessed that you don’t need him to prep you every time, that sometimes you like the pain of it, if being split open by his thick cock.

He can hear how far gone you already are in the baseness of your moan, which is perfect, because a couple of times you’ve let him fuck you a couple of times without a condom already, but he’s not pulling out tonight.

You realize that a moment too late.

In the throes of your first orgasm for the night, he continues pumping, he twitches inside you, and you try to move your hips, but he pins you and keeps thrusting.

“Steve, you need to - ”

“I need to fill your sweet cunt and see your belly swell with my children, sweetheart.”

You gasp and then cry out.

“What I saw tonight? You with those kids? Too sweet to pass up.”

He keeps thrusting until he’s spilling his hot seed in your womb, and he taps your needy clit to pull another short orgasm from you and you whimper his name.

He will take you again on all fours on the hardwood floor of the entryway before throwing you over his shoulder and then taking you apart until you’re mindless and docile and pumped so full of his cum before midnight that it’s dripping out of you. It won’t matter because he’s got plenty more for you, and he will keep you full all night, fucking you a few times through the haze of your sleep. You won’t be able to move in the morning with your exhaustion, which will be perfect for him to go to the bathroom and flush your birth control away.

As for him? He can do this all day, as many days as it takes to root his seed in you and get you to see this his way.

He even thinks it could be easy to sway you into his fantasy.

Sure seems like it with how you moan and cry at first but with cries that turn to keening.

Um… happy accidental Sinday!

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The air that filled your office space thickened and you found it harder and harder to breath as Terry’s and Rick’s stares burned through your very skin. Chris was sitting in a chair next to your desk with his back turned to you and his face hidden under his Bruins cap.

“Y/N, please, take a seat.“ Rick urged and you obliged.

Your heart was beating out of your chest, you had absolutely no idea what was going to happen. Theories roamed inside your mind but none of them could even prepare you to what was going to happen next.

”I‘m sorry you had to find out about this, Y/N, this way. We waited for Chris to tell you himself but...”

Terry looked at Chris sternly. The latter stayed unfaltering in his seat.

“Chris, please, don’t make this harder than it already is for Y/N. Just show her!.”

”Show me what?” You screamed in complete panic and terror.

Chris stood up from his chair, took his cap off and laid his fingers on the edge of his chin. You kept shaking your head unable to fathom what he could possible be doing.

Chris then proceeded to lift his facemask off and reveal his true identity!

IT WAS FUCKING FLYNN RIDER! CHRIS FUCKING EVANS WAS FLYNN RIDER ALL ALONG!

No wonder he kept calling you princess and knew so much about Disney!

You were shook to your core and on the verge of dying from laughing your ass off loooool bestie this one is for that stupid anon and all those who question ur method! This is a safe space for shenanigans LEAVE US BE HATERS!

STOP

LMFAO

I'M FUCKING DEAD

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

i love you guys lmfao

I just made the most unattractive cackling noise known to man hahahahaha

This is not a drill #chrisevanspuppyinterview in less than 15 minutes!!!

Burnin’ Up - Firefighter Chris AU Masterlist

Series Summary: On paper you and Chris should work out perfectly, understand each other, except it’s never that simple… especially with the Cop vs Firefighter rivalry, a rivalry made worse by pushy parents.

Pairing: Firefighter!Chris x Cop!Reader

Series Warnings: Cop vs Firefighter Stereotypes! Description of Emergencies! Pushy and Demanding Parents! Angst! Fluff! SMUT! 18+ ONLY! Minor Character Deaths! More detailed descriptions at the beginning of each part!

Masterlist

Meet the Characters!

Part 1: Long Day at the Office

Part 2: Dramatic Reunion

Part 3: Facing the Consequences

Part 4: Pulling Pigtails

Part 5: Doughnut Squad

Part 6: Friendly Rivalry

Part 7: The Evans Family BBQ

Part 8: Boiling Point

Part 9: Up in Flames

Part 9.5: Immediate Aftermath

Part 10: Burning Bridges

Part 11: How You Get The Girl

Part 12: Worth The Wait

Part 13: Bring Your Partner To Work Day

Bonus Drabble: Skater Boy

Part 14: Off My Mind

Part 15: Calm Waters

Part 16: The Storm

Part 17: Bulletproof Vest

Part 18: Moving On and Up

Part 19: The Eye Of The Hurricane

Part 20: Those You Choose

Epilogue

Bonus Epilogue

Headcanons/Extras

Sleeping Giant

Sleeping Beauty 

Prank War

Home Sweet Home

Peek Into The Future

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WOW!

arranged: pt. 7 - free

arranged - pt. 7 (free)

mafia!Chris Evans x Female Reader

Series Summary: Living in this life, you’ve never gotten to have much say in anything. What you wear, who  you hang out with, and now, who you marry and you’re dreading your arranged marriage to the Italian mob boss, Chris Evans. Expecting to suffer through a life of abuse while being kept under lock and key, you’re pleasantly surprised when Chris is nothing like you expected. He’s the most feared man on the East Coast, only brought to his knees by one thing and one thing only. You.

Warnings: language, alcohol, arranged marriage (chris’s family signs contract with readers family that promises their first born daughter to their first born son), parental abuse mentioned, age gap. Reader is 25, Chris is 35. (18+ only, please) parental death, guns, violence, LOTS OF ANGST. blood, reader going into shock. Chris doin’ some killing. 

A/N: This series is like ripping my heart into shreds 

W/C: 7.1k

ALSO, major S/O again to @tis-thedamn-season and @blizzspeaks like i seriously don’t know what I would do without you guys

Italian and Italian translation in italics. DISCLAIMER: I do not speak italian nor am i italian. If there is something incorrect, please tell me so I can make the proper corrections!!! Thank you to @chaelle for helping me with the translations :)

*CHRIS POV*

It was early. Entirely too early for his phone to be ringing, but still, it did. Chris took a deep breath, careful not to wake you and rolled over to grab his phone from it’s charger, “Yeah?” 

Seb’s voice came through the other end, “Hey, so, I’ve been keeping tabs on Y/N’s mother like you asked and… I think something’s happening.” 

Chris glanced over at you, before climbing out of bed and walking gingerly to the bathroom, closing the door quietly, “What’s going on?” 

“I’m not… really that sure. But he’s been acting weird. Real flighty, jumpy.”

His hand scrubbed down his face, trying to will himself awake, “Alright,” he sighed, “can you tail?” 

“I can if you need me to, I’ve got that… thing with Russo today.” 

Chris had ordered everyone to be as vague as possible over the phones. Mafia business was tough and he couldn’t risk being tapped or exposed over a burner cell. Local cops weren’t an issue, but the FBI wasn’t as easy to bribe. Neither was ATF. 

“Right. Uh– I’ll call Romano. Take care of everything with Russo, I’ll talk to you later,” Chris hung up before Seb got the chance to respond, immediately dialing Romano and putting him on the tail of your father. 

This man was not to be trusted. At all. He’s always been sleazy and conniving, but he almost never let it show. If he was visibly jumpy to Seb, something was off. 

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the boston brute series drabble: unchained melody

The Boston Brute Series Drabble: Unchained Melody 

Pairing: NHL!Chris Evans x Athletic Trainer!Reader (female character)

Summary: When you graduated from Northeastern University, you had your sights set on the West Coast. And then you were offered a position with the Boston Bruins Athletic Training Department. And then you met Chris. A 6′3″, ruggedly handsome hockey player dead set on making your life a living hell by pushing every button and getting on every nerve. Despite your obvious disdain for each other and the ‘No Fraternization’ clause in your employee contract, you’re drawn together in a passionate, fiery love affair that seems to burn everything in its wake.

Warnings: TOOTHACHING SWEETNESS. FLUFF. FLUFFITY FLUFF. Language. (This series still has smut, minors DNI. 18+ Only)

A/N: It’s starttinngggg (as in the drabbles lol)! I had someone write in about dancing with Chris and I knew I just needed to write about it! Sorry it wasn’t the song you suggested, but I just felt like this was perfffff

Link To Song: Unchained Melody - The Righteous Brothers

W/C: 707

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All players and scenarios are made up completely. This story does not reflect things that actually happen in the NHL or with its players. Additionally, I talk about Chris’s family in this fic. Again, work of fiction and is no reflection of his parents or grandparents in real life.

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Your fingers trailed the soft, worn cardboard of  Chris’s vinyl collection. He never struck you as the kind of person who… collected things. Much less records. But here you stood, in his living room staring at a very impressive collection of classic records. 

Chris stood in the kitchen, a white dish towel slung over his left shoulder as he stirred something in a pot on the stove. “See anything you like?” 

You raised an eyebrow suggestively, knowing he meant the records, but the laugh your stupid joke elicited was worth it. Smiling, you turned back to the shelf. “A few. This is… wow. I mean, Elvis, The Temptations, Etta James, Nat King Cole. I can’t even imagine how much this collection must’ve cost.” 

“A lot of them came from my grandparents. Neither of them wanted them after the divorce… So, I took them. They remind me of my childhood.”

This Chris was your favorite. The real Chris. The one who relaxed and smiled and told you about his childhood. The Chris that made you believe the Boston Brute was just a figment of everyone’s imagination. 

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arranged: part 10 (you make it easy)

arranged - pt. 10 (you make it easy)

mafia!Chris Evans x Female Reader

Series Summary: Living in this life, you’ve never gotten to have much say in anything. What you wear, who  you hang out with, and now, who you marry and you’re dreading your arranged marriage to the Italian mob boss, Chris Evans. Expecting to suffer through a life of abuse while being kept under lock and key, you’re pleasantly surprised when Chris is nothing like you expected. He’s the most feared man on the East Coast, only brought to his knees by one thing and one thing only. You.

Warnings: language, alcohol, arranged marriage (chris’s family signs contract with readers family that promises their first born daughter to their first born son), parental abuse mentioned, age gap. Reader is 25, Chris is 35. lots of fluff, SMUT (18+ only, minors, DNI) 

W/C: 8k

A/N: This is the last part to this awesome series, you guys! I cannot thank you enough for all of the love and support for this series. Like you guys absolutely blew my mind. I love you all! 

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Italian and Italian translation in italics. Disclaimer - I am not Italian and do not speak Italian, if there is something wrong or something not phrased correctly, PLEASE CORRECT ME! Huge shoutout to @chaelle for helping me with the italian translations :)

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Before you knew it, you and Chris were quickly approaching your first anniversary as husband and wife. It was kind of strange to think about everything that had happened in the past year and how different things were when you first got married. 

You didn’t even know that Chris was capable of loving you the way that he did. Your heart swelled when you thought back to your conversation the week of your house party when Chris confessed that because of you, he knew a life of love and laughter. He didn’t know it, but you weren’t sure if he would ever say anything about your love life that would top that.

 Often when you were young, you fantasized about what your life would be like when you were a ‘grown up’ and you wondered if you would find love or be trapped in a loveless, abusive marriage like your mamma. You were so overwhelmingly happy knowing that you got out. You broke the cycle. You would never spend another day afraid of someone who was supposed to love you and take care of you. In the beginning, you didn’t 100% believe Chris when he said that he would never hurt you, but now, you did. 

You laid on the couch, your back pressed against Chris’s chest while Dodger laid on your feet, New Girl playing on the TV. Popping another gummy bear into your mouth, you lifted your chin to look at him the best you could, “You know… I wish we could get married now.” 

You didn’t have the best view of him with how you were laying, but you could see enough to watch his brows push together in confusion, “We are married, what are you talking about?” 

“You know,” you paused to pop another gummy bear into your mouth, “now that we like each other.” 

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