The Boston Brute Series: Part 9 (baby Steps Be Damned)

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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arranged: pt. 4 (come home to me)

arranged - pt. 4 (come home to me)

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. Guns, violence, reader stitches up Chris, blood. A teeny little bit of smut but nothing crazy. (18+only)

A/N: I love this part. so much. like so fucking much. another shout out to @delilahjamesevans and @blizzspeaks for helping me out!

also, this one is 100% dedicated to you guys. your love for this series put me at 3k followers and I cannot believe it. I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH!

W/C: 6.2k

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You studied Chris as he moved around the kitchen, the clanking of pots and pans combined with the string of obscenities he was mumbling over his breath made you chuckle. He turned, throwing you a playful scowl. Keeping an eye on him over the brim of your coffee mug, you smirked, “Need help?” you teased before blowing the hot beverage lightly. 

“I survived for 35 years without a wife, I am perfectly capable of cooking breakfast,” he growled. 

You hid another snicker by sipping your coffee, knowing damn well Chris had a cook up until you moved in. Once you found out that Chris had a cook, you’d asked kindly for them to be relieved so that you were able to take that over. It seemed so 1950s at the time, but you knew that as the wife of a don, you couldn’t work, so you needed something that gave you some kind of purpose during the days. This week, you’d started diving into baked goods, trying your hand at an assortment of cupcakes, muffins, beignets, cookies, etc. You were pleasantly surprised when you came home from lunch with your mom to find a stack of cookbooks on the kitchen island for you. Chris teased you yesterday about needing to find a new hobby, one that wouldn’t ruin his 6 pack, to which you asked for his black card, as a joke, and he was all too quick to hand it over. He was totally fine with shopping being your new hobby. 

“Let me help you, marito.” (husband)

A smile tugged at his lips when you cooed the Italian term of endearment as he impatiently waited for the gas range to flicker to life, “I got it, I got it. Sedersi e rilassarsi.” (sit and relax)

Sedersi e rilassarsi. Sedersi e rilassarsi. You repeated it a couple of times in your brain before shaking your head in defeat, “Tradurre.” (translate) You and Chris had been working on your Italian over the past couple of days, one of the only words you had to use regularly was ‘translate’. 

“Sit and relax, cara, I’m handling it.” 

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the boston brute - pt. 2 (sweden sounds nice)

The Boston Brute - Pt. 2 (Sweden Sounds Nice)

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 distain 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: Chris is an asshollleeee, language, sexual innuendos, parental death mentioned, legal alcohol consumption (reader is in late 20s), reader talking down about herself a little. 

A/N: I need Connor in my life honestly. 

W/C: 8k

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“He’s not that bad…” 

You rolled your eyes at Connor, moving the mouse so the computer came to life. It was almost 8am, Connor’s appointment with you was at 8:30, but he always brought you coffee and joined you at open so he could talk your ear off about whatever or whoever he did this weekend. Today, it was different. You were beyond exhausted after being kept awake all weekend by Marlowe and Payton’s relentless porno making and were not looking forward to the fact that you had to deal with Chris later today, too, so instead of focusing on Connor, you vented. 

About everything. Not that he seemed to care. 

But first, it started with Marlowe and Payton and your annoyance with their constant need to be wrapped up in each other, Connor’s rebuttal being that you were sad and single. Maybe he wasn’t wrong… but that didn’t save him from the shoulder punch you threw his way. 

Then, you went off on a tangent about Chris. His attitude, his stupid fucking scowl and constant need to argue and undermine everything that came out of your mouth.

Connor’s ‘not that bad’ was in reference to your comment comparing him to Satan. You begged to differ. 

“He is that bad, Connor.” You scoffed, shaking your head while you sipped from the large latte he provided this morning, “He’s probably not all sexist and grumpy when he’s around you.” 

Connor’s eyebrows jumped up in surprise. “Sexist?” 

“Why else would he want someone else? He thinks I’m incapable of helping him because I’m a woman.” 

His eyes narrowed, “Did he say that?” 

You huffed in response, turning your attention back to the computer so you could print out the client sheet for today. 

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out of left field series: pt. 2 - i can’t do this without you

Out Of Left Field Series: Part 2 - I Can’t Do This Without You

Pairing: MLB!Chris Evans x Best Friend!Reader (female character)

Summary: After 29 years of friendship with Chris, there’s nothing you wouldn’t do for him. When he finds himself amid a PR nightmare at the same time your ex-boyfriend starts lurking around every corner, you enter into a mutually beneficial, strictly PR relationship to save his career and keep your ex away. But the lines begin to blur and lies get told, both you and Chris realizing you might’ve bitten off more than you can chew. Will you make it out unscathed or will you and Chris be just another PR relationship that ends in heartbreak and humiliation?

A/N: YAY!!! LOVE THIS PART. And again, ya’ll can thank @tis-thedamn-season for letting me bombard her with messages a million times a day when I need to sort things out hahahaha

Warnings: Drugs, language, allusions to smut, reader has an abusive/controlling ex, reader and chris are both 29 years of age (this is what you guys voted on!)

W/C: 6.4k

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“Ha!” The sudden outburst caught you by surprise, but the almost hysterical laughter that followed didn’t. 

You. Chris’s PR girlfriend? Yeah, right. Funny. 

Cami pinned you with a look that clearly said: “This isn’t a joke.” 

“Cami.” You reasoned, shaking your head. “No. It’s not- No.”

She sat back in her chair, shrugging her shoulders and resting her hands on her lap. “You did say it was a good idea. Someone local, a name the higher-ups know…”

Her statement ended like this was a no-brainer, but it was… whatever the hell was the opposite of a no-brainer is! Of course, you meant what you said, but you meant someone else. Someone… Realistic. 

Heat warmed your cheeks when you peeked at Chris and saw the astonished look on his face. 

Great. He’s fucking mortified by even the idea of being seen with me as anything more than a friend. 

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𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | college!Jake Jensen x college!reader (college roommate au)

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | fluff, himbo!Jake, jake has a crush and so do you, SMUT - minors DNI, daddy kink, fingering (f), squirting, spitting, dirty talk, oral (f&m), p*ssy slapping, face fucking, all while wearing a headset

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | Jake is a dumbass, but he’s your dumbass, even when things fly straight over his head. Based off this post: ‘let me suck your dick while you’re gaming🥺’

𝗪/𝗖 | 3.6K

𝗔/𝗡 | finally got to write for my baby hehe, [all asks — drabbles]

˗ˏˋ𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ ⋰˚ 𝐂.𝐄. & 𝐂𝐨. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 — 𝐀𝐎𝟑

During this time of year, students are nose deep in textbooks or laptops, drilling information in their brains, losing themselves in the stress, and anticipating the upcoming summer break.

Just like them, you were preparing and studying for your own two weeks of hell, while taking well-needed breaks in between to avoid breakdowns. You, similar to many other students, struggle this time of the semester.

Your roommate—not so much.

Jake is a computer science major and has always been at the top of his class. He never studies because he doesn’t need to, and seems to always get the highest grade amongst his peers.

Thankfully, Jake is always there when you need him. For projects, papers and study sessions—all you have to do is ask and he’s up and ready with his laptop and his gifted skills. His loyalty and kindness didn’t only stem from your friendship, or because the two of you were roommates. Jake kisses the ground you walk on because he was helplessly taken by you.

Anytime you need him, he’s there and honestly, even when you don’t need him, he’s there—not only because you lived together and he couldn’t be anywhere else. Almost every day, he is sitting on the living room couch wearing a headset and online gaming with his friends. Loudly, always so loud. Like cursing or telling off his friends in a playful way. Sometimes he was shirtless with his muscles and tattoos on display, but unfortunately today, he is wearing a shirt with a corny computer joke on it:

We'll we'll we'll...if it isn't autocorrect.

Admittedly, Jake is far from unattractive. He is lovely eye-candy and has been the root of your fantasies more times than you can count. Jake may be highly academically intelligent, but when it comes to certain signals and social cues, he couldn’t be more clueless.

You know this, but you don’t know exactly how stupid he can be. Which has led to several misunderstandings.

Today is a study day, and you’re in the middle of a break. After dropping by the campus cafeteria for a sugary drink, you arrive back at your shared apartment. You walk in, typing on your phone and slurping your slushie.

As you pass, Jake freezes. Fingers stiff around the controller and his words die on his tongue. Behind his circular glasses, he watches you bend over the counter and ruffle through the junk food cabinet. Your tank top rolled up and your ass hanging out the bottom of your underwear—these are shorts, Jake—you always walked around the apartment half-naked, and went out in public only a quarter-naked. But with the high temperature, you can’t bear the thought of wearing anything more.

“Jake, have you seen the rest of the bubblegum?” You turn around, smirking as his eyes snap to your face.

“Uh, I had the last one.”

“Oh.” You deflate, wrapping your lips around the straw and sucking again.

Jake immediately sits up, already patting his pockets for his wallet. “Sorry, I can run to the store and get more—”

“It’s okay.” You shrug, stepping towards him and gently rubbing your fingers through his hair. His eyes fall shut in bliss as you scratch his head, but then they shoot open as you roughly yank his head back, pressing it into the back of the couch.

His words go muffled as you capture his mouth in yours, tongue slipping between his lips as you moan. Tightening your fingers in his blond hair, you pull away, breathing heavily.

“What—”

You pat his head, “thanks, baby.” You grin, then blow a pink bubble.

Jake pants, nodding stiffly. “Y-You’re welcome, I’ll—uh, get more tomorrow.” His voice is raspy and lower as a slight bulge appears in his pants. He inhales sharply as you strut away, answering a call on your phone as your bedroom door shuts.

The blond slumps, squeezing his eyes shut as his hand ghosts over his cock. “—I think I can hear your boner, Jensen.”

“Shut up, Colin.” Jake huffs, peeking down the hallway. He sees your shadow moving under your door, and with his headset on, he can barely hear you speaking on the phone.

“Dude, you’re fucking whipped.” Johnny pipes up, laughing.

“I know.” Jake sighs dreamily, tasting some of your cherry slushie on his tongue.

“And you two aren’t even dating.”

“We—sometimes, we kiss and sleep together, there’s nothing wrong with that.”

“I didn’t say there was.”

“No, there’s definitely something up with that–not wrong, just weird. You’re both exclusively together without being together.” Bucky’s voice comes through.

“And you took her home for the holidays and New Year.” Steve chimes in, “Didn’t you go to that destination wedding last summer—where was it, Rome?”

“It was Italy,” Colin says.

“No, it was Jamaica.” Johnny corrects, “I remember because of those bikini photos she posted, and as scandalous as it was, she was still wearing more than last Halloween.”

“I didn’t even know they made skirts that short.” Steve murmurs.

Bucky hums, “Oh, shit, I asked her to dance with me that night, but she was too caught up in Jensen’s costume malfunction—”

“Can you all shut the fuck up?” The blond grumbles.

“Not until you ask that babe to be yours! Unless, you need a wingman, Jensen.”

“Maybe he doesn’t only have trouble asking her out… early erectile dysfunction can happen in your 20s.”

Colin clears his throat, “Symptoms include loss of sensitivity of your dick, difficulty getting and maintaining an erection—”

Jake scoffs, if his friends were here, he’d kick them all in the balls, one after the other. “My dick is phenomenal and I fuck her just fine—”

“Fine? Is that what she calls it?” He switches to a higher-pitched voice, “Uh! Jake! This feels so fine—”

“I made her pass out on her birthday—nine orgasms. Bet you’ve only seen that shit in porn, asshole.”

A slew of laughter comes through his headset, loud cackles from everyone, Colin included. “All right, I bow to your greatness, o’ orgasm king—teach me your ways.”

“Us—teach us your ways, Jensen. Can’t keep all that knowledge to yourself.”

“Well, you have to know who you’re with, all their spots—”

“What’s her spot?” Colin interrupts.

“I’m not telling you, asshole.”

“C’mon! If you strike out, I’ll swoop in, it’s science.”

Jake rolls his eyes, he knows his friends are joking, but they’re still dickheads. He opens his mouth, about to respond, but your door swings open. You appear, wearing a cute little dress and sneakers, “Sue is having relationship troubles, is Reed online?”

“Uh, no.”

“Is that her?” Bucky asks.

“Well, Reed is being a jerk so I’m going to meet up with Sue. We might go to the mall or something.”

Jake ignores the oohs from his friends as you turn around, pulling the white fabric of your dress around your ass.

“Can you see my panties?” You ask, and he shakes his head, “Okay, I’m just wearing a thong anyway.”

“Shit, ask her to send me a picture—”

Johnny’s words fade away as you sit on his lap, cupping his bearded chin in your hands. Then, lightly tugging the headband of his headset to bring him closer, and pressing a sweet kiss to his lips. Similar to before, you slip your tongue in his mouth, moaning softly, his controller drops to the ground and his hands grip your hips tightly.

You lean back, blinking slowly, “Mhm, I’ll be back later, wait up for me so we can order dinner?”

Jake hums, pulling you closer for one last kiss. As you leave, slurping your slushie and blowing him a cute kiss, he wonders if all roommates and friends—whatever you were—do that too.

As exams come to a close, you have more free time, which means more time at home. Walking around half-dressed and smelling soft and creamy after each of your self-care nights. Just like tonight, after your relaxing spa session, you dress in one of Jake’s t-shirts.

Jake stiffens as you sit next to him, the cushion dipping with your weight. The smell of your soap and lotion distract him momentarily before he’s immersed in the game again. The volume of his headset is loud, but not loud enough to drown out your sigh.

You’re reclined back, head resting on the armrest as your hands drag along your exposed tummy. The softness of your flesh catches his eye, his fingers still for a few seconds before Colin is shouting at him, “Jensen, fucking move!”

His head snaps back to the television and he’s so absorbed into the game that he doesn’t peek at the object that lands in his lap. His skillful digits glide over the buttons, as the screen flashes quickly with gun firing and bright explosions. Other players are eliminated before his eyes, the rank of his squad climbing swiftly. As the round ends, he fist-pumps, cheering along with his friends as they recall their winning moves.

Bucky whoops, “Hell yeah, haven’t had a game that good in a while, boys.” They all start discussing the next round, Jake suggesting some strategies too. Pride fills his chest as Steve and Colin praise him—then he remembers the fabric in his lap.

The cotton is very familiar, mostly because he remembers you stuffing them into his hand before walking into the empty aisles of the campus library during one of your study sessions-turned-hook-up. For such a cute pair of panties, you sure loved taking them off.

Jake faces you, his blue eyes widening as your fingers press knuckle deep inside your pussy. Your gaze locked on his face as you massage your breast under the material of his shirt, a little whimper leaving your lips as you reach that little rough patch.

“—Jake was fucking standing out in the open like a dumbass!”

“Admiring the sky, Jensen?” Johnny laughs.

The man gulps, watching as your fingers pierce into your hole, stretching your tightness as your arousal spills out.

Pulling out, you spread your juices around your petals, wet noises filling the room, “Daddy, I couldn’t help myself.” You moan, raw bitten lips parted.

“It’s okay,” He breathes, feeling himself thicken in his shorts.

“What’s okay?”

“Nothing—I’ll be right back.” Jake shuts off his headset and pauses the game. He doesn’t know how long you’ve been doing this—but he knows you’re already close and he deeply regrets not glancing over earlier. It’s automatic as he reaches out, pushing his thumb into your mouth before bringing his hand to your cunt, applying pressure to your neglected nub.

“Daddy—ah!” You cover your mouth, thighs twitching as heat builds up in your belly. Jake quickly crawls between your legs and moves the mic, his lips latch onto your clit as he shoves your hand away.

Your fingers wrap around the headband of his headset and you use it to keep him close as your hips thrust up to meet his mouth. Nearly riding his face. Behind his slightly foggy glasses, his eyes are trained on you and your back arches as his tongue flicks against your clit, three of his thick fingers sliding deep inside you. Your wetness drips between his awaiting lips. Jake groans at your taste, using one hand to pull you closer as he feasts like a starved man.

“Fuck—you were just touching yourself next to me?” He growls, spitting sloppily on your pussy, slapping it for good measure. “Dirty girl, what was on your mind?”

“You—fuck, please don’t stop!” You whine, legs swinging over his broad shoulders and locking him in place. You were already on the brink and with him devouring your poor cunt, you can’t hold back. “I just—I was thinking about you.”

“Me? You’re a sweetheart.” Jake pins you down as your high hits, your juices squirting into his mouth and on his chin, he grinds into the couch, “That’s it, cum for daddy, baby, get me all messy.” He drinks you down greedily, watching you gasp and squeal. He slowly mouths against your core as your high bleeds into tiny shocks, dipping his tongue into your hole then, dragging the muscle up to your throbbing clit.

You squeal when he suckles the nub again, growling against you. He leans back and slips his fingers between your folds, strumming your clit and barely slipping inside your cunt, he does this until you try to push him away. After a final slap to your pussy, he pulls away and loudly sucks his soaked fingers.

Jake kisses from your thigh to your knee, “Are you okay?” He shifts, the tightness in his pants becoming unbearable.

Still tingling from your orgasm, you hum softly. “Mhm, I love when my boyfriend makes me feel good.”

Jake’s heart stops in his chest, all the air escaping his lungs, “Boyfriend?”

You nod slowly, blinking at him. “Yeah, you’re my boyfriend.”

“I am?” Oh, He’s so cute when he’s confused, your heart gushes, but your mind is saying something much different. “I mean—I am, I am, duh.”

“Jake,” you sit up, his shirt falling to your thighs. He does the same, carefully watching you as you put a hand on the back of his neck, “Did you think I let just any guy have me? Nothing wrong with that, but did you think I was that kind of girl?”

The blond opens and closes his mouth several times, and you try to ignore your arousal on his face.

“I asked you to be my boyfriend in that present I gave you months ago. The little blue bag with the yellow ribbon?” You frown.

Jake goes pale, “I thought that was the present for the secret Santa with our friends.”

You slap a hand over your face, a heat blooming all over your body, “that’s why Ransom was staring at me all night—you dork, I put a nude polaroid and a pair of my panties in that bag!”

“I’m sorry! Holy fuck, holy fuck.” Jake repeats, whipping out his phone to text his friend—I need that present from Christmas ASAP.

“I thought you accepted, that’s why we fucked that night.”

He just took that night as another one of your friendly roommate hookups—but looking back, you did seem softer, more loving—he feels like an idiot.

“Hold on, let’s get one thing straight, I obviously want you, so much that I lose all brain cells whenever you’re around. I just, fuck, I didn’t know,” Jake fears his chances with you are diminishing by the second. “I-I was gaming when you told me.”

Narrowing your eyes as he cowers slightly, you sigh, he’s a dumbass, but he’s your dumbass.

“You and your gaming, you’re lucky I’ve been telling everyone we’re dating—it’d just be humiliating to tell them we’re done already.” You cradle his jaw, feeling the rough hair under your palms.

“You’ve told people? Oh, thank fuck.” His cheeks flush red, he tries to kiss you but you lean away. “Baby, let me kiss—”

“—Since you like gaming so much, you can keep playing, daddy.” You reach over and unmute the headset, hitting play on the controller before settling on your knees between his spread thighs.

“Finally! What took you so long?”

Jake blinks owlishly as you pull down his pants, after rubbing over the growing bulge that first made an appearance when you walked out in your underwear. Jake happens to also be quite gifted between his legs—he’s the biggest you’ve ever had. Heavy and full balls, his cock is long, girthy and veiny, with a fat red leaking tip, you can’t help but collect his seed on your tongue. Moaning softly at the taste.

“Jensen?” Jake hears Bucky’s voice over the sound of you spitting on your hand.

“Uh—fuck,” he groans, muscles tensing when your hand wraps firmly around his length, but he’s too thick for your fingers to meet. You smile up at him, wet lips stretched wide as you start moving your hand, dragging it up and down his thickness. “I’m here, I’m—good.”

“Uh, you sure, bro? You sound a little off.”

You spit on the head, licking from base to the tip before sucking it into your mouth. The heavy weight on your tongue makes you clench your sticky thighs. You could feel yourself dripping.

“Y-Yeah, let’s just fuck—fucking play.”

The familiar intro music plays in his ears, but he can still hear your sloppy noises as you drool on his length. His hips jerk, shoving himself further between your lips. You gag before relaxing your throat, allowing him to slowly fuck your mouth, saliva escaping from the corners of your lips with each motion. Your watery eyes meet his, pleading for more, you loved when he took control.

Colin’s voice draws his attention to the television again, his fingers moving over the controller mechanically. His hips slow to a stop, and his chest rises with each breath, his quiet grunts get picked up by the microphone.

“Shit,” he groans as you suck one of his balls in your mouth, massaging the other. His eyes almost flutter shut.

“Yeah, these guys are assholes—Steve, take this ammo.”

“Mhm, I love your cock, daddy,” your voice is quiet, slightly silenced by his sack. Pulling away, you bring the tip back to your mouth, massaging his balls with your free hand.

Jake sighs, resting his controller on your head, using it to pull you closer, his thighs tense as his tip hits the back of your throat. He starts thrusting again, fucking your mouth gently, “That’s it—take it.”

Steve laughs, “Yeah, I’m trying to get to him, Jensen.”

Your vision blurs as his fat girth stretches your lips. Taking everything he has to offer—more of his thick and lengthy cock all the way down, until his trimmed pubic hair touches your nose. He keeps you there, soaking in the warmth of your mouth, then releasing you. Popping off lewdly, a string of saliva connects his red leaky tip to your lips.

You lick up the veins, kissing messily. “Tastes so good, I want you in the back of my throat.”

Your wetness drips down your thighs as he firmly locks his controller behind your head again. This time, he isn’t as gentle. Giving you what you asked for—hitting the back of your throat and sinfully choking you on his shaft. Delicate tears slip from your eyes, a stark difference to the roughness of his motions. It’s undeniably loud and slobbery, you wonder if the rest of the men could hear everything—you hope so.

He uses you, gaze flickering between your flushed face and the television. He switches between a slow pace and a faster one, letting you thoroughly taste his cock and mark him with your drool.

“Good gir—game, good game, guys.” Jake fumbles, pursing his lips when you cradle his balls in your hand, while the other braces against his thigh, your nails digging in as he fucks your throat.

“We aren’t done yet—Johnny, what the fuck was that!” Bucky exclaims.

“I don’t know—Jake, where the hell are you?”

“P-Please give me your cum—” You’re cut off by Jake shoving himself into your mouth again, hips rising off the couch with every pump and he forces you to meet his thrusts. His balls dully slap against your chin, your muffled cries are far better than the gunshots and explosions going off in the game. His abs clench, a stream of pleasure flowing through his body and taking over.

“Fuck,” He groans. Your head bobbing up and down, as he marvels at the drippy mess your face is. “I’m—”

“—Ah, fuck! I’m down!”

“—Coming!” Jake’s jaw falls slack, a low groan rumbling his chest as he fills your mouth to the brim. His seed splashes along the inside of your mouth and coats your tongue, so much that you’re practically choking on it. He knows this and pulls you off so the last streaks land on your face, filthily marking you.

You hum and swallow every bit of his cum, opening your mouth to show him. He tiredly smiles down at you, sitting pretty and wreaked on your knees, your cheeks and chin painted with his seed, the game long-forgotten.

“—and I’m fucking dead! Jensen, where the hell were you!”

The television flashes with defeat, the team letting out various groans of frustration as the screen turns black.

“He said he was coming.”

“Well, he lied and I died—thanks a fucking lot, Jensen.” Johnny huffs.

“Shut up,” Jake heaves, eyes dark as you swipe the globs of cum from your face. You giggle, sucking his seed from your fingers, keeping sultry eye contact. “I still got us to the checkpoint, while you fucked around.”

“Did you just run a mile? Why do you sound like that?”

You lay your head on his thigh, “hi, boys! Are Steve and Bucky there too?”

Jake shuts his eyes as the oohs flow in.

“And he said I fuck around—dude was getting railed.”

You have to strain your ears to hear that reply, but it’s worth it. After you crawl into Jake’s lap, you turn the microphone towards your mouth.

“He actually just fucked—or railed—my throat,” your voice cracks, “so, while you were costing the whole squad the game and being a dick, Storm, my boyfriend was making sure I knew who I belonged to by choking me on his big dick.”

Jake, still red-cheeked and a little sweaty, just stares at you. Wide blue eyes glued to yours as a quiet “damn” filters through his headset.

“Wait, boyfriend?”

Finally, he grins and flips you over so you're under him. “I’ll talk to you guys later.”

“We’re in the middle of a game—”

The connection cuts when his headset switches off, it clatters on the coffee table along with the controller as he settles between your thighs. His fingers rub between your bare folds, smearing your sticky juices.

Jake smirks, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, “Remember how good nine felt? How about we try for ten, baby?”

𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: I love the ‘we’re dating but you don’t even notice’ trope, and it fits Jake perfectly in my opinion. I love him, hehe. I hope you enjoyed this !

As always, I’m open for your thoughts/feedback.

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Come on she only needs 3 more lovely people to follow!

OMG! I just feel like 6 of us should make a second account to help you out!

Btw love all your stories! 🥰

hahahah i've had a few people tell me they've done it hahahaha

and thank you!!!

Fixer Upper - Mechanic!Curtis AU Masterlist

A/N: Here is the masterlist for the Mechanic!Curtis AU! This won’t be a full series, but a collection of interlinking oneshots, drabbles etc as and when I think of them!

They won’t be posted in chronological order but the Masterlist will be!

If there’s a scene you want to see let me know by sending me an ask!

Warnings will be tagged in each part!

Saving Dougie

Change The Oil

IS THAT AN AXE?!

Open Mic Night

Grow A Pair

F*ck Him

Drinks Maybe?

The First Date

Glowing Review

Titles

Come Closer

The Worst Kind Of People

The Grinch

Fiddling Fingers

Glasses Are Sexy

Newest Crewmate

The End Of The Road

A Long Day

Headcanons/Extras

What does Curtis drive?

Happy Valentine’s Sweetheart

the boston brute series: pt. 13 - bye, princess (sneak peek)

The Boston Brute Series: Pt. 13 - Bye, Princess (Sneak Peek)

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.

A/N: I just finished pt 13, my brain is fried. that is all. this sneak peek and part are VERY angsty.

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.

likes, reblogs, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated! ❤

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time-for-a-lullaby masterlist

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He sat on the edge of your bed, looking over at you as you cried. “Don’t do this.”

A sob burst through your mouth as you pulled your knees up to your chest. Why did he have to know you so well?

Chris turned to face you, worry lines etched into his forehead and you longed to run your thumb over them. “Don’t do this, Y/N.”

You shook your head, avoiding his eyes and staring at the comforter on your bed. “Maybe we were stupid to think it could ever work,” you whispered.

He scrubbed a hand over his beard, “You don’t mean that.”

“Chris… Maybe it’s just… Not in the cards.” Every word that came out of your mouth was like a knife to the heart.

He stood, pacing the floor by the foot of your bed. “You don’t mean that, Y/N.” He said again, his voice stern. Chris came over, kneeling by your bed, his blue eyes glossy with tears. “Look at me.”

You shook your head, your eyes filling with tears. “Chris…”

“Look at me, Y/N.”

After taking a deep breath, you turned your head slightly, finally meeting his gaze.

“If that’s what you want, I’ll go. If it’s what you want, I’ll walk away right now. You look me dead in the eyes right now and tell me you don’t love me and you don’t want to make it work, I’ll leave. But you have to look me in the eyes and tell me this, Y/N.”

Long awaited chapter 8 does not disappoint!

Although I wonder about the other parts of where the story would of taken us!

the boston brute series: pt. 8 (baby steps, DUAL POV)

The Boston Brute Series: Pt. 8 - Baby Steps (DUAL POV)

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. Somewhat toxic relationship/situation. Lots of Angst, neglect from the previous part is joked about being Chris and reader. If you can’t handle that, please do not read. (18+, please. Minors will be blocked.)  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!

A/N: I finished this like 2 minutes ago lmao please expect grammatical errors also, shout out to @blizzspeaks​ and @tis-thedamn-season​ for letting me bounce ideas off of you constantly hahaha i love and appreciate you more than you know!

W/C: 7.1k

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.

likes, reblogs, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated! ❤

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“Hey, you.” You smiled softly as Chris walked through your office door, pushing it shut behind him. His hair was damp from his shower, styled back and out of his face with the exception of one strand that fell down the center of his forehead, curling slightly. 

He let his duffle bag hit the floor with a thud. “Hey.” He responded, mirroring the same nervous smile. Your eyes moved slowly around his face, memorizing his features. His smile was your favorite. Chris had only blessed you with an actual, genuine smile a couple of times and now that you guys have decided to give your relationship a shot, you longed to see it more. 

“Need stretched?” You inquired, standing from your desk and raising your eyebrow playfully. He didn’t. You knew that he was just coming to say bye and walk you to your car. It’d only been 3 days since you guys started officially dating and you were loving that you’d kind of already fallen into a routine.

Chris shrugged. “I wouldn’t mind having your hands on me.” 

“Ha.” You rolled your eyes, walking around your desk and leaning your butt against the edge. He sauntered towards you, stopping just before he reached you. 

“Everyone else cleared out.” 

Your smile widened at the obvious statement. This was Chris you were dealing with, after all. “I figured.” Even on days when he just had practice, he was still the last one out of the locker room. It made you giddy inside thinking that you were part of the reason for that now. 

He closed the distance between you, reaching up to cup your cheek. “How was your day, princess?”

Leaning into his hand slightly, your eyes met his as you thought back to the first time he’d called you that. You couldn’t stand it. Now, it makes your heart skip a beat. “Uneventful. Yours?” 

“Uneventful,” Chris responded quietly, his eyes dropping to your lips for a second before meeting your gaze again. 

It was obvious that he wanted to kiss you, but Chris had been very adamant about following your baby steps rule. Annoyingly so. 

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