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the boston brute series: pt. 13 - bye, princess (dual pov)

The Boston Brute Series: Part 13 - Bye, Princess (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. Lots and lots of angst. Crying. Brief smut, but nothing like graphic. Parental death mentioned. 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: 9.3k

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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*immediately following part 12*

Reader POV

“Y/N,” Chris called out to you gently, his voice slightly muffled by the hand pressed against his mouth, eyes filled with concern. The nausea you felt rolling through your stomach was clearly visible on your face. “Come sit.” 

You nodded, swallowing again. Water. You needed water. 

With shaky legs, you walked over and took a seat in the chair next to Chris. 

Fuck. They know. 

Terry sighed, shaking his head. “Who wants to go first?” He smacked a tabloid magazine down on the desk in front of you. 

You eyed the magazine, then glanced at Chris, his expression unreadable. “Sorry?” You asked, turning your attention back to a very red-faced and frustrated man. 

Terry pinched the bridge of his nose, sitting back in the chair. “I don’t have the patience for playing stupid.” 

“I can’t play stupid if I don’t know what this is in reference to.” You responded, clearing your throat when your voice had a little more edge than you’d intended. Now probably wasn’t the time to lash out. 

Chris jerked his chin towards the desk. “Look at the cover, Princess.” 

Your pulse raced as you tentatively leaned forward. 

What the fuck?

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the boston brute series: pt. 11 - good boyfriend moment (dual pov)

The Boston Brute Series: Pt. 11 - Good Boyfriend Moment (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. Reader being insecure about looks, bringing up past issues with ex-boyfriends. SMUT (fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, babes), lots of dirty talk. 18+, please. Minors will be blocked.) Lot’s of fluff and soft Chris. 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: 6.4k

A/N:  fucking. swoon. SWOON. that is all.

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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Chris POV

Chris: Are you trying to kill me?

He sent the text with a smile on his face, watching you as you stood at the bar, your elbows propped up and your chin resting on your hands. You were so fucking cute. 

You were a lot of things. Funny. Sexy. Charismatic. Sarcastic. But the one he loved the most, was cute. You were so fucking cute. 

Your legs were crossed at the ankles, ass sticking out just enough like you knew he would be watching. He hated that he couldn’t be affectionate with you in public. After all of these years of never wanting to be affectionate with anyone he’s ”dated”, he craved that level of intimacy with you and it drove him crazy that he couldn’t have it. 

He spent plenty of time making up for it in other ways and was honestly surprised that you weren’t tired of constantly feeling his hands all over your body, but Chris couldn’t stop himself. He was the moth to your flame. 

He had resisted the pull he felt to you at first, thinking it was just physical attraction and nothing more. For the entire 40 years that he has been on this planet, Chris never believed in soulmates or everyone having just one person that was made for him, but after you… He knew he’d been wrong. 

You were his soulmate. In every way shape and form, you were meant for him. He could feel it. 

He found himself wanting to say ‘I love you’ more and more often, but it just never felt perfect. The timing never seemed right. Chris had thought about saving it for when he took you home to Sudbury, but that was a little under a month away and it felt silly. If he knew, he knew. Why wait? 

But then he looked up at you again, watching as you pulled your phone from your pocket and read the message he’d sent to you, a slow grin spreading across your face. You were perfect. Therefore saying ‘I love you’ also needed to be in the perfect place. 

Your eyes found his, shaking your head slightly before you typed back a message.  

You: I’m literally wearing a turtleneck and jeans.

Chris: Don’t act like you don’t know what you look like in those jeans.

Chris: Put your drink on my tab.

Tonight, despite coming off of a loss last night, the team was out at their usual spot blowing off some steam in the VIP lounge at The Grand. He hadn’t originally planned on going, but then Connor invited Marlowe and Marlowe invited you, and you were not going to some bar with a bunch of drunk idiots without Chris around. 

It wasn’t an insecurity thing, it was a protectiveness thing. His mind kept going back to the night that he’d taken the 3 of you to your house and how Lance almost dragged you out of here. He didn’t want to imagine what might’ve unfolded had he not been watching… Chris forced himself to stop thinking about it because Dean wasn’t here. Lance wasn’t here. Only you. And you were his. 

Even though Layne insisted that no one would actually rat on the two of you if you were caught, Chris didn’t want to risk it. So for the past hour, you’ve been stealing playful glances and teasing smiles, both of you anxious to get back to Chris’s apartment. 

You: Don’t have to tell me twice, Mr. Sixty-Five Grand. 

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Life Is Short So Make It Sweet Masterlist

You left behind your life in New York for Lake Superior, settling in Duluth, Minnesota as Mason Academy's newest eighth grade teacher. You weren't expecting to meet anyone, nor were you looking. But when a field trip introduced you to Curtis Everett, your chance meeting opened another new chapter for you.

Warnings will be issued at the beginning of each chapter. This is an 18+ only blog.

Chapter One: Freightyard Education

Chapter Two: Second Chance Paulies

Chapter Three: Va Bene Night With The Stars

Chapter Four: Doorway Kisses

Chapter Five: Taking The Next Step

Chapter Six: Will You Be Mine?

Chapter Seven: When The Mask Comes Off

Chapter Eight: It's The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year 🎃

Chapter Nine: Life Carries On

Chapter Ten: Pretty Girl Honey

Chapter Eleven: More Than Just Turkey

Chapter Twelve: When It All Feels Like Home

Chapter Thirteen: Proceed To The Exit

Chapter Fourteen: It's The Merriest Time Of Year

Chapter Fifteen: Getaway

Chapter Sixteen: A Gift of Trust

Chapter Seventeen: Farewell Kiss

Chapter Eighteen: Introductions Made

Chapter Nineteen: Chasing Away The Winter Blues

Chapter Twenty: Sweet Addictions

Chapter Twenty-One: Lulled By The Waves

Chapter Twenty-Two: Winner Takes All

Chapter Twenty-Three: Not A Chance

Evening Quiet: Curtis and Honey Drabble.

Chapter Twenty-Four: When It All Goes Out

Chapter Twenty-Five: Heart Felt Truths

Chapter Twenty-Six: Busted

Good Fucking Girl: Curtis and Honey Drabble

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Creating New Habits

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Caught In The Rain

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Perfect Imperfections

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Welcome Home

Night Intruders

Fall Pumpkin Walk

Bonfire

Night In

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Spooky Time Shows

Sitting On Face

Fall Time Discussion

Ax Throwing

Cold Winter Night

Sunday Night

Let Me FIx It

Let's Go Find Bigfoot

Betty White's My Girl

After A Month Apart

Goofing Off In The Kitchen

Lunch Break

Parent Confrontation

Game Night

First Day of School Surprise

It's Been A Day

Dogearring A Book

It's All Fun And Games

Halloween Preparations

Curtis Cheering Up His Girl

Curtis and Honey Teasing

Gray Sweatpants

Out With The Old

Working on the Camaro

Night At Paulie's

Help Required

In The Present

Two AM Pancakes

Vacation Moods

Snowstorm At The Cabin Prompt

Comfort Prompt- 2 for 1- So Many Things + Nightmares

Bad Day

Random Surprises

Soft Prompts- 2 for 1- Curtis and Honey From Behind

Soft Prompt- Curtis Gives Honey A Surprise

Ask- Curtis Surprising Honey

Smut Prompt- Curtis Making Honey His Priority

Ask- One Way To Say Goodbye

Ask- Bets On

Ask- And Chill?

BJ In Your PJ's

Halloween Special: If You Got It, Haunt It

Ask- How Is Curtis During Your Period?

Breeding Kink Ask

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Tickles Ask Continued

St Patrick's Day Special- Kiss Me, I'm-

Affection Ask

All His

Sleepy Time Ask

Watermelon Suga'

Curtis and Timmy Drabble

Ask- Curtis Catches Honey Being Leered At

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Porch Light

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ONE SHOT - Thusía

Summary: You and Chris return to one of Master A's legendary sex parties for another night of debauchery. From sacrifice, comes pleasure.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Female!Reader x Ari Levinson

Warnings: 18+, SMUT (MFMF foursome, MFM threesome) sex party host Ari (that's still a fucking warning), BDSM play (Soft!Dom Ari & Chris/Sub Reader vibes but it’s a very relaxed dynamic between the three of them - titles only used in public address), Use of a nickname (Ari & Play Participants call Reader “Angel”), oral (m/f receiving), free use (not certain but including as a safety - consent is presented throughout), multiple partners (m&f), use of restraints, use of sex toys, blindfold, protected intercourse (vaginal and anal), anal play, double penetration, alcohol consumption, language, aftercare!!!, porn with some plot (and feels!!!)

Author's Note: This one shot exists in the same AU as Masquerade Eros, taking place several months after the events of that story, however can fully function as a standalone. I absolutely had to revisit my horny threesome trio for this piece. As much as I tried spinning character wheels and fishing for prompts, this story hit me almost too quickly, and I had to take advantage of the idea in full. THANK YOU: @mjolnir-steve @tuiccim @ysmmsy and @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky for Beta/Advance Reading!

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W/C: 7K

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“You’re sure about this? Ari won’t be offended if you feel you need to back out,” Chris assured you, gently cupping your face and pressing a sweet kiss to your lips.

“I’m sure, I promise,” you smiled at your boyfriend earnestly, calming more of his nerves than your own.

The first time you and Chris had attended an evening at Ari Master A’s, the two of you ended up in a pretty mind blowing threesome with the host himself. That night also had prompted you and Chris to (finally) start dating after several years of close friendship. You and Chris had attended a couple more smaller events that Ari had hosted and the three of you had continued exploration. Ari proved to be a safe and trustworthy play partner that served to enhance your connection with Chris. A few months later, another invitation showed up for another event. This time, the invitation was more ornate, with a special invitation designated for you specifically. The ask was for you and Chris to be part of the planned programming for the evening, and requested a pre-event conversation between the three of you to consult on how the night would transpire.

As with the last time you two attended one of Ari’s parties, yours and Chris’ rules were back in play:

Stay in the same room at all times - using the restroom was your exception

No hard drug use

Use the phrase “Did you walk Dodger?” if either of you felt uncomfortable at any time.

Leave together.

Tonight was a different plan opposed to the first time you and Chris had explored with Ari, which had a natural flow and feel to it. The theme for the event, thusía, translated from Greek for offering or sacrifice. After that initial conversation with Ari and some follow-up between you and Chris one on one, you agreed to what was being asked of you, with some conditions of your own and with full support from both Chris and Ari. A color system would be in play during the evening. During the scene, Chris and Ari would maintain control of the room. Grabbing your hand for reassurance, you and Chris shared a quick kiss before you left the guest room and headed down to the party, already in full swing.

“There’s our beautiful main event,” the soft timbre of Ari’s voice reverberated in your chest as you stepped off the final stairs into the foyer. You turned with a grin at the sound of your host’s voice. “You look enchanting tonight, Angel,” he smiled, taking your hand and pressing a gentle kiss to the top of it. Tonight’s ensemble, a sheer white knee length sleeveless robe with a deep v-neck front closure left nothing to the imagination, white lace panties with a gold strappy heel, soft dewy makeup and hair pulled off your face and neck in an intricate style completed the look. You were the only one in white, on full display, and for good reason. You clenched your thighs together, already turned on at the idea of what was about to happen, a thrill coursing through your body. It didn’t go unnoticed by Chris that everyone in the room had taken a peek at you as you entered, pride swelling in his chest that at the end of the night, the woman already so desired by those at the party would still be curling up in bed next to him, sharing secrets and moments that no one else in that room would experience but the two of you.

“Thanks, Ari,” you smiled, gripping Chris’ hand just a smidge tighter.

“Let’s do a final walkthrough and make sure you’re comfortable with everything before we begin,” Ari opened the door to the main room, not yet accessible to the attendees. Once inside, you took in the setup around you. Two posts stood in the center of the room, secured to the ground. Toward the top of each, anchor points held a large metal ring and sturdy rope with soft wrist shackles attached. A California King bed was positioned nearby for use at any time if needed.

Chris pulled you close and gave you a deep kiss, “You’re OK?”

“Yes, I’m good,” you reassured him. “Can I have some water nearby?”

“Ari, can we make sure she has water available?” Chris asked.

“Absolutely, we’ll keep you hydrated. Whatever you need,” Ari reassured. “OK, let’s try these, make sure this is all comfortable and if we need to make adjustments, we can.”

** 20 Min Later - 10:30p **

“Ladies and Gentlemen, please join us in the main room for this evening’s opening ceremony,” Ari’s voice boomed into the foyer. The attendees moved into the main space and were greeted by you, wrists restrained in the cuffs, completely vulnerable.

“Good evening everyone, and welcome to Thusía. I’m Master A - your host for the evening. Joining me tonight is my associate and co-host, Master C-” Chris stepped forward at Ari’s introduction. “- so, the theme, 'Thusía' - offerings, sacrifice, and tonight we present it in its most primal form. Here-” Ari stood behind you, gently gripping your hips, “-Master C’s offering to you this evening, an Angel.” The room applauded. “You may do what you wish with her. Our Angel has offered up her full consent for this evening’s activities. However, please note she may withdraw consent or safe word via color system at any time. Should she do either, interactions with her cease immediately. I take this moment to remind you all, house rules are still in full effect for any interactions with her. Health and safety are our top priorities. Angel, before we begin, do we, the collective, have your consent to play with you this evening?”

“Yes,” you answered clearly.

“Angel, what are your limits?” Ari followed up.

“Master C is the only person I grant consent to for any penetrative anal play. Otherwise, no additional limits,” you responded.

“Please reconfirm your safe words; verbal, nonverbal, and signal,” Ari instructed.

“Green is go, Yellow is slow down and check in, Red is full stop. If I am unable to speak, ‘uh-uh’ or snapping my fingers will both also mean full stop.”

“Good. Ladies and gentlemen, a toast - to our Angel,” The room erupted into a toast, guests clinked glassware, taking a sip of their beverages before Ari caught their attention again. “Master C, we turn to you to begin this evening’s activities.” Ari yielded the floor to Chris.

Ari stepped back from you, and Chris replaced him behind you. “Y/N, you are breathtaking,” Chris murmured into your ear, letting his hands glide up and down your sides while he peppered kisses up and down your neck. Chris turned your head and kissed you, pulling a delicate whimper from your throat, pressing his forehead to yours. “Thank you for trusting us, trusting me tonight. You are in full control over what happens from here on out. Color?”

“Green,” you murmured back to him, loud enough for just him to hear. His hands, sure and strong, slid over to the front closure of the robe, and unclipped it, letting it hang open. Taking a deep breath, your chest rose and fell as initial nerves crackled through your veins. Chris paused, removing his jacket and handing it off to Ari, folding his sleeves up his forearms before returning to you. Sliding his hands across your tummy, they moved up to cup the swells of your breasts. Eyelids becoming heavy at the contact, they closed as you relaxed back against Chris. A sense of comfort washed over you as your back connected with his chest, his hands still holding and massaging your breasts, thumbs grazing over your nipples, now almost painfully hard from the air and his touch.

“That’s my girl,” Chris rumbled into your ear, your thighs fighting to clench together at his words, gripping at the restraints while your breath stuttered. “Keep those beautiful legs apart for me,” Chris instructed and you reset yourself, fighting to catch your breath. Something Chris was always able to do seamlessly was capture your focus, making it feel like you were the only ones in the room. One of his hands moved down, greeted by the wet spot between your legs, panties already drenched from your arousal. “You’re soaked…” Chris smirked into your ear. “Is that all for me, or the fact that you have an audience?”

“Both,” you moaned in response.

“Let’s get these panties off,” Chris’ hands moved to the waistband of the lace. He kneeled down to the floor, gently sliding the fabric down your legs, his open palms smoothing along your body. You stepped out of the lace and he pocketed the fabric. His lips trailed up your leg, leaving kisses, then suddenly, stopping abruptly, noticing the string of arousal hanging from your lower lips, threatening to fall.

“Master A, please join me on the floor. Bring the shears and blindfold,” you heard Chris speak. Ari walked over, his jacket gone and sleeves rolled up, similar to Chris.

“Angel, you’re dripping,” Ari mused. “Master C - you’re seeing this, right?”

“Absolutely,” Chris responded, swiping his fingers across your folds to collect some of your arousal, causing you to gasp. He gripped your chin and locked eyes with you while he tasted you on his fingers, moaning as your sweet tangy flavor took over his taste buds. Removing his fingers with a pop, “And always so sweet.” Chris extended his hand, Ari placed the medical shears into his palm. Chris cut the fabric over each of your shoulders, allowing the destroyed robe to flutter to the ground, pooling at your feet, leaving you fully nude to the room. Chris stood, and Ari took a position behind you.

“Close your eyes,” Ari instructed, and your lids fluttered shut. Everything fell to black around you, then you felt satin over your lids while the two men applied the blindfold. Chris helped position it comfortably over your eyes, and Ari secured it in the back then softly kissed your shoulder.

“Color?” Ari asked.

“Green,” you reaffirmed. You heard footsteps step away from you, the room, deadly silent, unsure of what was happening next. One set of footsteps approached you, and you heard someone in front of you stop, their breath mingling with yours.

The person kissed you, hard. The beard scraping against you and the dominance they exuded indicated it was a man kissing you, and you were certain it was either Ari or Chris. Strong hands gripped your hips, and his mouth began working down your neck. He pulled away, leaving you to pant for a moment. A subtle shuffle was heard in front of you, everything on edge unsure what was going to happen next. Suddenly, a puff of warm air, followed by a kiss to the top of your mound was your only warning before those same lips latched on to your pussy, tasting and suckling your folds.

“Ohhhhhhh,” you cried out, knees fighting to not buckle below you. Arms wrapped around your thighs, holding you steady to help you keep balance, then a face was buried between your legs, hungrily lapping at you, all while you whimpered and whined at the overwhelming sensations. An arm released your right leg, and made its way up your thigh. You felt a finger locate, then press into your velvety channel, and your head dropped back with a pleasured yelp.

“Oh my God…” you moaned with abandon, the lips and tongue between your legs working you over and a second finger pressed into you, pumping steadily. Your walls fluttered around the fingers moving in and out of you, moans and lewd slurps filling the space while other guests watched the scene play out.

The man pulled his mouth away still holding you, “You’re so beautiful Angel. All these people are watching you get taken apart, and it’s absolutely gorgeous. They’re going to play with you this evening, and you’re going to take what they give you, yes?” You recognized the voice as Ari’s, and a surge of pleasure coursed through you again.

“Yes - oh - FUUUUCK!” you swore out when Ari’s fingers padded against your g-spot. He came to his feet and pulled his fingers out of you, and you whined at the loss. You heard footsteps walk away, and then come back to you. Again, a male kissed you and you moaned into their mouth. Then they spoke, “Your first orgasm is mine, then I’m gonna hand you over to the room,” recognizing Chris’ voice, he then removed your blindfold. “Eyes on me, sweetheart.” Locking eyes with him for a moment, a silent check in while he inserted and stroked his fingers against your g-spot, the playful grin on his face let you know that he was more than OK with what was transpiring in the moment. He snapped you back into focus “On me,” and he lowered down while you moaned and whimpered under his ministrations. His mouth sealed over your pussy, wrapping his lips around your clit, while he locked his eyes on yours, flicking his tongue and softly sucking at the hardened nub. Your moans escalated into shrieks as he dragged you closer and closer to the edge.

Chris pulled away for a moment to address the room. “Should I let her come?” He was met with a mix of cheers and the occasional “Make her hold it.” Chris continued stroking your walls while he pondered for a moment.

“Please,” you whimpered to him. “Please let me come…”

“Since she’s being so generous this evening with us, and asked so nicely-” Chris’ attention was back to you, loud enough for the room to hear. “- When you’re ready, don’t hold back. Make all those pretty sounds I love to hear, I’ve got you.” Chris doubled down his efforts, pumping his fingers aggressively in you, using his whole arm and sucked down on your clit even harder. You screamed at the sudden aggressiveness, the pressure building quickly in you. A new sensation you had never felt before was building as well, and you couldn’t put a finger on it, but you knew it felt good. Your body began to tighten, and your soft channel fluttered rapidly around his fingers while he pumped back and forth, hard against the spongy pad of your g-spot while you got louder and your breathing staggered.

“Fuck… I’m right- I’m gonna come,” the words choked out and your body tightened up even more. Chris moaned, setting off a vibration against your clit. “Please don’t stop, Oh God! - Right-” and your first orgasm of the night crashed into you with a scream. You squirted onto Chris’ face and hand, your body convulsing with pleasure. The room cheered as you reached your high, Chris pulled away kind of shocked, still keeping his fingers moving - you had never squirted with him before, and he wasn’t sure if this was your first just with him, or ever. When you sobbed out, he withdrew his fingers, returning to his feet and kissed you passionately, tasting yourself when his tongue dipped deep into your mouth. Your head dropped backward, trying to catch your breath when he broke away from you, the two of you breathless.

“Color, sweetheart?”

You couldn’t answer, fighting to catch your breath as you picked your head back up.

“Y/N - color?” Chris asked again with a touch of concern, not proceeding until he got an answer from you.

“Green - I need water, please,” you rested your head against his chest while you came back down. Chris motioned to one of the servers for water, and she quickly approached with a bottle, the cap already unscrewed. Chris held the bottle to your lips and you drank some of the contents. Standing with you, he waited, “More, please,” and he repeated the process, tipping the bottle to your lips and you drank down what you needed. Swallowing back, you took a breath and met his eyes. You smiled at him, and that was all the assurance he needed. Chris stepped back and the room remained still for a moment.

Finally, the woman you made out with at the last party approached you.

“Color, Angel?” she cooed with a slight Southern drawl that had you drooling.

“Green,” you smiled and her lips connected with yours. She was gentler than Chris, her lips and tongue much softer. She cupped your cheeks and held your face still while she explored your mouth with hers. Breaking away, she leaned down and drew one of your nipples into her mouth, using one of her hands to roll the other between her fingers. The sensation set you on fire all over again, moaning while she lavished attention on your breasts. Another woman stepped forward toward you.

“May I touch you, Angel?” she asked, eyes burning with desire.

“Yes,” a breathy response and her thumb traced your lower lip before pulling your face toward her for a kiss. Her handling of you was a little rougher, but her lips and tongue were equally as soft as the other woman’s. She broke away and lowered to her knees, her fingers swiping through your soaked folds. You made sweet little sounds, soft grunts and whimpers as the women played.

The one at your breasts broke away, and gave you a quick kiss, “Be right back,” she had a devious grin on her face, and moved to grab two other women she recognized. “These two need a taste, you good, Angel?”

Nodding with a quick yes, each of the new women kissed you and two of them leaned to take a nipple each into their mouths. The first woman got behind you, on her knees, carefully spreading your cheeks apart. She dove in like a woman starved, eating your ass while you cried out at the overwhelming sensations. Two women were suckling your nipples, one on your pussy finally connecting her lips to eat you out. Everything happening at once, it was a shock to the system. Chris watched from the side in absolute awe, Ari practically having to hold him back.

“Sonuva… fuck- my girl’s incredible,” Chris sighed, palming at his raging erection.

“Yeah, she is. I’m glad you found her, Evans. Not many can adapt to this lifestyle. She’s a natural,” Ari responded, taking a sip of his beer.

“Yeah, she is. God, I lo-,” Chris paused for a moment, the word almost slipping out for the first time as a cry echoed through the room. Both men looked over to find your head had fallen back, the women supporting you as another orgasm pulsed through you. The room stilled while the quartet of women helped you ride out your release, each of them chaining kisses all over your body with reverence as you settled.

“You’re in love with her?” Ari cocked a curious brow at his friend.

“... Yeah,” Chris’ confidence in the word grew as a smile spread across his face. “I am. Madly.”

“You’re gonna give her the world. I’m sure of it- we’re going to chat more on this in a bit, but she just came. Hard - let’s move her to the bed?” Ari suggested, noticing how you were starting to slump more than normal against the restraints.

“Yeah, her body’s gonna need a break from that position,” Chris agreed, and the two moved over to the posts where you were as the other women backed away to allow space to maneuver. Some people moved out of the room to go explore and play in other rooms, a few stayed behind, some to observe, some to play. “I’ve got you,” Chris wrapped his arms around you as Ari freed your wrists from the restraints, draping them over Chris’ shoulders. Chris picked you up bridal style, and carried you over to the bed where he gently laid you down. He took your wrists, one at a time and rubbed them gently, encouraging blood flow back into your hands and fingers.

“Color, Angel?” Ari sat down next to you with a bottle of water.

“Still green,” you grinned at the two of them. “You don’t have to be so careful with me, guys - I’m OK.”

“I know you’re tough. We just don’t want you to be overwhelmed,” Chris smiled, holding your hand and placing a kiss on your palm. “You’re doing incredible.”

“Listen, if you’re gonna be here with me, either touch me, fuck me, or get out of here and let me play with these fine people I’ve been promised to,” you giggled and the two of them chuckled.

“OK, Angel,” Ari slowly backed away, giving you your space.

Chris kissed you passionately, “My gorgeous girl,” he mused before trying to leave you alone. However, you reached out and grabbed his hand.

“Stay with me?” you asked. Chris smiled at you, toeing off his shoes and socks before joining you on the comfortable bed. You peeled the shirt and tie off of his upper body, leaving him in just his pants.

A couple approached, climbing into the bed on either side of you.

“You two look cozy, mind if we join?” the girl asked.

“Sure, always room,” you opened your arms to her and she relaxed into them, her lips crashing passionately into yours. Chris and the woman’s date sat close by, watching the two of you explore each other.

“You wanna give these guys a show?” she whispered into your ear, a coy smile on her face.

“Fuck yes,” you sighed, the fabric of her satin dress grazing your skin sent mini shocks through your body. “This needs to go.” The woman rose to her knees between your legs, sliding the fabric up her body and over her head. Once her dress was off, she leaned back onto you, hands exploring each other’s bodies, your fingers dipping down to rub her pussy through the bright pink lace panties she was wearing before the two of you worked together to get them off her body. She moaned into your mouth, and you both repositioned so she was on her back. “I wanna taste you,” you smirked into her neck while you peppered kisses along it.

“Flip around - 69, Angel,” she grinned and you positioned yourself over her face while she pulled her bra off. Her arms wrapped around your thighs and she pulled you against her mouth, nibbling and letting her tongue play through your folds as you cried out and collapsed softly onto her, coming face to face with her equally beautiful pussy. Your tongue darted out to lick and explore, her first moans at your contact sending vibrations into yours, and you closed in on her, licking broad stripes down the cut of her.

While you two worked each other over, moans, slurps and sighs filled the air, Chris and her date watched in appreciation while you two took each other apart lick by lick. The two would occasionally reach out to touch you both, soft caresses on your back, holding a hand, small moments of intimacy to keep you connected to your partners. Chris and her date exchanged a look of understanding, and her date positioned himself between her legs. You looked up, checked in with Chris and the man slipped his cock into your mouth. You blew him gently, getting used to his size (he was a little smaller than Chris, but not by too much), getting his cock spit-soaked. One of your hands fell back to the woman’s pussy, rubbing and inserting two fingers and pumping gently while she continued swirling her tongue over your folds and clit. The woman smacked your ass to sit up when she felt her date’s hands on her thighs, a signal that he was ready to fuck her, and you did, releasing his cock from your mouth. He slipped a condom on and slid home into his date. She moaned loudly into your heat, sending more vibrations through your system while he established his pace with her. Taking your hand, he guided you back to her pussy so you could rub her clit while he fucked her. Looking over at Chris, you licked your lips and with a subtle nod, encouraged him over so you could blow your man. He stood, dropping his pants and came over to you, standing while you gently gripped his cock in need of attention and slowly took him into your mouth. Chris moaned something feral - he had been watching you be given so much during the night and it was driving him up the wall in all the best ways. You finally getting your mouth on him was something he truly relished. He was always happy to share you in these situations, but at the end of the day, you were his, and he was yours. Wiggling your tongue along the underside, he groaned out, then took your head in his hands gently, and started thrusting into your mouth. You hollowed your cheeks a little, letting him lead. A few moans escaped when the woman beneath you zeroed in on your clit and softly sucked on it. Chris released your face and pulled you off the woman, turning you onto your hands and knees, resting against her chest.

He trailed kisses up your spine before arriving at your neck and ear, “I need to feel you.”

“Go ahead,” you kissed him quickly. Slipping on a condom, he positioned behind you and slid home for the first time that night, causing you to moan into her chest while you lapped at her nipple, biting down slightly when he bottomed out and she cried out between that and a particularly good stroke her date gave her. The two of you continued making out, your essence all over her lips and tongue while Chris established pace, your men pounding into the both of you, moaning, crying out, brains turning to absolute mush at the overwhelming sensations and intimacy of sharing the moment with another couple.

Chris wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you back against him, continuing to thrust steadily into you. You whimpered and cried out while his hands roamed your body, pinching at your nipples, holding you secure against him. The man and woman shifted positions so she was on top, and she bounced up and down on him. Her release came first, shouting out and shaking on him while she gripped onto you for support. You took and kissed her palm and wrist, soothing her through the high until she was able to come down into the arms of her date. He rolled her back to her back and thrust furiously until he too found his release. Chris had held your face, uttering filth into your ears the whole time. “Watch them fucking come. Don’t take your eyes off of them.” And you obliged. The whole thing made you wetter, the sensation of getting fucked while witnessing another couple fall apart together, you nearly came from that alone. Chris pulled out of you and let you settle on your back, picking your hips up and thrusting back into you. When the woman recovered, she slid over to you and gave you one more kiss, the couple slipping away shortly after.

Chris folded down onto you, skin to skin while he continued thrusting deep into you, a reminder that you were his. He paused, stopping to give you a kiss then pulled out of you.

“I’m nowhere near finished with you yet, we have a long night ahead of us,” he smiled at you and you held onto him, carding your fingers gently through his hair. “What’s your color?”

“Green, but I could use a break… and a drink,” you smiled up at Chris. He nodded, fully in understanding, and helped you sit up.

“Do you want any clothes?” He asked.

“Nah - I’m too fucked out at this point to get dressed again,” you chuckled and he laughed along with you.

“God, you’re fucking incredible, how did I get so lucky?” he mused, smoothing his hand over your hip and thigh.

“You brought me to the last one of these and gave me arguably one of the best nights of my life,” the shit-eating grin that spread across your face brought Chris into a fit of laughter.

“Oh, so that did work? Good,” he laughed back at you, entwining his fingers with yours. “Drinks?”

** 2-ish Hours Later **

The party had been wild. Then again, anytime Ari hosted one of his infamous sex parties, it was always an intense night. Between the opening of the party to now, you had lost count of how many people you had kissed, touched (and vice versa). Up to this point, Chris had been the only person to properly fuck you. Tonight had one more element to it, and you were mentally preparing for it while people had worked you over with orgasms (which you also lost track of how many), keeping you relaxed and turned on.

You found yourself back in the main room, which had been reconfigured to one rope hanging from a crossbar in the space, with leather cuffs dangling from them. The women you had played with earlier brought you over to the cuffs and secured them around your wrists. You were left alone, while the guests watched on. You were fully hydrated, relaxed and equally tense with excitement. Chris walked in, back in his pants, sans shirt, and Ari approached you too, identically dressed.

“Safe words are still in effect, Angel. You’re still in full control,” Ari murmured the gentle reminder into your ear while Chris’ hands softly roamed your waist.

“We’re gonna go slow,” Chris spoke to you. “Starting with this,” he produced a butt plug and held it in front of you. “Color?”

“Green,” you trembled in excitement at the sight of the plug, arousal already seeping out of you.

“Good girl,” Ari kissed you softly and handed Chris a bottle of lube. He smeared gel all over the silicone toy while Ari let his fingers play in your pussy, lifting one of your legs into his arm, keeping you wet and relaxed. You felt Chris’ lube covered fingers then slip between your cheeks, massaging your puckered rose, getting you comfortable for what was to come next. You then felt the silicone against it, and you whimpered slightly as he carefully pressed the toy into you. Ari felt you get wetter against his fingers as Chris carefully moved deeper, meeting the occasional resistance.

“Relax, Y/N,” Chris whispered, waiting for your breath to settle into slow, deep breaths, “You’re doing so well,” kissing your neck and shoulders while he slowly continued pressing the toy into you. You felt it bottom out and you moaned in satisfaction. “Fucking perfect, Y/N,” Chris sighed into your ear. You babbled in pleasure, the two men attentive to you, every touch electric, making sure each step of the way you showed zero signs of discomfort.

“You’re gonna come on both of our cocks, then we’re going to fuck that pretty pussy and ass at once until you come again. OK?” Ari’s words went straight to your core, soaking you even more. You nodded in your delirious haze. “Words, Angel. I need words.”

“OK,” you fought to get the words out, but they were out. The two stepped back, letting the room take you in for a moment. It was truly a sight; your arms restrained above your head, panting for dear life in front of a room full of people who were equally excited to watch you get absolutely taken apart. Chris walked up to you, unbuckling his pants, producing a condom from his pocket. He dropped his pants just enough to let his cock spring free, and opened the foil packet while you looked on and he slid the condom on, knowing what was coming next. Pumping his cock a few times, he cupped your cheeks with his hands, giving you a filthy kiss that left you even more breathless.

“Color?”

“Still green.” Chris positioned himself at your entrance and slid into you - the feeling of his cock and the plug still nestled deep in your ass was a wildly new sensation. You and Chris had had anal sex before, but the feeling of both holes being filled was mind blowing. Knowing how big Ari was in comparison to Chris, this was going to be intense. Chris lifted one of your legs, holding you against him while he thrusted repeatedly into you. He lifted the other, letting them wrap around his waist and fucked into you hard while you shrieked and cried out in pleasure. One hand held your hips, the other dropped to your clit, swiping the nub. You keened into his touch, the sensation overwhelming. You could feel everything, the plug being nudged around, keeping you naturally wet for Chris. As a safety, he squirted a little more lube right onto your pussy, thrusting harder while your walls tightened up around him. You were close, and he could feel it. Your walls fluttered fast around him, tightening to where it was almost forcing his cock out of you, but he kept going. You babbled and cried out as you got closer, Chris murmuring praise at you while he fought to keep himself in check.

“Let go, baby, let go,” he encouraged, and Chris felt your body start to shake in his arms. Your orgasm approached quickly, and with a primal scream, you came hard, squirting again onto him. Chris continued fucking into you while you soaked him, then slowly pulled out of you, lowering your legs to the floor and finding your lips to kiss. He stood with you, carefully holding you from behind while Ari approached, nude with his cock already sheathed in a condom.

“You did beautifully, Angel,” Ari praised. “Can you give me another one?”

“Yes,” you whimpered. Without even being prompted, you dropped a color, “Green - I’m green dammit.” The two chuckled and kissed you.

“OK, Angel, I hear you loud and clear. Let me take care of you.” Ari lifted one of your legs up to his shoulder and thrusted into you. Your swollen pussy was so wet and worked at this point, it was easy to get in, but both men were quietly amazed at how tight you still were. Ari thrusted into you steadily, listening to your cries, moans and whimpers for any indication of discomfort. Chris stayed close, softly massaging your breasts, letting your nipples roll between his fingers, continuing to murmur praise in your ear. He squirted a puddle of lube onto your pussy, letting Ari spread it around how he needed. Still not entirely down from your previous orgasm, this one built quickly, and before you knew it, you were tossed into the throes of another powerful release, squirting onto Ari’s cock, too.

The room cheered as you came again, almost forgetting that you had an audience. Ari thrusted slowly, letting you relax just a little, and Chris picked up your other leg, letting it rest on Ari’s shoulder while he held you against him a bit tighter.

“Still green?” Ari asked.

“Still green.” Chris lowered down, replacing his condom with a fresh one, placing a few kisses to your ass cheeks, and carefully began to tug at the plug. You moaned as the wider part of the toy gently opened you up a bit, then felt the subtle release as the plug was pulled free. Setting it down on the stool nearby, Chris liberally applied a coating of lube to his cock, then smeared some more over your ass, pressing his fingers in to keep you opened up. Rising back to his feet, you were soaked. Ari held you securely, encouraging you to relax and breathe.

Chris slowly started to press into your ass. As with the plug, he went slowly, making sure you were OK.

“You’re OK, Y/N?” Chris asked.

“Yes,” you nodded, your breath pushed out of you as Chris continued to press into you, praising you while he sank in deeper. Ari took care to keep you and him still during this.

“Angel, you’re doing amazing, he’s almost there. Breathe,” Ari praised, kissing the upper part of your chest. You focused on your breath, slow, deep, and steady. When Chris finally bottomed out, everything went still for a moment, your mouth dropping open in a soundless scream. You had never felt so full in your life, your breath picked up and you were panting even harder. The two men released a flurry of kisses to your skin, anywhere they could reach in the positions they were in.

“Holy shit,” you whimpered, your breath quick. “Fuck, move, someone move,” were the last properly formed words you were able to piece together as both Chris and Ari slowly started thrusting into you. This was the point of Thusía - the final offering; you - to two men who deeply cared for you in their own ways. Chris, your boyfriend who got to experience every piece and phase of your body, your heart, and your mind. The same man would move heaven and earth to see you happy. Ari, yours and Chris’ friend, who not only enjoyed the pleasures of your body, but the kinship you shared as friends, and a trusted mentor to you as you forayed into this erotic world.

The two of them moved together, completely at their mercy. Your cries and moans escalating as you again had never truly recovered from that last orgasm, still in that haze of a high. Your body was craving another release, and these two would give it to you over and over again if they could.

“Fuck, this feels incredible,” Chris praised, thrusting steadily into your ass, taking the occasional moment to slow down and ensure you weren’t hurting.

“So… full,” you moaned. “Don’t stop…” and you screamed out in pleasure.

Ari grunted, still steadily fucking you, fixated on your face, again looking for any sign of discomfort. The whole time, your face was tied and twisted up in bliss while the two men continued to take you apart.

“She’s close,” Ari gritted, feeling you tighten even more around his cock. Your walls fluttered again as he continued to thrust into you, dragging across your g-spot each time. Chris reached between yours and Ari’s bodies, his fingers rubbing at your clit to encourage you into that orgasmic haze again.

“I’m gonna come…” you cried - and with no more room to speak, you screamed and cried as you squirted again, you shook in their arms and succumbed to the orgasmic waves that seized control of your body. Ari and Chris helped you ride through it, and gently let you down, slipping out of you as your orgasm gushed out of you and onto the floor. The two quickly ripped off their condoms, pumping their cocks before coating you with ropes upon ropes of their cum as they came with groans and shouts. The room erupted into celebration, couples making out, toasting drinks. It felt like midnight on New Year’s Eve. Once the two released their cocks, Chris and Ari approached you, each taking a moment with you.

Ari pressed his forehead to yours, holding your face softly in his hands, “Angel, you are incredible. Amazing. You did so well.” Ari gave you a sweet kiss, then pulled away.

Chris came up to you, kissing you deeply, “I love you, Y/N. I love you so much.” You froze, it was the first time Chris had ever said it. A huge smile formed on your face.

“I love you too, Chris. So fucking much,” and he pulled you back in for another kiss.

“Let’s go get cleaned up,” Chris smiled at you, beckoning Ari over to begin releasing your wrists from the restraints. Chris wrapped his arms around you and felt you pretty much slump in his hold once your wrists were free. Ari had a blanket that he wrapped you up in, Chris picked you up bridal style and carried you up to the guest room so Ari could conclude the night and dismiss guests.

** 20 Minutes Later **

A soft knock was heard at the door.

“Come in,” Chris called while he gently massaged any remaining tension out of your neck and shoulders. Ari walked in, clearly exhausted from the night, and sat down with the two of you on the bed.

“You, Angel, were a hit,” Ari praised, snatching a slice of pineapple off of the tray of snacks that had been delivered within minutes of you and Chris getting back up to the guest room Ari set you up in for the night.

“Shit - I don’t remember sex being that good before,” you smirked, popping a blueberry into your mouth.

“How do you feel?” Chris asked, taking his hands off of you then taking a sip of water.

“Happy. A little sore, but it's manageable, in desperate need of a bath or shower,” you laughed while resetting your hair into a more comfortable style. “Thanks for making me feel so safe tonight guys.”

“Anytime, Angel, anytime. As for that bath or shower, we can arrange either. But I wanted to pop in and just say thank you. You two are essentially now royalty at these parties, but I realize that we can’t share you forever,” Ari commented.

“I mean, if Chris is OK with it, I’m down to come back for a few more of these.”

Chris’ eyes widened in delight at the words that came out of your mouth. “You’re serious?”

“I am,” you placed a kiss on his cheek and he pulled you against him.

“How did I get so fucking lucky?” He smiled into your hair, pressing a kiss to your head.

“I told you earlier, Evans, I’m glad you found her. Angel’s one of the rare ones.” Ari slid off the bed to his feet. "You two enjoy the rest of the night. Breakfast in the morning - whatever you want, and car service when you’re ready. Sleep well… or fuck well - the night’s yours. Let me know if you need anything.” With a grin, Ari shut the door and left you and Chris alone.

“I really need to get cleaned up, Chris,” you sighed, starting to feel the adrenaline leave you from the night’s activities.

“Let’s get that shower going, and when we’re finished and you’re up for it, I’ll fuck you ‘til you fall asleep.”

“Respectfully calling ‘red’ on any more sex tonight,” recalling your safe word. “I’m worn out. But I won't turn down some kisses and cuddling. Oh, I also heard a rumor that there’s someone in this room that loves being woken up with blowjobs.” Chris wiggled his eyebrows at you, pulling you in for a kiss.

“Is that so?” He grinned into your neck, placing a few soft kisses along the nape. “Well, you heard correctly.”

“Well, the faster we get to sleep, the faster that blowjob happens, so shower, please.” You gently patted his cheek, and the two of you stood, walking toward the bathroom to clean up.

“Love you, my pretty girl,” he flipped on the light switch to the ensuite as you let the blanket drop.

“Love you, Chris,” and you both closed the bathroom door.

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FIRE & WATER

Pairing: PersonalTrainer!Johnny Storm x Female Reader

Summary: Johnny and reader managed to keep their friendship intact until fate takes a decision for them. Another au directly from mine and @sparkledfirecracker gym universe. This time I’m cooking some Personal Trainer Johnny Storm, an expert fuckboy who has a soft spot for his sister’s best friend.

Warnings: Smut, friends to lovers, fluff, angst. (Specific warnings will be added to each chapter)

*chapter with smut

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CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

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CHAPTER EIGHT

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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!

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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

I feel like you should write a little story about this!!

Would like to ride chris while he wears nothing but Christmas socks and his grandpa loafers tbh, feeling feral tonight x

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Out of Left Field

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 in the midst of 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: This series will more than likely have smut, 18+ only please! I’m so excited for you guys to read this series, I just had to make the masterlist! Also, yes, you read it right haha. There is a week gap between Part 3 and 4. We are closing on our house and beginning our move, so I wanted to give myself time in case I happen to fall behind on writing! 

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Part 1 - This Is Bad (Monday, August 1)

Part 2 - I Can’t Do This Without You (Monday, August 8)

Part 3 - Target Practice (Monday, August 15)

Part 4 - Stu (Monday, August 29) 

Part 5 - Now or Never (Monday, September 5)

Part 6 - Jealousy Looks Good On You (Monday, September 12)

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HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS | Ch 1

Summary: A snowstorm has canceled all flights and you're stuck alone for Christmas... or are you? Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader Warnings: 18+, This is a pretty fluffy chapter, alcohol consumption, bad language words Author's Note: I've been on the road for work and looking forward to getting home. I'd be a mess if I couldn't... this is going to be a multi-part series, so hang tight! No Beta, mistakes are mine! Thanks @time-for-a-lullaby for giving this a quick read!

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Home For the Holidays

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The notification from your phone was like a punch to the gut. "Canceled." Every flight for the next 72 hours was canceled due to the ridiculous blizzard happening outside. You had tried everything, looking at alternative options. You were, in a word, stuck. Sulking, you headed downstairs to the lobby, extending your stay, picking up a bottle of red wine and a few snacks from the lobby gift shop. If you were going to be here a bit longer, you might as well make the most of it. Your face wore a crestfallen expression all afternoon, your heart aching to see your family and the dread spreading through you that you'd have to make that call no one wants to make during the holidays. "I won't be able to make it home for Christmas." It was a heartbreaking conversation, but your parents understood considering the weather.

Changing into some cozy (yet casual enough to wear in public) loungewear, you pulled on your Uggs and brought your wine and a glass downstairs to the guest lounge area. A few others had similar ideas, hanging out by the fireplace, playing board games, while soft instrumental holiday music played in the background. A coffee/cocoa/tea & s'mores bar had been set up for guests by the lodge staff. Every topping imaginable for the cocoa, Hershey bars galore and the biggest, fluffiest homemade marshmallows cut into squares so they would fit perfectly on the graham crackers. You settled into an oversized chair by the fireplace and wrapped yourself up in a thick blanket that you had grabbed from a basket near the seating area. As you watched a family also stuck at the lodge unwrap gifts by the tree sipping your Cabernet, a tear trickled down your face.

"Not able to be with your family either?" A voice interrupted your thoughts. You looked up, quickly wiping the tear away seeing an equally wistful looking Chris Evans sitting with a beer sitting in the other oversized chair, feet propped up on the matching ottoman.

"Yeah," you nodded, curling into yourself a little. "Merry Christmas to us," you offered your glass out in a distanced toast, which he held up his beer in response, "Merry Christmas," he responded as a sympathetic smile passed across his bearded face before the both of you took a sip.

"So what were you doing up here in the middle of nowhere?" Chris asked, attempting to make some small talk.

"Snowboarding trip. Annual tradition for me before I trek home to spend the holidays with my family. A little 'me' time; the slopes, the spa, and fuck all."

Chris laughed at your response. "Really? Didn't peg you for a boarder."

"I'm pretty decent, though the gnarly bruise on my hip right now might try to tell a different story." You laughed, setting your glass on the end table next to you.

"Wow. How bad of a fall caused that? I've got one on my thigh right now - we might have to have a show and tell," Chris grinned, clearly in an attempt lift your spirits before taking another sip of his beer.

"Nothing like trying to stop and a snow drift just says 'fuck you' before dragging you down to the ground," you giggled into your glass, playfully extending your middle finger to emphasize the 'fuck you'.

"Got it," Chris chuckled. "That's happened to me a couple of times before." Chris ran his fingers through his hair, exhaling a breath. "Where ya from?"

“Pennsylvania - you?”

“Boston. How’d we end up in middle of nowhere Colorado?” Chris mused, watching a sparkle slowly creep into your eyes, the more you two talked. In the back of his mind, he knew the two of you desperately needed to feel better about your circumstances. Any laugh he was able to draw from you was helping him feel better as well.

“I’m not entirely sure, but I’m not necessarily complaining,” you polished off your glass. “You having another beer?” You motioned to his bottle.

“If you’re having another glass of wine, I won’t turn down another beer,” he smiled. “Be right back,” Chris stood, dropping his bottle into a recycling bin and slipping out of the room. You sat, your fingers contemplating the mini bottle, enough for one more glass. When he returned a few minutes later he held a six pack, and two fresh mini bottles of the red you were drinking. “Figured you might want another glass… or two?”

Releasing the finger you twisted into your hair, “Thank you.” Chris handed off the bottles and the two of you moved to sit on the sofa. “You want some of this blanket?” dog earring a corner as an invitation.

“Yeah, if you’re OK with it,” he accepted your invite and slipped under the soft fabric with you.

****** A few hours or so later… wine time ******

The two of you laughed back and forth as the booze had significantly lowered your inhibitions. You and Chris were going back and forth over something trivial that had you both howling with laughter. You had snacked on more s’mores than either of you would care to admit. At one point, Chris had dotted a small dollop of whipped cream on your nose and you two were getting progressively closer and cozier under the blanket. You swapped stories about wild holidays of Christmas past with your respective families, and got deep into music tastes, your careers, and more.

Your phone chimed with an alert - midnight. You’d normally be at midnight services with the family - your annual pilgrimage to church (you would consider yourself spiritual, but not deeply religious). Your brain sobered back to reality, the little traditions you were missing.

“You OK?” Chris casually slipped an arm around you, resting it on the back of the couch. You looked around the room and realized that you were alone at this point.

“Yeah…” you paused for a moment before you spoke again. “It’s Christmas.”

“It is…” Chris hummed, checking his watch. “Merry Christmas. I just realized I haven’t even gotten your name.”

“It’s Y/N,” you shyly replied.

“Chris,” he formally introduced himself. “Merry Christmas Y/N.”

“Merry Christmas Chris.” You downed the final sip of wine in your glass. “We might want to call it? The slopes are open at 9:30 - considering I’m still stuck here, might take advantage. Not sure what you’re doing in the morning, would you want to join me?”

“Why not? Better than being cooped up in a hotel room alone,” he smiled, polishing off the last sips of his beer. “Join me for breakfast then we can hit the slopes?”

“Sounds great. 8:30 at the lobby restaurant?”

“Perfect,” Chris stood, extending a hand to help you stand. The two of you cleaned up your beer and wine mess in silence. Folding the blanket, you set it back into the basket and turned off the lights.

“I’ll see you in the morning?” You looked to Chris as the two of you walked to the door.

“Yeah… wait, Y/N, look,” he pointed up, acknowledging the mistletoe hanging over the both of you in the door. You looked up seeing the plant, biting your lip very nervously. You drew in a breath, your eyes returning to meet Chris’. “May I?” Chris sought your permission.

“It’s tradition… sure,” you shyly smiled at him. Chris’ hand gently cupped your cheek, and he leaned in, softly pressing his lips to yours. Fireworks exploded in your belly when he connected, your knees immediately going weak. Your arms wrapped around his neck as Chris drew you close to him with his other arm wrapping around your waist. Your mouths timidly explored the other’s, his tongue swiping across your lip, seeking out your own. A soft moan escaped your throat when his confidence grew and Chris deepened the kiss. Holding on, your fingers carefully ran through his bunny soft buzzcut while his hands respectfully held your waist, occasionally rubbing your back.

You eventually broke away, breathless, unable to meet his gaze, still painfully shy. He felt you curl into yourself a little, and hooked a finger under your chin to meet his gaze again.

“I’ll see you in the morning, Y/N. Merry Christmas.” Chris pecked a kiss to your nose, releasing you and offered his hand to escort you to the elevators.

“Merry Christmas,” you responded. The elevator cab opened, and you stepped inside, a small grin spreading across your lips as you bid him goodnight.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” Chris smiled at you as the doors closed, and he called another elevator for himself to get him back to his room.

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the boston brute series drabble: promise?

The Boston Brute Series Drabble: Promise?

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, I think. Some fluff. Nothing too crazy!

W/C: 724

A/N: just a little something something as i write part 14! not the best thing i’ve ever written but that’s life 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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You rolled over to face Chris, the sheets of his bed, cold against your bare skin. “That’s the first time you ever saw me?!” Your mouth dropped open while Chris chuckled, his arm sneaking under you to pull you closer. 

He shrugged. “I mean, are you really that surprised? You guys were together for like… ever.” 

Chris had just revealed to you that the first time he’d ever laid eyes on you, was an Instagram post from fucking Dean. And you knew precisely what post he was talking about. 

Dean had just won the Stanley Cup and it was his turn to have the cup for the day. All he wanted to do was take a picture of you on his lap while he ate Lucky Charms out of the bowl. You fought him on it for hours because you had also just found out that he’d cheated on you. 

Your bag was packed. You were going to leave. But he begged and begged until your resolve finally cracked and you agreed to one picture because at this point, taking the damn picture would probably get you away from him faster. 

He claimed his mother wanted it, but you should’ve known that wasn’t the case. His mother couldn’t stand you. You didn’t come from money, so in her eyes, you weren’t fit for her son. 

But you sat on his lap and plastered on a fake smile and let the picture be taken. 

20 minutes later while Dean shotgunned beers in the backyard with his douchebag friends, you were loading your bags into Marlowe’s car and never looked back. 

Thank god.

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