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chris evans probably punching the air rn after t*m br*dy retired…i hate the second bitch but i’d be there to give chris hugs and cuddles and suck his dick in these difficult times /:
Russo brothers: no the one who plays peter
Pratt: Yes?
Russo brothers: not you Chris
Hemsworth and Evans: did somebody say cHRiS?
WHY AM I JUST FINDING OUT THAT CHRIS EVANS VOICED CASEY IN THE 2007 TMNT MOVIE??????
OH MY FUCKING GOD.
ROBERT YOU WANT TO KILL US!!
-I'm not jealous at all
Chris pls, you want that bromance with Robert too </3
If you know what i mean... hard sex
Let me fuck love that man
OMFG
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this is a dark au/verse. minors need not interact. happy endings don't happen here.
𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐫 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐋𝐚𝐰𝐲𝐞𝐫
41 years old.
6’2’’.
Suburban dad with a dark side.
Likes flashing the cash for a look as he doesn’t get much attention back home.
Never misses stopping by when he’s in town.
Has a type and it just so happens to be you.
Brings you gifts; new outfits, new shoes, gold chains, etc, every single time he visits the club.
Will spend the whole night promising you the world– and his wallet, if you just go home with him.
Top Three: Daddy Kink, Overstimulation, Praise Kink.
𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐫 𝐕𝐞𝐭
45 years old.
6’4’’.
Oh, what a nice man–
Warning sirens sound in the distance.
Danger! Danger!
The man will make you beg, make you cry, rearrange your insides, make you fall in love and break you down all within a night.
The man is all kinds of fucked up. But knows how to hide it well.
Under Lloyds employement so like, you can guess the kinds of fucked up.
Did awful things while serving in the army, brought some of that back home with him.
Protect you? More like slaughter anyone who gives you a momentary glance.
Top Three: Rough (Violent) Sex, Service Kink, Corruption Kink.
𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐛𝐨𝐲
28 years old.
6’1’’.
Cocky motherfucker, hot and he knows it.
The embodiment of a hyper puppy.
Acts like he’s always got the zoomies whenever he’s in the club.
Annoys the absolute shit out of all the girls but he’s hot, so they deal with it.
Secretly a sweetheart but never shuts his mouth.
Gets a little too handsy when he’s had a drink– or five.
Always asking Pete to loan him one of his girls for the night.
Don’t get him twisted, the guy FUCKS. and he's NASTY about it
Top Three: Dirty Talk, Deepthroating, Body Worship (receiving).
𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐟
43 years old.
6’0’’.
Corrupt little wank, like’s to make Pete nervous when he comes around, but he’d never spill on the shady things as he likes the club’s views.
Talks big shit but you’ll find him in the VIP rooms on a Saturday night.
A little wrong in the head, but treat him right and he’ll make you scream.
Can get a little rough with the girls when he's had a few.
Tight with money so always tries it on for a discount for not opening his mouth.
Has a big cock and is smug about it.
Likes 'em on their knees with an wide open mouth.
Top Three: Daddy Kink, Corruption Kink, Choking.
𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐖𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐬 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐲𝐬𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐋𝐚𝐰𝐲𝐞𝐫
32 years old
6’0’’.
Troubled addict that’s in the club; Every. Single. Night.
Likes just to watch, girls kinda hate him in the club because he won’t even throw a dollar bill but will spend a paycheck on drinks and other things.
Spends money he doesn’t have, does the odd job for Pete when he’s in a little legal trouble which gets him the odd night in the VIP rooms.
Don’t underestimate him though.
Will have you crawling back for seconds.
While not the roughest by any means, get him high enough and annoyed enough, he’ll make sure you’re not walking for the next two weeks.
Top Three: High Sex, Overstimulation, Throat-Fucking.
𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐊𝐞𝐦𝐩 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐎𝐧𝐞
35 years old
6’1’’.
Idk, fam, somethings off about this one but we're gonna ignore it, okay?
Stares a little too long, kinda like he’s hunting.
Makes your heart race a little being around him– fuck or fight i guess. I know which I’m doing.
Tips nicely but never wants a private dance, likes to watch and drop cash at your feet after.
Weirdo tbh. It’s not like he ain’t got the money.
Sucks to be you if you decide to go home with him.
You ain't coming back, honey.
Top Three: Blood Play, Knife Play, Bondage/Rope.
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Did Chris Evans delete his Twitter/X?
I've seen screenshots of his twitter and when i went to look for it, I couldn't find it. Anyone know what happened to it or am I being dumb?
This is not a drill #chrisevanspuppyinterview in less than 15 minutes!!!
I’m not crying you are……………..No I am crying! 😭😭😭😭
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. 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.
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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.”
DUN DUN DUN……..Cliffhanger!
the boston brute series: pt. 12 - welcome to sudbury (dual pov)
The Boston Brute Series: Part 12 - Welcome To Sudbury (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’s asshole father mentioned, parental abuse mentioned. There’s a police officer in this fic, too lol. Idk if that’s a trigger, but just to be safe. Lots 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: 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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Chris POV
Chris’s grip on the steering wheel tightened every time he drove past a mile marker, signaling you guys were one mile closer to Sudbury. His knuckles were way past the point of turning white and his fingers started to ache from the hold he had.
He’d kept the itinerary to himself for almost the entire drive, finally passing it over when you’d asked what the plans were and for some reason, he was more worried about your reaction to a meticulously planned out Christmas than facing his family.
His stomach turned when your eyes widened.
“There’s an itinerary?” You asked, looking over at him with raised eyebrows. If he wasn’t so fucking nervous about how this weekend was going to go, he might’ve given himself a second to appreciate just how much he loved the way your feelings were so easily displayed through your expressions.
Christmas had always been a big deal to Lisa and he’d mentioned it in passing a few times, but Chris failed to inform you just how seriously she took it. Itinerary and all.
Your eyes narrowed at Chris. “Did you wait until we got on the road to tell me so I wouldn’t back out?”
His eyes flickered from you to the road nervously, trying to gauge your reaction. Busted. He should’ve known better. “No…” He lied, his voice unconvincing, even to himself.
“Christopher!” You scoffed, shaking your head. “I can’t believe you.”
He could tell by your tone that you were teasing and not actually upset with him, but he still felt bad. You told him you didn’t celebrate Christmas and that this would be the first time you’d spent any sort of holiday around a family and here he was basically throwing you to the wolves.
Chris reached over and squeezed your thigh gently. “It’ll be fun, I promise.” He peeked over at you, smiling at the fake grin you had on your face. You were trying so hard not to show him just how worried you were because you also knew how worried he was about being around his family.
Which was stupid.
It’s his family.
He can spend a few days with his family. No big deal.
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the boston brute series: - pt. 5 (i should’ve known)
The Boston Brute Series: Pt. 5 - I Should’ve Known
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: Legal alcohol consumption (the reader is in their late 20s). Language. Chris is an asshole. SMUT - Oral (fem receiving), protected sex. Lots of Angst. (18+, please. Minors will be blocked.) Let me know if I missed anything!
A/N: Oof. This part is a DOOZY.
W/C: 8k
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.
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“Just do it.”
Your head snapped over from your computer screen, eyes bugging at Layne.
She held her hands up defensively. “Sorry. Sorry. Just do him.”
You groaned, rolling your eyes. Had she not heard anything that came out of your mouth over the past hour? Layne taunted you with a look, smirking at your visible distress.
You pinched your eyes shut, burying your face in your hands and letting out a soft groan. You’d been so on edge since your ‘truce’ with Chris and you haven’t even spoken to the man since Monday!
Something changed between you two. You could feel it. But you didn’t know what. He had accepted your simple peace offering of coffee before skating off and since then, zip. Nada. Nothing. No accidental run-ins, no walking you to your car at night. You’d seen him on the rink, he was definitely here. Just not… around.
Today was Thursday. And you were desperately trying to stop yourself from reading into the fact that after he skated away from you and winked that he said ‘see you Thursday’. Because it didn’t mean anything. Just that you’d see him. Probably. Maybe.
No… Definitely. You definitely would be seeing him tonight. In a couple of hours.
Another home game. You’d be behind the bench with him at the game. Not that he spent that much time on the bench. But still. The thought of being so close to him sent a bolt of electricity across your body, but you just pretended like you didn’t know what to make of it.
“But seriously, Y/N. Do you actually think that people follow that clause?”
“Yes!” You shouted incredulously. “Do people not?”
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I swear to God!!!! I'm drooling
Chris Evans characters as daddy types. 🥵🥺
The (get on your knees now) daddy. 🥵
The (sweet smug) daddy. 😀
The (jealous/I'm gonna destroy you tonight) daddy. 😳
The (degrading) daddy. 🥵
The (wait till we get home) daddy. 😵
The (I'm gonna eat you out until you pass out) daddy. 😶
The (playful soft dom) daddy. 🥺
The (sweet, bubba cuddly) daddy. +sweet cuddly dodger. 🥺🥺🥺
The (long nights, bad boy, trouble) daddy. 🥵
For Sebastian Stan.
I would so fucking watch this!!! Take my money...
I'd definitely watch the shit out of this romcom
I swear the things I would let him do to me!!!!
CHRIS EVANS by Mark Segal for Esquire US (April 2017)
