So Im Gonna End Up Crying Today

So I’m gonna end up crying today 🥺💔

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 sobbed. “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.”

Assistant reader controlling a vibrating cock ring on ceo sub!bucky's cock switching it on randomly and randomly increasing the speed of it , while he is in a meeting with you in fron of him

Bye.

whoever the horny fuck you are, you have been accepted as one of the Hoe Lords™️

warnings: cock ring usage, cumming in pants, cheating

Bucky's sitting in his seat, legs kept wide open with your feet keeping them wide apart under the not so wide table as the cock ring vibrates around his cock while he tries his best to focus on Steve's reports and not the way his rock hard cock is throbbing so good in his dress pants that it almost hurts.

Bucky needs to cum, he can feel himself right at the end with the pleasure buzzing through him as you sit across pinning him down with your stare that only adds to the pleasure coursing through him. The dominance that's he's under even when you're not even touching him and the way you have reduced him to your needy whore even in a room full of people, one of them being his wife, who's sitting right next to him, is something only you can do.

He's so so close, right there where he wanted, but he knew that the only thing he could do under your mercy was playing your game and you were always determined to make it as hard for him as possible.

While everyone's eyes are focused on the presentation at the front, yours are focused on Bucky trying his hardest not to squirm and helplessly search for an escape from the unsatisfying pleasure running through him, making his eyes roll back involuntarily a few times and his shirt stretch and ripple with every clench of his abs. You had him right where you wanted.

Needy and desperate for your touch, for you to make him cum all while his wife was next to him.

Your fingers dance across the remote in your hand, a smirk spread on your lips, and Bucky's eyes widened a bit more along with his lips turning into a desperate pout, knowing exactly what was to happen as you turned the vibrations to the highest speed making Bucky bite down his lips to suppress the pathetic whines and he tries to close his leg but a stern look from you and the force of your feet has him reluctantly keeping them apart.

Bucky could never disobey you, he's your obedient whore after all and he would do anything to keep his mommy happy and be her good slut.

The vibrations shoot through his body like intense pleasure but no matter how good he feels he just can't seem to reach his high and Bucky can feel the desperate tears filling his eyes and the jump of his cock in his pants when your lips turn into a mocking pout. His stomach tightens and clenches and he just needs to cum.

" Are you okay, honey?" The sudden whisper from his wife, has Bucky trying his best not to act like, your sitting across from the room controlling his orgasms. He can feel himself getting closer and closer, the white-hot pleasure becoming unbearable.

" Y-yes." He says trying his best not to whimper when your feet slide up and down his leg, teasing him even further.

As soon as his wife's attention is back on the presentation, Bucky's begging you with his eyes to let him cum. He doesn't care that he'll be cumming in his pants, or that his wife is right next to him while you make him cum. He just wants to be your needy slut.

" Be good for mommy." You mouth at him with a stern gaze that has Bucky biting down a cry as his cock leaks in his boxers, wetting the fabric and every movement making the sparks of pleasure running through him even more intense.

" Yes, mommy." He mouths back, relishing in the proud smile that you throw at his as he subtly nods at you, obeying everything you say.

Finally, Bucky can feel the pleasure reach a new level, allowing him to reach his high and you know it by the way his jaw slack and drool pools at the corner of his mouth and Bucky's far too gone in his pleasure to notice his thighs shaking and his abs painfully tightening, peaking further and further.

And then the vibrations stop.

A pathetic, " No" is ripped from Bucky and everyone's attention is on his flushed face and his eyes glazed with tears, Bucky tries his hardest to suppress his need to fall onto his knees and beg you to make him cum as he humps your leg.

" Man, you good?" Sam asks and Bucky profusely nods.

" Yeah, yeah, the presentation- um- something is wrong, I'll talk to you about it later Steve." He blabbers, his mind still hazy from the lost orgasm.

" Are you sure, Mr. Barnes?" Your supposedly sweet voice, but he knows it's filled with mockery, makes his abs clench again and the ache reach a new level.

" Uh ye-" That's when the vibrations shot up again to the highest again and his hips almost buck up from his seat and a loud choke of his moan comes from him. The aftershocks of his denied orgasm along with the vibrations have him falling hard over the edge, his orgasm being the hardest he has ever had as his lips part and he tries not to let his eyes roll back.

" Bucky?" His wife's worried voice calls out as he shoots thick ropes of a seemingly never-ending stream of hot cum that covers his boxers and seeps to wet the crotch of his pants.

" Yes, yes, yes. I'm good, so good." Bucky pants and when everyone takes it as a sign that he's okay, you know that it's all because of you and how hard you made your slut cum in his pants.

Bucky leans back, the aftershocks of his orgasm sending sparks through his body as the meeting ends but, he doesn't stand up when everyone takes their leave.

" Um everyone can go ahead, I have something to discuss with (Y/N)." Bucky breathes out, still seated and trying to cover his wet crotch as everyone leaves, a slight hesitation in them.

As soon as the room is empty. your right by his side, trailing your lips along his neck and your hand kneading his still hard cock, smirking when he whimpers and whines under your touch. and the wetness of his pants.

" Such a filthy slut for mommy came right next to your wife. Poor puppy couldn't do a thing when he made a mess in his pants. Now, be a good slut and get on your knees and eat mommy out. My puppy made me so wet and I'll let you cum again."

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Summary: In Brooklyn, everyone knows the unwritten rule: you don’t cross James Barnes. When you return after nearly half a decade, things are anything but the same. After the murder of your Uncle, you begin to learn that no one is who they say they are, and that you may have accidentally given your heart to a mobster; The White Wolf of Brooklyn. More dangerous than that, he’s given you his.

Pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: Heavy swearing, angst, mentions of murder, description of criminal activity, mafia references, description of injury, smoking, drinking, sexual references, smut. 18+ ONLY.

A/N: The mafia is something I’ve been obsessed with since I was about 13, so this is super exciting for me to write! Feedback is so, so appreciated. <3

    Prologue

1: Business is Booming

2: The Hand You’re Dealt

3: Guilty As Charged

4: Two Faced

5: What You Do To Me

6: The Beginning of The End

7: An Eye For An Eye

8: Lies and Consequence

9: Let It Burn

10: What Goes Up

more coming soon!

Chris Evans - Lightyear UK Premiere

Omg I love lumberjack!stucky 😍

Joooo have you seen Sebbys dancing story? What am I saying ofc you have!!

But like what if you mixed that and Chris 'awkward dancing tgt?? Like reader waking up to these boys jamming it out while making breakfast on a beautiful Sunday morning ( imagine them trying to twerk😂😂). Or coming home from a long day of work and just admiring the view

😍😍😍

Morning Wood

Pairing: Stucky x reader (Lumberjack AU but they are retired superheroes)

Word Count: 1,405

Summary: You and the boys are enjoying your time paradise. Retirement is good.

Author's Note: Hi love! Thank you so much for this fun and sweet request! It made me smile! I decided to have them living their best life in a beautiful and secluded cabin somewhere amazing! I also thought it would be an amazing excuse to use these gorgeous edits by my friend @thelemonadestxnd 🥰Hope you're having a lovely night and you enjoy this! Hugs! 💕Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by my sweet @firefly-graphics thank you lovely🥰

Warnings: soft and fun fluff, teasing, implied sexy fun, lots of silliness, Alpine

Edits NOT MINE: Credit goes to @thelemonadestxnd for BOTH of these gorgeous pieces!

It isn’t the warm sunshine or the loud twitter of the birds singing outside your window that wakes you from a deep and sated sleep. Even your fluffy white cat, Alpine, has his head up, pointy ears flat against his head and a disgruntled look on his face.

“Alpine,” you mumble. “What in the…?”

The cat meows in response, stretching and kneading at the sheets before curling back into a ball and closing his eyes.

“Yea…” you say in sleepy agreement, “I don’t know either. Back to bed.”

You lift the covers over your shoulder and snuggle back into the pillow, letting your eyelids softly shut until you hear the racket again.

“Whyyyy,” you whine.

With a frustrated huff you beat at the pillow before throwing the sheets off and swinging your legs over the bed. Steve’s large tee shirt falls to your knees and you stomp over to the chair and grab Bucky’s discarded flannel and put it on.

Something round and heavy thumps against your chest and you slip your hand into the breast pocket of Bucky’s flannel. Your fingers wrap around something smooth and slightly pliant. You smile to yourself and gently pat the pocket, whispering, “I’ll save that for later.”

“What the hell are they up to!?” you screech, peeking out the large bedroom window.

You can’t see either one of your boys but you can certainly hear them. You shuffle into the kitchen and see all the necessities for your favorite breakfast ready on the counter as well as a fresh bouquet of the most beautiful wildflowers at the center of the table.

You soften at the sight and slide on your slippers. When you open the large front door of the cabin, the morning air holds a slight chill that the late Spring sun is quickly chasing away and the air is sweet with the fragrance of new growth.

You step out onto the large porch and walk down the steps, making your way to the back of the house and the source of the commotion. With a few more steps you turn the corner of the house and the sight in front of you makes you stop in your tracks.

Both Bucky and Steve are standing near the pile of firewood, shirtless, suspenders hanging freely around their legs, with their axes over their shoulders and their tight jeans clinging to their thick thighs.

You swallow hard as your entire body reacts, goosebumps covering your skin and your thighs clenched.

“Stevie. Come on! America’s ass can do better than that,” Bucky teases.

“I’m trying pal,” Steve shouts as he continues bending and shaking his ass.

Bucky drops his axe and proceeds to show Steve once again how to twerk.

“Look Rogers. Legs shoulder width apart ok? Like you’re gonna do a squat. Really bend those knees.”

You reach into Bucky’s flannel pocket and pull out his hidden treasure, biting into the juicy flesh of the plum while you watch the entertainment unfold. You can’t take your eyes off them as you munch, glad for the small distraction of the fruit.

 Steve studies Bucky intently, his eyebrows drawn in with his focused concentration.

“Now, arch your back, you really want your butt to be out there ya know,” Bucky continues.

Steve positions himself the same as Bucky, nodding intently.

“We really need some music,” Bucky sighs. “Alright, hands on your knees and bounce.”

Bucky shakes his ass and you stifle a giggle, not wanting the show to end.

"Ok, ok, lemme try again,” Steve says once Bucky stops.

Bucky straightens and steps back, leaning against the wood pile.

Steve shouts, “I think I got it!”

You let out a snort and Steve’s mid twerk when he goes still while Bucky throws you a knowing smirk.

“Is that my plum?” Bucky asks, sauntering over.

You shrug, the motion purposefully casual as you lick the plum juice from the corner of your mouth.

“Hiya doll face,” Bucky murmurs as he takes you in his arms. “Lemme get some of that.”

He kisses the corner of your mouth, sucking gently before pulling away and humming pleasingly at the taste.

Steve walks over with a bright smile, planting his axe on the ground and leaning down to kiss you.

“And is that my shirt?” Bucky asks, fingering his flannel.

“And my tee shirt,” Steve adds.

“Yes, yes and YES!” you huff. “What about it? Couldn’t you two find other shirts to wear this morning?”

The boys stare at you before bursting into chuckles.

“Nah, too much work,” Bucky sings. “Besides, the sun is warm.”

“And what has you up so early sunshine?” Steve asks.

“YOU TWO!” you scold. “Alpine and I were all cozy in bed and then you two started a twerk party.”

“Bucky started it,” Steve states. “We originally came out here to cut the last of the firewood.”

“I just don’t want him going around saying he can do it if he can’t,” Bucky announces.

“But I can now,” Steve responds with a goofy grin.

“Well, I thoroughly enjoyed the show,” you giggle. “It just wasn’t the morning wood I was hoping to wake up to.”

Bucky drops his head, shaking it as he laughs loudly.

“I don’t get it,” Steve says. “What’s so funny about morning wood?

“Oh my gosh Stevie,” you snicker.

You grab Steve’s shoulder and pull his ear down to your lips. When he stands back up his eyes go wide and then his smile follows.

“Oh yea. That happens every morning,” he states. “Then we end up spending most of it in bed…”

Bucky walks by and slaps Steve on the back of his head before scooping you into his arms.

“We’re sorry we woke you doll face,” Bucky croons. “Let’s go have breakfast.”

You look over Bucky’s shoulder and wink at Steve as you finish off the plum. Bucky brings you into the house and sets you down gently on the kitchen island.

“Now, you just relax angel. Me and Stevie are gonna make ya breakfast.”

Steve slides between your legs for a quick kiss before meeting Bucky at the sink to wash his hands. They work in perfect harmony, easily navigating the kitchen space to prepare pancakes, eggs, bacon and a bowl of fresh fruit.

They set the table and smile proudly, matching lopsided grins when you lick your lips.

“Ya hungry doll? Bucky simpers.

“Uh huh,” you breathe out.

You slide off the island into Steve’s waiting arms. Steve sits down and pulls you into his lap and Bucky pulls his chair close.

“I guess getting woken up to watch you two shake your asses and then get a homemade breakfast isn’t the worst thing…” you simper, reaching for the fruit.

Bucky and Steve smile, their mouths stuffed full of pancakes. Alpine finally wanders in from the bedroom with a loud meow.

“Oh, look who has finally decided to grace us with his presence,” you chide. “Get enough beauty rest fluffball?”

The cat slips between Bucky’s spread legs and jumps up onto his thigh, perching himself daintily while he cleans himself.

“Don’t get any ideas cat. That’s my seat!” you say as you narrow your eyes at Alpine.

The cat lifts his tail and nestles closer into Bucky’s side, pawing at the spots of sun dancing over his metal arm.

“I swear he does it on purpose,” you whine.

“Don’t be jealous doll face,” Bucky purrs. “You know I’m all yours.”

You stick your tongue out at the cat and rest your head along Steve’s chest, lightly combing your fingers through the hair that lines his hard muscles.

Alpine watches your every move before tiptoeing across Bucky’s lap and placing one white paw onto Steve’s thigh.

You instantly sit up. “Don’t even think about it cat! THIS SEAT IS ALL MINE!”

The boys laughter is so quick and loud that Alpine jumps down with an unhappy meow and goes to lay in a ray of sun on the floor.

“You two,” Steve starts as syrup drips down his chin.

“So cute,” Bucky finishes with a smirk.

You swipe your thumb across Steve’s chin and then stick it in your mouth to lick it clean.

“Whatever,” you huff, nibbling on some bacon.

“I don’t think we can let our girl get outta bed early anymore Buck,” Steve says.

“You’re right Stevie. From now on any morning wood business stays in bed until she’s happy.”

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