Sweden out here roasting people

happy to be swedish rn honestly

Ukrainians fleeing with their pets. They don’t leave them behind. 🐶🐱🙏 I can’t imagine the pain and heartbreak picking up your pets and leaving your home. Heartbreaking for all. 💔

Praying for peace between Ukraine and Russia and all over the world.

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the boston brute series: pt. 4 (what are you doing in my house?)

The Boston Brute - Pt. 4 (What Are You Doing In My House? 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 distain for each other and the ‘No Fraternization’ clause in your employee contract, you’re drawn together in a passionate, fiery love affair that seems to burn everything in its wake.

Warnings: Legal alcohol consumption (reader is in late 20s). Weed mentioned very briefly. Talks of people having sex. Reader gets groped in a bar, someone tries to get her to leave with them. Language. (18+ please. Minors will be blocked.) Let me know if I missed anything!

A/N: I love this ppppaaaarrrtttt. It was a lot longer than I originally thought it would be lol

W/C: 9.1k

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All players and scenarios are made up completely. This story does not reflect things that actually happen in the NHL or with it’s players.

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Reader POV (picks up where pt. 3 left off)

You peeled out of the parking lot, laughing to yourself at the look on Chris’s face.

He definitely hadn’t expected you to throw Dean back at him.  Not that you had really expected the jealousy you felt when he brought up the puck bunny waiting for him at home… but regardless, you got more of a reaction out of him than he did out of you. Add another tally to the mental scoreboard! Kind of… Was it honestly a tally on your end if you were so damn jealous of the girl he had in his bed tonight? Maybe each of you deserved a tally. He knew exactly what he was going to do when he brought it up. It was made very clear that the tension you felt wasn’t just on your end.

You felt a little bad on your drive home, as confusing as it was, he was pretty upset about what Dean had said to you and he did take a penalty to put him in his place, but Chris was so fucking pushy. And enough with the ‘princess’ talk already. Who does he think he is? It’s so unprofessional and if he kept it up, someone was going to think that something was going on between the two of you. You laughed at the thought.

Sure, you both have clearly noticed that there was some… attraction… but that’s all that it was. Chris was an asshole. A ripped, tall, attractive asshole. But still an asshole.

Several minutes later, you pulled into the driveway, excited to tell Marlowe about Dean getting his ass kicked. Although, knowing Payton, he would’ve already told her what Chris did. He never misses a Bruins game.

You walked through the front door and your heart sank. Your best friend sat on the couch, her beautiful brown eyes were bloodshot and overflowing with tears. Dropping your things, you rushed over to her. “Babe, oh my god, what happened?” You rested your hands on her thighs, giving her a second to collect herself. Whatever it was, she was really hurting.

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Best Friends Brother - Chris Evans x Reader (Part 12*)

Summary: You and Scott have been best friends ever since you were 10, meeting at summer camp. Being best friends with Scott means you know his family very well. Especially his older brother. After a failed attempt at dating Chris when you were 18, when you move to LA for a job will you and Chris grow close again? What would the world think? and most importantly what would Scott think?

Word Count: 2.5k

Warning: Fluff, SMUT 18+ ONLY, Angst, Language

You woke up the next day with the feeling of something heavy across your abdomen. You look down to Chris’ arm draped across your stomach. You looks to the side and see Chris fast asleep his head resting on his hand, lips parted ever so slightly.

You roll over to face him, moving gently to avoid waking him. You lie there and just watch him for a while. You notice a strand on his hair out of place, so you instinctively brush it back into place. You hear Chris sigh in content as you hand moves to cup his cheek, your thumb brushing over his beard. He begins to shift, leaning into your touch. You see a smile pulling at his lips as his eyes flutter open. His bright blue eyes set their sights on yours and the small grin on his face grows into a larger one.

“Mornin’” he drawls sleep still evident in his voice.

“Morning” you smile back at him before leaning over to press your lips to his.

Chris smiles into the kiss, his hand finding your face and he moved to hover over you. He kisses you deeply as you wrap your arms around his shoulders keeping him there.

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Best Friend’s Brother - Chris Evans x Reader (Part 7)

Summary: You and Scott have been best friends ever since you were 10, meeting at summer camp. Being best friends with Scott means you know his family very well. Especially his older brother. After a failed attempt at dating Chris when you were 18, when you move to LA for a job will you and Chris grow close again? What would the world think? and most importantly what would Scott think?

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: Angst, swearing, slowburn

You were walking through the grocery store trying to find everything on the list Scott had given you.

“Scott on the list you just wrote alcohol, could you possibly be more specific?” You ask him balancing your phone on you shoulder as you looked at the list.

“Um well I don’t know what people want exactly but it’s a BBQ so mostly beer I guess, I’ve already got spirits and mixers if people want them so maybe some wine too” Scott answers as you start grabbing a couple cases of beer.

“Any brands in particular?” You ask.

“Uh no the usual should be fine, unless your boyfriend has any specific tastes” Scott says.

“Ah yeah about that, Jake can’t make it” you mutter.

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Best Friend’s Brother - Chris Evans x Reader (Part 3)

Summary: You and Scott have been best friends ever since you were 10, meeting at summer camp. Being best friends with Scott means you know his family very well. Especially his older brother. After a failed attempt at dating Chris when you were 18, when you move to LA for a job will you and Chris grow close again? What would the world think? and most importantly what would Scott think?

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: slow burn

In the new year your life had taken a turn you didn’t expect. You’d been busy at work all through January, but you’d finally finished your paper and it was ready to be published. You were looking forward to your workload easing off for a while, just while you found a new research project. Which you could put off for as long as you wanted really. You’d managed to put it off for pretty much all of February. However your boss then offered you a job that you couldn’t refused. You did say you wanted more control over your life, maybe accepting this job would be the way to do that.

So here you were, walking through LAX arrivals suitcase in hand ready to start a new job with UCLA studying the mountain lions in the area. When you saw Scott he jumped excitedly running over to give you a massive hug as if it hadn’t only been 2 months since you’d seen each other.

“Ahhh oh my god welcome to the city of angels, you’ll love it here” Scott says excitedly grabbing your bag walking out of the airport with you.

When we step outside the you feel the sun and warmth hit your skin. You sigh grateful to be out in the sun instead of the cold. You see Steve stood waiting for the two of you besides the car.

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the boston brute - pt. 3 (the first game (Chris POV)

The Boston Brute - Pt. 3 (The First Game - Chris 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 distain for each other and the ‘No Fraternization’ clause in your employee contract, you’re drawn together in a passionate, fiery love affair that seems to burn everything in its wake.

Warnings: Chris is an asshollleeee, language, sexual innuendos, parental death mentioned, Chris gets into a fight, blood mentioned. Toxic ex is mentioned and introduced into the fic. Smut mentioned, (18+ only, minors DNI)

A/N: Can we all just agree to fight Dean? Also, my fics still aren’t showing in the tags, please reblog if you can ❤️

W/C: 7.8k

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 it’s players.

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The first game of the season.

Chris walked past the line of fans and press, his face remaining impassive and unreadable despite the questions and praise being thrown at him. ‘Welcome To The Jungle’ by Guns n’ Roses blared through his airpods, blocking out most of the noise as he entered the building and made his way to the locker room, his dress shoes sticking slightly to the rubber floor as he walked. T-Minus 3 hours until the face off. 

He walked past your new office, dipping his chin in his version of a greeting when you stepped out. You jumped in surprise, almost running into him when you exited the room. Chris wanted to smile when his greeting was met with an ice-cold glare, satisfied that you were successfully pissed off. He blamed his indifference towards you on your ‘rainbow and sunshine’ personality, trying to rationalize his behavior because no one was really that fucking happy in life. Ever. Something was hiding beneath your happy-go-lucky façade and he was going to break you. 

He’d gotten pretty close, but he wanted to see you unravel, not just throw a couple f-bombs at him. Still, Chris imagined that this side of you wasn’t something Connor was accustomed to. He had been very surprised by your reaction last week when you’d told him to fuck off. Chris thought it was funny. Connor did not. He definitely ripped Chris a new one for how he’d been acting towards you. 

He, of course, tried to defend himself, reciting some of the insults that you’d thrown his way, but Connor didn’t care. Chris knew that he couldn’t exactly play victim here. 

He wasn’t Mr. Sunshine, and there was a reason they called him the Boston Brute. He was an asshole. Chris was unapologetically blunt, he took what he wanted, and he made no apologies for whoever he fucked over in the process. On and off of the rink. His mother blamed it on hockey. That it was a savage sport that had turned Chris into a man who lacked emotion and empathy. Someone who solved his problems with his fists instead of words. Though this past week, his words proved to be just as lethal.

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RUE & JULES in EUPHORIA | 2x03: Ruminations: Big and Little Bullys

You sat in the corner of the couch, the hot coffee mug still in your hands, it was currently 4:30am and you were waiting. Just, patiently waiting. It was true you were married to a powerful man, but you came from a powerful family too. The front door opened, and shut, the alarm system notifying the person entering that the door had been opened.

You did that on purpose tonight, not setting the alarm, seeing how you’d been home for only 15 minutes now. You smirked as he missed you in the living room, however the smell of coffee still lingering in the house. “Don’t suppose you’d care to share where you’ve been?” You called out hearing his footsteps falter in the kitchen. The silence laid heavily as he made his way into the living room. You rest the hand with the coffee cup on the back of the couch; your nails tapped in a rhythmic pattern in the mug. “You can’t seriously think I’m that stupid can you?” You asked him. Chris stared at you, busted obviously but he wasn’t about to let you win.

“What are you talking about?” He asked putting his hands in his pockets, where a small lacy thong sat. “I saw you tonight. She’s pretty. Smaller than me......prettier.....younger” you said staring him dead in the eyes.

Chris could have a mean cold stare...but what you had in your eyes...Chris had never seen before. “Never....will I ever....take another,” you said looking down at your wedding ring. “Boy the feeling that gave me, when you said that, I swore you were different...you may be this big bad mobster boss.....but you swore yourself to me.....” you stared him in the eye again as you slowly brought your coffee cup up to your mouth. “So what....you wanna leave me?” He asked as you smirked “we both know you’d never allow that, you’d rather kill me....which you’d just be doing both of us a favor.” You said as you stood and walked to the kitchen.

“Next time you fuck around on me.....I’ll gut her while she’s on your dick, and I’ll make you go to prison for it.” You whispered to him before starting up the stairs. “Then.....I’ll have you off’d in prison.” You said without missing a beat as you walked up the stairs, all the while Chris watching you go.

BOSS BITCH

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The Boston Brute

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

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

A/N: This series will have smut, this is an 18+ blog. Minors, DNI. 

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 it’s players. 

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Part 1 - Mr. Evans (w/c = 7k)

Part 2 - Sweden Sounds Nice (1/21/2021)

Part 3 - The First Game (1/24/2021)

- there will be additional parts, this is all that I have written out so far! -

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Fandom: Arcane (League of Legends)

Pairing: Vi x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut, mature content, fingering, oral, body worship, swearing, mentions of blood and bruises

Word Count: 3,300~

Notes: It's my first time writing Vi and I haven't written in almost a year so I might be a little rusty! Pardon any grammar mistakes or weird edits because I'm on mobile 😓 Hopefully you enjoy this and if you think I'm doing okay then I might write for her again! I thank you all for taking the time to read this! ❤️

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The faint glow of colorful neon from outside slipped through the old, glass-cracked windows of the small house you two had found safety in after a not-so pretty encounter with some goons.

Just a few hours back in the undercity and Vi managed to start a fight with someone and forced you to carry half of her weight through rotting streets and alleyways into some decomposing building before more trouble came your way.

The pink-haired had won the fight and sported a proud smirk she was shamelessly flashing your way, bloodied lips and teeth aimed at your face twisting with concern.

"C'mon! I kicked all that ass and I don't even get a word from you the whole way here?", Vi teased with a light chuckle and a nudge of a bruised elbow against your sore side, hoping to lighten the mood.

You sighed and pushed her elbow away, patting the sore spot on your ribs with a little hiss. "I'm amazed at how little self-control you got. You couldn't go an hour without trying to beat the shit out of someone? Forty minutes? Shit...fifteen minutes, even?", your tone wasn't nice but it had no malice either -- you were just tired and sore and you didn't enjoy seeing her hurt even though you knew she had been through much worse.

Vi pursed her lips, tilted her head in thought and glanced at your illuminated form standing above her as she nursed a bruised jaw. "That was at least, uhm...eight minutes without a fight.", her tongue clicked and she chuckled again and this time managed to pull a slight smile from you.

"A new record…", you laughed and dropped down to sit at her side, both backs against a wall full of abstract grafitti. "Let's aim for double digits next time, yeah?", you grinned and slapped her thigh.

You couldn't see her that well but there was enough light for you to notice Vi glancing down at where you had let your hand rest -- over her thigh.

You noticed the way she bit on her bottom lip and seemed to swallow the air stuck in her throat, her bright blue eyes studying the length of your fingers and arm, distracted by your chest heaving from the slowly dwindling adrenaline, to your jaw and parted lips. She let her eyes linger for a few moments before moving closer with a smirk that made your insides do flips. But this one wasn't like before… It wasn't playful… It felt raw and...dirty…

Aerophobia

Summary: Natasha finds out you have a fear of flying and comes up with a way to get your mind off of it.

Pairing: Natasha x Reader

Warnings: 18+ only, smut, vaginal fingering, mommy kink, airplane sex, public sex, praise kink, implied strap-on, implied bathroom sex

Words: 1,516

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F-R-I-E-N-D-S

Summary: When you think you have something with Natasha, she makes it clear it’s not what you think. You prove her right.

Pairing: Natasha x Reader; Wanda x Reader

Warnings: 18+ only, smut, vaginal fingering, strap-on sex, oral, choking, verbal degradation, mommy kink, praise kink, rough sex, voyeurism

Words: 2,148

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red lace and ruffles

natasha brings you lingerie shopping and while in the changing room, it soon becomes more than lingerie

older!natasha romanoff x young!reader

warnings: major age gap, reader is of age, public sex in a public changing room, fingering, lingerie kink?

not proofread, but this one-shot is also part of the kotenok universe, you don’t have to read that series since it doesn’t really matter but this is a one shot

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

A/N: hello! here’s some content for the whores! happy reading <3

(18+ Only) Warnings: daddy kink, dom/sub dynamic, degradation, praise kink, spanking, fingering (wanda receiving), edging, oral-sex on strap on (r receiving), face-fucking, strap-on use, choking, breeding kink, cum-filled strap on

anon requested: can i please request a wanda x fem!reader smut one shot? dom!reader and sub!wanda. the avengers (specifically nat) tease reader about being a bottom (they don’t know that reader is an absolute top) and wanda’s soaking it all in until reader snaps and (not very subtly) takes wanda back to her room to absolutely rail her with her strap? love your work btw <3

Summary: Y/N reminds Wanda who really has control in the bedroom.

Word Count: 2K

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