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Sending hugs and love to all of you guys! Thanks for keeping me entertained with all the fanfics!
You know, if you’re thinking about sending someone a nice message and you’re unsure because you’re shy or whatever, just do it anyway. This world lacks so much kindness, and I see people all the time talking about why receiving a sweet message was the highlight of their day. If you have the ability to literally make someone’s day by taking a moment to say a few nice words like, just do it.
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the boston brute - pt. 2 (sweden sounds nice)
The Boston Brute - Pt. 2 (Sweden Sounds Nice)
Pairing: NHL!Chris Evans x Athletic Trainer!Reader (female character)
Summary: When you graduated from Northeastern University, you had your sights set on the West Coast. And then you were offered a position with the Boston Bruins Athletic Training Department. And then you met Chris. A 6′3″, ruggedly handsome hockey player dead set on making your life a living hell by pushing every button and getting on every nerve. Despite your obvious distain for each other and the ‘No Fraternization’ clause in your employee contract, you’re drawn together in a passionate, fiery love affair that seems to burn everything in its wake.
Warnings: Chris is an asshollleeee, language, sexual innuendos, parental death mentioned, legal alcohol consumption (reader is in late 20s), reader talking down about herself a little.
A/N: I need Connor in my life honestly.
W/C: 8k
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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“He’s not that bad…”
You rolled your eyes at Connor, moving the mouse so the computer came to life. It was almost 8am, Connor’s appointment with you was at 8:30, but he always brought you coffee and joined you at open so he could talk your ear off about whatever or whoever he did this weekend. Today, it was different. You were beyond exhausted after being kept awake all weekend by Marlowe and Payton’s relentless porno making and were not looking forward to the fact that you had to deal with Chris later today, too, so instead of focusing on Connor, you vented.
About everything. Not that he seemed to care.
But first, it started with Marlowe and Payton and your annoyance with their constant need to be wrapped up in each other, Connor’s rebuttal being that you were sad and single. Maybe he wasn’t wrong… but that didn’t save him from the shoulder punch you threw his way.
Then, you went off on a tangent about Chris. His attitude, his stupid fucking scowl and constant need to argue and undermine everything that came out of your mouth.
Connor’s ‘not that bad’ was in reference to your comment comparing him to Satan. You begged to differ.
“He is that bad, Connor.” You scoffed, shaking your head while you sipped from the large latte he provided this morning, “He’s probably not all sexist and grumpy when he’s around you.”
Connor’s eyebrows jumped up in surprise. “Sexist?”
“Why else would he want someone else? He thinks I’m incapable of helping him because I’m a woman.”
His eyes narrowed, “Did he say that?”
You huffed in response, turning your attention back to the computer so you could print out the client sheet for today.
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I am so freaking excited for this, not just cause it’s written by Cait, but it has my two loves Hockey and Chris Evans!!
If only it was the Blues instead
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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.
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Part 1 - Mr. Evans (1/17/2021)
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! -
I am obsessed with reading Mafia Steve stories!! Love this one
Part 1: Hidden Gems
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Words: 3.1k
Pairing: Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster daughter reader
Warnings: References to mafia families. References to arranged marriage. Coercion. This is a dark fic. Please read responsibly.
Disclaimer: The author of this work claims no ownership of characters aside from the reader, and original secondary characters mentioned. This work is not intended for those under the age of 18 due to explicit sexual content and darker themes. By reading this work or any works on my blog (jtargaryen18), you agree that you are at least 18 years of age. I do not consent to have my work hosted on any third party app or site. If you are seeing this fanfiction anywhere but archiveofourown and tumblr, it has been reposted without my permission.
Summary: For @alexakeyloveloki. Your father is the head of one of the most powerful crime families in Boston but he’s protected you from that life. In your quiet home outside the city, you’ve been cared for and protected. When the desires of a more powerful man with the will to dominate bursts into your life, all your illusions are shattered as he comes to claim what is his.
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SR: Dinner tonight at my place. 9 PM. Dyson will bring you to me.
Your heart slammed in your chest on seeing that text message. Your time was up. Your mind scrambled to think of what you could do to get out of this. How could you escape him?
SR: Don’t make me come looking for you.
The warning was clear, and you knew you weren’t brave enough to run.
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I love this!!!!!
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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THUSÍA
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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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arranged: part 10 (you make it easy)
arranged - pt. 10 (you make it easy)
mafia!Chris Evans x Female Reader
Series Summary: Living in this life, you’ve never gotten to have much say in anything. What you wear, who you hang out with, and now, who you marry and you’re dreading your arranged marriage to the Italian mob boss, Chris Evans. Expecting to suffer through a life of abuse while being kept under lock and key, you’re pleasantly surprised when Chris is nothing like you expected. He’s the most feared man on the East Coast, only brought to his knees by one thing and one thing only. You.
Warnings: language, alcohol, arranged marriage (chris’s family signs contract with readers family that promises their first born daughter to their first born son), parental abuse mentioned, age gap. Reader is 25, Chris is 35. lots of fluff, SMUT (18+ only, minors, DNI)
W/C: 8k
A/N: This is the last part to this awesome series, you guys! I cannot thank you enough for all of the love and support for this series. Like you guys absolutely blew my mind. I love you all!
ps - anon asks are turned back on
Italian and Italian translation in italics. Disclaimer - I am not Italian and do not speak Italian, if there is something wrong or something not phrased correctly, PLEASE CORRECT ME! Huge shoutout to @chaelle for helping me with the italian translations :)
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Before you knew it, you and Chris were quickly approaching your first anniversary as husband and wife. It was kind of strange to think about everything that had happened in the past year and how different things were when you first got married.
You didn’t even know that Chris was capable of loving you the way that he did. Your heart swelled when you thought back to your conversation the week of your house party when Chris confessed that because of you, he knew a life of love and laughter. He didn’t know it, but you weren’t sure if he would ever say anything about your love life that would top that.
Often when you were young, you fantasized about what your life would be like when you were a ‘grown up’ and you wondered if you would find love or be trapped in a loveless, abusive marriage like your mamma. You were so overwhelmingly happy knowing that you got out. You broke the cycle. You would never spend another day afraid of someone who was supposed to love you and take care of you. In the beginning, you didn’t 100% believe Chris when he said that he would never hurt you, but now, you did.
You laid on the couch, your back pressed against Chris’s chest while Dodger laid on your feet, New Girl playing on the TV. Popping another gummy bear into your mouth, you lifted your chin to look at him the best you could, “You know… I wish we could get married now.”
You didn’t have the best view of him with how you were laying, but you could see enough to watch his brows push together in confusion, “We are married, what are you talking about?”
“You know,” you paused to pop another gummy bear into your mouth, “now that we like each other.”
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I can’t wait to see a if you do a little Drabble of Chris trying to work out and Dodger messes him up!
arranged: pt. 9 (a fresh start)
arranged - pt. 9 (a fresh start)
mafia!Chris Evans x Female Reader
Series Summary: Living in this life, you’ve never gotten to have much say in anything. What you wear, who you hang out with, and now, who you marry and you’re dreading your arranged marriage to the Italian mob boss, Chris Evans. Expecting to suffer through a life of abuse while being kept under lock and key, you’re pleasantly surprised when Chris is nothing like you expected. He’s the most feared man on the East Coast, only brought to his knees by one thing and one thing only. You.
Warnings: language, alcohol, arranged marriage (chris’s family signs contract with readers family that promises their first born daughter to their first born son), parental abuse mentioned, age gap. Reader is 25, Chris is 35. Guns, violence, blood, angst, fluff, alcohol
W/C: 6k
Italian and Italian translation in italics. Disclaimer - I am not Italian and do not speak Italian, if there is something wrong or something not phrased correctly, PLEASE CORRECT ME! Huge shoutout to @chaelle for helping me with the italian translations :)
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“Please?” you begged, your lower lip pushed out in a pout, “I need this. We need this.”
Chris cocked an eyebrow, taking a deep breath as he rested his hip against the kitchen counter. He narrowed his eyes for a second, shaking his head, “A party?”
You closed the distance between the two of you quickly, resting your hands on his crossed forearms, “Nothing crazy! Just– you know… the families… some friends. I mean, you know…”
“Everyone?” He chuckled, finishing your sentence.
It’d been almost two weeks since the FBI raided your home, leaving everything a complete disaster. Chris was adamant you stayed in the hotel until everything was finished, insisting that you’d been through enough and didn’t need to see the house in the state that it was in. The Four Seasons was nice, but it wasn’t home and you were beyond ready to return to a somewhat normal schedule. Today was your first day back and instead of settling and relaxing, your mind immediately went into ‘party’ mode. After the craziness of the past month or so, you needed it. The families needed it. Your fathers betrayal was driving a wedge between everyone and this could be a good way for everyone to remember that we’re all in this together.
Gina and a couple of her friends worked day in and day out the entire time you were gone to get everything back in order, restocking the fridge, the pantry, and all of your baking essentials. Every book was placed back onto its rightful shelf, your old furniture was hauled out and replaced by a brand new version of itself, everything was organized and perfect. She deserved another raise.
Seb, Russo, and Romano coordinated a sweep for bugs, finding one in the kitchen and one in Chris’s study, both were promptly removed and destroyed, but it was evident that Chris was on the FBI’s radar and that wasn’t changing any time soon. Tony was still on the outs and he wasn’t happy about it. He’d been by the house several times to try and talk to Chris, but he didn’t trust him. Chief Anders swore up and down he wasn’t tapped, but still, Chris told you of his reservations and told you not to let him in the house if he wasn’t home.
Things were… complicated right now. But in a way, it felt like a fresh start. Your father being dead was a fresh start. For everyone involved in his web of lies and bullshit. A party was a great way to bring everyone together again.
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CAIT!!!!! Sex twice in a chapter!!
arranged: pt. 8 (detained)
arranged - pt. 8 (detained)
mafia!Chris Evans x Female Reader
Series Summary: Living in this life, you’ve never gotten to have much say in anything. What you wear, who you hang out with, and now, who you marry and you’re dreading your arranged marriage to the Italian mob boss, Chris Evans. Expecting to suffer through a life of abuse while being kept under lock and key, you’re pleasantly surprised when Chris is nothing like you expected. He’s the most feared man on the East Coast, only brought to his knees by one thing and one thing only. You.
Warnings: language, alcohol, arranged marriage (chris’s family signs contract with readers family that promises their first born daughter to their first born son), parental abuse mentioned, age gap. Reader is 25, Chris is 35. Guns, violence, blood. Lots of smut (18+ only, minors DNI) and angst.
A/N: the amount of feedback i’ve been getting on this series is blowing my mind. I love ya’ll, SO MUCH! Special shoutout to @blizzspeaks and @tis-thedamn-season again! This story wouldn’t be the same without your help.
W/C: 10.4k
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Fucking cliches.
There you were, standing in the rain, black umbrella shielding you as it poured down around you. Your heels were starting to sink into the loose, muddy dirt as you watched your fathers casket being lowered 6 feet into the ground. Of course it was raining at this fucker’s funeral.
Maybe it was metaphorical. The sky was shedding all of the tears that you couldn’t. The sky cried for the man you couldn’t give two fucks about. A man most people couldn’t give two fucks about. You rolled your eyes at your aunt who wailed as his casket was lowered, trying to remember the last time they even saw each other before his death. It’d been at least 7 years.
If memory serves correctly, the last words they’d spoken were: “Ah, fuck you, bitch.” and, “You’re a piece of shit, Y/F/N.” Then radio silence. For years.
Her 6th husband had his arms secured around her waist, holding her up as she feigned grief, making you roll your eyes again.
Your mother told you at your grandmother’s funeral years ago that rain was ‘the heaven’s way of cleansing and washing away all sins of the deceased’. You hoped she was wrong because this fucker deserved the spot he had reserved for him in Hell. Right next to Satan himself.
Shifting on your feet, you pulled the heels out of the mud and let out a sigh of disappointment, “Fucking mud is ruining my shoes,” you whispered, Chris’s arm secured around your waist, keeping you close.
He smirked, “I’ll buy you a new pair.”
Your eyes rolled again, “Ruining a perfectly good pair of shoes for no fucking reason.”
His smirk stayed plastered on his face as he leaned down, his lips brushing against your temple, “I think you’re supposed to be sad, Y/N.”
“I am,” you deadpan, “About my shoes.”
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@blizzspeaks Chris and the grapefruit!
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
CHOOSE YOUR MEN’S SLIPPER OF CHOICE
Now imagine Dodger’s face on the socks 🤣
WOW!
arranged: pt. 7 - free
arranged - pt. 7 (free)
mafia!Chris Evans x Female Reader
Series Summary: Living in this life, you’ve never gotten to have much say in anything. What you wear, who you hang out with, and now, who you marry and you’re dreading your arranged marriage to the Italian mob boss, Chris Evans. Expecting to suffer through a life of abuse while being kept under lock and key, you’re pleasantly surprised when Chris is nothing like you expected. He’s the most feared man on the East Coast, only brought to his knees by one thing and one thing only. You.
Warnings: language, alcohol, arranged marriage (chris’s family signs contract with readers family that promises their first born daughter to their first born son), parental abuse mentioned, age gap. Reader is 25, Chris is 35. (18+ only, please) parental death, guns, violence, LOTS OF ANGST. blood, reader going into shock. Chris doin’ some killing.
A/N: This series is like ripping my heart into shreds
W/C: 7.1k
ALSO, major S/O again to @tis-thedamn-season and @blizzspeaks like i seriously don’t know what I would do without you guys
Italian and Italian translation in italics. DISCLAIMER: I do not speak italian nor am i italian. If there is something incorrect, please tell me so I can make the proper corrections!!! Thank you to @chaelle for helping me with the translations :)
*CHRIS POV*
It was early. Entirely too early for his phone to be ringing, but still, it did. Chris took a deep breath, careful not to wake you and rolled over to grab his phone from it’s charger, “Yeah?”
Seb’s voice came through the other end, “Hey, so, I’ve been keeping tabs on Y/N’s mother like you asked and… I think something’s happening.”
Chris glanced over at you, before climbing out of bed and walking gingerly to the bathroom, closing the door quietly, “What’s going on?”
“I’m not… really that sure. But he’s been acting weird. Real flighty, jumpy.”
His hand scrubbed down his face, trying to will himself awake, “Alright,” he sighed, “can you tail?”
“I can if you need me to, I’ve got that… thing with Russo today.”
Chris had ordered everyone to be as vague as possible over the phones. Mafia business was tough and he couldn’t risk being tapped or exposed over a burner cell. Local cops weren’t an issue, but the FBI wasn’t as easy to bribe. Neither was ATF.
“Right. Uh– I’ll call Romano. Take care of everything with Russo, I’ll talk to you later,” Chris hung up before Seb got the chance to respond, immediately dialing Romano and putting him on the tail of your father.
This man was not to be trusted. At all. He’s always been sleazy and conniving, but he almost never let it show. If he was visibly jumpy to Seb, something was off.
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This man can throw me over his shoulder anytime!! Another great chapter Cait
arranged: pt. 6 (blindsided)
arranged - pt. 6 (blindsided)
mafia!Chris Evans x Female Reader
Series Summary: Living in this life, you’ve never gotten to have much say in anything. What you wear, who you hang out with, and now, who you marry and you’re dreading your arranged marriage to the Italian mob boss, Chris Evans. Expecting to suffer through a life of abuse while being kept under lock and key, you’re pleasantly surprised when Chris is nothing like you expected. He’s the most feared man on the East Coast, only brought to his knees by one thing and one thing only. You.
Warnings: language, alcohol, arranged marriage (chris’s family signs contract with readers family that promises their first born daughter to their first born son), parental abuse mentioned, age gap. Reader is 25, Chris is 35. Guns, violence, blood. this series has smut (18+ only).
A/N: love me some angst ;)
W/C: 8.3k
Italian and Italian translation in italics. DISCLAIMER - I am not Italian and do not speak Italian, if there is something wrong or something not phrased correctly, PLEASE CORRECT ME! Huge shoutout to @chaelle for helping me with the italian translations :)
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Lydia’s hands cupped your shoulders, pushing you back to do a once over, “Well, don’t you just look perky and freshly fucked!”
“Jesus, Lydia!” You pulled away from her, smacking her arm before taking a seat across from her.
She wasn’t exactly wrong.
It’d been a couple of weeks since the night you told Chris you loved him and you guys had just about christened every surface in the house. The bathroom vanity, both dining room tables, the kitchen counter, the pool, his desk in the study…. A bookshelf… You couldn’t keep your hands off of each other and neither of you were bothered by that. He’d fucked you over the hood of his car just 20 minutes ago before the two of you parted ways. The man was insatiable. Although it definitely wasn’t one sided. Being with Chris was like having all the comfort of coming home after a long day, mixed with the adrenaline rush of jumping out of a plane coasting at 20,000 feet in the air. You couldn’t get enough either.
Your eyes scanned the tables around you, hoping they were oblivious to the comment she’d just made, “Why are you like this?”
A grin spread across her face as she swept her long black hair over her shoulder, “You love me.”
“Yeah, yeah,” you rolled your eyes, smiling at your best friend. You studied her face for a second, her normally bright, vibrant, green eyes seemed tired, dull. If you didn’t know her so well, you wouldn’t have noticed the dark circles under eyes, strategically covered with concealer. You chewed on your lip for a second, your smile faltering, “Lyds… you doing okay?”
She waved you off, taking a sip of the mimosa in front of her, “I’m fine.”
“I’ve known you for like 22 years, what’s going on?”
Her hands rubbed against her thighs as she shrugged, “It’s just– everything with Seb. I don’t know. It sucks.”
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Cait…………..now we know why you had to take breaks from writing!!
arranged: pt. 5 (amore mio)
arranged - pt. 5 (amore mio)
mafia!Chris Evans x Female Reader
Series Summary: Living in this life, you’ve never gotten to have much say in anything. What you wear, who you hang out with, and now, who you marry and you’re dreading your arranged marriage to the Italian mob boss, Chris Evans. Expecting to suffer through a life of abuse while being kept under lock and key, you’re pleasantly surprised when Chris is nothing like you expected. He’s the most feared man on the East Coast, only brought to his knees by one thing and one thing only. You.
Warnings: language, alcohol, arranged marriage (chris’s family signs contract with readers family that promises their first born daughter to their first born son), parental abuse mentioned, age gap. Reader is 25, Chris is 35. Guns, violence, blood. SMUT. oral, fingering, unprotected sex (18+only)
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Sooo…” you leaned back against the counter, pausing for a second to roll your bottom lip between your teeth while you toweled off your wet hands, “Will you be home for dinner?” You watched Chris move through the kitchen quickly, paying attention to his phone.
“No,” he responded quickly, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, putting his phone to ear when it rang, “Yeah?”
You watched him for a second, setting the hand towel back on the counter while trying to brush off the disappointment panging in your chest. Almost every dinner for the past 3 weeks was spent much like the first few days of your marriage. Alone, leaving a plate for Chris in the fridge. Only now, the plates were there the next morning instead of eaten and cleaned. Chris’s presence around the house had been scarce while he and Romano tracked down whoever ordered the hit. You made the mistake of asking why they couldn’t get the cops involved, which Chris scowled, growling out, “No. Cops.” and then left. Again.
You understood why he was busy, after visiting Sebastian, you wanted whoever ordered the hit to pay, too. But you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss him. Things had gotten lonely around here, there were only so many ways you could distract yourself. Although, the many Amazon packages being delivered everyday proved that you were at least trying.
Turning around, you dipped your hands back into the soapy water, grabbing the sponge to finish off the dirty dishes from your 10th attempt at making the perfect batch of chocolate chip cookies. Chris stepped into the other room for his call, leaving you to it. Once again, you were trying to convince yourself that he was just busy and it had nothing to do with you. It was his job. His life. One of his men was attacked and it was up to him to make them pay. That was his life. You were just his wife. If there’s anything you learned about this life, it’s that you would take a back burner.
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You gasped softly when he placed a kiss to the mound of your pussy, shivering when you felt his warm breath against your sensitive skin.
“Mia figa,” (my pussy) he mumbled, his large hands gripping the insides of your thighs.
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arranged: pt. 4 (come home to me)
arranged - pt. 4 (come home to me)
mafia!Chris Evans x Female Reader
Series Summary: Living in this life, you’ve never gotten to have much say in anything. What you wear, who you hang out with, and now, who you marry and you’re dreading your arranged marriage to the Italian mob boss, Chris Evans. Expecting to suffer through a life of abuse while being kept under lock and key, you’re pleasantly surprised when Chris is nothing like you expected. He’s the most feared man on the East Coast, only brought to his knees by one thing and one thing only. You.
Warnings: language, alcohol, arranged marriage (chris’s family signs contract with readers family that promises their first born daughter to their first born son), parental abuse mentioned, age gap. Reader is 25, Chris is 35. Guns, violence, reader stitches up Chris, blood. A teeny little bit of smut but nothing crazy. (18+only)
A/N: I love this part. so much. like so fucking much. another shout out to @delilahjamesevans and @blizzspeaks for helping me out!
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You studied Chris as he moved around the kitchen, the clanking of pots and pans combined with the string of obscenities he was mumbling over his breath made you chuckle. He turned, throwing you a playful scowl. Keeping an eye on him over the brim of your coffee mug, you smirked, “Need help?” you teased before blowing the hot beverage lightly.
“I survived for 35 years without a wife, I am perfectly capable of cooking breakfast,” he growled.
You hid another snicker by sipping your coffee, knowing damn well Chris had a cook up until you moved in. Once you found out that Chris had a cook, you’d asked kindly for them to be relieved so that you were able to take that over. It seemed so 1950s at the time, but you knew that as the wife of a don, you couldn’t work, so you needed something that gave you some kind of purpose during the days. This week, you’d started diving into baked goods, trying your hand at an assortment of cupcakes, muffins, beignets, cookies, etc. You were pleasantly surprised when you came home from lunch with your mom to find a stack of cookbooks on the kitchen island for you. Chris teased you yesterday about needing to find a new hobby, one that wouldn’t ruin his 6 pack, to which you asked for his black card, as a joke, and he was all too quick to hand it over. He was totally fine with shopping being your new hobby.
“Let me help you, marito.” (husband)
A smile tugged at his lips when you cooed the Italian term of endearment as he impatiently waited for the gas range to flicker to life, “I got it, I got it. Sedersi e rilassarsi.” (sit and relax)
Sedersi e rilassarsi. Sedersi e rilassarsi. You repeated it a couple of times in your brain before shaking your head in defeat, “Tradurre.” (translate) You and Chris had been working on your Italian over the past couple of days, one of the only words you had to use regularly was ‘translate’.
“Sit and relax, cara, I’m handling it.”
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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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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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arranged: pt. 3 (ferris wheels and cotton candy)
arranged - pt. 3 (ferris wheels and cotton candy)
mafia!Chris Evans x Female Reader
Series Summary: Living in this life, you’ve never gotten to have much say in anything. What you wear, who you hang out with, and now, who you marry and you’re dreading your arranged marriage to the Italian mob boss, Chris Evans. Expecting to suffer through a life of abuse while being kept under lock and key, you’re pleasantly surprised when Chris is nothing like you expected. He’s the most feared man on the East Coast, only brought to his knees by one thing and one thing only. You.
Warnings: language, alcohol, arranged marriage (chris’s family signs contract with readers family that promises their first born daughter to their first born son), parental abuse mentioned, age gap. Reader is 25, Chris is 35. (18+ only, please), some violence, nothing crazy though.
A/N: I absolutely adore this part
W/C: 5k
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Before you knew it, it was Saturday. One week. You’d been married to Chris for a week. Everyday, you got to know him better and better. You shared many laughs and late nights, talked about your favorite books, movies, favorite genre of music. The two of you were nowhere near the life of love and happiness that your mother predicted, but you were friends.
Ever since that day with the alarm and the guns and the conversation you had with Chris about your mothers expectations of you, you stopped getting up so early. Chris insisted that you stop setting an alarm and just wake up whenever you wanted, but getting up and at least starting breakfast for him gave your days a little bit of purpose.
Today, you had a plan. You were starting to get a tad stir crazy and thanks to the phone Chris had set up for you and your new best friend, Google, you’d found out about a carnival happening in town and were planning to ask Chris on a date. He made it very clear that he was in absolutely no rush to get anywhere romantically with you and normally, you’d be a little insulted by that, but you knew it was just him being respectful and a gentleman. You also knew that you were the only one who saw that side of him and that made you giddy inside.
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arranged: pt. 2 (mi assecondi)
arranged - pt. 2 (mi assecondi)
mafia!Chris Evans x Female Reader
Series Summary: Living in this life, you’ve never gotten to have much say in anything. What you wear, who you hang out with, and now, who you marry and you’re dreading your arranged marriage to the Italian mob boss, Chris Evans. Expecting to suffer through a life of abuse while being kept under lock and key, you’re pleasantly surprised when Chris is nothing like you expected. He’s the most feared man on the East Coast, only brought to his knees by one thing and one thing only. You.
Warnings: language, alcohol, arranged marriage (chris’s family signs contract with readers family that promises their first born daughter to their first born son), parental abuse mentioned, age gap. Reader is 25, Chris is 35. Mention of running away. (18+ only, please)
A/N: GAH THIS PART. Also HUGE S/O to @delilahjamesevans and @blizzspeaks for letting me bounce all of my crazy ideas off of them. You guys are amazing!
W/C: 8.1k
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The next few days flew by but also drug on. You woke up around 5:30 every morning, enjoying a cup of coffee in the kitchen before getting yourself ready for the day and then making breakfast for you and Chris. Neither of you really said more than 4 or 5 words to each other throughout the day. He would mumble something to you about needing to work and then he would disappear for hours. You hadn’t enjoyed dinner together yet. But still, you made something nice, waited at the table for an hour before eventually wrapping his plate in foil and placing it in the fridge. You’d leave a note on the door of the fridge that dinner was in there and the next morning, the note and the plate would be gone. So, he was obviously getting the message.
You kept to yourself, excusing yourself back to your room after breakfast or sitting in the living room and diving into one of the many books Chris had. He was gone all day, so it wasn’t really like you needed to entertain him or act busy. Before your wedding, your father took your cell phone, stating that you didn’t need that one anymore and that if Chris wanted to supply you with one, he would. He didn’t. It’s been 3 days now since the wedding. 3 days since you’ve talked to anyone besides yourself or Chris. You searched high and low for a landline the day before and came up empty handed and you weren’t entirely sure how to breach the subject with Chris.
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arranged: pt. 1 (the wedding)
arranged - pt. 1 (the wedding)
mafia!Chris Evans x Female Reader
Series Summary: Living in this life, you’ve never gotten to have much say in anything. What you wear, who you hang out with, and now, who you marry and you’re dreading your arranged marriage to the Italian mob boss, Chris Evans. Expecting to suffer through a life of abuse while being kept under lock and key, you’re pleasantly surprised when Chris is nothing like you expected. He’s the most feared man on the East Coast, only brought to his knees by one thing and one thing only. You.
Warnings: language, alcohol, arranged marriage (chris’s family signs contract with readers family that promises their first born daughter to their first born son), parental abuse mentioned, age gap. Reader is 25, Chris is 35. Mention of running away. this series will have smut (18+ only, please)
A/N: I’m honestly in love with this series. I hope you guys enjoy!
W/C: 5.9k
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You sighed, laying your head on your best friend Lydia’s shoulder, both of you stretched out on her king sized bed. It was happening. The moment you’ve been dreading since high school. Tomorrow was your wedding day.
You knew this was inevitable. You’ve known this was coming for at least 10 years, but it didn’t make it any easier. Part of you always thought that maybe your mother would step in and reason with your father, put a stop to the wedding, but any time the conversation was breached, it ended with a new bruise somewhere on her body.
The contract that sat in the safe in your father’s office taunted you, day in and day out. No matter what you did, the fact of the matter was… you were already sold to the highest bidder.
“You’re gonna be a married woman. It’s crazy,” she finally spoke up, looking over at you. You’ve known Lydia since you were both in diapers, her father working in close contact with yours. Although you didn’t need that connection, you and Lydia were practically soulmates. Something tells you that you would’ve found your way to each other one way or another. Mafia ties or not.
There were 3 families in Boston that ruled the Italian mafia. Your family, the Ricci family, and the Evans family.
Your father owned just about every deli in Boston and while he didn’t directly tell you what he did, you knew enough to know that every deli was a front for something. Arms trade, drugs, even exotic pets.
The Ricci’s owned a bunch of Italian restaurants in the Boston area, the banquet halls put on a permanent reservation for the families to conduct their business in while enjoying fine dining.
And finally, the Evans family. The top tier of the Italian Mafia. The most feared man on the East Coast. The man you were going to marry tomorrow. He owned just about every nightclub on the strip. You knew that after Chris’s father had passed a few years ago and that the family business was signed over to him and that was about it. You definitely wouldn’t use the word shy to describe Chris, but he wasn’t a man of many words. He was also 10 years older than you at 35, so it’s not like you’ve really ran in the same circle. He was a mystery to you.
You groaned, scrunching up your face, “Don’t remind me. It’s not fair. I don’t–” you paused, your emotions taking over, “– I don’t even know him. Like… at all. And tomorrow, I’m gonna be his wife and live in his home and expected to… procreate with him,” you shook your head at the thought, “I’m gonna have to have sex with this stranger at some point.”
She looked up to her ceiling, “Well, at least he’s not bad to look at.”
You let out an unamused laugh. She wasn’t wrong. Chris was very attractive but you knew absolutely nothing about him. You’ve only said maybe two words to him in the 25 years that you’ve been alive and yet you were expected to live with him, share your life with him, and have children with him. Tomorrow, you were going to be his wife. The wife of a don. You didn’t know much about the life, but you knew enough to know that Chris was a dangerous man and the thought that he could be anything like your father made you sick to your stomach. You lived a life of abuse and were so close to getting out, but if Chris was anything like your father, you were just trading one angry don for another.
“What if he hits me?” You whispered, a few tears escaping from your eyes, “I can’t– Lyd, I can’t,” your lips quivered at the thought. Lydia knew your dad put his hands on you and your mother. But it wasn’t like anyone could do anything about it. Half of the Boston PD was on his payroll and the other half was too scared to do anything, there was no way in hell he’d get prosecuted for anything.
Lydia turned to face you, “Then we’ll run. We’ll pack our shit and we’ll leave.”
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