The Boston Brute Series: Kind Of Drabble

I am obsessed with reading Mafia Steve stories!! Love this one

Part 1: Hidden Gems

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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 series!!!! 18+ only ☺️

SNEAK PEEK - I've Had Better (Chapter 6)

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I’d imagine this is what the dress looks like! And Cait!! 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 love it

the boston brute series: pt. 10 (the haunted hollywood gala)

The Boston Brute Series: Pt. 10 - The Haunted Hollywood Gala

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

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

Warnings:  Crude language. Chris is an asshole. A toxic ex-boyfriend is involved in this part. Reader being insecure about looks. SMUT (voyeurism, fingering, unprotected, kind of rough sex (wrap it before you tap it, babes), lots of dirty talk. 18+, please. Minors will be blocked.) This part actually has a lot of fluff, too! Please do not read this series if you are not a fan of asshole Chris or fics with a lot of angst. As always, let me know if I missed anything!

W/C: 12.8k (LIKE DID I READ THAT CORRECTLY JESUS CHRIST)

A/N: GAH. THIS PART. So ready to see what you guys think of it!!! 

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All players and scenarios are made up completely. This story does not reflect things that actually happen in the NHL or with its players. Additionally, I talk about Chris’s family in this fic. Again, work of fiction and is no reflection of his parents or grandparents in real life.

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“He asked you to do what?!” Chris asked in a hushed but harsh tone. 

You glanced around the hallway to make sure no one was around while you fumbled with the hotel lock. “Shh. Wait until we get inside.” 

“Y/N. What does getting inside have to do with anything? Me going into your room is more incriminating than asking you a question in the hallway.” Chris deadpanned, looking down at you before his expression softened at your flustered demeanor. “Princess.” He wrapped his hands around yours, holding them for a second before sliding the keycard from your grip and swiping it into the reader. The light flashed green and Chris pushed the handle down to open the door, ushering you inside. 

You turned to look at him. “Don’t be mad, please.” 

After you finally got to the hotel, you cornered Chris and pulled him to your room to talk to him about the gala and auction that Pearson had approached you about. You didn’t think he would be mad, but you could also understand if he was. 

His girlfriend was going to be in a dress and paraded around on a stage and someone else was going to pay money to take her out. Of course, he would be upset. 

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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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I can imagine Chris doing this wink cheeky grin then skating away!

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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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.

Cait, you are an amazing person and I’m sorry that certain people only wanna bring out the worst in this situation. Sending you hugs, and I hope baby lullaby feels better soon.

OKAY.

LISTEN UP PEOPLE. It’s 8am and i already wanna delete my account.

I absolutely, under NO circumstance, need ANYONE to bully or berate anyone on my behalf. If you’re sending anyone hate thinking you’re helping me in any way, you are DEAD ASS WRONG. Don’t come on here and bully someone and call someone nasty names. It’s immature. It’s horrible.

I am fully capable of handling situations with other accounts like the adults that we all are and would appreciate it if you guys would let me.

I have a very sick one year who needs my attention and i do not have time nor the headspace to be dealing with this shit at all. Especially right when i wake up.

I’m not tagging the account because i don’t wanna bring anymore attention to the issue before i have time to actually sit down and assess/respond to everything, but just stop reaching out to them. Leave the situation alone.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna deal with my actual kid instead of the children blowing up my asks.

OMG! Cait I don’t think we can all wait you need to release the next chapters!

Can we get like... one line of smut sneak peek? Pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

OOOF JUST ONE LINE

HOW ABOUT 2?

SMUT(ish) UNDER THE CUT

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.

Cait you did it again! Another masterpiece! *chefs kiss* you now deserve a break until the next idea comes to you.

out of left field series: epilogue - pt. 2

Out Of Left Field Series: Epilogue - Pt. 2

Pairing: MLB!Chris Evans x Best Friend!Reader (female character)

Summary: After 29 years of friendship with Chris, there’s nothing you wouldn’t do for him. When he finds himself amid a PR nightmare at the same time your ex-boyfriend starts lurking around every corner, you enter into a mutually beneficial, strictly PR relationship to save his career and keep your ex away. 

Warnings: Pregnancy, lots of fucking fluff. underage and of age alcohol consumption. throwing up. 

W/C: 1.9k

A/N: I was pronouncing Samara’s nickname as “Saw-mee” not, Sammy. But do whatever you want hahaha

SURPRISE! The second epilogue! I know i said it would wait until Friday, but i need you guys to cry with me

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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All players and scenarios are made up completely. This story does not reflect things that happen in the MLB, with its players, or with Chris in real life. Additionally, the reader’s family gets introduced in this series and are all OCs made by me. If you don’t like that, please don’t read this series.

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“Are you sure I look okay?”

You blinked rapidly, willing away the tears that clouded your vision as you stared at your best friend’s beautiful daughter, “You look amazing, Sami,” you cleared your throat and looked away, dabbing your tissue under your eye. 

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Can’t wait for all the sexual tension!

out of left field series: pt. 2 - i can’t do this without you

Out Of Left Field Series: Part 2 - I Can’t Do This Without You

Pairing: MLB!Chris Evans x Best Friend!Reader (female character)

Summary: After 29 years of friendship with Chris, there’s nothing you wouldn’t do for him. When he finds himself amid a PR nightmare at the same time your ex-boyfriend starts lurking around every corner, you enter into a mutually beneficial, strictly PR relationship to save his career and keep your ex away. But the lines begin to blur and lies get told, both you and Chris realizing you might’ve bitten off more than you can chew. Will you make it out unscathed or will you and Chris be just another PR relationship that ends in heartbreak and humiliation?

A/N: YAY!!! LOVE THIS PART. And again, ya’ll can thank @tis-thedamn-season for letting me bombard her with messages a million times a day when I need to sort things out hahahaha

Warnings: Drugs, language, allusions to smut, reader has an abusive/controlling ex, reader and chris are both 29 years of age (this is what you guys voted on!)

W/C: 6.4k

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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 MLB or with its players or with Chris in real life. Additionally, the reader’s family gets introduced in this series and are all OC’s made by me. If you don’t like that, please don’t read this series.

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“Ha!” The sudden outburst caught you by surprise, but the almost hysterical laughter that followed didn’t. 

You. Chris’s PR girlfriend? Yeah, right. Funny. 

Cami pinned you with a look that clearly said: “This isn’t a joke.” 

“Cami.” You reasoned, shaking your head. “No. It’s not- No.”

She sat back in her chair, shrugging her shoulders and resting her hands on her lap. “You did say it was a good idea. Someone local, a name the higher-ups know…”

Her statement ended like this was a no-brainer, but it was… whatever the hell was the opposite of a no-brainer is! Of course, you meant what you said, but you meant someone else. Someone… Realistic. 

Heat warmed your cheeks when you peeked at Chris and saw the astonished look on his face. 

Great. He’s fucking mortified by even the idea of being seen with me as anything more than a friend. 

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