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flordeamatista · 6 months

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THE MAGICIAN

pairing: mafia!lloyd hansen x reader x mafia!nick fowler

concept: Ecstasy and intense burn fuse together like mirrors falling from the sky.

word count: 2k

warnings: mirror sex + chase kink + double penetration (vaginal and anal), soft dubcon to be safe, mature themes,unprotected sex, nickname ──(Princess, Sunshine) (flashing gif ── glitching gif)

lovely beta: @writing-for-marvel & @lunarbuck

THE WITCHING HOUR ──── KINKTOBER'23

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A gentle breeze of cold, wet air won't make your fears disappear.

Rain continued to pour down, the icy drops searing your skin as you stepped into the abandoned carnival. Gunfire and lightning lit up the sky, a vivid warning that he lurked around every corner.

Your stomach twisted with terror as you pushed open the carnival gates. Your face was soaked in raindrops, and you felt fear rising from your bones. The cold air reminded you that you were alone and fighting for every moment.

With a charcoal sky in the background, the fairground rides spun and creaked, their colors competing with the smoke from gunshots echoing among them. The thrill rides became a roar of chaos as everyone screamed in response to each gunshot.

In the darkness above, fluffy clouds were tinted black, interrupted only by flickering flames that licked up like tongues of fire, illuminating the whole scene in an eerie carnival glow.

A thick, chaotic energy descended over the scene, overwhelming the sense of tension and stillness. It was clear that his anger had reached a boiling point.

It was all your fault.

His face was contorted in rage as he surveyed his domain, stomping around and smashing anything that dared cross his path.

During his shooting spree, your name was shouted.

Two paths lay before you - one led to safety through the House of Mirrors, and the other led to certain death.

The faint red light shining from ahead made your stomach churn with fear. Darkness filled the air with dread and suffering. While explosions echoed in the distance, you remained indecisive.

Tightly clenching your hands, you took a deep breath before reluctantly stepping forward.

Stepping through the entrance, you removed your jacket. Your senses were overwhelmed by his words running through your mind. Reflections gleamed off the walls as if you were trapped in a time warp. There was a shakiness in your breathing. A wall of mirrors reflected each other in an endless regression of images.

Suddenly, your nose was filled with the unmistakable aromas of a man before his rough hands snatched your waist and pulled you back towards his chest.

You fell to your knees. His rough hand covered your mouth while he pulled his gun from its holster at his waistband, keeping it cool against your neck. Moving your body left, you tried to squirm away from his gun. When his hands reached your shoulders, he squeezed them and pushed you back down.

“Shhh… Sunshine. What are you doing here?” The gun barrel pressed into your throat as he straddled you, crushing you beneath his full weight. Whistling escaped his lips, but when he took the gun away from your neck, only emptiness followed. His eyes were on your rear end as he groped away from your neck and down to give you a squeeze. “I'm here to help us." He pushed himself off you and offered you his hand, forcing you to look at him directly through his crystal blue eyes.

Your tears streamed down your face, and you squeezed your eyelids shut. It was exhausting running from him, maybe this was all you had left.

However, you would meet his enemy, and you didn’t not know whether that would be a victory or a defeat.

"Us?” you spat out. It was clear to you who was holding you down, and you also knew that he didn’t play by the rules.

“Yes, Sunshine, because you have things I want from you. And you need me desperately."

Through your lashes, you saw his eyes scan over your body as he wound his gun from your lips to your breasts.

The voice of this man is familiar to you, one who is labeled as a narcissistic sociopath and who is incapable of empathy for anyone except himself. Your plans were at the center of his fucked up plan for you.

Glistening demonic blue eyes just gave you a hint at what he wanted.

“Leave me alone, Lloyd! You're no better than him," you shouted.

The darkening of his eyes and the calloused grip of his hands told you just how angry he was. Then he ran his fingers delicately along your blouse’s lacing until they rested on your breasts.

Pulling you close, he tied your arms behind your body. He held you tight in place as you gasped in shock and stepped back. Lloyd pulled his gun from his back pocket as he leaned forward to kiss you. His grip was firm as his lips pressed against yours, and you could feel his tenacious body bear down on you, making you shiver. In fear, you struggled to loosen his grip, but he only tightened it more.

"That's fine," he growled with a mocking smirk. "We can do it that way too."

Your wrists were bound behind your back, the rope digging into your skin. Lloyd had spun you around and pushed you up against the cold mirror glass. You could feel every muscle in his body as he pressed against yours. He made every inch of himself felt, from his thick cock to the smirk on his lips. It was an out-of-body experience, being touched all over by someone else's hands while they did it for their own pleasure.

Taking out a handkerchief from his pocket, Lloyd moved it towards your face and filled your nostrils with a pungent smell. Once you were feeling lightheaded from the dizzying scent, he whispered, "I've got you, Sunshine," into your ear before sweeping you up and carrying you into the depths of the house of mirrors.

The air was filled with gloomy lust.

You sat on a chair in nothing but your underwear. The walls of the room were lined with mirrors containing an image of yourself so you could see every angle of how you ended up here.

The man behind it all was Mafia King, Lloyd Hansen; he seemed to have total control over any situation at all times, even when he was losing.

Lloyd placed his hand on your shoulder as he leaned down.

“I know what you want," you said in a soft voice, "but I'm not going to give it to you no matter how hard you try."

Slowly, his hand maneuvered down the front of your underwear to gently touch your clit.

"You like this, don't you? I heard you had him under your spell, so let me have a taste, Sunshine."

You refused to break, spitting on him as he smiled unbothered by your defiance.

"My cock will surely break you, Sunshine. But the worst punishment will be sharing you with him since you decided to cross into neutral territory," he said sinisterly.

On cue, Nick Fowler appeared in the frame of the mirror, clapping as if watching a play. "Ah," Lloyd murmured, "he's here."

“Hello, Princess. Looks like you got yourself into an even bigger mess with two mafia men.”

Taking Lloyd's knife from his back pocket and untying the rope, Nick walked alongside the chair and forced you to stand up. He grabbed your throat firmly and locked his piercing blue gaze on you.

Slowly, Lloyd's hands rubbed the inside of your thighs while pushing them further apart. He weighed your response as he smirked at you.

The only thing you could do was whine and try to keep your eyes open.

A buzz of anticipation filled your body.

"Shh, Princess," whispered Nick. "Take a look in the mirror. See what he is doing to you."

The smirk on Lloyd’s face appeared as he placed his two fingers on either side of your swelling lips. You don’t tell him to stop.

Sensual and delicate to the touch.

Nick's fingertips gently massaged each of your breasts, savouring the softness and firmness. When he heard you moaning, he gently squeezed your nipples until they hardened between his forefinger and thumb.

Slowly, Lloyd inserted a finger inside you, followed by another, causing your hips to rock forward.

For them, finding the information they needed took only seconds. You, on the other hand, enjoyed them taking their sweet time devouring every part of your body.

"Fuck, you're soaking wet, and we've only just begun." Fear gripped you as your head was clouded in fog. You could feel Lloyd's rough hands against your neck. You could feel your pussy becoming wet just by the simple touch.

Your nose was filled with the scent of sweat and whiskey. Lloyd smoothed his other hand over your spine as if it were a stream of water flowing down it.

“Remember, Princess, we are on neutral territory and that means you have to deal with both of us.” Nick’s voice was firm but distant as it echoed off the mirrors.

Nick’s warm breath tickled your neck as he slowly eased himself inside you, inch by inch. His moans of pleasure filled the room as you were engulfed by his hard, thick cock. Every time Nick thrust into you, he took you to new levels of pleasure.

You felt Lloyd's chest pressing against your back as Nick moved faster and faster, increasing in intensity until you finally screamed out in pleasure.

“Let me fuck this ass. Maybe she’ll tell us with two dicks in her holes." Lloyd began blowing air on your back while he moaned about what he wanted to do with you as Nick thrust in and out. "Let's get you warmed up"

That's how this is gonna feel, baby, so strong that it'll make you alive.

“Open her up for me, Nick”

Nick's hands glided down your body, cupping either side of your ass. His fingers pried apart your cheeks. Gentle but assertive pressure let you know he was readying you for Lloyd.

Lloyd's eyes smiled into yours as his tip tested the waters. You felt a slight burn as he inched inside your tightness. “Kitten, oh, Kitten,” he murmured, coaxing you along.

Nick pulled away slightly and demanded that you look at him. He captured your gaze with his own, and the intensity in the double mirror reflection was almost too much to take in.

The sensation of being filled by both men triggered moans and gasps to erupt from deep within you.

“Look at you taking us in,” Lloyd said reassuringly as his hand moved back and forth on your spine. He delivered a sharp slap to your ass, sending shivers racing through your body.

His lips left a trail of heat down your neck, teasingly stroking the sensitive area that instantly made your body hum. One hand rubbed circles around your clit while the other teased and tugged at it. You sank further into their embrace as both men pressed deeper into you, and the sensations swirled through your body. Their groans and cries pushed against your body's walls until finally, they reached an explosive release.

You clenched around the two dangerous men, and they spilled their cum in you as they fought over pleasure and pain.

Ecstasy and intense burn fuse together like mirrors falling from the sky.

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bigtreefest · 1 month

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Chapter 4: Under Pressure

From: You Catch More Bees With Honey Series

Pairing: Mob! Bucky x Farmer! Reader

Summary: Bucky’s been weird since that night at the bar, but will a taste of danger at the farm bring him back to his senses?

Word count: 5,468

Content/warnings: Avoidance/masking of feelings, consumption and mention of alcohol, mutual pining, omg Cole is such a jerk, use of pet names, use of y/n, a little angst especially at the end, mentions of bullying, vulnerability

Author’s Note: I really enjoyed writing this chapter. There was a lot I wanted to include, and so much that made it in here that I hadn’t even intended originally. Happy reading!!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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The rest of the weekend had been generally uneventful. You worked on the books and finances for the farm while Curtis did chores on Saturday and hung out with a book of your own on Sunday.

Bucky had become scarce. You had hardly seen him since Friday night besides mealtimes. Other than that, he was in his room, outside on the gravel talking to Steve over the phone, or shadowing Curtis to relearn how to do the tasks a sixth time.

You admired his work ethic and dedication to your agreement, but couldn’t help but feel that he was avoiding you. Was it something you said? Was he angry? To be honest, your memory seemed pretty clear. The last thing you remember was being grateful that he was there to help you get rid of Cole, and then waking up in bed to medicine and a glass of water on your nightstand. Not much could’ve happened in that small gap, right?

Wrong. Bucky had been consumed by the thought of you since that night. Every moment he went back to it, the nerves in his fingers burned all the way up to his shoulders with the thought of your touch. His gut felt tingly in a way he hadn’t experienced since he was a young boy daunted with the task of rising to power in his organization.

Was he nervous? No. Bucky Barnes doesn’t get nervous. He just gets pensive. When things seem like they’re getting out of his hands, he takes a step back to make a plan, then muscles his way through until he gets what he wants. He was used to using that same strategy to tamper down every emotion he felt except pride, and was well-practiced at that, so why did it all come crumbling from the simple act of you on his arm? Or was it the fact that he wished you taking his hat and putting it on your head could hold actual meaning? As soon as he identified his feelings, he called Steve.

“Whaddup, Buck? Not much has changed around here since last night, so I assume something has changed on your end?”

Bucky sighed. Why did he call in the first place? The last thing he wanted to do was acknowledge this… ~feeling~ by doing it the dignity of speaking it out loud. That made it real. “Um, no, not really. Just wanted to check in. I’ve got the day off.”

Steve paused on the other side of the line. “Okay….are you sure about that? Because you don’t seem very sure about that. Was everything okay at the bar? You didn’t get into a fight, did you?”

The corner of Bucky’s mouth turned up and he sighed in relief. “Oh, no, yeah, I’m sure. And I definitely did not get in a fight last night, some guy came up and was hitting on Y/N while I was out on the phone with you, so she wanted to head out right after.”

Bucky was satisfied with his well-formulated response until his best friend spoke up again. “Ah, so this is about your feelings for her, right? You were jealous?”

Bucky froze. “Pshhh….uh, no. Definitely not. She was very obviously not interested in him so we left.”

“That’s not what I asked.” Bucky could hear the deadpan in Steve’s voice. “I don’t care whether she was interested in him or not, I care about how her talking to some handsome stranger made you feel.”

Bucky pinched the bridge of his nose. “Steven, I’m going to be honest with you and I do not want you to say a word of this to anyone, or else.”

Steve poorly hid a smile in his voice. “Okay, Bucket. Floor is yours.”

“First of all, he was not that handsome. Based off her reaction, he was probably a scumbag in a Carhartt jacket that has never seen a day of actual work, but that’s besides the point….Yes…. Seeing her talking to that guy, and talking to her about her ex made me feel…things, but that wasn’t all of it….” The next words came out as a mumble. “She put my hat on her head and her head on my shoulder when I drove her home….andiwisheditwasreal.”

Steve was full-blown laughing now, so much was going on in that statement. Since when did Bucky care about work clothes and people’s worthiness of them? At least he was being honest. “Sorry Buck, missed that last part. Care to repeat?”

“Oh you know exactly what I said.” He spat back.

“Okay, okay. So what are you gonna do about it then? You’ve still got three more weeks out there. From what I can see, you’ve got a few opti-“

“Nothing.” Bucky cut him off. “I’m going to do nothing. I can’t play into her charm anymore. I’m just going to stay away and put my head down and-“

“Bucky stop. Slow down.” Steve cut him off in return to stop the spiral. “Your solution to everything can’t be to ice it out until freezes and shatters. Let’s look at this for a second. You care for her, so why can’t you stay friends? You obviously get along well, and I’m not just saying this from a personal standpoint, I’m saying this from a business standpoint. She very evidently knows how to deal with people and looking at the books, her finances are exceptional considering it’s a relatively small farm operation.”

“Okay, first off, of course I can ice her out. I need to show who’s in charge and this has worked with other associates before. And second off, what are you seeing in her finances?” Bucky huffed.

“Buck, she could buy your house. Somehow she’s invested so well that she doesn’t need our business deal, but she took it anyway. Makes me wonder why. Someone doing something like that doesn’t deserve ice, maybe you should try a little sweetness. I mean, I know you think everyone’s a sucker for that tough exterior of yours.” Steve’s tone dripped with sarcasm. “But you know what they say: you catch more bees with honey…. However, that sting on your face shows you can catch a bee just by standing there, so I’m not sure how fair that analogy is.” Steve let out a hearty chuckle at his own joke as a scowl crawled onto Bucky’s face.

“Ha ha ha, very funny, but we’re doing this my way. I’ll figure it out. I just have to last three more weeks.”

Steve sighed and replied with evident disappointment and a hint of frustration in his voice. “Okay, whatever you say, you’re the boss. I’ll call you later with a new update, Bucket.”

Bucky rolled his eyes in response. “Ugh, why do I still tell you everything when you use it against me like this?”

“That’s platonic love, my friend. Someone’s gotta hold you accountable and know you won’t punch them in the face for it.” And with that, Steve hung up and left Bucky looking up at the clear, blue sky.

Although Steve’s words and accusations stuck in his head, Bucky decided he wanted to muscle through this deal on his own. All he really needed to do was stay away from you and put in the work, and that would make it easier, right? He would simply do what he came here to do, nothing more, nothing less. If only Bucky could hear Steve’s grumble “why does he even tell me about this stuff if he won’t even take my advice?” that was said after every phone call.

You woke up to the first rooster crow on Monday morning. By the time you had gotten dressed and walked down the creaky stairs, you saw your breakfast plate made and sitting on the counter and a mug of coffee that had already cooled down to a more than drinkable temperature.

You peeked in the dishwasher to see a set of dishes had already been placed in there. Bucky must’ve already eaten and gone out for the day. He probably wanted to get a jump start on his work. At least he knew what he was doing.

The real reason he was up and going already that you hadn’t known? He couldn’t sleep. He tossed and turned all night thinking about what Steve had said and honestly, he couldn’t bring himself to look at you. Couldn’t bring himself to mess up more in your presence and be saved and comforted by your seemingly bottomless grace. The solution was to do the work in pensive silence, as far from you as possible, so he could mess up and fix it on his own without the thought of your kind, yet penetrating, gaze. He was getting too close for comfort. The only solution was to pull away.

This continued for the next three days. Wake up before you. Make breakfast. Get a jump start on chores. Mess up on chores (as you secretly watched from the tractor, or the hay loft). Fix the mistakes. Carry on with his head down. Come home. Make dinner. Trap himself in his room. Go to bed. Start again.

Some notable moments that you’d caught unbeknownst to him: Bucky’s galoshes getting stuck in the mud of the pig pen, followed by him having to step out of the still-stuck boots, continue to walk to pour the feed in the trough while losing both socks as well, then returning to dig out the boots. At least half a dozen goat head-butts while trying to grab the babies to take them to the separate feeding area. The mommas were not happy with Bucky’s insistence on taking their kids, and they showed him by knocking him repeatedly into the white-painted fences. Bucky responded with an oof and him rubbing the affected area, returning a glower to the seemingly now unbothered mothers. Bucky losing sheep, but not knowing how to command your dog to corral them, thus having to run and herd them himself, surprisingly more efficiently each time it happened, you might add.

You were proud of Bucky for his work ethic. If he had put half this effort into his business dealings, you could see how he rose to the top so quickly. He wasn’t the only one who did research on whom they were dealing with.

He was stubborn and wanted things right, but didn’t let a lack of perfection stop him from completing the tasks. However, at some point, it looked like he was beating himself up. Like he was self-punishing for something you couldn’t quite identify, so you called Curtis to help at the farm so you could figure it out. Come Thursday afternoon, you handed off your chores to him and went back to the house early in hopes of catching Bucky. You were half way through dinner when the front door opened, the mud-covered mob boss in well-fitting farm clothes crossing the threshold.

You looked him up and down, doing your best to hold in a laugh at the disheveled appearance. “Well howdy. It’s been awhile since I’ve seen you. Figured you’ve been working so hard, it’s my turn to help you out some.”

Bucky was taken aback by seeing you in the kitchen, not only had he purposely been avoiding you and planned to get in the house before you even considered dinner, but you just looked so relaxed. Something about that stoked an ember in him he’d tried hard to snuff out. You were wearing a t-shirt and your hair was pulled up off your shoulders, almost like any other day, but your features didn’t have their usual determined focus. They were at ease, which was in total juxtaposition with Bucky’s swirl of anxiousness rising in his gut.

Bucky looked at you with wide eyes and pointed over his shoulder with a thumb. “Um, I thought you were still out in the field. Saw the tractor turning the hay over.” He swallowed thickly.

You leaned to peek around him. “Ah, yes. That’s Curtis. Called him in today to help me finish up so you and I could talk about a few things. Go ahead and wash up. By the time you’re done, this should all be ready.”

All he could do was nod in response as he slowly made his way up the steps, mind racing with everything you could possibly say. Did you know how he felt? Did he do something wrong? Were you going to cut the deal? He could only hope the warm water would wash his worries away, along with the mud.

Bucky came back down to a homey aroma that wrapped him in comfort. That much was consistent every time he saw you. Your existence provided him a blanket of relief, despite the way he knew he should still be holding onto anticipation for what you might say. You were sitting at the head of the table flanked by Curtis, the both of you reading though some papers.

“Hey, Bucket, just in time.” Curtis greeted him, as Bucky took the seat across from him at the table, flanking your other side. You all started to dig into the food as you set the papers down on the table for Bucky to read them. It was a headline that read: TURNing the Tables: The Road to an Empire.

“What is this?” He looked up from his plate and directly into your eyes for the first time in days.

“Well, we haven’t gotten to talk about this yet, but remember that guy who we ran away from at the bar? This is him.” Bucky’s eyebrows pinched together, he knew the look of disdain on your face made sense, but still felt like he was missing something.

Curtis cleared his throat after taking a sip of tea and spoke up. “Forgot you didn’t grow up with us. Allow me to explain.” He looked to your eyes and you nodded in approval of his continuance. “In school, I was a few years older than Y/N here. Back then, there were a bunch of farmers around town, each with their own little niche, and a lotta nice farm kids who were in our classes. Except Cole. He grew up a little awkward kid, but once he hit puberty, he became the cockiest thing in town. Didn’t even care to know those other kids anymore, just bullied them. It didn’t help that it was around the same time his parents started buying out all the other small farms here, turning their small dairy operation into a much larger-scale distributor. Little too big for their britches, if you ask me.” Curtis mumbled that last part as he rolled his eyes and shoveled another fork full of food into his mouth.

Bucky nodded in acknowledgement, but still harbored some confusion in how this all tied together. “So why was it crazy to run into him at the bar if he’s from around here? And what’s the deal with him making you so uncomfortable. Like, I get it, he’s a prick, but you were running out of there. You hardly budged for me, so there’s no way he can be that intimidating to you.”

Curtis’s eyes narrowed slightly and his brows furrowed at that statement, but he let it go for now. He swallowed down another bite of food and looked at you again. Your mouth was slightly agape, debating the best way to move forward. “I didn’t look like this in high school, or throughout any schooling for that matter, so he didn’t recognize me when we ran into each other at the bar. Frankly, I hardly recognized him. And come to think of it, he didn’t even ask my name Friday night, so that goes to show what a trash bag he really is. But this is a good thing, because I think we’d be in a way bigger mess if he did remember me. It’s a long story, and I think we’ll have to go back even farther.” You took a sip of your water before setting down your silverware and leaning forward on your elbows on the table.

“Like Curtis said, Cole didn’t get along with anyone, especially Jake. In school he’d constantly push him around, so Curtis would come to his defense, even though I probably could’ve taken Cole myself.” You let out a small airy chuckle and Curtis smiled back at you, shaking his head. “But anyway, after every time Cole started a fight and Curtis finished it, he’d look at me with this big, almost mischievous grin. So honestly, I’m glad I didn’t play into getting close to him by personally defending Jake.”

Bucky continued nodding along. You seemed so unproblematic. Why were you in the middle of this? “So he didn’t recognize you at the bar, and again, he’s from around here. What’s the big deal?”

You sighed, having to explain more small-town politics to Bucky, who very evidently didn’t understand the delicate nature of places outside the city. “He’s not really from around here anymore. His farm still is, but it’s one of many now. After school, he went to get some fancy business degree from who knows where. What I’m truly concerned about is what he said to me at the bar. He’s here to squash the one thing Curtis and I, and frankly this town, have left.” Curtis rubbed your shoulder reassuringly and you rubbed your eyes in frustration. Bucky felt that same pang in his lower stomach again, seeing how close you and Curtis were and how that dumb little milk man had you this upset. You looked at Curtis gratefully and continued.

“My mom’s brother and Curtis’s dad’s sister used to run this farm back when Cole still lived here. When they passed, they left it to us, but Curtis’s dad also left the shop, which is why I mostly run things around here. But the thing is, anyone who hasn’t been to town since back then, doesn’t know that. The last name tied to this farm doesn’t apply to either of us.” Oh, so you and Curtis were second cousins? Explains a lot. Bucky hated himself that all he could think was ‘one more man who’s close to you he can check off as not being a threat.’ He really needed to get himself in check. Once he pushed those thoughts back down is when everything finally clicked.

Cole was back in town. He had a history with you. He’s got a bad track record in general. He said he wanted to squash competition. You were that competition. He didn’t know you were that competition. You had no idea where to go from here.

Before Bucky could open his mouth for his next round of clarification questions, there was a knock on the door. The three of you were so enthralled in conversation that no one heard the wheels crunching through the gravel in the driveway. You exchanged glances with the men on either side of you. A random visitor out here wasn’t too out of the ordinary, considering how much the community depended on you, but the conversation topic had you on edge. It was for good reason, because as you opened the door, leaving the screen in place, you were met with a face that had started to haunt your dreams these past few days: Cole.

He was wearing that sickening smile again, looking down at you. “Hiya, Peach. It’s been a minute.” You crossed your arms and looked at the man standing on your porch, a plastic smile glued to your face.

Bucky and Curtis shuffled behind you. Curtis shoved the papers and articles at Bucky to take somewhere else so Cole wouldn’t see them, while he made his way to your shoulder, his large stature holding every intention to intimidate Cole.

“Ah yes, your guard dog Curtis, great to see ya, buddy.” Curtis gave a death glare of acknowledgement, stance unyielding.

“Sorry I didn’t recognize you at the bar, you’ve all changed so much, including your pal, Jakey. He’s the one who so kindly told me my family missed this farm while we were on the rise. As soon as mom and pop gave me the reins, I knew I had to stop over, didn’t realize you were the one running things now.” You did your best to keep your face level.

“So what can I help you with, Cole? Are you lost? Need directions on a map? I’m a whiz at that. Happy to print one out for you.”

If it was even possible, his troubling smirk became wider. “Aren’t you going to invite me in? I’d love to talk business. Maybe over dinner? Smells delicious.”

You scrunched your nose, keeping the fake smile on your face. “Unfortunately, it’s all gone. Maybe next time. How about you and me mosey over to the office. It’s been too long. I’ve got some mints in there. Maybe those can tide you over.”

“Too long, indeed.” He ignored the rest of your statement, but Bucky didn’t. He’d never heard you say something that rude before. Someone like Cole might have been none the wiser, but those were loaded words that he knew you said with intention. How could he blame you, though. The man in the fake work clothes had invited himself in unannounced. Not even Bucky did that to you. The same couldn’t be said for his actions with other associates, but one thing he knew was that you were deserving of all the respect in the world. Respect Cole was not giving you. Cole nodded to the two men and followed you down the hall, not bothering to take off his shoes and add them to the files of boots by the door. Another mark in Bucky’s mind. You closed the door you’d held open behind him after giving a wide-eyed look to your two confidants whose eyes followed the whole thing.

Bucky scrambled to clean up the dinner plates and pack away the leftovers. It was smart of you to not offer Cole anything. He didn’t need any reason to stick around longer than you wanted him to. Bucky knew a thing or two about business dealings with enemies, and he was usually much cooler than this, but the fact he could tell you were freaking out, freaked him out.

He still hadn’t dealt with his emotions for you, and your earnestness not even half an hour ago had made it worse. So he did what he always does when he’s not sure and needs a wall to talk at: he called Steve.

Steve picked up in a surprisingly good mood. “Hey Buck, what can I do ya for.”

“I need to you gather everything you can on Cole Turner.” He frantically spat out. Steve grew serious to mirror his best friend’s tone. “And…” Bucky lowered his phone for a second and looked at Curtis. “What’s Jake’s last name.”

Curtis looked at him skeptically. “Jenson. Jacob Jensen.” Bucky nodded his head in thanks and lifted the phone back up to his ear.

“Did you get that?…Yeah, put our best guys on it. Ok, call me later tonight when you know. Doesn’t matter the time. Bye.”

Bucky lowered the phone and looked at Curtis who had just finished wiping down the counters. Curtis had his arms crossed and was leaned up against the kitchen island, opposite Bucky. “So you wanna tell me who exactly you are? Why you’ve got people who you can seemingly throw commands at for immediate attention? And why you care so much about this little farm that you’re only working at for a month?”

Bucky sighed and put his hands on the counter, pushing his body away from it, hinged at the hips, and hanging his head in between his arms. He stood up and quickly looked at Curtis straight in the eyes. “I think you know. I think you know the answers to all those questions, but I think you should also know, I care enough to be on your side.”

Curtis leaned in towards Bucky, his frame shadowing the mob boss’s in the evening light. For the first time in awhile, Bucky was intimidated. He knew how much Curtis cared for you, and he knew how hard he’d be pummeled if he messed up, whether Bucky used his combat training or not. He mustered up as much confidence as he could to rebuild his demeanor to face your Cousin. “You know I care, and I think all that matters is that I’m using my resources to make sure your cousin’s farm is okay and stays in her hands. You know I’m here to do business, but this is bigger than me and I see that now. I’m someone with power, and not unearned power like that prick in the other room. So I’m someone who uses that power in your best interest. That’s all you need to know right now.”

Curtis nodded in acceptance of Bucky’s answer. He could respect that logic, and the way Bucky held his cards close to his chest, because at the end of the day, at the core of Bucky’s motivations was your well-being. No matter how much he thought he could put a veil over it, Curtis saw through.

“Well, Bucky, I won’t doubt you then, but you better hold true and honest, for your own sake and for hers. And I hope to hear more of your other ‘business ventures’ later down the road, but for now, I think our girl needs us.” Bucky nodded along in agreement.

“I don’t think there’s much else I can do right now while I wait for that intel to get back. You got anything?”

Curtis grinned and gave a small shrug. “I can think of one thing. Go up in that top cabinet above the fridge. We’ve got a bottle of the good stuff. She’s gonna need it once we can get the slime ball to slide outta here.”

Bucky’s shoulder’s bounced with a small laugh as he pulled down the bottle. “Let’s get cracking then.”

It was another half hour before Cole emerged from your office and looked cockily at the two men chatting in your kitchen. You followed closely behind, doing your best to subtly corral him out of the house.

“I hope you’ll consider my offer. Actually, I know you will. Over dinner next time.” He smirked back at you over his shoulder. You escorted him out the door as politely as you could, draining your last bit of energy. You closed and locked the front door, which rarely was so, and peeked through the window until he was gone.

You turned around to look at the two of them as your shoulders slumped. You dragged your feet over to the island where Curtis and Bucky were leaning leisurely, grateful Curtis knew exactly what you needed as he slid the filled shot glass toward you.

You grabbed it and threw it back, slamming it back down on the butcher block counter top as Curtis moved to refill it. “How many do I have to catch up on?”

“Only two.” Curtis replied as he slid the shot glass back over to you again.

“Let’s make it three.” You choked out after you attempted to swallow down the burn of the second shot.

“Bucket, can you please make us some water bottles? I’ve gotta get out of this house. We’re going for a walk.”

“Yeah, okay, Honey. Only on the condition that you put my boots on me for the walk. My hammies are sore from being your little chore boy.” He replied as he reached into the cabinet to grab the bottles.

He smiled to himself when he heard your giggle. He’d normally never complain that openly and ridiculously, but you gave him the reaction he was hoping for. Anything to make sure the life wasn’t totally sucked out of you by Cole.

“Your negotiations are no good here. You put your own boots on and take your own boots off unless you’re married. My house, my rules. But tell ya what, I’ll let you have another shot of this small-batch bourbon with me and Curty boi. That’s more than payment enough.” You winked at him as he handed you the water bottle. The three of you taking the last shot and heading out the door, making your way towards the back of the property.

It was an easy walk through level fields, just long. The three of you fell into easy conversation about anything other than Cole, insisting you’d debrief them tomorrow, so the conversation mainly consisted of teasing Curtis about the new girl and her truck he had to fix last week. The comfortable silences otherwise were filled with the sound of the crickets chirping. You found comfort in the caress of the warm, humid breeze that blew through as you walked towards the hills where the old mines of the property resided.

Once you reached the entrance, you turned around and faced the two large men. “Buck, you’ve been working really hard this week, so I think it’s time I showed you what you’re working toward. Figured it would be a nice change of pace for us to take a look at this tunnel tonight, and we can start scheduling some time in for us to fix up the scaffolding and supports.”

Bucky nodded, looking at you with a grin on his face while Curtis clicked on his flashlight. “I’m honestly curious to see what’s going on in there. I don’t think we’ve ventured in since we were teenagers.” His voice echoed through the mouth of the mine.

You led the way, turning on your own flashlight, scanning the dirt walls and old, wooden supports. “Yeah, it’s been awhile, but I think you could work with this, right, Bucket? This tunnel specifically doesn’t have an outlet like the connecting network in some of the others, so it would be mostly storage. You could probably send some underlings out here to help you out.”

You both laughed as Bucky walked closer to the wall, examining one of the support beams. “Yeah, I mean, I own a construction company, so that shouldn’t be a worry at all.”

That caught Curtis’s attention as he stopped to give a side glance toward Bucky. You continued on ahead unfazed as Bucky kicked the wooden beam in front of him to test its integrity. It crumbled slightly at the toe of his boot. Underwhelmed with the scale of the break, the two men made a move to step forward when they heard a rumbling, followed by the beam Bucky had kicked crashing down in front of them. Pebbles shifted and fell out of the ceiling, followed by larger rocks and before they could blink, the tunnel buckled creating a wall of sand and stone between you and them.

All Bucky could hear was your muffled scream on the other end. I’m okay, just get me out of here. He was going into panic mode, but a plan still was racing though his brain as he made every attempt to mash it together into something coherent. Through the ringing in his ears he heard Curtis yell. “We have to call the police, the fire department, someone to get her out of there. She might not be injured now, but I can’t say the same if there’s a secondary collapse. We need to do something. Now.”

Bucky grabbed him by his collar. “No. No police. It’ll ruin everything.”

Curtis put his hands up in surrender. “Okay then, what do you suppose we do, big guy?”

Bucky paced back and forth, biting his thumbnail with worry. “Gimme a second. I’m figuring it out.” He stopped in his tracks. “Who all knows about the mines?”

“What? What does that ha-“

Bucky cut Curtis off. “Who. All. Knows?”

Curtis shook his head and shrugged. “I-I don’t know, not many people. Me and her, her college roommate, and Jake. That’s it, I think.”

Bucky rapidly reached into the pocket of his jeans and handed Curtis a card from his wallet. “This is my associate Sam. You’re going to call him and tell him those names. We’re gonna need all the help we can get.”

Curtis immediately pulled out his phone, trusting the judgement of his new friend. Bucky did the same, calling Steve. It was time to send backup to the farm. He could have his men out here tonight, and your friends by at least the morning, sending his private jet to retrieve them.

He needed you out of that tunnel like he needed to breathe, mostly because if he didn’t get you out of there within a day, you wouldn’t be able to.

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janesaridoll · 9 months

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Birthday princess

pairing || woc!reader x mob!ari levinson

genera || fluff.

summary || how’s Ari dealing with someone trying to disrespect his girl.

wordcount || 2,4K

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A vicious man who will go to any length to make his sweetheart smile.

Growing up, Ari enjoyed his mother's elaborate celebrations, where everything had to be extravagantly flawless—whether they were birthday parties, wedding anniversaries, or charity events. He thinks his mother did all that to compensate for her husband, his father’s harsh reality.

He especially gets excited whenever his birthday is nearing, he loved when he was ten and he loves it now, almost thirty seven years old.

Even though, it's different from when he was younger, he still enjoyed it. However, the idea of someone not celebrating their milestone were awful to him, So when he found out his precious girl never celebrated her birthday he was horrified.

He couldn’t fathom that someone not celebrating their birthday especially someone as sweet as his girl.

Your birthday was never acknowledged by your parents. Not even a happy birthday was said. Although, your siblings celebrated theirs, no one ever seemed to remember yours.

As you got older, you just forget about it. You knew you missed something, but there was nothing you could do to persuade your parents to celebrate your birthday because they always had some excuse not to.

At first, you resisted Ari's insistence on throwing you a birthday party. Therefore, Ari did not celebrate your first birthday together as he had intended while you two were together. But of course he did do something to celebrate.

He took you to an upscale restaurant, after both of you finished eating, he gave you your gift; an elegant pair of earrings. That was the first time anyone had ever given you anything. You were appreciative, till this day you never taken them off.

The following year, when your birthday approached, Ari broached the subject once more, you told him you didn't care and that what you both did last year was enough yet Ari didn't think so. He wants to give you the experience of celebrating your birthday properly.

After much persuasion, you agreed to the birthday party, Ari got his mother's party planner number in order for you to contact her to plan your birthday, he didn’t set a budget for it; just told you to do what your heart desired.

"I want everything to go as smoothly as possible, Steve, I don't want anything to go wrong," Ari says as he sips from his brownish liquor.

"Of course, I'll tell Peter to oversee everything," you'd assume from the way they're both talking seriously in their black suits that it had to be about business. No, it's Ari's princess 24th birthday celebration. Which, if you think about it, is more important.

Ethan, your bodyguard and friend, is racing with with staff members making sure everything is perfect for your birthday, including the lights, decorations, DJ, food and drinks.

“She even got Ethan to do all the work” steve mumbled to Ari who let out a chuckle “I can’t believe he’s the toughest one of our men” He sips the rest of his drink before smiling to himself “wait for me in the werehouse” Steve only nodded.

He went upstairs to the guest bedroom where you had your makeup artist and hairstylist stay because Ari doesn't like it when people are in his room.

He stared at you from the doorway, completely captivated; the expression of happiness in your eyes brought happiness to him as well; he can't believe someone could be so cruel as to not love or spoil you in the way you deserve.

"Can you leave us for a minute?" As soon as he said it, the room quieted down, and your best friend, Nat, who you met through Ari's friends, spoke up, "sure, we will be outside," she patted your shoulder. She had already dressed in a black silk dress, done her makeup beautifully with smokey eyes and her signature red lipstick that matches her hair, she looks stunning.

"You look pretty," he began, staring at you from the mirror “you do, too," you said, turning around to face him.

He takes a step closer to you, as soon as he is within reach, you wrap your hand around his neck, drawing him closer to you, tilting your heads up to lock your gaze on him smiling lovingly.

"Ethan needs a day off tomorrow," when you noticed that the party planner were demanding you gave her Ethan's phone number so she could organize everything with him rather than you, you just told them what you want the theme of your party.

He initially objected, after all, he is the toughest man. But he agreed simply because he likes you and he wants you to have the nicest and most memorable birthday celebration ever.

"Sure, anything you want." Even Ari is taking a day off tomorrow, he wants to spend it with you while business is calm nowadays.

"You spoil me a lot," you said, kissing his jaw. He smiled “that's the least I could do for you. honey"

"Thank you, I love you too much." You kissed him again. "I love you too."

"I’m leaving for a bit; I've got a business to take care of, and I’ll be back before the party starts."

"Why?" You pout. Is he going to skip your birthday? You know it was stupid. You shouldn’t have agreed. Maybe your parents is right; it is a waste of time.

"They need me there; it won’t take too long, maybe an hour max," he told you while curdling your face between his large hands and kissing your lips softly.

“You promise?” You smiled softly at him.

"Absolutely,I wouldn’t miss it for the world” he replied, you kissed him again.

“I’ll leave you now to finish, honey."

“Okay be careful”

“Always”

He left, and the girls returned to do their tasks. Wanda followed Nat into the room; it appears that your friends are already showing up, so you should finish quickly.

“Hey! Nat told me you invited Ema?” Wanda said as soon as she’s stepped beside you, “hello to you too” you turned to her smiling.

“Im sorry babe” she kissed your cheek before continuing “is it true?”

“Yes, i thought it would be rude to invite all of our friend group except her!”

Nat spoke looking at Wanda “told you”

“Yep, she’s tooooo nice” Wanda replied.

“I don’t know, Ari is inviting his friends and business partners, his mom and sisters are coming as well as their friends, so I think it would be crowded and she won’t be a bother!”

“I hope so” Nat said before looking at Wanda who was fixing her red dress, adjusting her breasts “what are you doing?”

“I’m gonna go see Ethan, wish me luck” Wanda and Ethan has been flirting a lot lately, you know they would end up together it was just a matter of time.

Everyone has arrived an hour and a half later, including your friends, Ari's friends, and family. Nat helped you dressing up in your pink gown, you wore your jewelry as well. Wanda is working as your personal photographer; she took many photos of you before you had to go downstairs so the party could begin.

When the DJ announced your entrance, everyone's eyes turned to you, yelling and clapping, while your eyes scanned the the place looking for Ari.

As soon as your gaze latched on him, you smiled brightly, relaxing for a while before getting down and everyone began to approach you, wishing you a happy birthday.

You were quite apprehensive because it was the first time you had ever been the center of attention at any form of event.

Nat gave you a microphone so you could thank everyone who came to celebrate with you, and you specifically thanked Ari, none of this would happened if it weren’t for him. You wished them a good evening.

After you handed the DJ the microphone, you felt like you were being crushed in a hug by someone, and when you looked down, you discovered it was Ari's younger sister, Amara.

“Happy Birthday!!!!!” She said screaming a bit. You laughed before hugging her back.

“Stop squeezing my girl to death” Ari teased his sister before greeting his mom and his older sister Sadie.

When Amara separated from you Sadie hugged you, as well as his mother.

"Happy birthday, sweetheart; i loved the party theme!"

"Thank you, Mrs. Levinson," you respectfully said. The elder woman scoffs at you, "sweetheart, we've been through this a lot! Please call me Freya; you make me feel old."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'll start calling you Freya," you said hesitantly, knowing she had told you that several times but you always forgot. Your mother taught you to never address someone by their first name; instead, use Mr. or Mrs.

Sadie looked around “are we finally going to meet your family?”

Your communication with your family has diminished since you left for college; you text and call, but they don't reach out to you as frequently as you would want. It's what they've wanted ever since you were born. To forget all about you.

You gave them an invitation to your party, but they did not respond. And when you called they didn’t pick up, No surprise.

You didn’t tell Ari that, you didn’t want him to feel sorry for you. But he can see it in your face when his sister mentioned your family.

“Oh they’re busy, they couldn’t make it!” You hoped your excuse was believed and by the look they gave you they did.

After a small talk they left to join other people for dance and chatting.

Ari left you alone for a minute to talk with his friends while you drank and danced with your friends.

Hours later, it was time to cut the cake, two servants brought the cake to a table in front of you. Ari hand wrapped around your waist while your hand was on top of his, him and everyone else singing happy birthday for you.

"Make a wish!" Nat called for you, and everyone else joined her, you giggled before closing your eyes and making a wish.

After opening your eyes and blowing on the candle, everyone clapped and whistled for you.

"I want to show you something," Ari whispered in your ear. You turned around, looking into his eyes. "What?"

"Come with me," he said, taking your hand a bit further and directing you to the double massive doors, which opened immediately.

A Rolls-Royce Ghost in Champagne Rose pulled in, you could hear the stunned screams of the people surrounding you; you were as surprised as they were.

“Oh my god!!, you didn’t!!!” You looked between Ari and the car, Ethan stepped out of the car, passing the keys to Ari, who handed them to you.

“All yours baby” you jumped on him, hugging him firmly, thanking him constantly “I love you i love you i love you!!”

Nat and Wanda came close to you both “girl you have to take us for a ride!!”

“I can’t wait to show off my first car ever!!” You smiled big and jumped up and down while clapping.

Wanda smiled “let me take pictures of you with the car!” She took her phone out and you got beside the car posing while she took a couple of pictures of you.

You grabbed Ari hand wanting him in the pictures. He smiled before letting you posing him in whatever way you wanted.

If he could, he would have given you the entire world without asking, but for the time being, he will give you anything your heart desire.

Life has its own way of repaying you. While you spent the previous twenty-three years begging someone to spare you a glance, right now you could ask for anything and it wouldn’t be trouble to give.

From behind, an irritating loud noise was heard. "I told you that he is her sugar daddy!!" Everyone fell silent, wondering who it was.

Your smile faded slightly; you weren't a particularly confrontational person to begin with. People would walk all over you while you excused them. You were too kind and too afraid to ever react to anyone.

“Who said that?" Ari stated calmly yet furiously, everyone got quiet surprised at the person who is brave enough to insult Ari’s girl

Wanda and Nat exchanged knowing glances. Finally, Ema made a fool of herself in front of Ari.

They know Ari doesn't accept disrespect, especially to those who don't deserve it, and to disrespect his girl? Oh, she just dug up her grave.

“Ema did," Nat answered, unconcerned about your glares.

Ari doesn't want to ruin your first birthday celebration, but he can't let this individual get away with it.

When he observed a girl who appeared shaking with fear, everyone's gaze was drawn to her, he knew it was her, and he approached her moved in front of her eye sight, almost nothing can stand between them.

"There are two reasons for saying this; one is that you are jealous because no one has ever loved you enough to provide you with something you desired, or YOU don't deserve to be loved or cared for like i do with my girl, I believe the latter it is," he said as calm as he can be

He could hear Wanda and Nat laughing mockingly at her. Finally, someone standing up to this bitch.

“Get the fuck out of my house and don't ever think of disrespecting my girl; or the next time you won't have a tongue to talk with; are we clear?" She nodded so quickly

“Good," he said, motioning for two of his guards to accompany her out; Bucky pointed out for the DJ to play some music to keep the party going.

Wanda yelled “ oh my god i love this song”

Her and Nat went dancing on the dance floor, while everyone else seemed to have forgotten what had happened and continued to have fun.

"Are you alright, sweetheart?" Ari spoke to you in hushed tones.

"Yeah, I'm fine," you replied, smiling back. "Do you know this is the first time I've seen you in your mob mode?"

“Really??” Ari was taken aback, saying, "I hope I didn't scare you."

"You did not, thank you for standing up for me; I really thought inviting her to my party would make her nice to me," you said, "I didn't want to divide our group into two sides."

"Sometimes, honey, being nice to someone so low is not the solution; if they don't respect you, they have to go; it's either they do or they don't." His huge hands comforted you by moving circles behind your back.

You thought for a moment about what he said "Yeah, you're right"

You got closer to him, your lips almost touching, "do you want to take my new car for a ride?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

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soft-and-bitter · 9 months

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Not for the first time, you realize just how badly you need to escape from Steve. You have to, before he decides to turn a passing comment into reality and you’ll be trapped with him forever.

The Cure & The Cause

Mafia!Steve x Captive!Reader

Word Count: ~2k

Notes/warning(s): some sexual content, coercion, Steve is sweet but a little psycho, no plot just vibes. Reader’s been kidnapped by Steve and is being held captive for a bit before story begins. Part of the same universe that Failed Bargaining belongs to.

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When the car rolls up to the curb and a member of Steve’s unit opens the door, Sharon exits first before it’s your turn. You’ve barely stepped out of the black Range Rover before several bodyguards usher you towards the entrance of the multi-storied boutique, but the small stretch of sidewalk you cross is simply not enough for you to attempt an escape. Figures.

You’ve only ever gone shopping for a wedding dress once, when you had accompanied your best friend in search of hers. But with the costs of her traditional wedding adding up quickly, Lisa had been forced to make some concessions where her dress was concerned. Her final choice was still lovely, in the end, though admittedly it wasn’t perfect in every capacity that she’d envisioned.

As soon as you step foot into the bridal boutique, you realize right away that whatever financial concerns Lisa had during her own wedding planning, Sharon will not have. Money is, quite frankly, the least of her worries. For starters, Sharon is one of Steve’s highest-ranking, and she’s getting married to Sam, so it’s no surprise that all the stops have been pulled out. This upscale boutique is apparently one of many salons she has in mind to visit, but already it’s proving to be the most impressive.

“We have the whole place to ourselves,” Sharon mentions with uncharacteristic giddiness, just as you and the rest of the group settle into plush white sofas. You thought that that in itself spoke to Steve’s influence and wealth, but when the senior manager in her stylish black dress and six-inch heels pops open a bottle of Dom Perignon circa 1996, you’re left wondering how much of Steve’s largesse these people are truly hoping for.

Together with the champagne, the store’s personnel offer you and the others an assortment of French pastries while Sharon gets into her first dress. A collection of them has already been set aside for her based on previous consultations, but today is when she gets to try them on. You’re already reaching for your second flute when you think that for just a second, you want to imagine that this is all a normal picture, that these women you’re here with—Sharon, Nat, Wanda and Sarah—are in fact your girlfriends, rather than accomplices to your captivity. That without him present, you might just be able to subscribe to the illusion. Combined with the right amount of ridiculously expensive champagne, it’s more than possible.

This scares you more than you want to admit. Mostly because you’re stuck realizing how lonely you’ve been up to this point, even before Steve decided to take you, but also how your perception of your captivity is beginning to morph into something less depraved, a jagged picture where the edges are becoming dulled.

You swallow down another bit of champagne in response, and then a little bit more; the next thing you know, time is flying by and your reaction at every dress Sharon steps out in gets more expressive, louder. Somewhere along the way you even end up in Nat’s lap, arms flung over her shoulder, the both of you choking on laughter at a snide comment Sharon’s made about the gown that Wanda—yes, her—has chosen to try on. It’s the very portrait of idealized friendship, of closeness and devotion and support. Of course you want to believe all this, even if only for a minute.

“It looks like you ladies have gone through most of the champagne I sent,” says a low, timbrous voice that slices through the racket of laughter and loud talk.

You, together with everyone else, process Steve’s sudden presence in the salon at the same moment, only your reaction is nowhere near as positive. Amongst the wild cheers and drunken shrieks that the other women let out, you merely stare at him with your mouth agape, blinking at the sight of him in the doorway, Bucky lingering not so far behind. Rather than disappointment, your brain can only process how fucking handsome this man is, how the top of his head nearly grazes the lintel as he enters, every step full of confidence. You’re completely out of his league, your brain foggily reminds you, though you know that—just like you know what’s beneath the gray suit he’s wearing, the one tailored to perfection.

More treacherous thoughts, you realize, just like most of them today.

“It feels like I’ve stepped into a party,” Steve says, rounding a sofa to enter the fray. His blue eyes cut to you, take in your place on Nat’s lap and the way you’re holding on to her, but he says nothing.

“That’s because it is a party,” Sharon insists, a little too loudly, the tendrils of her hair dancing along the sides of her face. “What are you doing here, anyway?”

“We were driving through the district and I thought I’d drop in,” he says, still hovering over them. Bucky’s leaning against the doorway with his arms folded across his body and a look of mild amusement on his face, but he doesn’t attempt to intrude any further.

With his hands poised on his hips, Steve looks over at Wanda standing before the wall-to-wall mirrors. “Last time I checked, you’re not getting married. What’s happening here?”

“Nobody says you have to be a bride to try on a pretty dress,” Nat explains beneath you, one arm still loosely wrapped around your waist. “Sharon needed a breather, actually, so we’ve decided to take turns modeling now. Right, babe?”

She knocks a shoulder against one of yours.

When Steve swivels his head to look down at the both of you, there’s a smirk tugging at one corner of his mouth. “In that case, it’s your turn,” he commands, eyes fixed squarely on you. “Now that I think about it, I'm curious to know how you’d look in a wedding dress. And you want to please me, don’t you?”

You blink at him, letting his words wash over you. You remain sitting on Nat’s lap, even though you’re still not sure how you ended up there in the first place, and you can’t quite believe that Steve’s here too, but reality is starting to sink back in, your little fantasy cracking at the edges. These women around you aren’t your friends, and this isn’t some typical shopping excursion at a designer bridal house.

When you respond, you’re only vaguely aware how much the champagne you’ve been knocking back has emboldened you. His champagne, no less.

“Forget it,” you say, shaking your head. “I don’t want to.”

You think you may be imagining it, but the room suddenly feels quieter. Steve, though, is still looking down at you, his face still set in a calm expression.

“Find a dress, sweetheart, or I’ll choose one and get you into it myself.” He sinks into the plush sofa adjacent to yours, the sole occupant. “Knowing your tastes, you won’t like what I have in mind for you.”

You know that Steve’s not messing around, because he’s made good on a similar threat before. Worst of all, none of the women around you dissent on your behalf, not even Nat, sitting so close to you. You should feel betrayed by their silence, but it’s partly your fault you helped craft the illusion you so badly wanted to believe in.

“Come on beautiful, let’s go find you something,” Nat says gently, nudging you to stand. Maybe it’s the hurt you’re feeling, but this time around you don’t object as you follow a sales consultant, Nat trailing close behind. You pass by Bucky as you leave the private room; he throws you a look akin to mild sympathy before he joins the rest.

“My god, look at you,” he breathes, slowly rising from the plush white sofa. “My sweet, sweet girl, all dressed up to get married.”

You’d chosen a dress that made you think of a suit of armor. But by the way Steve studies you, his gaze sharp enough to pierce through any material, you just feel vulnerable. Exposed. Ironic, because your first and final choice felt the most conservative compared to all the dresses that Sharon and the others had come out in. Nat had coaxed you into wearing a veil, too, completing the whole look.

The champagne keeps your fiery spirit afloat, your tongue looser than normal. “I'm never getting married,” you say.

Steve lifts an eyebrow, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Never?"

"Never," you parrot.

“Well that's too bad, 'cause that won't be a decision you get to make. Now come here.”

You think about ignoring him for a second, just turn right back where you’d shuffled from as your own quiet brand of fuck you. But there’s a look of expectancy on his face, and at his full height, Steve isn’t one to spar with.

His hands are already on your waist when you turn to the expanse of mirrors. You weren’t wrong when you deemed this dress less eye-catching than the others, but that doesn’t mean it’s any less lovely.

“What do you think?” he asks. You can feel his fingers playing with the veil that waterfalls behind you, the way his knuckles ghost along your back.

“It's . . . fine, I guess,” you say, staring at yourself in the mirror.

“Oh, I think it’s more than fine,” he insists. “Stunning, in fact. Should I buy it?”

He doesn’t mean it, you convince yourself, but it’s not enough to clamp down on the panic rising within you. Didn’t he just hear what you’d said a second earlier?

Until now, Steve has never mentioned marriage or anything of the like. But since when did you know how his mind worked? You wouldn’t be here if you did.

“Well?”

You shake your head. “Don’t. I can’t wear white to another bride’s wedding,”

Steve chuckles as he gently draws back the veil and your hair away, sweeping both over your left shoulder. “In that case, you can wear it at home, just for me. And you’ll make sure not to wear anything underneath, won’t you?”

Goosebumps dance along your skin. His hands on your waist have you trapped in place, body pressed against his. To your alarm, you feel him hardening against your back, a threat and a promise.

" I liked it more when it was on the rack," you say hastily, trying to ignore his growing desire, "now that I'm in it, I'm having second thoughts."

In the mirror, you can see Steve shaking his head. "No, you're absolutely radiant in this. It's perfect . . . and it's just so you."

He acts without warning. You inhale sharply as his tongue trails up your neck, slow and hot. Steve was licking you—licking you—in front of everyone, without an ounce of shame. It reminds you all too well of the other night, when he had spread you out across his desk and eaten you out while he'd taken a call on speaker. He'd taken his damned time too, keeping you on the very precipice while the caller spewed all this babel your mind couldn't comprehend, all thanks to the desperate state you were in. And when he finally let you come, it had been with his hand shoved against your mouth.

Not for the first time, you realize just how badly you need to escape from Steve. You have to, before he decides to turn a passing comment into reality and you’ll be trapped with him forever.

Yeah I have no idea what this is lol; it was such a basic and simple premise that really didn’t need to be 2k plus words long, but here we are I guess. Graphics by me.

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers x you #steve rogers fanfiction #mafia!steve rogers x reader #mafia!steve rogers #dark!steve rogers #chris evans x reader #chris evans x you #chris evans x y/n #steve rogers au

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lilacevans · 1 year

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mafia!ari leaving the club one night and spots you across the street. rosy cheeks, wet eyes and scraped knees. you’re sniffling as you collect the scattered contents of your purse. you don’t notice him until a large hand curls around your wrist, making you peer up and watch with your mouth hung open as the well-dressed, all too known, scary mafia boss helps you return your belongings to your purse and then lift a hand to brush the hair from your face and wipe a few stray tears.

“what happened here, sweet angel? is someone a little clumsy?” he asks teasingly, tutting and raising a brow before shaking his head. “need to be more careful, angel.”

“there’s— there’s a crack in the pavement, my heel caught it— and i- i fell,” you explain, showing him your now snapped heel. “m’not clumsy,” you defend.

ari chuckles, toothy grin and crinkled eyes, “let’s get you cleaned up back at my place, angel.” he offers out a hand, and you find yourself taking it without a single ounce of hesitation— either from fear or the ache between your legs.

idk what this is.

#lila writes #lila’s concepts #ari levinson #chris evans #feel free to add on #talk to me about it #let’s find out where it goes together #ari levinson x you #ari levinson x female reader #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson x y/n #ari levinson imagine #mafia!ari levinson x reader

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georgiapeach30513 · 1 year

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Underneath the City Lights, Part 2

Summary: Ari has some questions and a plan

Pairings: Ari Levinson X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, forced dancing, non con groping and sucking, choking, fingering, voyeurism, conspiracy, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 3.3K

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*dividers created by @firefly-graphics

“Ari, what are you thinking?” Ari’s piercing blue eyes look out the window of his office, and over the city. The distant neon glow of the Dirty Martini clouding anything that he should be thinking. You had grown up, and it appeared that you were being used as a pawn by your own brother.

Your father had been a kind and just man. Ran a respectable establishment, and now it seemed the Dirty Martini was more seedy. Gossip of how it was just a cover for peddling more than just burlesque entertainment. The business in flesh wasn’t anything new, but would your brother actually offer up your own body for the right amount?

“Ari?” Jonathan asks again. His boss had become more and more distant with his thoughts. “You’re taking her claims seriously.”

“Why would a brother send his sister into my room where she was wearing fabric that left nothing to the imagination? Cameras pointed right at the chair I was sitting in to ‘protect her’ or was it to sell more than just her body? He didn’t care to have her fully exposed to me. And on display for whoever was watching.”

“Yes, the city knows you are the most fierce mafia boss since your great grandfather. The sight of your silhouette causes fear. He knows better than to let a video of you out of some woman’s cunt was soaking your pants.”

“I’m not worried about that video getting out. I’m worried about a brother selling his sister for the right price. Her grandfather was my father’s advisor. You realize that, right?” Ari shakes his head, still unbelieving of how your family had fallen so far. Your family was once feared, and now they were selling lust.

“She knows something. Look at their accounts. They’re passed due. They’re desperate. Why wouldn’t they try and take from the hand that feeds them? And fucking August Walker. Pig. How many dropped soliciting charges does he have? Calvin would sell his sister to make a buck, and get them out of debt with me. This is trouble for us. But she also needs protecting.”

“Well, you’ve been invited back again tonight. The diamond has a grand performance just for you. So says this August Walker.”

“I want the place surrounded. I won’t be moving tonight, but I’m going to see if I can get any information out of her. She’s an asset. And our teams can formulate the best way to get her out of the club undetected.”

“I’m sure it has nothing to do with the fact she’s got a beautiful voice, and even prettier face? Judging by the state of your pants, and quick departure to the shower you thoroughly enjoyed your time with her,” Ari smirks, adjusting his jacket before he leaves without another word. He always was a softie for a damsel in distress. Especially ones he felt familial loyalty to.

“Hmm,” Calvin asks, studying the footage from last night. He had seen Ari intently watching you while you performed, but your private audience solidified his affections. Ari, the most feared man in the city, was entranced by you. He looks away from the screen when Ari’s mouth surrounds your nipple. It was an image he couldn’t get out of his head, but if it meant that Ari had a distraction, it would be okay. “What state was he in when he left?”

“You mean the huge hard on he couldn’t disguise with your sister’s juices spewed on his pants?”

“Can you not talk about my sister like that?”

“You’re the one that put her up on stage. The one who knew exactly what Ari would want. She’s got him wrapped around her little finger. Imagine, Ari the man we’re trying to take everything from, wrapped around the pinky of your baby sister,” August leans back in the chair, wondering just how long it would take to have Ari completely spent by you.

“A baby sister that I control. This is too good. Whatever you did that night, we need a repeat.”

“No. We need grander. Ari needs to feel possessive and jealous that other men are staring at her tits, vying for her attention, and willing to pay for her pussy.”

“And she needs to understand who is in control,” his hand rubs over his chin as he thinks. It was the perfect option for you to realize exactly where you stood in this operation. You were nothing. “Put up the cage. Make sure she remembers that she is but our little bird. She’s there for entertainment, and for everyone to gawk at. Women need to want to be her, and men need to want to sink into her and own her. And if her cunt can keep Ari occupied, and we make more money in the process, it’s exactly what we’ll do.”

“You’re a sick fuck you know that?” August stands, it was time to get you ready. He knew the perfect costume. The perfect way to show off your curves.

“Yeah, well, keep doing what you’re doing, and you’ll be able to feel her flesh around you.”

“Aye aye, captain,” he wipes off his mouth, heading to your dressing room where he could already hear you protesting. It was always the same. A little brat that needs to be punished for her stubbornness. In time. He would get to it. In time.

Slinging the door open you take one look at him before throwing a vase of fresh flowers towards his head, and he glowers at you. Wiping the water off his face before starting towards you, “Go away!” You scream, but he doesn’t react. He wouldn’t give you the satisfaction.

“Don’t touch me!” Grabbing at your wrist, he pulls you closer to his body. His free hand pulling aside your robe. Getting a peak at the swell of your chest, “You pig!” You spit up at him, and he wipes your saliva off his face as well. The hand around your wrist moving to your throat, and he backs you up to the wall.

A thick thigh going in between your thighs, “August, please, stop.”

“How quickly your tune changed, princess. So sure into groveling for mercy. What have we here?” He moves aside your robe, exposing one of your breasts, and pushes you further on his thigh. “Such a little girl and such a big attitude.”

“Let me go.”

“No, I don’t think I will. I enjoy the view too much. You want to act like you can pitch your little fits without consequences. You can be heard all throughout the backstage. Do you know why you have a private dressing room?” You shake your head no, and his glowing blue eyes finally look up at your face. “Privacy, princess. I could have you choking on my cock if I wanted to. Slam you down on the vanity while I rail into you, and you’re just a slobbering mess.”

“Then why don’t you?” His grip around your neck gets tighter, and you try and gulp, but he only forces a slow grind on him. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Because your untouched pussy is more valuable than one that’s been stretched out on my fat cock. You need to remember your place. You’re worth nothing more than the wet skin between your legs. You think you’re something special because you can sing, and you got the King to pay for an hour of your time. His first question was how many people have had you. All he wants is to split you open. Conquer you. You’re nothing. There’s nothing special about you, but these perky tits, and tight ass. Once you realize that you’re no more than a flashlight to these men, the better off you are. And stop with this fucking attitude,” he leans over giving your nipple a suck before grabbing the pumps out of his pocket. Cupping your tit as he gives your pebble peak a nibble.

“They need to be lubricated, don’t they? I believe we’re going to suck the life out of these pretty tits. Keep them hard the rest of the night. They did the trick though, didn’t they. I watched Ari unable to keep his mouth off them.”

“August,” Rita says firmly, walking into the dressing room. “I think it’s time for you to leave,” your lip trembles as he tightens the contraption on you, wincing when he twists it all the way, and you look down in horror at your nipple sucked into the cylinder, throbbing and swollen. He moves onto the other one, and Rita slaps a hand on your vanity.

“August, your master is calling you.”

“Shut up, you fucking bitch,” his voice mumbles around you nipple. Standing up straight and attaching the other clamp. “You know what the third one is for, princess? You gonna let me suck on that clit, too?”

“August!”

“What the fuck is your problem, Rita?” He finishes up on your skin, and his body spins around to look at her. “What? Ari already requested an hour-long private show. He liked what he saw.”

“And I’m sure Mr. Levinson would not like to hear about you tainting his companion. What costume is she wearing tonight?” Rita changes the subject to business. She was smart even if people assumed she was just your handler. Her eyes only flick once towards you, but it was long enough to see you were stunned quiet.

“The dove costume. She’s singing in the cage tonight. Just so she remembers her place. Make us proud. Maybe you can see if Ari’s dick really is that big. I’ll be watching,” smirking, he makes sure to hit Rita’s shoulder with his own. Slamming the door for good measure as he walks out of the room. He would have you. Once Ari was destroyed by you, August would make Ari watch him own your pussy, right before he was shot in the head.

“You know how to piss him off,” Rita says, stepping up to you. “What else did he do?”

“Nothing you didn’t see,” wiping at your tears, you look down at your chest, “God, I hate him. I hate this.”

“Play the game,” Rita straightens herself back up, looking at you, smiling when your breathing picks up in panic, “Play their game better than they do.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Yeah, you do. That’s why you're not fighting him. You’re playing their game, and you’re playing it better. You see the bigger picture. You’re smarter than either Calvin or August give you credit for. Ari is a good one to have on your side. And even you know this,” you turn around, not wanting to acknowledge anything she was saying. Playing dumb was becoming second nature to you.

“Good girl. You just may survive.”

“Rita, go get my costume for the night, and have Tonya come in here to do my makeup.”

“Of course. Dulce.”

Ari snorts, but leans closer towards the stage, watching you swing inside of a cage. Calvin wanted to pretend he was a genius, but this message was not subliminal as he thought. It was meant for him and you. Putting you in your rightful spot. Caged up, pretty, and singing for a crowd. Top completely exposed to everyone looking.

“They’re all watching her, boss,” Jonathan knew better than to stare too long at you. Ari never took kindly to sharing his play things.

“Put in my bid for her company. I do not care the cost,” Jonathan looks over at his boss, wondering what exactly had him so consumed in you. He was sure that it was more than just the information that you claimed to have. “Jonathan, I will have company with her tonight.”

“Of course,” he heads off to tell Calvin to name his price for you for the evening. Knowing that he would only take an hour of your time. But he would ensure that you would not entertain anyone else.

Ari’s eyes drift over your curves as you shimmy around. Other people would think that you were confident in this performance, but he knew better. Watching as you try to hold the microphone in a way to cover your bare chest, or even the amount of times you would turn around, showing only your feathered ass to the audience.

He didn’t care. He would have you alone soon enough. Away from these prying eyes, and men that were licking their lips and ready to devour you. He had to get you away from here, regardless if you had information or not. Your brother had brought you out to slaughter, and left you to be nothing more than a pile of flesh, rhinestones, and feathers.

The ache in Ari’s pants told him he was definitely attracted to you, but he would be more than just a hungry man. Unlike the men and women in here that are chomping at the bit for a tiny morsel of you, he wanted you to be able to be the little girl that couldn’t look people in the eyes when she talked. Now you were a dancing fool for money and pleasure. Business of the flesh would always be there, but you didn’t want it.

The other girls laughed, and giggled on stage. You kept looking off to the side at someone. Waiting for approval, and continuing on your number. Ari had questions, and when you were safe, he would get answers. Was it just Calvin controlling you? Or was there someone else you feared? And should those people lay a finger on you, they would be dealt with.

“Mr. Levinson,” Ari turns to look up at the gentleman that dared to take his attention away from you, “I’m August, I’ve come to take you to your private room.”

“And you can wait until she’s finished. I’m quite enjoying the show.”

“She’s nearly finished.”

“Then you won’t mind waiting. Are you in charge of her wardrobe?” August nods, smiling as Ari looks only at you. “Make sure her tits are covered. I’m the only one that gets to look at them.”

“Sir?”

“I will pay extra to make sure she’s properly dressed for my tastes. In the private room she can wear whatever she prefers, or nothing at all. On that stage I want her covered. Have I made myself clear?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And do me a favor, quit pumping her nipples up. They look bruised. Perhaps you’re using too much suction, August?” You bow, and your arms immediately cover your chest as Ari stands up. Proving just how much taller than August he was. Ari’s shoulders are much more broad. Ari didn’t know why, but he loathed this man.

“I…her nipples need to stay hard.”

“Her nipples will be covered up for all of these people, but me. I can make them plenty hard on my own. You may show me the way to the private room.”

“It’s our finest room, sir.”

“I’m sure it is,” buying his time. That’s all he was doing. Waiting for the proper moment to strike. No one would ever find you, and they would never make you feel like meat again.

“Ari,” you whisper, walking into the darkened room. He was already comfortable and sitting on a couch, his legs spread out wide when he lifts his finger, instructing you to spin around. Unlike August’s demands, you obey promptly.

“C’mere, and remove your robe,” you let the silk slide off your skin, and only a shelf bra, and barely there panties decorated your body. Sashaying your hips as you walk closer to him. You are much more confident with just him. He’s even able to catch a glimpse of your velvety and glistening folds as you go to straddle his lap. Whoever chose this outfit needed a raise.

Settling on his lap, his hands circle around your ass, pulling you flush to his crotch, and you lean forward, kissing along his neck as you start grinding on him, “They want to kill you,” you whisper into his ear, leaning back off his chest, and placing your hands on his knees, you continue your motions. Those panties exposing more and more of you.

Your swollen tits did look good in your bra, and they were beckoning him to grab them. Giving you a pinch, you wince, making him stop immediately. “You’re bruised.”

“He left me in those things too long, and they were too tight.”

“I knew it. I’ve got,” you shake your head no, looking up at the camera again. “What is it that you want?”

“Make him pay for earlier,” Ari could feel his blood boiling already. He didn’t know who he was, but he did something to you. “Put on a show for him. He’s watching.”

“August?” You give him a small nod, reaching to move your panties aside, you are drenched. Your body still rolling over top of him. One look up at him, and you nod, giving him permission to touch you. “I won’t do this if you’re not okay with it.”

“If I wasn’t okay with it, I wouldn’t have my pussy spread open for you. I want him to pay.”

“This is only a business agreement.”

“Exactly,” you agree, moaning when his finger slides up your slit. Giving your clit a roll between his finger and thumb, he pushes two fingers into your core, and you are no longer pretending when you whimper at how well he fills you up with only two thick fingers. Looking down to watch him pumping in and out of you.

“Son of a bitch!” August hits the table, and slides his chair away from the screens. “Fucking whore!”

“Isn’t that her job?” Rita laughs. It served him right. August and Calvin could play their little games with you and Ari, but they were idiots. Wanted to start selling you because of Ari’s interest, and then get pissed off when he enjoyed his merchandise.

August looks back at the screen as Ari spits down into your hole, his other hand grabbing at your tender nipple, and pulls. Making you move closer to him. “Fuck my fingers, and tell me what they’re planning.”

With your body hunching over him, you lean into his neck, and no one was any the wiser as to what you were doing. No one could see your mouth moving, or what you were saying. All they could see was you rising and falling onto his fingers. Viewing your legs quivering as your walls clench tight around him.

“Growl all you want to, August. He paid for ‘the flesh in between her legs’. Now how will you ever stack up to him?”

“You’re a bitch just like she is.”

“And she’s the product, isn’t she? That’s what you and Calvin wanted. I believe she’s doing her job well. Enjoying herself in the process,” August grits his teeth when your head tilts back on your shoulders, and you ride over Ari like a crazed woman. Tits bouncing in his face when he sucks on one of your hardened buds. “Don’t be jealous. You can’t sell sex, and get jealous when people enjoy your wares.”

“I’m not jealous.”

“Then quit getting hard.”

“Get out of here!” He yells, and Rita slowly backs away from him. He had an erection that needed to be tended to. He’s just thankful that all you were feeling was Ari’s fingers, and not something else. It was almost time.

Ari wipes at his beard as he gets into the car. Looking out in the city lights, “The house better be prepared. I need her out, and need myself to go missing. You’ll be in charge, but I’ll be the one driving. Understand?”

“Yes, sir,” his assistant responds. Not making a comment about the state of Ari’s clothes, or the red bruises on his neck. Didn’t want to mention how Ari kept making excuses to have his hand near his mouth, or was constantly readjusting his pants. “What did you find out?”

“They want to overthrow me. Ahh,” he lets out an evil laugh, looking back at the Dirty Martini, “They’ve made an enemy of Dulce though. She wants blood.”

“She wants your dick.”

“And she can have it whenever she wants. But she’s much more valuable than that. Have a jet ready. We move tomorrow night.”

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imaginativeavengers · 2 years

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We know that stucky is protective over reader, but to what extent?

I mean how do they react when she sneezes continuously, falls, hurts/ cuts/ burns herself (accidentally ofcourse)

I can imagine them being really protective.

Holding out hands for her to walk down stairs

Ensuring that she gets yearly flu shots

Keeping an eye out for any dangers whilst out

Picking up hot things before she has the chance to

Kissing her bruises and bumps better

I feel like Steve would take up the role of tending to her wounds, like if she took a tumble in an expensive pair of shoes then he would be the first to sitting her down and cleaning any cuts and then placing a plaster over the area.

Then I feel like Bucky would be in charge of all the aftercare, sitting her down with him, holding her into his side, maybe holding an ice pack to the swollen or aching area whilst Steve see's to making her a nice meal.

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The Devil’s Masquerade

Pairing: Andy Barber x reader (Mafia/Vampire/Soft!Darkish AU)

Word Count: 2,965

Summary: You didn’t even want to go to the Holiday ball in the first place but turns out you never really had a choice.

Author’s Note: This is for the ‘Tis the Season to be Thot-y’ writing challenge! 🥰My gift is for my love Ali @maladaptivexxdaydreaming and my dialogue prompt was: “oh hey, mistletoe” (which I changed only slightly), and my festive device was ‘Christmas Party.” And my babe was Mr. Andy Barber. I hope you enjoy this my sweet friend. The Mafia/Vampire/Soft!dark themes are subtle but I do hope it all comes together. I was so happy to write this for you! Love you so❤️ Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always!❤️❤️❤️ DIvider by my sweet Daisy @firefly-graphics Thank you love!💕 And the edit below is one of my faves done by my lovely friend Nix.

Warnings: light soft!dark maybe implying stalking, vampire induced haze bc you know they do that lol, maybe implied smut, mafia themes- anything I missed let me know :)

EDIT IS NOT MINE: My friend Nix made this edit and I love it to the moon and bag! Thank you beauty! 💕

“Do I really have to go to this party?”

Your friend and coworker, Nat, turns your way, her eyes narrowing. “Yes and it’s really more like a Holiday ball!”

“Who hosts a ball on a Friday night?” you ask with a frown. “I’m tired!”

“Oh stop,” Nat says, waving you off. “We bought that gorgeous dress last week and you’re going to look amazing and have the best time!”

“We don’t even know him! He never comes to the office and we only hear whisperings about him. I bet he doesn’t even show up to his own party!” you state.

“Complain all you want babe. You’re going because I’m going and you can’t leave me alone!” she says, her face full of determination.

“Fineeee,” you draw out with a sigh. “But when you find me asleep with my champagne it’ll be your fault!”

You’re just touching up your make up when you get the notification the car is here to pick you up. In a flurry of flowy fabric and rushed footsteps you make your way down the steps of your apartment and onto the street.

“I can’t believe they sent cars to drive everyone,” you say on an exhale when you slide into the backseat next to Nat.

“I know!” she squeals. “So fancy!”

When you arrive at the estate you’re momentarily rendered speechless. The wrought iron gates are intricately designed and swing open with ease to allow the car to drive up the winding gravel road. The house looms in the distance, sitting atop a hill, framed by large evergreen trees that are all decorated for the Holidays.

“Wow,” Nat says quietly.

“Wow is right,” you agree, never taking your eyes off the scene before you.

“I mean he is the owner of the company so…,” Nat muses.

“He would be rich, right?” you finish.

She nods, her eyes wide.

The driver gets out and opens the door, taking your hand to help you out. You look around, trying to take in all the elegance that surrounds you. The house has an old world feel with towering spires and balconies made of stone and brick.

Wreaths hang from the countless windows and garland is draped over and around the door. The lights only enhance the beauty of it all. It’s festive while still being romantic.

“I can’t wait to see what the inside looks like,” you mutter.

The double doors swing open as if on cue and you step foot into the large foyer, tilting your head back to look up at the lofty ceilings.

Your friend Matt rushes over to you, his eyes wide with excitement.

“You guys are here!” he says, out of breath. “Isn’t this place insane!”

He looks over your shoulder as the doors begin to close, his eyebrows drawing together when he sees the car pull away.

“Did you guys come in a car?” Matt asks.

You can only nod, your eyes continuing to scan the interior of the house.

The walls are adorned with sconces that hold long and thin candles, their light flickering with the arrival of more guests. The hallway is framed in ornate wood molding and the rug is plush and decorative.

“That’s weird,” Matt continues. “I had to drive here myself.”

“Maybe only the girls get special treatment,” you say distractedly.

Matt’s face remains pinched together in thought and only when Nat speaks does he focus again.

“Have you seen him yet?” Nat asks Matt.

“Seen who?” you ask, still looking around the foyer.

“The boss,” Nat whispers, tugging on your arm.

Matt shakes his head no. “Not yet but wait until you see the rest of this place.”

You finally drag your eyes away and let them settle on your friends. “I told you…he probably isn’t even here!”

You’re quickly escorted from the foyer and down a long hallway, the walls ornamented with fairy lights that hang and drape over every corner and small and glittering stars that twinkle every time they catch the light.

It’s enchanting and you easily get lost in the glow of it all.

“What are we drinking?” Nat asks when you enter the main hall.

“Let’s get some champagne and have a look around,” you tell her.

You walk over to one of the many bars, thanking the bartender and sipping your drink as you continue to take the whole scene in.

“This place must be massive,” you say quietly. “I wish we could explore!”

Nat giggles next to you, her attention focused on a man across the room.

“What are you staring at?” you ask as you follow her line of sight. “Oh.”

“I know right, right?” she whispers. “He keeps smiling at me. I think I’ve seen him around the office once or twice.”

“And now he’s coming over here!” you say quickly, pressing yourself closer to her.

The man throws Nat a megawatt smile and introduces himself as Steve. He starts chatting with Nat and even though he tries to keep you included in the conversation your concentration is not on him but someone else entirely.

As if in a trance you stare at the man and a shiver runs down your spine. He’s tall with broad shoulders that fill out the jacket of his tuxedo and his full and dark beard frames a beautiful face. You’re inexplicably drawn to him, every nerve of your body alive with electricity as you hold his intense gaze.

He lifts his glass to you with a slight tilt of his head before he disappears into the crowd.

You sway with the realization that the enchantment is gone and Nat looks over at you, concern etched on her face.

“You ok?” she asks.

“Yes, yes, I’m fine,” you assure her, downing the rest of your drink and setting it on the bar. “I’m just going to go find the restroom.”

“Are you sure?” Nat says, eyeing you.

“I’m sure,” you tell her before giving her a wink and moving off in search of the mystery man.

You weave through the crowd, your eyes constantly scanning the room for him but it’s as if he’s vanished. It isn’t until you reach the end of the hall and meet a set of large wooden doors, one slightly ajar and you feel that familiar tingling skittering over your skin.

With a cautious push you slip through the door and instantly find yourself wrapped in darkness. On a sharp inhale you feel for the door, your heart hammering against your chest as you try to find your way out.

“Leaving so soon?”

The voice startles you even more and you plaster yourself to the wall, frantically searching the darkness for the source.

A small flame flashes at the end of the room and then as if by magic all the candles lining the wall burst with brightness, flooding the space with light and illuminating the figure standing in the corner.

“I’m sorry,” you stammer. “I think I got lost.”

Your fingers fumble along the wall in constant search for the door but your eyes stay locked on the man as he approaches.

“The door is just a few more inches to your left sweetheart,” he says softly but with a small smile.

Your hand closes around the doorknob and you turn it but find yourself unable to leave.

“Enjoying the party?” he asks with a smirk.

“This house is beautiful. I was only hoping to see more of it,” you say.

His dark eyelashes lower and he moves closer.

“Are you sure you didn’t come in here looking for me?”

Realizing you’re blatantly staring at him; you glance back at the door.

“Why would I do that?” you answer.

He gives you a light chuckle and his eyes sparkle with mischief.

“I’d love to give you a tour. I know my way around very well.”

He holds out his hand, his long fingers enticing as they beckon you to him.

“I think I should go find my friends,” you murmur.

With a raise of his eyebrows, he waits, his hand still lingering in the space between you.

“You’ll miss the garden. It’s breathtaking.”

“Garden?” you say with whispered reverence.

Your fingers tremble as you reach for him, still a bit dazed, and when his hand closes around yours a spark of heat shoots across your skin.

He grins at you, his smile knowing before he leads you toward a door at the other end of the room. He holds the door open and ushers you through then extends his arm for you to take. You hesitate but relent when he smiles warmly.

“How do you know your way around so well?” you ask as you take in the décor of the new space. “Do you know the owner?”

His head falls back with laughter and his eyes crinkle with mirth. You dip your head to hide your embarrassment but he quickly spins you to face him and presses his fingers under your chin, lifting your face.

His blue eyes are intense, the color so radiant it’s startling and when you open your mouth to apologize his fingers slip free and he presses one to your soft lips, leaving you breathless.

“I do,” he begins. “Very well in fact.”

His smile is back and his thumb swipes across your bottom lip as he releases you. He studies every feature of your face with open appreciation.

“And to answer your question…I am the owner.”

You go still, once again unable to meet his eyes, your hands wringing together over your stomach.

“Mr. Barber, I’m so sorry. I had no idea.”

“Please honey, it’s Andy.”

“I didn’t know…we’ve never met…”

“Shhh,” he says softly. “I know.”

You audibly swallow, the sound echoing in your ears, before you look up again, still flustered. You introduce yourself and start to tell him the department you work in but he interrupts your string of words.

“I know who you are,” he states. “And the department you work in. You’re excellent at what you do.”

You skin heats under his praise and you quietly give him thanks.

“Shall we?” he asks, holding his arm out.

You curl your fingers around his bicep and fall into step next to him.

He gives you a detailed tour of every room you visit, his words rich with history and adoration.

“You’ve collected quite a stunning array of artifacts Mr. Barber. I’m very impressed.”

“Please sweetheart, it’s Andy. I insist.”

You turn your attention to him and you tremble under his piercing gaze, the urge to be near him almost overwhelming. His eyes trail across your face, seeming to linger on our mouth before lifting back to your eyes.

“Andy,” you murmur before looking away and distracting yourself with a painting that hangs on the wall.

In your rush to escape his charm you fail to notice the way his eyes darken and his tongue traces over his lips at the sound of his name falling from your mouth.

Before you can ask about the painting he’s pressed to your back, his body hard against the soft contours of your own.

He leans down, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he whispers, “this is a personal favorite of mine.”

“Oh,” you breathe out, swaying in his arms as you try to study the art.

“This one is titled, ‘Demon seated in a Garden.’ It was painted by Mikhail Vrubel in 1890. The original.”

Your quiet gasp has him gently squeezing your waist and humming with pleasure.

“I love to collect beautiful things,” he murmurs, tightening his grip on your waist.

He holds you long enough to leave you breathless then let’s go slowly, his hands caressing your curves in the process. He walks to the French doors across the room and stands peering out into the night.

The moonlight shines through the glass panes, bathing him in an ethereal glow and you find your feet moving of their own accord, every step taking you closer until your shoulder brushes his.

You stare out into the garden and your breath hitches, the beauty like nothing you’ve ever seen.

“I knew you would love it,” he simpers. “All your favorites.”

He sweeps his arm out, keeping his eyes on the garden even as yours widen in shock.

“My favorites…?” you whisper, the rest of your words caught in your throat. “But…”

“Come sweetheart. Let me show you.”

Without waiting he takes your hand and opens the door, the cool night breeze blowing over your skin and carrying the fragrant aroma of flowers.

The space is large, extending out past the house and into the wooded area behind, but long strings of lights hang from canopies and trees, illuminating the foliage in sparkles of light.

“Oh my god,” you gush. “It’s magnificent.”

You let go of his hand and move from one flowering plant to the next, smelling and softly touching each one.

The scene before you almost makes you forget his suggestive words from earlier and it isn’t until he speaks that you remember he’s even there.

“I’m so glad you’re happy,” he says. “I was hoping you’d love it.”

You spin around to face him and your smile fades, your unease rushing back in waves.

“I don’t understand,” you say quietly. “You don’t even know me.”

Andy steps into your space and you’re hit with the smell of something musky and woodsy then the overlying scent of the flowers drifts over you and you’re intoxicated, the urge to bury your face in his strong neck and run your fingers through his thick beard overwhelming you.

His eyes glitter as they fall to yours, tension springing between you as his gaze darkens with heat.

“I know all about you honey. I always make sure to keep a close eye on my employees.”

He leans closer to whisper in your ear, goose bumps shivering down your neck at the ghost of his words on your skin.

“Or at least the one I want.”

Your eyelashes kiss your cheeks, your body melting into his even as your mind screams at you that this is inappropriate.

“Want?” you breathe out, fighting the spell he has over you. “How do you even…?”

“I know people…I have eyes and ears everywhere.”

He doesn’t bother to divulge any more information as he presses his fingertips to the small of your back and drags you closer.

“Do you know what kind of flower this is?” he asks when he tears his eyes from yours and tilts his head back.

You pull your eyes away from him and look up, noting the drooping evergreen bush that hangs from the branch of the willow tree above you.

“Oh…that’s mistletoe.”

He nods with a smile.

“Do you know anything about mistletoe sweetheart?”

“Only that most species are poisonous and parasitic.”

You continue to look at the plant rather than him, the feel of having him so close muddling your thoughts and making your body ache with an undeniable need.

“Did you know it was once believed to have magical powers?”

“No…only that there is a tradition about kissing under it.”

When you say these last words your eyes drop back to his and his head dips lower. You swallow hard, knowing you should physically retreat but you can’t find the willpower.

“Yes and the action was believed to lead inevitably to marriage,” he murmurs, his eyes trained on your mouth.

You’re not evening listening to his words at this point, your sole focus on his lips. His eyes are hooded and his arm wraps around your waist, hauling you impossibly closer.

You both still at the press of your bodies together, your eyes locking and your breath catching at the heat in his eyes.

“The garden is full of everything you love. I’ve been paying close attention to every little detail,” he winks. “I can’t wait to show you all of it.”

“I still don’t understand,” you say, willing yourself to think clearly.

“There’s nothing for you to understand honey. I have everything under control,” he says with a saccharine smile.

“How can you know all this about me? I’ve never seen you at the office…”

You repeat your words from earlier, grasping at any semblance of control and reason.

“I’ve always been watching and as I said before…I know people.”

“But…,” you stammer, “who do you know?”

His face is only a breath away from yours and it’s impossible to wrench yourself away.

“People who help me get what I want,” he whispers.

You inhale a small gasp, pressing your hand to his hard chest and trying feebly to escape his embrace.

He smirks as if he knows how he affects you.

“And I always get what I want,” he simpers.

All your thoughts fade from existence the moment his soft lips press to yours and you can’t stop your hands from smoothing along his chest and wrapping around his neck. Your dizzy with the sensation of his mouth and hands, the smell of him, the feel of his hardness pressed against you.

You pull back only for lack of air, all of yours drained from your lungs with his kiss. He tightens his hold on you, dragging his knuckles up your arm to caress your bare shoulder before he wraps his fingers around your neck and tilts your head back.

His nose brushes along your throat, his soft inhale making you tremble in his arms and when he presses his lips to your pulse point you whimper out his name. Your blood moves like fire through your veins and when he drags his fangs across your skin you feel as if you’ll come apart in his hands.

“I’ve waited so long for you,” he murmurs into your skin. “Too long.”

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Rich Mans World Ch. 7

Rich Mans World Series | Chapter 6 | Donations | Thoughts & Feelings

Waking up to see Chris sleeping beside you was a weird thing to see, usually you both went to bed at different times, and he usually woke up before you. Seeing him beside you was almost comforting. He looked so young and peaceful, almost like he’d wake up any minute and ask you to go hiking today or lounge by the pool in the sun, ignoring the world all around you both…almost like a summer romance. You smiled softly, bringing a finger up to very softly trace over his nose, down to his lips. His skin was so soft, like daisy petals after a rainstorm.

You smiled as his lips pursed out in his deep slumber; you knew getting close would be bad, dangerous even. Tears began to brim your eyes. You’d never know love, admiration, or fierce protection. Chris would never see you as more than someone he was forced to marry. You had to prove a point, you weren’t weak, you were a boss. Someone who would be feared by many people. You owed it to yourself to gain that power. You withdrew your hand, the moment of delicacy passing; blinking your eyes quickly, Chris began to stir. You moved away, getting out of bed as he yawned. “Good morning,” his husky voice filled with sleep brought an unwanted smile to your face. You turned looking back at him, allowing him to see you smile. “Good morning, I was just about to get dressed and head down for breakfast…Wanna join me?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

Chris grinned and sat up on his elbow, “We could eat breakfast here maybe? Just the two of us…” he rubbed your side of the bed, causing you to laugh. “Actually it’s beautiful out, I figured we could enjoy breakfast by the pool this morning. I just have a few calls to Emma to make and then I’m relaxing until the party tonight. Poolside relaxation is much needed.” You said getting up and walking toward the closet. Chris chuckled, “Pool side? So you’re gonna be a in a bikini all day? I could probably take a day off….enjoy the view,” he wiggled his eyebrows as you grinned over your shoulder and walked into your closet. Minutes passed and Chris Knocked on the closet door “hey I’m heading down to the pool. I’ll see you out there gorgeous,” he called out. You poked your head around the corner from where your drawers were. “Okay, I’ll be down in a few,” you smiled before disappearing again.

After a while Chris was beginning to wonder where you were. He got up and headed inside to overhear you talking to someone in the kitchen. He rounded the corner to see you, talking to Ms. Heidi, the kitchen aid, she spoke quickly in Spanish, it sounded rushed and anxious. He watched as you nodded and pulled her in for a hug. You spoke back to her in fluent Spanish, smiling a small, sad smile. She wiped her eyes as she pulled back from the hug and you waved your hand at the kitchen, telling her something else before she nodded and walked away. ”I didn't know you spoke Spanish?” Chris asked, stepping into the kitchen fully.

You turned and gave him a little smile “yeah, my nana was from Spain and she taught me that language shouldn’t be a barrier to helping others. I’m pretty fluent in a lot of languages…did you not ask questions about me when you approached my father about marrying me?” You asked as you moved around the kitchen. “I…asked a few questions, when he approached me, about me marrying you, to save his life,” Chris clapped back with an attitude. You looked at him and rolled your eyes “I’m not surprised. He’d throw ma under the bus if it meant saving his leg. Anyways, I gave Ms. Heidi, the rest of the weekend off, I’ll be cooking for us this weekend.” You said looking at him “her mom is dying,” he nodded and walked around the island “need help with breakfast?” He smiled down at you before taking in your outfit “damn,” he whispered as you laughed softly “hush it’s a black bikini. I’m sure you’ve seen better looking bodies,” you rolled your eyes and turned to finish breakfast.

Chris watched you cook, the small black bikini made your skin look more tan, almost like a Caramel syrup on vanilla ice cream, he’d brush against you or lightly touch you every chance he got. Your dark hair was in a braid down your back under your big black hat. He could watch you all day long. Without realizing it he began to picture a future with you.

You had a baby on your hip walking around the kitchen, then he pictured a high chair by the island, a toddler sitting on the counter “helping you” as the baby sat in the high chair eating eggs. You turned to him and grinned, pulling the toddler onto your hip. “Christopher has swimming lessons out in the pool today and It’s Jack’s official first day of swimming lessons. Do you think you’d be able to join us?” You smiled at him, Chris grinned and got up, walking around the island he kissed you deeply, “of course. Wouldn’t miss this for the world.” He whispered against your lips, a hand resting on the small bump you had.

You tapped the counter in front of him causing him to blink and look around the kitchen before looking at you. You raised an eyebrow at him. “Did you hear me?” You asked as he grabbed his coffee and swallowed it down. “Uh no. Sorry,” he said quietly. You laughed a little “just wanted to know if you wanted crispy hash browns” you smiled a little. Chris smiled up at you from his spot, “that’s perfect,” he said watching you smile and head back to cooking. ,” he watched you smile before going back to cooking. “Mind if I put on some music?” he asked as you shook your head. “Nah, go for it.” The song “River” by Leon Bridges filled the speakers.

And for a while, it was all normal. Chris would wave off his men before you laid eyes on them, you both sat and ate breakfast, the music filling the kitchen as you both stole glances at each other. After breakfast, Chris told you to go out to the pool and he’d join you momentarily. He let the crew know he would be unavailable today, and unless it was a 911 emergency, then don’t bother him.

As you relaxed by the pool, deciding if you wanted to swim, you thought about how life could be with Chris. Was this going to always be this way or would things change? You didn't want to, but you felt yourself giving into the idea that he could be a very romantic, sweet, man, who could love you unconditionally. But truth be told, you didn’t know much about romance; your fathers idea of romancing your mother was staying home on a Saturday night instead of out screwing whatever his flavor of the week was.

Would Chris keep cheating on you? Or would he start to value your marriage? You didn’t want to think about it much more, getting lost in your feelings would be the worst thing to happen. You needed to clear your head, and going for a swim would be ideal. You stood, removing the sheer white cover and taking your hat and sunglasses off, you kicked off your heels and walked over to the stairs of the pool.

Chris watched from the kitchen window, feeling his mouth go dry as he watched the water slowly lap up over your skin. He felt himself move to the back door before stepping through. He’d never wanted someone as badly as he wanted you at that moment. He wanted to take you right there in the pool, let the entire world watch as he made you scream out in pleasure. He moved forward, before stopping in his tracks, at the sight before him.

Sebastian stood at the edge of the pool smiling down at you as you came up you grinned as he spoke before you laughed and threw your head back. You swam over and came up out of the pool, running your hands over your hair to remove the water from your braid. Sebastian licked his lips as he watched water droplets run from your throat down into the valley of your breasts. “Aw, getting out so soon? I wanted to enjoy a swim with my wife!” Chris chuckled as he came up beside Sebastian.

It was only a second, not even a whole second, like a mil-a-second but Chris saw your eyes light up as the grin took over your features. “Well let's get back in then,” you grinned before looking back at Sebastian, “Bye Seb! See ya later!” You turned and jumped back in the pool. “We need to talk later,” Chris told Sebastian before he jumped into the pool after you, causing you to laugh as you came up for air.

Half the day was spent in the pool, swimming, laughing and just enjoying your time together with no interruptions. You and Chris laughing, splashing, swimming. Around lunch, a man in his mid 40’s came out with two trays of food, fruits covered one and a couple of deli sandwiches on the other. “New guy?” You asked as you watched the man walk back to the door, “Just for a week, wanted to give Ms. Heidi enough time off,” Chris shrugged while taking a bite of fruit and popping it into his mouth.

You looked at him and smirked a little, “Turning soft on me now?” You laughed softly and took another bite of fruit. Chris watched you before chuckling to himself. “Not entirely, it just seemed like something…you would have done.” He said, glancing back up at you after picking up his beer. You nodded a little, a smile taking over your features. “That’s exactly what I would have done.” You stood and stretched, “I’m going to start getting cleaned up for tonight, I’ll meet you downstairs around 8pm?” You glanced back toward him as he smiled watching you walk away. “See you at 8pm beautiful,”

You came downstairs wearing a white flowy dress that gave off major 70’s vibes with a pair of white Go-Go boots. Your hair was curled and flipped out, feathered and just full of volume. You grinned at Seb who wore a maroon suit to fit in with the theme of the evening. Chris wore a blue button down shirt with white pants. You grabbed your bag and looked at him “Separate cars? I know sometimes you want to leave after I'm ready to go,” you said putting in the large hoop earrings. “Nah, we can ride together, Tommy and Anthony can ride together and follow us. Sebastian can drive us.” he gave a tight lipped smile to Seb who nodded. “Right, this way.”

After arriving at the club, everything rushed before your eyes, dancers, loud music, hundreds of drinks, you had no idea this event was going to be so popular. You met up with some friends, laughing and enjoying yourselves before you looked around and saw Sebastain upstairs glancing around. “I’ll be back!” you grinned walking away. As you spoke to others who’d come at the request of your husband and his connections, their wives all gave you a small nod with a smile. They didn’t like you, which wasn't your fault. You got to marry the sexiest man that ran a crew, the top crew at that. It was envy, nothing more.

You walked upstairs and smiled sweetly at Sebastian, “How’s it going? Is he busy?” you ask with a small smile and look around. A blonde man sat back within one of the VIP lounge areas that had curtains draped back for a little privacy. He locked eyes with you and smirked slightly, you smiled and looked back at Sebastian. “Where’s Chris?” you asked as he glanced at you.

“Y/N…I-how's the fundraiser going? Making a lot of money?” he asked, trying to change the subject. “Yes. Now where is my husband?” you asked more sternly. Glancing around the club you saw him, an arm around each girl, switching from one to the other making out. You stared in a daze. Why did you continue to believe him when he would tell you he’d change? When he would say that he loved you? You were a fucking idiot. “Sebastian, pay attention to my husband, I have business to take care of.”

You looked back down at him before turning around and smiling at the blonde man. “I take it you're here to meet with my husband? I am so sorry, it has just been crazy and he’s tied up with something at the moment. I hope that everything is to your liking.” You spoke as you walked into the alcove, Sebastian could hear the anger and tension in your voice. This particular one had dark red walls and a bright red couch that sat in a half circle shape. Then a table sat in the middle with a black mirrored top, glasses and beer bottles scattered all over the table with joints, cigars and white powder substances.

“I’m Tristan, you must be….” he grabbed your hand while kissing your knuckles as you smiled. “I’m Y/N Evans, Chris is my husband. Are you enjoying yourself?” you asked as he grinned. “Mrs. Evans, you’ve thrown a lovely party.” “Ah, fundraiser,” You corrected him with a smile. “I wanted to ensure that the Children’s ward at our local hospital would be able to give their patients the utmost care. No matter the cost.” you spoke looking around the club. People were dancing, singing, drinking, and making donations. It was going great. Until Tristan spotted your husband with two women. “I take it you and your husband have an arrangement?” he grinned at you. “No, he’s about to be castrated while I handle the business aspect of our lives. Mr….?” you stared at him, waiting to hear his last name, and he smirked down at you; “Call me Tristan.”

You spoke with Tristan for a good 20-30 minutes before apologizing for your husband's rude absences once more. Tristan agreed that this wasn’t how he was prepared for this evening to go, and you nodded, slipping him a card with a time on it, “Please we would be delighted if you would join us for lunch tomorrow, here at the club, Chris will be alert and ready to talk business. We thank you for coming this evening,” you smiled softly as he nodded to one of his gentlemen. “I’d like to make a donation, if that’s alright with you ma’am,” he took a bundle of cash from the man behind him and laid it in your hand. “This is…..my gosh, Tristan, thank you so much, this is very kind of you,” you graciously took the donation of $15,000 and handed it off to your assistant, telling her to add it to the rest of the money. “I love doing a good deed.” He bent down and placed a kiss on your cheek, before leaving with his men. You watched him go before looking over at Sebastian who stood at the railing, watching the men exit the club.

As they walked toward the exit, Tristan leaned over to his right hand man, “I want to know everything about Mrs. Y/N Evans.”

You walked over to the railing, and stood next to Sebastian watching as Chris had his arms around 2 women. More eyeing him as they passed. “Do you think…….do you think he’ll ever be faithful to me Sebastian?” You asked, glancing over to him. He looked from Chris to you as he mulled over his opinion. You smirked with a chuckle “when I was a kid, I had this idea that the man I’d marry would love me. Silly of me, of course being just a child, I wouldn’t have known he’d never be into his wife.” You watched him kissing their necks, groping them in a booth in the corner. “I don’t think he knows how to be faithful,” Sebastian said next to you, while you looked up at him.

“I always knew I’d be married one day, but I figured you know we’d be this strong powerful couple, the colliding of two empires, I, my fathers, and he, his fathers. We’d take the world by storm….be madly in love while we did too. It’s silly, but when I was a bit younger, I’d dreamt about when I’d finally make love to my husband,” you laughed shallowly. Sebastian eyed you, your smile was stunning. He’d thought you were beautiful the day he saw you in your fathers house. “There would be candles, and roses,….rose petals….oh and champagne. Which, I don’t even know what it tastes like but I remember thinking ‘all grown ups like champagne, so I know I will too,’' you laughed again. “I take it he didn’t do all that?” Sebastian asked with a raised eyebrow. “I’ve never had sex with my husband, Sebastian. We’ve showered together once, and that was it; and even then…. He was called away for a business phone call.” You shrugged, biting your lip. “I should leave before he sees me, I’ll have Anthony drive me home, have a good night Sebastian,” you said, before he grabbed your arm softly. “I’ll drive you Home, Y/N.” You smiled sweetly, “That's okay Sebastian, My husband will need someone to warn him about the wrath he’ll face when he gets home.” you said kissing his cheek before you turned away. “Take me home Anthony, I’m done watching my husband get off to other women.”

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flordeamatista · 9 months

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𝗣𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗪𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗙𝗶𝗿𝗲

pairing: bodyguard!ari levinson x mafia!princess reader

concept: You intrigue me, moving on top of me, touching my lips here and there, and I am enveloped by more desire.

word count: 3.5k

warnings: bratty reader, desire, lust, p— in-v, edging, dirty talk, degradation, rough sex, unprotected sex, praise, mature themes, small gun violence at the night club, teasing, nickname ──(Princess, Sweetheart)

a/n: Thank you @sunshinebuckybarnes and @lookiamtrying for always being the finest menaces, and I know this is a few months late, but here it is.

lovely beta: Thank you so much @writing-for-marvel for listening to all the ideas I had for this story and for always lifting my spirits. @lunarbuck Thanks for always telling me it wasn't a silly dream and for always encouraging me. lots of love for you both.

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The sky burns higher and higher, love, is fire too scary for you

Stepping into the house, the sound of your designer red heels striking the marble floor blasts through the foyer like a raging fire storm. Your unyielding determination and boiling-hot rage shines through every step you take.

His eyes are dominated by a blue hue that seems to numb your energy.

He glares at you as if you are nothing more than air; as if he didn't intend to acknowledge your presence.

You want to reach out and rip that icy gaze off his face. No one ever ignores you in such a manner in this state, or anywhere else for that matter.

“You’re destroying my life!" Your voice reverberates through the walls as you throw anything within reach to express your seething hatred for him.

Ari can’t help but take a deep breath, feeling your shouts stab at his head like spears.

"Why don't you just leave me alone?" You snarl through gritted teeth as you tear off your heels, aiming them at his face. “You know, I could hire someone to get rid of you."

For the one single night when all you want is freedom, he’s here trying to drag you out of the car. You tried escaping by hiding in the backseat of your friend's car, but you never got to the gate. You didn't have time to enjoy your freedom before Ari Levinson dragged you away.

Your humiliation reached its peak when he laughed, mocking your position as a mafia princess who has to beg her own bodyguard to stay away from her. The laughter sent ripples of anger and shame shooting through your veins.

"Do it, Princess." He smirks mockingly. “I would love to see them try."

Your nails dig deep into the flesh of your palms as you clench them tightly together. You scream at the top of your lungs as you ascend the stairs to your room.

Ari can still hear faint echoes of your cries drifting through the hallway until they slowly die away completely. His thoughts drift as he picks up your heels and walks up to your room, murmuring to himself, "This spoiled princess wants to be a brat."

Having no escape, no freedom, I will shake the world to get what I want.

There is something magical about dancing as rainbow-like colors illuminate the room around you, every move creating a small firework. As the music plays, the room fills with a sweet smell of sweat and perfume that only enhances the experience. Your arms move through the air and your feet bounce in step with the beat. Closing your eyes, you let go of everything else as you reach for the sky with wide eyes and a contagious smile in your heart.

The music plays, and you laugh to yourself, knowing he will probably kill you because of what you did.

“There she is!” You turn to see your best friend, Irnia. Her eyes twinkle with mischief as she hands you a glass filled to the brim with sparkling golden liquid. "How did you escape that beefy dreamy bodyguard of yours?"

A smirk appears on your lips as you sip the drink. “He’s wet and trapped in a bathroom with a broken door knob."

Through careful planning, you managed to lock Ari in the bathroom and break his doorknob. You collected your phone, along with other items he had hidden to keep track of you, and escaped. Your only desire was to hear him grunt in anger when he realized you had outsmarted him. But his blue eyes had lost their intensity long ago; they could never keep up with his work.

The music pulses through the club's veins, coursing through the air and pushing people to dance and laugh. With joy, drinks are thrown back and mouths are wide open.

There is a flicker before the lights go out, plunging everyone into darkness. Screams of surprise echo off the walls. As panic grips the crowd, hands grasp each other desperately in search of an escape.

You suddenly realize, as you feel yourself being pushed by the crowd, that your exit plan is stuck at home because you had locked him in.

Chaos in your mind leaves you speechless, and words cannot describe how fear engulfs you and flushes out the light.

Your finger trembles at the trigger of your gun, and your heart races in anticipation. A cold bead of sweat rolls down your forehead and mingles with the night's warmth, washing away what remains of your sense of security.

You take a deep breath and lunge forward, gripping your gun tightly as if it’s a lifeline.

A frantic noise outside causes a chill to grip your body, so you raise your weapon and cry as tears slowly trail down your cheeks. A burning white light weighs down on you, making breathing even more difficult.

The burning white lights mock you with what they can't provide.

Safety.

If you close your eyes, all you can see are a pair of familiar ocean blue eyes.

Ari had insisted you carry a handgun strapped to your leg and taught you how to use it, although he kept a distance from you. “It’s either your life or theirs. These men will not hesitate to shoot. Are you prepared?" You suddenly feel as if he was protecting you with his advice.

Your gun is aimed at the door, ready to face whatever danger may arrive. It feels heavy, but you know it is worth the effort for the sake of your life.

You feel an icy chill run down your spine as the door of the club's restroom slams against the wall. Across the concrete floor, heavy boots stumble, their footsteps echoing like thunder in the darkness. One by one, the stall doors open, closing in around you and filling the room with the smell of sweat and fear.

You hear Ari's voice and you know you are safe, but still too far away from him. Gun in hand, you hold it tightly. It's just a matter of holding on so he can find you. An agonizing scream follows Ari's grunt and the thud of his fist hitting flesh.

Your heart races as terror washes over you and your throat dried up. You muster every ounce of courage to cry out for help, “Ari, I am in here, please! I'm sorr-y.”

I only know where I am, and anger is outside.

Rage coursed through Ari's veins when he heard you had disappeared on his watch. In his quest to protect you, he called every contact to trace your movements. In the club, he saw your ex-boyfriend marching toward you and felt a flood of desperation wash over him.

As instinct kicked in, he punched anyone who stood in his way with animalistic skill and ferocity. A body flew across the room with each blow, leaving the walls trembling. He heard your voice calling for help at that moment.

Ari surges through the crowd and slams the door of the stall. You stand there, trembling in fear, your gun shaking.

He immediately runs towards you, ready to take on any foe if need be. The gun falls from your hand and into his arms.

When Ari touches you, your knees weaken, and you feel at peace just seeing his crystal blue eyes. You embrace one another and time seems to stop as relief washes over you both. Tears of guilt roll down your cheeks as you apologize profusely for everything that happened.

While the stormy sky pours, I search for your caring touch.

A slow pounding of your heart fills the air as you tiptoe into Ari's bedroom. A gentle thunderstorm rages outside the window; the room smells like rain; the steady rhythm of the drops is loud in the background, providing some comfort.

When your eyes adjust to the darkness, you can see Ari's figure in bed. His long, dark beard frames his lips, adding a relaxed aura to his facial features. Moonlight and lightning flashes create an ethereal effect on Ari's face and body; his sculpted muscles move beneath the blankets, with a few chest hairs peeking out.

The protective wrap around his arm from when he saved you at the club catches your eye. He never spoke a word about it or blamed you. The contours of his body ache beneath your fingertips, but you remember what happened the last time you tried to get so close to him.

A lump forms in your throat as you slowly lay the blanket across Ari's chest. It had been a long night for both of you, and this man in front of you saved you without a hesitation.

You reluctantly turn around, ready to leave, when suddenly Ari grabs your wrist and pulls you onto the bed on top of him. His muscular arms wrap around your waist and hold you against his solid chest.

Your body relaxes in his embrace as you breathe in Ari's breath.

The sound of his voice rumbles as he searches for your eyes. "Where do you think you're going, Princess?" he asks in a husky voice as his fingers caress your skin.

There is a throbbing sensation in the pit of your stomach, as well as warmth spreading throughout your body. You are feeling the effects of his presence. Your heart races with tension and nervousness as you try to pull away, but there is an undeniable magnetism between you that won't let go.

You don’t want to show it, but a part of you wants to stay with Ari forever.

Looking for an excuse, you murmur "Away from you. Let me go." But it is too late, he knows you’re concerned for his health and doesn’t let go.

A smirk appears on Ari's face and he responds calmly. "Oh no, now you want to tell me what to do in my room? You were here for a reason, so why do you want to leave now? When I opened my eyes I saw you on top of me. Princess, I can touch whatever is in my room - care to tell me what brought you here?"

You reply firmly, your voice low. "Ari, you're injured and out of it. I just wanted to see if you needed anything. Now let me go, you idiot."

His smirk slowly fades away and is replaced by sadness. "Princess, there's only one thing that can heal my wounds.” He pauses, letting his words sink in. “Kisses from that bratty mouth of yours."

In one swift movement, he flips you over and hoveres his body above yours, one hand pinning your wrists above your head and the other brushing and grabbing your throat.

A smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he replies, "Kisses, Princess." With your face inches from his, you open your mouth to protest, only to have him shush you with a stern look in his eyes.

A mischievous gleam adorned his eyes as he whispered in your ear, "Let me taste those lips and a few other things I've been thinking about for months." He places his lips on your neck.

A part of him has always intrigued you which was why you couldn't leave him. You whisper softly, "Ari, you're insane," inviting him to stop you, but that is the last thing you want and he knows it.

Ari looks at you with lustful eyes. Teasingly, he asks, "Are you sure?". He glances downward to where your fingers are digging into his shoulders and groans. "The way you're touching me makes me think that you're not."

You bite your lower lip and throw caution to the wind as you push his shoulders, securing yourself back on top of Ari again. Your legs straddle his waist; you don’t want him to let go.

In a frenzy, you whimper yes, and his hands begin to lace their way up your body, unbuttoning your night top. Soon, you feel the cold air on your breasts and his thumbs touch your nipples. "You feel this, sweetheart?” Ari’s voice is a low whisper. “I’m going to make you mine."

For months, you've wanted to see him like this, to feel him. Now, after tonight, you’ll never see him again. Because of what happened at the club your parents deemed Ari unsuitable to be your bodyguard. It is your fault, and they said they would talk to him in the morning, but you had to see him now.

"I'm going to scream and you–," you whisper, trying to tease him.

The two of you lock eyes, and your lips part slightly. As his hands reach out for your face, he pulls you in for a kiss. Taking a deep breath, he breathes you in. When you feel his breath on your skin, it makes you shiver with need.

You feel like an invisible fire has been burning your bodies since the moment you touched him, a fire which has been burning for months without a way to slake its thirst. Moans and sighs of desire fill each other's mouths as your mouths collide desperately. When he touches your breasts, your heart skips a beat; every spot craving to be touched more. Ari tears your clothes off your body and you feel the sensation of him bare against yours.

“The screams will be my name and you moaning for me to keep fucking you, sweetheart.” He adjusts himself between your legs.

Euphoria erupting in your body and a pounding heart.

“You’re already wet for me, aren’t you, sweetheart?"

He can also see how close you are to surrendering completely to his dominance. The teasing look in his eyes gets under your skin, so you lift your legs up and arch your back towards him.

You feel his cock against you again, teasing your needy pussy for him.

Your lips whisper, "Please, Ari." As he watches you squirm, Ari raises his hips as if he is considering whether or not to enter you. A coy smile spreads across his face as he teases you around the edges of your pussy. He seems to enjoy it too much.

The more he teases you, the more irritated you become. You bite your lip and moan, the excitement of danger heightening your lust. You watch as he looks into your eyes to see how much you crave him. “Fuck you, Ari," you beg, despite yourself.

You feel as if your bones have melted under pressure, and your legs shake with pleasure and anticipation.

"My princess really wants it." The words spin in your mind intoxicatingly and put a clenching pressure on your core.

Just outside of where you need him most, his cock strokes up against you. Is this teasing? It's driving you crazy, but with pleasure instead of anger. Your skin tingles just thinking about him, as if his touch has already molded itself over your soul.

You squint, begging him to stop teasing you without words. Before now, you have never asked anyone for anything.

His hard thick length felt foreign and hot as it slowly eases its way into your entrance. With an animalistic growl, Ari thrusts inside all the way in one motion, sending thrills through your body. His slow, precise movements inside you have you clutching desperately onto his neck, digging your fingertips into his skin.

You intrigue me, moving on top of me, touching my lips here and there, and I am enveloped by more desire.

Each time he rotates his hips, a different nerve ending is stimulated, causing you to moan uncontrollably. He pulls back slightly before pushing into you again. Dropping down on his forearms, he leans over you with his lips never leaving yours.

“You can’t control yourself,” he murmurs into your mouth. “I think I can already feel you coming.”

He smirks and pulls out almost completely before slamming back inside of you. Every muscle in your body tenses up in anticipation as he teases you with all the sensations he has been denying you for months. “Do you want more? Are you ready to come for me?”

Ari slams hard into you and pulls away, taunting you. In an effort to keep him inside, you grasp onto him desperately. The more you plead, the more he retreats, only to push harder the next time.

"My naughty princess," he whispers, "you love this so much." Take a deep breath! His rhythm is slow and shallow, fucking his cock in and out of you before speeding up. With each impact, he slides an arm under your waist and lifts you up slightly as he drives his body faster and deeper than ever before. "Look at you," Ari growls deeply as he pumps into you ferociously. The only thing stopping him is your legs holding him tightly around the hips while smacking your ass as the bed posts shake. The sight of you panting through gritted teeth thrills Ari.

"Let go," Ari whispers hoarsely as he seals a kiss of desperate longing on your lips, giving the command that calms all drives your body.

A fire of passion ignites beneath the moon's gaze, as he steals kisses from my body in a husk of passion.

The air in the room is hot and heavy, and Ari's sweat-slicked forehead glows in the low light. His lips find your forehead first in a gentle kiss that feels like a long-awaited release. As you lift his hair from his face, he grabs your hand and kisses it. His hand slips lightly through your hand before lingering on your face. “Did I still destroy your life, but now with my cock?” he asks with a hint of a smirk.

You couldn’t help but giggle, and you playfully slapped his shoulder in response. “Shut up,” you whisper back. “I still want to kill you.”

Ari chucks as he kisses your protest away and flips you so that you straddle him. He cups his hands around your waist, gently guiding you onto him until you both gasp at the sensation of being connected as one. “How about you ride me to death, Princess?” he murmurs.

It was black outside and thunder rumbled, but inside the room was hot, red, and heavy with lust.

When a thunderclap resounds this night, your hands grip his chest tightly. Whatever may happen now, he will always be by your side to protect your heart.

A hungry, filthy eye watches it as lustful desire ignites around every corner

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kthynes · 1 year

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all bark no bite

18+

When Lloyd isn’t the big tough guy.

word count: 369

warnings: course language and all the funnies. Husband for Hire AU.

authors note: In my mind I’ve always presumed Lloyd to have the most outlandish fears. So this piece is in tune with his character.

There’s a reason why you named Cujo, Cujo. Not because he meant harm but because he was fiercely protective when unprovoked.

“Down, boy. Down!” Lloyd tirelessly spent the last half hour trying to calm your disastrous dog while you took the world's longest shower. “I said DOWN.”

Cujo growls, bearing his sizely incisors at Lloyd who is crouched on top of the island counter with a hand on his holster. This standoff ensued when Sergio dropped your dog off first thing in the morning with no further warning. It’s unfortunate because Lloyd was expecting your dog to be a cute ankle biter. Not some raging mutt with mommy issues and a bad groom.

“Fucking Christ.” Lloyd grits through his teeth, equally afraid and unequally impatient. Cujo rattles another round of loud, thunderous barks. “Go away you piece of shit.”

You hear all the commotion in your ascend. Hell you heard it in your soundproofed room. “Hey! Hey, what’s going— Cujo!”

You appear at the rounded archway, completely bright eyed.

The puppy’s demeanor changes instantaneously. His paws slide and click against the floor as he charges towards you. You drop and get on your haunches to be pummelled by a 40 pound dog.

“Oh bubba! I missed you so much!” You giggle, consumed in slobbery, dog kisses. Lloyd huffs and hobbles off the counter, relieved to be in your presence again and away from being live bait.

“You let him kiss you on the mouth like that?” He motions with disgust.

“I take it you’re not a dog person.” You pull away for air while giving your dog all the behind the ear scratches.

“Your dog is satanic.” He states while retrieving a glass of water for himself.

“Hence the name.” You smile. Lloyd looks incredibly good in his vulnerability. Pre-gelled hair disheveled, pouty lips that quiver ever so slightly. Eyes adrift as he tries to catch his every breath and steady his heartbeat, all at once. “Give it some time. He’ll come around and who knows, you two might be inseparable.”

“Not a chance. He stays out in the doghouse.”

“Says who?” You stand up.

“Says me.” You both are glaring at one another for a minute too long. He continues downing his water.

“C’mon Cujo, let’s go play in Lloyd’s room.” You deadpan while tugging slightly on your dogs collar. It’s a joke but it’s also a moving rhetoric. You don’t care about Lloyd’s order because you knew he was terrified of dogs. His restrained facial cues told you that.

“Y/N.” He groans.

“You’ll be fine, Hansen.” You sing down the hall and Cujo barks in agreement. “Get over yourself.”

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Rivals

A/N: Hi! Did I forget to post this a week ago? …maybe. Enjoy reading! I hope you’ll like it, please let me know. My inbox is always open if you wanna talk! You can also send requests, but it’ll take a while till I write them:)

Pairing: Mob!Lloyd Hansen x mob!reader

Summary: Reader is Lloyds biggest rival and they need to talk. Maybe reader should have called before arriving…

Warnings: smut, pwp, blowjob, voyeurism, exhibitionism, chasing, fingering, daddy kink, degradation, rough vaginal sex, anal play, creampie, dub-con kinda?

18+

You needed to talk to Lloyd. Now. Someone stole from you and you were sure it was someone from his side.

His men let you in, pointing you to his office- without knocking you walked in, immediately freezing in place when your gaze fell on the two people in front of you.

There he was. Getting his dick sucked by some bitch that was probably hoping for some special treatment or maybe couldn’t repay him whatever money she had borrowed. Lloyd's head was thrown back, his eyes closed and mouth agape. His white pants pushed down to his thighs, just enough for his cock to be free. It seemed rushed. And fuck, he really looked good like that. He was gripping the woman’s hair tightly in his fist, using her mouth like a toy. You could tell he didn’t care about anything beside his own pleasure, ignoring her gagging and her hitting his thighs when she choked on his dick.

“Open your eyes. Look at me” Lloyd's voice was slightly breathless but as stern as always.

You knew he wasn’t talking to the girl currently gasping for air when he let her come up from deepthroating his dick. Slowly you opened your eyes, meeting his gaze. He’s looking right at you. You feel like he might be looking into your soul… or imagining you naked.

Probably the last one.

For a moment you didn’t know what to do, just looking back at him as he winked at you. He fucking winked. A rush of Shame overcame you but also lust. You felt how wet you were. Your pussy throbbed with need.

You should go. You should’ve just opened the door and walked away. But you couldn’t. It’s like you were frozen in place. Not being able to leave or take your eyes of him.

He pushed the woman down again, pushing his dick once again into her throat past her gag reflex till her nose was buried against his pelvis. While he watched you, you felt how your skin flushed, how your heart started pounding. Fuck.

Lloyd moaned quietly, his head dropped into his neck as he tensed, hot ropes of cum painting the woman’s throat. A smirk crept over his lips while he let go of the woman. She immediately pulled away from him, coughing up some of the spit and cum that she hadn’t swallowed.

A quiet gasp escaped your lips while he pulled his pants back up. The woman looked with her teary eyes at you for a moment before wiping away the remains of Lloyds release with the back of her hand.

You felt embarrassed. You felt like a total creep not only having watched them but also having enjoyed it.

Quickly you turn away from them, pulling the door open and walking out. Running. But before you could even make it further than the corridor you were grabbed by someone and pulled into another room. “Lloyd, I didn’t mean to-“ you couldn’t finish your sentence as he pressed his lips in a bruising manner to yours, kissing you furiously.

Before you could really perceive what was happening, you felt his hands pulling your short skirt up while he walked with you to a flat surface- a desk.

“Lloyd- what-“ ”don’t play dumb, that’s exactly what you were thinking about. I saw it in your eyes, sweetheart” he grinned against your neck, tickling you with his mustache. A quiet whine escaped your lips which you’d normally be embarrassed about but right now? You fucking wanted him.

“Such a slut- watching me getting head and being turned on by that, huh?” he grinned into your neck, turning you around and bending you over the desk roughly. “Let’s see how much you enjoyed it” with that he ripped your thong from your hips, humming quietly when his gaze fell on your throbbing pussy. You wet folds glistened with need and Lloyd couldn’t stop himself from pushing two fingers into your hole, watching as your starving cunt swallowed his digits, nearly sucking them in. “Fuck, what a slut you are for me, huh? Can’t wait to get my dick in your tight cunt. Who would’ve thought how wet you’d get for your rival, huh?” he whispered while finger fucking you roughly, listening to the squelch of your slick. “Always telling everyone how much you hate me… and here you are whining for my cock like a bitch in heat.”

You felt some drool leaking out of your mouth onto the flat surface you were laying on, quickly wiping it away, not wanting to give Lloyd any more satisfaction. But you couldn’t deny how good you felt. He was abusing your sensitive spot with every thrust.

Before you knew it, blinding pleasure rushed over you, making you moan out his name while you grabbed the edge of the desk for some support.

A dark chuckle made you look over your shoulder at Lloyd, as he pulled out his dick, rubbing it between your sensitive folds. “Fuck Daddy-“ you whispered when the thick head stretched your cunt, not even noticing the words slipping past your lips. Even though he had fucked you with his fingers, you felt like he was splitting you in half.

Lloyd stopped for a moment, nearly coming on the spot hearing you call him that. Fuck, that definitely worked. He couldn’t wait any longer. He needed to feel you. Needed to fuck you till you wouldn’t be able to walk out of this office on your own.

He hummed content, sinking into your warmth, hugging him as if your pussy was made for him. “My pretty whore, letting me use you” he started pounding your cunt, not waiting for you to adjust, chasing his own pleasure. He watched your ass jiggle with every hard thrust. The room was filled with the sound of skin slapping, crunching of the table, moans, gasps and smell of sex. At some point you could swear something fall from the desk, a picture frame or something else breakable. Nor did he or you pay any mind to it.

Lloyd scooped up some of your juices onto his thumb before rubbing it over your tight ring of muscles, not stopping the pounding for a second. A gasp escaped your lips when his thumb breached your tightest hole. You felt him spit onto your hole to make it even smoother to fingerfuck your ass while also hammering into your cunt, hitting your G-spot with every thrust. “So good for Daddy, taking it all so well. My whore. Just a dumb cockslut” he fucked even harder into you, making the whole desk jolt.

You felt another orgasm approaching just from the pounding on your spot alone and the stretch from his finger in your tight ass. Your body started trembling and your moans turned into quiet gasps, barely audible ah’s and ngh’s filling the air.

Feeling his dick twitch in your cunt made you grab the edge even tighter. “Daddy please- I’m-I need- please-“ you begged not sure what for exactly. But Lloyd knew. He could feel your cunt sucking him in. “Yeah, that’s it baby. Come for me. Come for daddy and you’ll get his cum. Daddy’s gonna fill you, my little dumb cumdump” he felt you cum on his dick as soon as he said his last words.

Your whole body tensed, pulsing around Lloyd's dick as you came again, your release leaking around his dick along your thighs. “Daddy-fuck-I-“ you whined desperately, moving your hips against his, desperate for his cock. His cum. You wanted it all.

With one last thrust Lloyd buried himself deep inside you, filling you with his hot seed. Your over sensitive walls pulled him in, milking all he wanted to give you, slightly grinding against your ass. He massaged your rim for a while longer before pulling his finger out, watching your hole gape for a moment. “Such a pretty thing… can’t wait to fuck that tight ass, baby” he whispered against your neck. While he leaned over you, you could feel his dick shift, making your mixed release dripping out, slowly running down your thighs to your stockings, drenching them with his cum.

A moan left your lips at the thought of him fucking your ass. “Yes, yes… please, Daddy” you nodded, looking over your shoulder at him but he only chuckled, slowly pulling out, making even more cum leak out of your cunt.

You whined but didn’t say anything, not being able to really say or move at all. To fucked out to do so. Lloyd scooped some of your release out of your hole and pulled on your hair with his other hand till you lifted your head. When you saw his fingers you opened your mouth quickly, licking away your tastes.

Lloyd hummed happily, letting go of you and helping you up. He took your ripped underwear and put it in his pocket before helping you fix your skirt, watching as his release still leaked out of your puffy pussy. Your hair was completely messed up. You looked… well, fucked. And he really liked seeing you like this.

He cleared his throat, crossing his arms. “So, you wanted something from me? Something other than my dick” he grinned devilishly, reminding you why exactly you came here.

And also why you hated him and his attitude so much.

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Business Before Pleasure

Summary: A newcomer wants to meet with you to talk business. Lloyd Hansen is a well known name in the arms and narcotics circles, and he has his sights set on your slice of territory. Lucky for him, you’re a gracious business partner.

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Mafia boss!Female Reader, mentions of Robert Pronge “Mr. Freezy” x Reader

Word count: 985

Warnings: Lloyd Hansen (he is a warning because he’s a dark, mean man [I love him for it]), suggestive themes, implied smut, swearing, misogynistic thoughts, mob related activities, drug mention, this is literally just plot NO porn (yet), my bad writing.

A/N: I literally had the hardest time writing this. I still need to learn the character and get better acquainted with him, his behavior, speech pattern, etc. But! I felt like Lloyd needed a proper introduction to the Murderer Monday rotation. This is in the same AU as Dark!Mafia Boss!Reader x Robert Pronge, so there could be some crossovers coming in the future. Let me know what you think! I dedicate this fic to @sparkledfirecracker. Thank you for your help with this, Lilo💖

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The ticking of the vintage clock on the mantle echoed mockingly, the crackling of the fire added another layer of agitating noise. Lloyd’s grip of the crystal tumbler in his large right palm tightened as he watched the hand of the clock strike 11:45. You were late. If there was anything that Lloyd valued more than money, it was his time; and apparently you thought you could waste it. He’s never met you before, and so far, you weren’t making a good first impression. He hated doing business with women. They were far too emotional, complicated, and whiny for this line of work. But if he wanted to work on your turf, he was going to have to play nice.

To a degree.

Just as he tossed back the rest of the brown liquid in his glass, the wooden doors to your office opened. He didn’t bother turning to look at who was entering the room, thinking it was that butler with the stick up his ass asking if he wanted another scotch. If he was going to be anywhere near cordial, he was going to need another drink.

“Get me another one,” he shook the ice in his empty glass impatiently before setting on the coaster harshly.

“Now, is that anyway to speak to your host?” Your smooth voice cooed behind his leather arm chair. Lloyd’s head snapped around, all words die on his tongue as he drinks you in. The professional yet seductive curve of your work clothes had Lloyd’s belly burning with desire, but he quickly stamps it out. You walked towards your desk, setting your cellphone down before crossing the room. Your pencil skirt was tight around your legs, but you let your hips sway a little more than normal. Making your way towards him, you put a hand up when he begins to rise from his seat. “No, no, allow me.”

The casual dismissal of him has Lloyd’s jaw ticking with annoyance. You take his glass and walk to the bar cart to refresh it, pouring your own glass. If it were humanly possible, you would have a hole in the back of your head from how hard Lloyd was staring at you. Smirking to yourself, you return with his refill and hand it to him, taking the free seat in the arm chair next to his.

“Forgive me for being late, a few loose ends didn’t want to be tied.” Settling in, you sigh and take in the man in front of you. You knew his type: power-hungry, aggressive, ruthless, misogynistic, but very efficient. He reminds you of your little pet, Freezy. It would be a lie to say that he wasn’t one of the most handsome men you’ve seen, but business before pleasure.

“So,” you said after a moment, “you must be Lloyd,” you didn’t allow him time to answer as you continue on. “I heard that you wanted to talk about possible business ventures. What did you have in mind?”

“I want to set up a supply line from Miami up into New York and Chicago,” Lloyd states clearly and takes sip of the scotch, “I could have arms distributors in some of your clubs by the end of the week, and dealers by the end of this meeting. I have everything set, just waiting for the go-ahead.” Lloyd straightens out in his chair, adjusting himself into a more nonchalant position. The smirk that you assume was meant to be confident shines in the fire with a smug glint. You could feel the arrogance rolling off of him in waves. “I know you’ve heard of me, and you know what kind of business I run, so I don’t think you’ll have any objections.”

“I don’t,” you agree and sip your own drink, letting him revel in the small victory for a few moments longer. Lloyd grins, relaxing even more now that he has you where he wants you. Women are just so easy.

“Now for the price, I think 20% per club should cover everythi—“

“40.” You interrupt calmly.

“What was that?” His eyebrows lifted high on his forehead, his head tilting to the side to angle his ear towards you.

“It’s 40% per club,” you repeat. You barely fight off a pleased smile when you watch his face contort in a twisted smile. A throaty chuckle forces its way out of him, it’s malicious but amusing nonetheless.

“I’m sorry—40 fucking percent? Are you fucking shitting me?!” He barks with an unamused laugh, his firm grip on the tumbler returning once more. You say nothing, merely watching as he winds himself up and lets himself go. Another dark laugh rumbles in his chest, his clenched fist coming to rest on his chin. “Oh, I should have known you’d be a greedy bitch.”

“Lloyd,” you set your glass down and stand up. Making your way over to his chair, you lean over him slightly, your hands on the arm rests. Lloyd’s scowl deepens and this time you can’t help but smile. He hated that you thought this was amusing, although he loved that he could finally get a good look at you up close.

“I know you’ve heard of me, and you know what kind of business I run. 40% per club is the flat rate for newcomers. Unless…” you trail off. You tilt your head to the side when you catch sight of his pinky ring, “we negotiate other methods of payment.”

Lloyd feels the burn of desire in his belly again, this time he doesn’t bother trying to ignore it. “Oh? Like what, Sunshine?” He purrs as he sits up straighter, leaning into you so your faces were only inches away. You hold his darkened gaze for a moment longer before you both share a sickening grin.

“I’m sure we can think of something.”

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Underneath the City Lights, Part 1

Summary: When your father dies, and the Dirty Martini is ran by your brother, all hell breaks lose. And the one person who knows the secret to the newest mafia family in town is you. Forced to perform, and bought by August Walker. Who knew it was going to take an old family friend to save you? Hiding you away from the families is where the two of you start to fall....

Pairings: Ari Levinson X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, nipple pumps, forced dancing, forced nudity, dry humping, teasing, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 3.2K

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Ari clears his throat, standing up from his table as he looks amongst his closest and most trusted members of the family. Smiling with a curt nod, and ready to go home for a drink. This business could be draining at the best of times, and at the worst it was miserable, and right now was one of those times. Acquiring businesses was his least favorite part. He massages the bridge of his nose, waiting on the room to clear out when someone still remains.

“Sir?”

“What do you need Jonathan?” The bookkeeper and Ari’s personal assistant was loyal and efficient if not annoying most of the time.

“The Dirty Martini, it could be time to cut this loss.”

“Fine, you have my blessing to do what needs to be done,” he closes his book, ready to stand, but the other man doesn’t leave.

“It’s just that…well, Calvin and his family have a long standing with our…business,” Jonathan was getting better at not calling this a mafia, or worse, the mob. He was learning.

“Oh, The Dirty Martini, that burlesque club? Calvin. This is the Newton family’s business?” Jonathan nods his head, and Ari taps his finger on the table. “We can’t get rid of it.”

“Sir?”

“Let me check it out. That family has old standings with us. Maybe they just need an update. We’ll give them a business loan, come up with a plan on how to engage their audience,” Jonathan’s mouth starts to open, but with a hand raise from Ari it closes even quicker. Snapping his teeth together, because you don’t argue with him. “My family has a long standing relationship with theirs. They have a year to improve. Then we cut ties. I’m going tonight, and you can join.”

“Yes, sir. But this business…if I’m to believe their numbers should be much more profitable. They’re also debuting a new girl.”

“Good. I love some fresh meat. See you in an hour. Dress like you’re going to a cocktail party,” with Ari’s head held high, he struts out of this office. It had been many years since he had met with the Newton’s, even though the families were quite close. His father had always taken special interest in them, and also the business, so Ari would extend the same courtesy.

“No!” You scream, throwing a glass over towards August. “Get away!”

“Candy,” he says your name through gritted teeth, holding up those stupid cylinders. “Be a good girl, and let me put these on!”

“No!” This time a vase is hauled towards him and your handler Rita walks into the room, groaning more at August than yourself. “I’m not wearing those!”

“Rita!” Rita looks at your costume, smoothing everything out. “She needs to wear the nipple pumps for thirty minutes. Tell her that.”

“She’s right there, sir. Can you not tell her?”

“I’m not taking my top off!”

“You insufferable little brat! Your fucking nipples will be pumped, because you’re body is all you have to offer this world. You’re also being put up for private dances. Get used to your nipples being swollen and engorged. Just the way clients like them. Rita,” random bits and pieces from your vanity get thrown at August, as he tries and remains calm. “One of these days, you’ll get what you have coming to you.”

“Rita, you calm her down,” he slams three pumps into her hand, looking towards you with a sneer, “You either put on the pumps, or I’ll tie you up and pump your clit as well. You’ll be doing more than just dancing. Why don’t you ask Cassie or Jezabel what goes on behind the curtains. We’ll turn you out like the rest of the girls. You get pity because you have a voice and you’re a Newton. Don’t think your brother won’t sell your cunt for a buck. Get her fucking ready, Rita! She’s the star tonight.”

He walks out, slamming the door shut when Rita looks at you regrettably. “You really know how to piss him off. Almost got your costume for the night dirty. Now, help me clean up.”

“No,” you stub up, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Help me clean up, now,” she never raises her voice, but the look she shot at you meant that you should help. You bend down, trying to collect the larger pieces. Grabbing a broom for the smaller glass. “What is your reason for not wanting the pumps?”

“Why do my nipples need to be larger?”

“Oh they’re getting makeup on them, too,” you groan. You wanted to sing. That was all. “Your top will come off. They’ll look at your titties, and the ones further away can see just how perky they are because your nipples are swollen and darker. Should you give a private show, you’ll have to put them on again.”

“This is stupid.”

“With the right person, they’re quite nice. Makes the nipples more sensitive,” you roll your eyes, flopping yourself into a chair. “No, up up. Time for you to get laced up. At least, your tits aren’t in this corset.”

“That makes it better,” you stand up, turning your back towards her as she wraps the beautiful white corset around you. “The diamond,” it was a curse for you. Pretending to be something special because your father built the theater. But to August and your brother, you were just like the rest of them. Meat.

“Spin,” you turn around towards her, your tits just hanging out, you don't care anymore. “Lick it,” she holds up the pump to your mouth, and your snarl.

“Ew.”

“It needs lubrication.”

“Can I just do it myself?”

“Are you going to?” You lick the mechanism while she pushes it up against your nipple. Turning the knob, and you stare horrified at your nipple being sucked up into it. “It’s normal. That’s the point. Swell the nipples, so they’re nice and hard for your performance.”

“Ow! That’s too much. Oh my god, look at it,” you lick the other one, while Rita spins it on you. “They’re just sticking out. And not moving,” you flick the one a couple of times before Rita slaps at your hand.

“Find you a man that will do this, and put a tiny bullet in one or a vibrator on it,” you stare at her with your mouth opened up in a wide smile. “Don’t be such a prude. Your ass and tits are about to be hanging out in front of tons of people. Having it on your clit is quite nice, too.”

“How long do they have to stay on there?”

“August said thirty minutes,” you shimmy your shoulders, watching them flap around. “Maybe forty minutes is a better time frame.”

“No! This is just weird, and slightly uncomfortable.”

“It’s a constant suck. Have you never had anyone suck on your nipples?” You shake your head no, watching as she gathers the rest of your costume. “Has…have you had sex?”

“Yeah. No one sucked on anything though.”

“Such a pity. Go on, step into the bottoms, so you can cover your twat up. How come you act like this with me, but when it’s August…”

“He makes me uncomfortable, okay? Told me the other day he could get a free performance anytime he wanted to. I just want to sing.”

“Burlesque, sweetheart, you can’t go up there with jeans and a t-shirt. Look at it as the art it is. Celebrating the woman’s body. It won’t be men just out there. It won’t just be singles out there. Couples come here to enjoy this. Watch as a woman moves, her curves on full display. Completely in touch with their sexual prowess. Sing, but perform. You have more to offer than your body, so prove it.”

“Can I take these off now?”

“Has it been thirty minutes?”

Ari runs his finger over the table at The Dirty Martini, taking a sip of the house drink, and looks over at Jonathan, “Cheap liquor, and not enough. Let’s hope the entertainment is better. Are you writing this down?”

“Yes, sir. On the menu tonight is a new performer. Their Diamond. Goes by the name of Candy Jane.”

Ari leans back with a belly laugh, “What could they possibly have to offer as their Diamond? This is her debut performance, correct?”

“Yes, the talk in the bathroom is that she's going to be put on auction for a private show.”

“Oh, they’re that confident, huh? Where is she on the lineup?”

“She’s the first one out. Very cliche, but she’s singing Diamonds Are a Girl’s Best Friend,” Ari rolls his eyes, trying to sit back comfortably. “The seats need updating.”

“I agree. They have not put any of their money back into this dump. They have to be making some form of a profit. I doubt these girls are being paid staggering amounts. Lights, props, costumes, and…” he stops his talking as the curtains start to draw. Only you are holding feathers around your body. Looking down to see your removable piece was still covering your breasts when you start a slow singing of the song.

Letting the feathers drop as Ari sits up straighter in his seat, “Is she going to take the mask off?”

“Are you interested?” Jonathan looks at his boss who was leaning so far forward. “I’ll go put in a bid for the private show.”

“Whatever the cost,” he gulps when the flap is removed and you're left topless with your swollen and tinted nipples, a roar of the crowd has you getting more into the routine, “Remind them of who is asking, and that they owe quite a large sum to the family. They’d be making quite a profit.”

“Yes, sir,” between the corset framing your tits perfectly, and the barely there panties, Ari was entranced. You were not like the usual performers, you were something special entirely. A bit nervous, and definitely new to this life. He wanted to kick himself for being too far away from the stage, but also didn’t want to alert anyone that he was here. He needed to see how much the club had fallen, but you were perfect.

He takes a sip of the disgusting house martini, enjoying the show. You would definitely look better without the mask, completely naked, and in his bed. Letting him spoil every inch of you.

“Sir, you can go ahead to the room.”

“I will finish this first. I want her to stay in white.”

“Oh…I’ll let them know.”

“I want her without the mask.”

“Yes, of course. I’ll send an usher to lead you to the room after she’s finished,” Ari nods his head, watching as you shimmy your shoulders, letting your tits recoil perfectly. You deserved much more than this club. You deserved to be put on a pedestal, worshiped, spoiled, and in return, you would spoil him.

“I don’t want to wear those again. They’re sensitive,” Rita tightens the pump on your nipple, as August smirks in the corner, turning back to find you a different outfit. “I thought I said I didn’t want to give a private show.”

“Yeah, well, the cost was much too great to refuse. You have a fan,” he hands Rita the lingerie set, making sure that there was nothing to cover your tits. “They certainly do look pretty all big and juicy on that stage. You were a natural.”

“Can you leave?” Rita shoos you behind a partition, handing you the lingerie instead of helping you.

“No, I need to make sure the club’s asset makes it to the room. He’s waiting. Keep the mask on, until you get there. Let him take it off,” Rita looks back at August, giving him a questioning look. “He was entranced. Obsessed. We may end up getting him on the regular. I could tell when your top came off that he would bid for you. Been watching him the moment he walked in,” that was odd for August to follow someone around the club. You figured he must have been a pretty important client.

“No. I can’t see someone regularly. They were still big. Can I not just…take them off, and cover myself with a robe?”

“You will have them on for less time, Candy,” you hated that name, but understood why the need to be anonymous there. “We don’t want to bruise your tits. Not like that anyways. He’s going to be wearing a mask as well.”

“Why?”

“You can take it off. Why do you ask so many questions?” You don’t answer. There wasn’t a point with August. Calvin’s friend and business partner was one of your least favorite people. But sending him in for these occasions was less weird than your brother coming in here. “Go ahead and pull them off.”

“Break the seal.”

“I said to pull them off. Give them an extra suck. I can help if you like,” you do as Rita asked, she seemed to know more about this than August. “Alright, let me see.”

“She’s fine. They were still swollen from before. They’re plenty big. Robe on, sweetheart. August is going to lead you to the room.”

You step from behind the partition, and August’s eyes linger on your chest for a bit too long, spinning to lead you down to the private room. Stopping at the door when he smirks at you, “Don’t get attached Candy. And do everything he says. I’ll be watching,” he gives you a wink, reminding you there were cameras in the room, for ‘the girl's safety’. But everything he said was a warning. This man could ask you to do anything.

Gulping you walk into the room. The man was comfortably sitting on the center of the couch, his legs spread as wide as they could go while his hand rubs up and down his thigh, “Lose the robe. But let it fall down slowly.”

You give the silk robe a bit of a push, letting it drift down your body, pooling at your feet, “Well, come on. Have a seat,” both his hands move over his thigh, and you try to keep eye contact, but fail.

“Wouldn’t you like a dance?”

“I would like for you to sit in my lap while we get to know each other better,” with a deep inhale, you move closer. One step at a time. Painfully slow, “I don't need a performance for you to sit in my lap, Candy Jane. Sit in my lap.”

Finishing up the distance, he guides you to straddle him. Shoving you down onto his covered hard cock, “Your little song did that to me,” he removes your mask, giving you an odd look as you take his off. Gasping up at him.

“Ari?”

“Who are you?”

“You and your dad always called me Dulce. Said I was as sweet as candy.”

“Oh my god,” he looks down at your chest, unbelievingly at what just transpired. When did you grow up? When did you get these perfect tits? When did this happen? “Oh my god. You’re…you’re Scott’s daughter?”

“Yeah.”

“How did you end up in a dump like this? Surely your father wouldn’t have you doing…doing this,” he starts shoving you off him a moment, but your eyes flick to the corner. “There’s cameras?”

“Yes.”

“Sound?” You shake your head no. “What’s going on?”

“My dad died. Calvin took over. He needs the money.”

“He? Not the business?” You nod your head, and Ari’s hands slide up your thighs, pulling you completely flush to his body. “Start grinding,” you move your hips over him, and Ari can’t help but to moan. He needed some relief, and while this felt wrong, it definitely was feeling so right. Looking down at your perfect tits, he takes a deep breath. “What do you know? My personal assistant brought this place to my attention.”

“I can’t talk here.”

“Why?” Ari moves his thumb, and it grazes over your nipple, and you whimper, “You’re sensitive,” smirks up at you, doing it again. “Keep moving,” he pushes himself further down onto the couch, moaning when your nipple is touched again. “This feels…”

“Good,” you answer for him. It was wrong that he was formerly in business with your father. That you had known him since you both were quite young, and he was just learning the business. But it felt good. Ari had grown up and filled out, and still was attractive as when you had a school girl crush on him. And even more attractive.

“Yes,” he moans out, his eyes moving all over your body and face. “Very very good. What else?”

“Ari, you gotta get me out if I tell you.”

“Why?”

“Promise me,” you move even faster over him. Your mother had told you before her untimely death, men make stupid decisions during sex. I mean, Ari wasn’t inside of you, but his cock was throbbing. “Promise me, you’ll get me out.”

“Promise.”

“Oh!” Arching your back, you bring your tits right to his face, and he captures one with his mouth, holding it with his hand as he sucks on the swollen bud. His tongue flicks over it, and he smiles at you over your tits.

“Keep moving,” he says as he moves to the other one. Giving the abandoned nipple a hard pinch as you race for the two of your finishes. Ari stares up at you like you seriously were this precious diamond. Moving between your tits, before pinching both of them hard, and giving your breasts a shake.

“Ari!” You whine out, working your hips over him. “A-A-A-Ari!” Stuttering out his name as his cum soaks through his jeans, and you allow yourself to let go. Resting your head on his shoulder. And he trembles at your heated breath on his neck.

“I can’t take you out for a while.”

“Why?”

“It’ll become too suspicious.”

“You’re a liar,” you lift up off him, and he gives you a smile. “You lied.”

“I haven’t. You haven’t given me any information. I will take you from this place. And until then, I will come to your shows, and will keep you from having to whore yourself out to disgusting men by buying out your room for the evening.”

“So, we’re staying in here all night?” He shakes his head no, looking down at your tits. “Quit looking. August is watching. He makes me wear these pumps until they’re swollen and sensitive. Now that he knows you can’t keep your eyes off my tits, he’ll make me wear them longer.”

“It’s a good look,” he smirks, cupping both your breasts in his hand, letting his thumb rub over the overstimulated peaks. “Don’t change whatever you’re doing. Everything has to be just like tonight.”

“Are you sure this isn’t a way for you to eventually fuck me?”

“Believe me, I won’t pay for sex. If I wanted sex from you, I could get it. We’re in a business agreement. Go on, let these pretty nipples calm down. Fuck a pillow, fuck a dildo, I really don’t care. I paid for you for the whole night, but you might be better served getting some rest and self care.”

“What makes you think I want sex?” His hand goes to cup your barely covered mound, smiling, “I came. And some of that is your cum.”

“You’re still throbbing, and…is that clenching of your pussy I feel?” Ari chuckles, removing his hand, lifting it up to show the strings from your arousal stretch between his fingers, “Is it me or just the fact you were getting off? Has it been a long time?”

“No,” you stand, grabbing your robe, and start to head out.

“Have fun, Dulce,” he smiles, lifting his hand to look at it again. It was incredible. You were responsive. His fingers were coated in your sticky slick. He takes a moment to lick off your honey, moaning at the taste before he stands. Wearing the wet spot on his pants with pride.

Giving a nod to Jonathan as the two of them head out of the club, and in the safety of his car. “Just like you thought. There’s more going on. Looks like a former business partner’s daughter is giving us all the information.”

“I take it the private show went well?” Jonathan cocks up an eyebrow looking at the soaked jeans. “Who was she?”

“An old friend. She’ll be Calvin’s undoing. You were right this time, buddy. Calvin Newton and August Walker are not to be trusted. But I also need the Diamond out safely in less than a month's time. But, I’ll need to make regular visits to make sure she’s safe.”

“I’m sure it has nothing to do with getting your dick wet.”

“It didn’t get wet. It stayed in the jeans. She’s got a sloppy cunt.”

“How delightful. Is she going to become one of your toys?” Ari smiles, starting the car. Oh, he could definitely play with you alright. But he wanted something more than just a warm body for the night. Your father had been too good to his family for you to become disposable.

“She’s going to become my Diamond. She’ll need my protection at any cost. It’s time she realizes her value is far more than what’s in between her legs.”

“Or bouncing on her chest,” Jonathan looks over towards Ari, grinning so big. He knew Ari had a soft spot for a good set of boobs. “So what you’re saying is we need to get her a passport.”

“Exactly. A month’s time, she will be out. She will divulge exactly what is going on in that club. I want her to have respectable clothes. Bathing suits, dresses, jewelry. Have it all waiting at the Italy house.”

“Sir?”

“Have it all waiting at the Italy house. Don’t question my process. She’s not a toy. She is valuable.”

“Yes, sir,” and Ari meant it. Your father was a good man. Calvin was trash. Anyone that made August Walker be around their sister was trash. Anyone that offered their sister up for men to ogle at, and grope, and even shove themselves into her was disgusting. Sex work was admirable when it was their choice. This wasn’t. He would get you out. And you would have his complete protection.

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