#Gyp Rosetti x Reader

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Gyp Rosetti Masterlist

Gyp Rosetti x Female Reader

Blind Tiger

Poker Face

Farmer’s Daughter

Only I Do That

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Farmer’s Daughter

Gyp Rosetti x Female Reader

Warnings: NSFW

This is based on my discussions with @sonnshineandrainbows I apologize if you don’t like it, I was high on cold medicine half the time. 

The needle skimmed across the record as it spun in a perfect circle, pulling the voices of the Carter Family out of the shellac and into the air. “Well there’s a dark and troubled side of life…”

You pulled the ribbon out of your hair and set it on your vanity as you started singing along. “There’s a bright and a sunny side too.” You picked up your brush and combed the teeth through your hair as the first verse rang through your bedroom. “But if you meet with the darkness and strife,” you set your brush down next to your compact. “The sunny side we may also view.”

“Keep on the sunny side, always on the sunny side. Keep on the sunny side of life. It will help us everyday, it will brighten all the way, if we keep on the sunny side of life.”

Thunderous applause boomed over the sound of the gramophone, forcing you to look back. The tall figure of your father’s business partner leaned against your door frame. You were almost positive you’d shut your door before playing your music.

“Don’t stop on account of me.” An amused look crossed his face as he stared at you from your entryway.

“Mr. Rosetti,” You ran your fingers through your hair and stood up, walking towards him. “I didn’t know you were there, I’m sorry if I disturbed you, I…”

He pushed himself off of the door frame and started toward you, meeting you in the middle of the room. “Ah Ah Ah….” He tsked, bringing a finger to your lips. “Gyp.” He corrected you.

“Gyp.” His finger was warm against your trembling lips. You took in a slow deep breath as your eyes traveled up his handsomely dressed body and landed on his face. Deep brown eyes stared down at you as he pulled your bottom lip down with his finger.

“That’s what you called me last night, isn’t it?” He rose an eyebrow.

“Last night?” Your brow furrowed, trying to remember any significant interaction.

He moved his finger down your chin and neck, grazing your jawline before touching your earring. “I heard everything you said last night,” He took a few steps forward, backing you up against the wall. “After you thought everyone else was asleep.” He tugged on your pearl earring and brought his lips up to yours.

“Your voice sounds so pretty when it’s moaning my name.” He whispered.

Your jaw dropped, lips brushing against his as you remember touching yourself the night before. Had he really heard you? Were the walls that thin? Was he bluffing just to see how you’d react?

You felt him press his hips against yours as the wall straightened out your back. “I was…” you felt your mouth begin to water as his hand caressed the skin just below your hairline. “I…”

You couldn’t catch your breath as he pressed against you. The smell of sandalwood and amber whiskey penetrated your senses as his mouth met yours. Soft, full lips separated yours before he slid his tongue along the line of your teeth. His mouth was warm, delicate even, compared to the armor he put on in front of your father. His fingers wrapped around the base of your neck and pulled you closer to him, the other hand finding its way up your dress.

SLAP!

You pulled away and stared him down. “I am a lady.” You whisper, trying to convince yourself more than anyone.

He laughed, putting his hand over his newly reddened cheek. “You don’t have to be.” He growled, taking you in with those onyx eyes.

“I shouldn’t…” You placed your hand on his chest, tracing the buttons on his shirt. You wanted to rip them off, to see everything he had to offer underneath that three piece suit. You wanted to take him then and there, but then what? Gyp was a dangerous man, and men like him didn’t like girls like you: girls with limited experience. You didn’t want to disappoint him, especially since your father’s livelihood depended on making him happy.

“No, you shouldn’t.” He slid his hands up your dress at a more cautious pace. “You should stay here all alone; kick me out and touch yourself all night while I hide in my room and listen through that paper-thin wall.” He hooked his pointer finger around the center of your panties and slowly pulled them down your thighs. “That way we won’t have to keep any secrets from Dear Old Dad, huh?”

He glanced down at the soaked piece of fabric in his hand, tugging it to your knees. “What do we have here?” He rose his eyebrows, dipping his fingers into the moisture of your underwear.

You watched as he collected your juices and brought them up to his lips. Taking his time, he sucked the flavor off of his digits, bringing them out from his lips and onto yours. “You ever wonder what you taste like?”

You looked up and nodded, letting those big fingers slip inside your mouth as your panties hit the floor. You were tangy, the sweet flavor faint against the salt of his skin. You kept your eyes on his, watching them get darker as he pulled his fingers out of your hungry mouth.

“Good?” He let his hand fall to his side before kneeling down before you.

“Good.” You could barely speak. You shivered as he peppered kisses down your thighs and shins, slipping your panties off of your ankles. He shoved them into his pocket, standing up just as quickly as he had knelt down.

You held your legs together, slowly rubbing them back and forth to create some friction. The moisture he created between your legs started dripping down your inner thigh as he took an eternity to bring his fingers up your body.

He ran his hands down your arms, sending goosebumps up your shoulders. He stopped at your wrists, squeezing tightly before lifting them up above your head. “You squirming because of me? You just can’t wait, huh?” He holds your wrists tight with one hand, lifting his thigh in between your legs.

“Show me how you made yourself scream my name.” He lifted his leg higher into your dripping wet center and pushed you into the wall. “Sit.”

He practically pushed you onto his knee, your arousal wetting his expensive teal pants. He leaned in, his freshly shaven cheek brushing against yours as he whispered into your ear. “You want me?”

You nodded again, your words escaping you.

“Show me.” His voice rumbled into your chest.

You moved your hips forward, your afternoon dress colliding with his expensive suit as it ran up your thigh. The fabric on his leg slid easily enough between your hips as he kept a tight grip on your wrists.

You pulled your hips backward, then swayed them forward in a steady rhythm against him. You could hear him breathing in your ear, controlled and steady as you rode his thigh to the blissful Nirvana you had reached last night. The scent of his cologne, the sound of his voice, and the feeling of his hot breath on your neck was almost enough to take you there. You couldn’t believe you were doing this, you couldn’t believe he was here in your room with his big fat thigh between your legs.

You increased your pace on him, feeling yourself start to ignite inside as he pulled you into him with his free hand. Big and warm, he slid his palm onto your ass as you soaked his pant leg completely.

“Gyp.” You moaned into his ear, nuzzling your nose into his neck.

He stepped away from you, letting go of your wrists as you slumped to the floor. The wet stain on his slacks covered more than half of his thigh as his erection made it that more prominent. What just happened? Why did he stop? Why did he let you go? Why didn’t he let you finish?

“Wha…?” Your breath was stifled as you glared up at him from the hardwood floor. “I didn’t even…”

“I gotta get going, doll. I forgot I have lunch with your pops in a few minutes.” He smoothed his cock as he looked at you, biting his lip. “I gotta make myself presentable.” He turned on his heel and started for the door.

”And don’t you dare think about finishing yourself off until I come back.”

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Tags: @smalldiosa @acutecupidity @bobbycannavalelove @stunningstasis @skittle479 @bullet-prooflove @hot-cheeto-nevada @amaroforpresident

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Masterlist

Hannibal: Hannibal Lecter x Reader

Anticipation Is A Powerful Thing 

Control

Boardwalk Empire: Gyp Rosetti x Reader

Poker Face

Farmer’s Daughter

Blind Tiger

Law and Order: SVU

Rafael Barba x Reader:

Surprise

A Hero’s Welcome

Nick Amaro x Reader

Keep a Straight Face

How Was Your Day?

Whatever You Want

Lost Time

Nick Amaro x Original Male Character 

Carlos De Columbia (Unfinished)  Part 1 Part 2

Nick Amaro x Rafael Barba

Your Papi

Sonny Carisi x Reader

Some Kind of Love

Let Me Stay

Sonny Carisi x Original Male Character

Big Boy Suit (Unfinished)  Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4

Mike Dodds x Reader

You’re Freezing!

Call Me Michael

Hot Hot Heat

Mike Dodds x Nick Amaro

In The Ring

Amanda Rollins x Sonny Carisi

Partner

You Don’t Get It

Amanda Rollins x Sonny Carisi x Nick Amaro (Not what you’re thinking.)

Reunion

Crossovers!

Brooklyn 99:

Mike Dodds x Rosa Diaz 

I Always Fight Dirty

Sonny Carisi x Rosa Diaz

Are You My Contact?

Sonny Carisi x Charles Boyle

Cooking Class

Rafael Barba x Raymond Holt

I Disagree

Trouble In The Heights:

Bad Bitch: Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9

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Blind Tiger

Giuseppe “Gyp” Rosetti x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Choking, Prohibition, Belittling, Spanking, Vaginal Sex, Bondage, Alcohol, The 1920′s, Three Piece Suits, Bobby Cannavale as a super hot Power Bottom, and The Electric Light

Tags: @stunningstasis @hot-cheeto-nevada 

“It’s good to see you, Gyp.”

“Gyp?” He takes his hat off and sets it on the counter. “Since when did you start calling me that?”

He turns on his heel and walks toward the corner of the bar, circling his way back towards you. His fingers trace their way across the uneven wood, stopping just short of the glass in your hand.

“Since you brought me good business.” You look up at him, his auburn eyes glimmering in the dim electric light.

“Good business?” He closes the space between you, gripping your hand around the glass. “Good business for you,” he brushes a strand of hair off your shoulder. “Is good business for me.”

You glance down at his hand, holding your breath as his thumb massages your collar bone. Soft, smooth fingertips send a wave of warmth down your body as they make their way down your clavicle. You exhale and wonder, for a second, what his fingertips might feel like in other places.

“And it’s time to collect.” He slides his fingers in between your breasts and pulls out a wad of cash. “There it is.” He lifts your chin with the stack of dollar bills, biting his lip as he looks you up and down.

“Half of it’s yours.” You whisper, your lips brushing against his.

“Half?” He smiles, the gap in his teeth more prominent than ever. “I should take all of it.”

“That wasn’t what we agreed upon.” You swallow hard, your throat scraping against the rough edges of the currency he holds so tightly against your neck.

“Every. Last. Bit.” He walks you back against the sink, his hips trapping you against the basin.

“The deal was that you get half of what I make.” You stand your ground, feeling the heat radiating off his body.

“The deal was that I take what I want.” His voice drops down an octave, gravelly and dark inside his chest. His other hand snakes it’s way up your thigh, checking the circumference of your garter for any loose cash. “And you get my protection.”

“And what is it that you want, Mr. Rosetti?”

“I want you to keep calling me Gyp.” He whispers into your ear, fingering the black lace of your garter. “You still sleep in that back room?” —————

You lock the door behind you as Gyp takes his time removing his suit jacket. He folds it in half and sets it carefully over the wooden chair in front of your desk.

“Are these your books, Tiger Lilly?” He leans over your paperwork, running his fingers over the lines of import and export.

He always had some kind of offensive nickname for you. Even though in the back of his mind he thought they were terms of endearment, Pocahontas, Tiger Lilly, and Sacajawea often graced his lips more than your real name.

“Yeah,” You sigh and walk towards him, touching his lower back. “You can check them if you’d like.” You slide your hand on top of his, feathering your fingertips over his knuckles.

“I’ll do that.” He looks over at you, his full lips parted as the distance between you grows smaller.

“But there are a couple of other things I want to go over first.” He turns to face you, his hand sliding up your bare arm.

“Oh yeah? And what are those?” You place your hands on his chest, fingering the top button of his vest as you stare into his hungry eyes. The scent of his aftershave swims around you and into your nostrils as his breathing gets faster.

He grabs your chin between his thumb and forefinger. “You’re gonna do as I say.” He raises his eyebrows, drawing you in closer to him. “You’re gonna take your clothes off and sit on the bed while you watch me undress.”

“Okay.” You nod, feeling a wetness start to grow between your legs. “Okay.” You whisper again as your lips curl into a smile. The mere thought of relinquishing control sends an exhilarating jolt up your spine.

He bites his lower lip and closes his eyes, taking in a long slow breath before letting go of your face. His Adam’s Apple rises and falls as he swallows hard, his gulp audible against the buzz of the lights. His hands fall to the leather holster around his shoulders, sliding it off of his arms with a quick glance at you.

“Take off that dress.” He turns toward your desk again, setting his holster and weapon carefully on the stool in front of his jacket.

You do as you’re told, and slide out of your dress, leaving a trail of green satin on the floor as you make your way over to the bed. You remove your bra next, and then your panties, letting that black garter stay as a witness to whatever he has planned for you.

You climb onto the bed and look over at Gyp as he sets his vest down. He starts to undo his tie, and pulls it out of his shirt collar. “Touch yourself.” He orders without even looking at you. Oh God. Why was that so hot? Why was HE so hot? Why did it take this long for you to realize you’d both been thinking about each other this way for years?

You take in a deep breath and let your hand separate your legs. Your fingers slide in between your lips, spreading them apart as your moisture slides down your thighs. You’d touched yourself while thinking about Gyp before… sometimes several times in one night after he came to collect, but you were never lucky enough to have him in the same room while you did it.

“I wanna hear it.” He finishes unbuttoning his shirt and practically rips it off of his arms.

Your toes curl at his request. You start to moan as you rub yourself up and down, grabbing ahold of the wrought iron bed frame as your whole hand becomes soaked with your moisture.

“No.” He takes off his undershirt. “I wanna hear it, not you.”

Your raise your eyebrows into your hairline. You’ve never met anyone who knows exactly what they want. Not like this, anyways.

You lift your leg on top of the bed frame, making sure he’ll see you in all of glory when he turns to face you. Sliding two fingers inside, you pull them out quickly before thrusting them back in. The sound of your juices mixing against your skin make him smile as he finally turns around.

“That’s it…” He walks up to the edge of the bed and stares as you continue to work on yourself. He licks his lips and rubs his hand over the dress pants that cage his erection.

“You ready for me, Pocahontas?” His hands move up to his belt, taking their time separating the leather from the silver metal.

You nod as he whips his belt out of his pant loops, his chest rising and falling faster than ever. He holds it high above his head, letting it dangle next to him as he closes his eyes. His lips part as they swell with want, his cock stretching the polyester past its limit.

You bring your hand out from between your legs and stare at him. His arm remains still as he displays his belt; his eyes hooded as they stare at his feet. Did he forget what he was doing? Did he forget where he was? You lean in to bring him out of his trance, only to be met with a hand around your throat.

“Gyp!” You inhale, grabbing his wrist. He opens his eyes and looks at you, his irises black and wild against his mocha colored skin. He tightens his grip around your throat despite your attempt to break free, and kisses your mouth. His tongue tastes of the whiskey you gave him earlier, his lips salty against your own.

“Are you going to do what I say, Injun Bitch?” He sucks on your lips before bringing his belt down to his side.

Did he just say what you think he just said? Injun Bitch? Was he kidding? You feel his freshly shaven cheek brush against your palm before you realize that you’ve just smacked him across the face.

“Oh yeah.” He smiles and lets go of your throat. Bringing his belt up against your chest, he traces the outline of your breasts with the buckle.

“Take it out on me.” He whispers, bringing the belt down between your legs.

“What?” You shiver as the cold belt collects your moisture and paints a trail up your stomach.

“I want you to hurt me…” He threads the leather between the metal, looping it around his neck. He pulls it tight and hands you the end. “Please.”

Oh my God, he’s serious.

You hold the belt in your hand and look up at him; this half naked man standing in front of you, asking you to… do what… exactly? Your eyes shift from side to side, searching your brain for the answer to what you think he wants. Was his dominating personality just a ruse?

You pull the belt tight and watch his smile widen. Tighter and tighter, and his breath hitches as he undoes his pants.

“Is this what you want, Gyp?” You pull him onto the bed as his clothes leave his feet.

“Yes.” He grumbles.

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you.” You yank on the belt, pulling him forward.

“Yes!” He coughs into the blanket that covers your queen bed.

“Good.” You slowly run your fingers through his chestnut brown hair, tugging on his locks as you bring his face up to yours. “You look good like this.” You whisper into his mouth, kissing him deeply.

His lips are a quivering mess as you massage them with your tongue, biting his lower lip and pulling. His breath is shallow and labored, your occasional tugs on the belt causing him to gasp. You tighten your grip on his hair and make him cry out.

“Tie me to the bed.” He begs, looking up at you with desperate eyes.

“Tie me to the bed, what?” You raise an eyebrow, enjoying this new role.

“Tie me to the bed, please!” Tears well up in his eyes as he stares you down, spit dripping from his lips.

You smile in return, coiling the belt around your knuckles as you stare at your suffering business partner. You smooth his hair out and pull him over to the foot of the bed before tying the belt into a basic knot.

“That should hold you.” You pull his tether so tight that his cock twitches, sending drops of precum onto the mattress.

“You’d better hope so.” He whispers, grabbing your hips and spinning you around.

He grabs the belt tighter, choking himself harder before he grabs himself with his other hand. He shoves you up against the wall and slides inside of you.

“Oh, Gyp!” You moan against the wall. You hadn’t anticipated just how much he would fill you up. His odd request had occupied too much of your brain power for you to focus on his size.

He grumbles and groans as he shoves his hips into your ass, making the springs in your mattress scream in protest. He lets go of the belt and slides his hand around your neck, gently pulling you into him with each thrust.

His constant role reversal was confusing, but also exciting. He had worked you up with so much anticipation that his huge Sicilian cock was hitting you in just the right spot. His fingers move from your neck and into your hair, bending you over as he drills into you incessantly.

You feel yourself start to quake. Your nerves start to fire more quickly now, and for longer periods of time. His grip on your hair grows tighter as your body explodes into a cascade of pleasure in the center of your friction.

“Gyp!” You barely whisper, clenching down around him. “Oh my God!”

“Y/n!” He pulls your head back to look at him as you come together, his hips furious and violent. He smacks your ass as it shakes and sweats; becoming nothing but a wet mess underneath him. He screams a low, guttural moan as he twitches inside of you, the sound vibrating in his bones.

He leans back and unties the belt, pulling out of you before he collapses onto the bed. “You can keep everything you made tonight.”

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I ain’t scared. Here’s an updated master list with some Shane and Banner.

Fan Fiction Masterlist

AMC’s The Walking Dead

Fast and Loose (With Rosa Diaz)

Eight Ball (With Shane Walsh)

You’re the Boss (Chapter Series)

Not Your First Rodeo

Blinded by the Light

Yes, First Sergeant

Words of Affirmation (Single Mom Chapter Series)

Bargaining Chip  (Asexual Chapter Series)

AMC’s The Walking Dead

Shout

Eight Ball (With Negan)

Marvel’s The Punisher

Take Care  Part 1  Part 2

Secondary Location (With Rosa Diaz)

Marvel’s Cinematic Universe’s The Avengers

Always Angry

NBC’s Hannibal

Anticipation is a Powerful Thing

Control

HBO’s Boardwalk Empire

Blind Tiger

Poker Face

Farmer’s Daughter

Only I Do That

Fox’s NBC’s Brooklyn 99

Are You My Contact? (With Sonny Carisi)

I Always Fight Dirty (With Mike Dodds)

Fast and Loose (With Negan)

Rafael Barba x Reader

Surprise

A Hero’s Welcome

Nick Amaro x Reader

Lost Time

Whatever You Want

How Was Your Day?

Keep A Straight Face

Nick Amaro x Original Male Character (Based off of Bobby Cannavale)

Carlos de Columbia

Part 1 Part 2

Sonny Carisi x Reader

Some Kind of Love

Let Me Stay

Sonny Carisi x Original Male Character (Also based off of Bobby Cannavale :?)

Big Boy Suit

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4

Mike Dodds x Reader

You’re Freezing

Call Me Michael

Hot Hot Heat

Mike Dodds x Nick Amaro

In The Ring

Amanda Rollins x Sonny Carisi

You Don’t Get It

Partner

Amanda Rollins x Sonny Carisi x Nick Amaro

Reunion

CROSSOVERS:

Sonny Carisi x Charles Boyle

Cooking Class

Rafael Barba x Raymond Holt

I Disagree

A ‘Trouble In the Heights’ and SVU Crossover Event:

Bad Bitch

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Only I Do That

Gyp Rosetti x Female Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Choking, Vaginal Sex, Library Sex, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland

Sorry I haven’t been writing as much. This class is a lot of reading and writing:(

Tags: @acutecupidity @stunningstasis @skittle479 @sonnshineandrainbows @smalldiosa @bullet-prooflove @amaroforpresident

Streams of sunlight pierced through the windows of the library, splaying triangles of light across the gray faded carpet. Specks of dust floated gently in the air, coming in and out of focus as they traveled between each stream. Old books bound in leather lent their musk to the stale wooden shelves that lined the walls. You could tell by the angle of the sun that your day was nearly over; the dust almost settling completely on your last stack of books.

The day had gone by just like any other, despite the presence of Mr. Rosetti in your town. The usual crowd had come in for their weekly romance and mystery novels, taking their spots at the tables before returning their books back to you. The children arrived just after school to look through the encyclopedias, leaving them an open mess on their desks.

The sound of the door pulled you away from your thoughts, forcing you to look up from your ledger. He walked into your building alone, the absence of his associates making him appear bigger… taller than normal. His dark hair fell in front of his eyes as he removed his hat, gently placing it on top of your neatly stacked books. His fingers drummed a beat on the thick mahogany surface of your desk as his other hand traced the crease of his fedora.

You took in a deep breath as your eyes met his, trying not to give yourself away. You knew that you should be afraid of him, of what he was capable of, but there was something about him that intrigued you. Something about him triggered a chemical reaction in your brain you could barely find the words to describe.

“How can I help you, Mr. Rosetti?” You took off your reading glasses.

He nodded his head toward the fiction section, raising an eyebrow. “Alice in Wonderland?”

You stared at him blankly, wondering if he was actually asking for the book. The last time you saw him he was disbursing cash to you and your neighbors for your “cooperation”. What could a man like him want with a book like that? Was it code for something? Should you know what that means? You shrugged, figuring it was better not to keep a man like him waiting.

You pointed in the direction of the second aisle. “Alice is under C.”

“C?” He chuckled, furrowing his brow.

You stepped out from behind your desk, straightening your skirt as you stood before him. “C is for Carroll, the author, we organize all of our books here by…”

“Why don’t you show me?” He let go of his hat and started toward the second aisle, pointing in that direction.

“Show you?” You felt a shiver of warmth start to brew in your center.

“The book.” He looked back at you.

“Right.” Get it together, he’s only asking you for a book.

You swallowed hard and walked past him, hoping this feeling of exponential heat would soon leave your body. You walked around the A’s and B’s, sensing him saunter slowly behind you as you reached the middle of the second aisle. Carroll… Carroll… where is Lewis Carroll? You reached your hand out to the collection of books and traced your fingertips over the spines of other authors.

There! You found it: Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll. You pulled the top of the book backward and slid it out of its spot. Holding onto it with both hands, you turned toward Mr. Rosetti and handed him the book.

“Here you go.” You pushed the book into his chest, feeling his fingertips brush against yours as he grasped the novel.

You watched as his thumb smoothed itself over yours, sending quick bursts of lightning down your arms and into your chest. You tried to ignore it, the fast flutter of beats your heart pumped out as your eyes traveled up to his face once again.

His eyes were deep and calm, fixed on yours as he took a step forward. His lips parted as if he were about to speak, only no sound came out. Instead they merely slacked open, his tongue swiping quickly across the bottom as his fingers made their way up to your knuckles. Those rough but tender fingers traced the bony prominences of your hand as they slid up to your wrist.

You held your breath as the skin over your pulse gave in to the light yet tantalizing pressure of his digits. His thumb and index fingers swiveled slowly around your wrist, making the hair on your forearm stand on end. You swallowed hard as he feathered his hand over yours, moving up and over the sleeve of your blouse.

You felt the book fall out of your hands, hearing it hit the floor as his hand smoothed its way up to your neck. Strong and warm, his palm rested against your clavicle as he stepped even closer to you. His dark and earthy scent mixed in with the leather bound books behind you, making this moment that much more memorable. He smiled as he looked down at you, making sure not to step on the book as he pressed himself against you.

“We’re supposed to be quiet.” You whispered, your voice shaking.

“Then be quiet.” He kneaded the muscles just below your hairline and pushed your chin upward with his thumb.

Lips soft as velvet and a tongue smooth as silk pressed against your throat as he kissed you. You bit your lip to hold back a gasp as you tried to follow your rule. Was there anyone else in the library before he came in? Did you hear anyone else walk in after him? Did it even matter? You moaned as you felt his other hand start unbuttoning your blouse, barely moving fast enough to free your eagerly heaving chest.

His hands freed your torso from its cotton cage, the lukewarm air hitting your bare skin as he ripped your shirt off your arms. His mouth traveled down the base of your neck, nipping and biting at your clavicle before reaching your bra. He pulled down the fabric that kept your chest at bay, your nipple practically bouncing into his mouth.

“Mr. Rosetti…” You whispered, running a hand through his hair as your pink flesh disappeared between his lips. “Oh, Mr. Rosetti!”

You felt his hands unfasten the back of your bra, pulling it toward him as he continued to suck on your newly reddened nipple. His dark lashes barely covered his mocha irises as he bit down, gently tugging as your bra hit the floor.

“Ah!” You hissed, pulling his hair as his teeth almost pierced your flesh. You never knew that pain could mix with pleasure like this, his incisors only adding to the lapping and sucking of his tongue.

He smirked as he stretched you out, finally letting you bounce back into place. He straightened out and grabbed your hips, lifting you up onto the nearest table at the end of the aisle. His hands made their way up your knees, making you shiver as the goosebumps left your arms and spread up your thighs.

You were on eye level with him now. Well, almost. You watched as he took his time looking you over, his lips plumping up as he bit his bottom one. His eyes were large and black, quickly moving up and down as he slid the brown tweed of your skirt up your legs.

You smoothed your hand over his crotch, hoping to even out the level of nakedness between you. You didn’t mind him pulling your underwear out from between your legs on the reading desk, but you wanted to see where that big ego stemmed from.

“Only I do that.” He grabbed your wrist, stopping his work on your panties that lay wet and still between your knees. “A little kink of mine.”

Your mouth dropped open. If you weren’t already wetter than the Chesapeake Bay, that line would have flooded the entire library. “Okay,” you whispered, reluctantly pulling your hand away from him.

You stared at his long fingers as they unfastened his belt, leaving it lazy in its loops before undoing the button and zipper on his trousers. The anticipation of what’s to come made your warm and naked nipples harden as your chest heaved once again.

Mr. Rosetti moved a hand in between your legs, pulling your underwear down to your ankles as he reached in between his own. He pulled himself out for you to see; big, thick and intimidating… just like him. His throbbing skin was golden brown as it pulsated in his palm; his fingers squeezing tighter as he stroked himself closer to your center.

“Jesus.” You whispered under your breath, unable to take your eyes away. You’d only ever seen a few up close before, and he was definitely the biggest. The thickest. The longest. The darkest. The…. “Oh!”

You felt him rub his head against your opening as you got lost in your thoughts. The warm sensation of his slick organ sent those lightning bolts back up your body as he slid it up and down your lubricated length. You kept your eyes on it as he pressed himself inside of you, each veiny inch disappearing as you pushed your hips to the edge of the desk.

“Oh my God,” You let your eyelids fall as his girth stretched your muscles apart. “Oh my God.”

You heard him let out a moan as he moved his hands to your ass, pulling you into him with each slow and torturous thrust. His movements became faster, more fluid as the wooden table beneath you began to creak.

You had forgotten you were at work for a moment, but just as quickly as you had remembered, you removed it from your mind. This sweet, blissful feeling of warm flesh skimming into yours was all that mattered. It had been a year since someone had been between your legs like this, and you were glad you had waited for Mr. Rosetti. You were glad with every moan, and every slap of skin as he rammed into you, filling you to his hilt.

You opened your eyes and looked up at him, a vein in his temple protruding out like the Mississippi River. You lifted your hand to touch it, feeling the sweat drip out of his pores as he threatened to break both your hips and the table. You traced your fingers along his dark eyebrows, letting your hand survey the map of his face before gently falling onto his lips. God, those lips. Who gave him the right to be this handsome? You bit your lip as you stared at his features, feeling him grab your wrist again.

You gasped at the change of contact, his hips slowing down, but still pushing in and out of you. He leaned in to kiss you, biting your lip before pulling away. His grip on your wrist got tighter, moving your hand to his neck and leaving it there.

“Squeeze.” He whispered, kissing you again.

“Wha…?” you kissed him back, tasting espresso and whiskey on his lips.

“Squeeze my neck.” He fingered your clit in circles as he pushed his hips deeper and harder into yours. “PLEASE.” He growled.

“Okay.” You’ve never been asked to do that before. “Okay.” You moved your palm to the center of his neck, your wrist resting on his tie and collar. You wrapped your fingers tightly around his freshly shaven neck, looking up at him to make sure he was okay.

“Harder.” He whispered into you mouth, placing his hand on top of yours as he picked up his pace. “Squeeze harder.”

You squeezed as hard as you could as he rocked into you, hitting that spot you’d almost forgotten you had. You could feel the blood pumping through his carotid artery, slowing down as you pressed deeper into his skin. As his pulse began to slow, his hips sped up, sending your neurons and muscles into overdrive as you matched his rhythm.

“Mr. Rosetti, I’m going to…” You pulled him in by his neck, kissing him as he sent you over the edge. Your legs wrapped around his waist as those bolts of lightning turned into a full-blown electrical storm that traveled through your core and into your toes. Your whole body shook, clenching and pulsing around him as he kept his pace inside of you.

You tightened your grip around his neck, watching the whites of his eyes turn red before falling over on top of you. His chest heaved in sync with yours as he spasmed, his eyes rolling back into his head as he spilled himself inside of you.

You let go of his throat as your breathing slowed, feeling him bury his face in your neck. His damp suit felt rough against your naked skin as he moaned into your hair, kissing and biting his way down your neck before getting back on his feet.

“I love this town.”

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Well library's and Alice in wonderland books are now going to be an issue for me

Only I Do That

Gyp Rosetti x Female Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Choking, Vaginal Sex, Library Sex, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland

Sorry I haven’t been writing as much. This class is a lot of reading and writing:(

Tags: @acutecupidity @stunningstasis @skittle479 @sonnshineandrainbows @smalldiosa @bullet-prooflove @amaroforpresident

Streams of sunlight pierced through the windows of the library, splaying triangles of light across the gray faded carpet. Specks of dust floated gently in the air, coming in and out of focus as they traveled between each stream. Old books bound in leather lent their musk to the stale wooden shelves that lined the walls. You could tell by the angle of the sun that your day was nearly over; the dust almost settling completely on your last stack of books.

The day had gone by just like any other, despite the presence of Mr. Rosetti in your town. The usual crowd had come in for their weekly romance and mystery novels, taking their spots at the tables before returning their books back to you. The children arrived just after school to look through the encyclopedias, leaving them an open mess on their desks.

The sound of the door pulled you away from your thoughts, forcing you to look up from your ledger. He walked into your building alone, the absence of his associates making him appear bigger… taller than normal. His dark hair fell in front of his eyes as he removed his hat, gently placing it on top of your neatly stacked books. His fingers drummed a beat on the thick mahogany surface of your desk as his other hand traced the crease of his fedora.

You took in a deep breath as your eyes met his, trying not to give yourself away. You knew that you should be afraid of him, of what he was capable of, but there was something about him that intrigued you. Something about him triggered a chemical reaction in your brain you could barely find the words to describe.

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Poker Face

Gyp Rosetti x Female Reader

Warnings: NSFW

Gyp needs a little help with his cards...

The smell of booze and cologne fills the room as you try to balance a tray of drinks on your palm. A chorus of laughter echoes against the thin walls of the club while you do your best not to cough through the thick cloud of smoke. Searching through the hazy dream of three-piece suits, you finally arrive at your table of customers.

“Four whiskeys, on the house.” You smile and sneak into the nearest opening between seats, leaning your hip against the table as you take each glass off the tray. One by one, you set them in front of their owner.

Your boss had emphasized the relevance of tonight, and more importantly, the relevance of his guests’ satisfaction. You’d been briefed on Mr. Rosetti, in particular, and his short fuse. Rumors of killing men over something as petty as motor oil were whispered among the cooks and dishwashers before you came out onto the floor. Rumors of him being a ruthless, short-tempered monster that no one wanted to work with escaped their lips and slithered into your ears. Rumors, you had hoped to God, that were anything but true.

“Thank you.” The first three men look up and nod, glancing quickly back at the cards in their hands.

“My pleasure.” You nod back, placing your club’s signature napkins just under each drink.

You place the last whiskey in front of your final customer, leaning in front of him to avoid knocking over his water. You let go of the glass, straightening out your body out before his hand wraps around your wrist.

“What is this?” He looks up at you, putting his cigarette out in the ashtray next to his drink.

You gasp at the sudden contact, looking at your wrist and then back at him. The golden flecks in his brown eyes start to disappear as his pupils expand to the outer rims of his irises. His black lashes fall just below hooded lids, looking you over as he holds you close. Oh no, you think. This must be Gyp Rosetti.

“Donnelly whiskey, Sir.” You swallow hard as his thumb rubs the underside of your wrist.

“Are you sure?” He raises his eyebrows, glancing at his business partners before looking back at you.

“I poured it myself.” What was he questioning, exactly? The brand of the whiskey? The quality? Did he think you were trying to poison him?

“Taste it for me.” He lets go of your arm and drags his fingertips across the length of your wrist.

You gulp as a knot starts to form in your stomach, pulling your muscles inward as he bites his bottom lip. For a monster he has a pretty handsome face; but monsters always have a way of drawing you in one way or another.

“Of course.” You wrap your fingers around the glass and bring it to your lips.

“What does it taste like?” There could have been a circus running through the room right now, and Gyp would be none the wiser. His attention is so focused on you, you can feel your body start to heat up under his gaze.

“It tastes like smooth, buttery heaven.” You wink and set his glass down in front of him.

“And what do you taste like?” He leans forward.

“I, uh…” you stammer, feeling his fingertips slowly walk up the back of your thigh. That knot in your stomach tightens, forcing the breath out of your lungs as you attempt to hold your tray steady.

“Why don’t you sit on old Gyp’s lap?” He leans back and rubs his leg. “Help me with my cards?”

You glance down at the plum colored fabric that wraps around his legs and hips, perfectly tailored to his muscular body. His hand smooths the cotton up his thigh, pulling it tight around the outline of his cock before patting his knee.

“My boss needs me to…” You take in a deep breath. “I couldn’t possibly…” No, you couldn’t possibly sit on one of the most dangerous men in America’s laps. You couldn’t leave at the beginning of your shift just to satisfy some urge you didn’t know you had until just now. An urge to run your fingers through those chestnut brown locks of his, to taste those perfect pouty lips.

“Your boss wants to keep me happy.” He reaches into his pocket and drops a stack of hundred dollar bills onto the table. “Take a seat.”

Take a seat? Take a seat?! You feel your knees bend before you even know what’s going on. Gyp’s hand slides up your skirt and down the front of your thigh as you get comfortable between his legs.

“Can we play poker now, Mr. Rosetti?” The man sitting across from him asks.

“Hold your horses, Charlie.” Gyp chides back. “We’ll see just how ‘Lucky’ you are tonight.” He picks up his cards and places them in front of you.

“You ever play poker before, sweetheart?” The scent of his cologne permeates into your nostrils as you lean back into his chest.

“Once or twice.” You admit, feeling his hand slide in between your legs.

“Oh, well it’s real easy…” He slides his index and middle fingers down the front of your panties, pulling them to the side before delving into your lips.

“Is it?” You whimper, breathing heavily. You can’t believe how wet you already are for him.

“Oh yeah,” His voice feels like heavy thunder rattling around in his rib cage. “Now I want you to pick up the third card from the left and lay it down on the table for me.” He instructs, that thunder now vibrating into your bones.

“This one?” You finger the length of the Two of Hearts.

“Yeah, doll, that one.” He fingers your clit as you pull the card out from the deck.

You lick your lips as your chest heaves up and down, his fingers rubbing you in a perfect circle. You rock your hips into his hand as his cock starts to grow against your ass. Your lips part and you feel his breath on your neck; hot and steady against your ear. You place the card on the table and slide it over to Charlie.

“Just one, Gyp?” He picks up the card and places it on the bottom of the deck, looking extremely annoyed, but not at all surprised.

“Yeah, Luc, just the one.” He sets his cards down and takes a sip of whiskey.

“Here.” Charlie Luciano slides a new card from the top of the deck to the middle of the table.

“Now, I want you to pick up the card,” Gyp whispers into your ear, sliding his fingers up and down your dripping wet length. “But I don’t want you to react when you see it, okay?”

“Okay.”

Charlie shakes his head in disapproval, downing the rest of his drink.

You lean forward and pull the card over the worn green felt of the table, slowly lifting it up to see what it is. The Three Of Clubs.

Gyp’s fingers plunge inside of you, his thumb pressing down on your clit as you put the card in with the rest of his hand. You gasp as he fills you up. If his fingers are this big, you can only imagine how big his dick is.

“I told you not to react.” He says, shoving his fingers in even deeper.

“I’m sorry,” you mutter breathlessly. “I’m sorry, Mr. Rosetti.”

“Gyp.” He whispers, kissing your earlobe. He bites down and pulls your cartilage away from your neck, letting it bounce back as the other players trade in their cards.

The three other men trade multiple numbers of cards, trying not to break their poker faces as they get their replacements. Charlie lets out a long sigh as he sets the deck to the side. “Alright, Gyp…”

“Looks like we’re both getting Lucky tonight, Luciano.” He chugs the rest of his whiskey and sets it down on the table. “I fold.”

“Thank Christ.” Charlie mutters under his breath.

Gyp takes his time pulling his fingers out of you, slowly tugging on your clit on his way up. He brings them up your dress, leaving a trail of your moisture on your black silk ‘uniform’. He brings them up to his lips and slides them into his mouth. The look on his face is so sinful, he looks like the cat that ate the canary.

“Tastes like smooth, buttery heaven.” He looks you up and down, placing his fingertips on your bottom lip. “You wanna get out of here?”

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Tags: @stunningstasis @smalldiosa @acutecupidity @sonnshineandrainbows @skittle479 @hot-cheeto-nevada @aphinablog

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Random Reblog because I want Gyp real bad tonight.

Poker Face

Gyp Rosetti x Female Reader

Warnings: NSFW

Gyp needs a little help with his cards…

The smell of booze and cologne fills the room as you try to balance a tray of drinks on your palm. A chorus of laughter echoes against the thin walls of the club while you do your best not to cough through the thick cloud of smoke. Searching through the hazy dream of three-piece suits, you finally arrive at your table of customers.

“Four whiskeys, on the house.” You smile and sneak into the nearest opening between seats, leaning your hip against the table as you take each glass off the tray. One by one, you set them in front of their owner.

Your boss had emphasized the relevance of tonight, and more importantly, the relevance of his guests’ satisfaction. You’d been briefed on Mr. Rosetti, in particular, and his short fuse. Rumors of killing men over something as petty as motor oil were whispered among the cooks and dishwashers before you came out onto the floor. Rumors of him being a ruthless, short-tempered monster that no one wanted to work with escaped their lips and slithered into your ears. Rumors, you had hoped to God, that were anything but true.

“Thank you.” The first three men look up and nod, glancing quickly back at the cards in their hands.

“My pleasure.” You nod back, placing your club’s signature napkins just under each drink.

You place the last whiskey in front of your final customer, leaning in front of him to avoid knocking over his water. You let go of the glass, straightening out your body out before his hand wraps around your wrist.

“What is this?” He looks up at you, putting his cigarette out in the ashtray next to his drink.

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Updated, y’all!

Fan Fiction Masterlist

AMC’s The Walking Dead

You’re The Boss (Multiple Chapters)

Fast and Loose

Blinded by the Light

Marvel’s The Punisher

Take Care  Part 1  Part 2

Secondary Location (With Rosa Diaz)

NBC’s Hannibal

Anticipation is a Powerful Thing

Control

HBO’s Boardwalk Empire

Blind Tiger

Poker Face

Farmer’s Daughter

Only I Do That

Fox’s NBC’s Brooklyn 99

Are You My Contact? (With Sonny Carisi)

I Always Fight Dirty (With Mike Dodds)

Fast and Loose (With Negan)

Rafael Barba x Reader

Surprise

A Hero’s Welcome

Nick Amaro x Reader

Lost Time

Whatever You Want

How Was Your Day?

Keep A Straight Face

Nick Amaro x Original Male Character (Based off of Bobby Cannavale)

Carlos de Columbia

Part 1 Part 2

Sonny Carisi x Reader

Some Kind of Love

Let Me Stay

Sonny Carisi x Original Male Character (Also based off of Bobby Cannavale :?)

Big Boy Suit

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4

Mike Dodds x Reader

You’re Freezing

Call Me Michael

Hot Hot Heat

Mike Dodds x Nick Amaro

In The Ring

Amanda Rollins x Sonny Carisi

You Don’t Get It

Partner

Amanda Rollins x Sonny Carisi x Nick Amaro

Reunion

CROSSOVERS:

Sonny Carisi x Charles Boyle

Cooking Class

Rafael Barba x Raymond Holt

I Disagree

A ‘Trouble In the Heights’ and SVU Crossover Event:

Bad Bitch

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Revving myself up...

Blind Tiger

Giuseppe “Gyp” Rosetti x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Choking, Prohibition, Belittling, Spanking, Vaginal Sex, Bondage, Alcohol, The 1920′s, Three Piece Suits, Bobby Cannavale as a super hot Power Bottom, and The Electric Light

Tags: @stunningstasis @hot-cheeto-nevada 

“It’s good to see you, Gyp.”

“Gyp?” He takes his hat off and sets it on the counter. “Since when did you start calling me that?”

He turns on his heel and walks toward the corner of the bar, circling his way back towards you. His fingers trace their way across the uneven wood, stopping just short of the glass in your hand.

“Since you brought me good business.” You look up at him, his auburn eyes glimmering in the dim electric light.

“Good business?” He closes the space between you, gripping your hand around the glass. “Good business for you,” he brushes a strand of hair off your shoulder. “Is good business for me.”

You glance down at his hand, holding your breath as his thumb massages your collar bone. Soft, smooth fingertips send a wave of warmth down your body as they make their way down your clavicle. You exhale and wonder, for a second, what his fingertips might feel like in other places.

“And it’s time to collect.” He slides his fingers in between your breasts and pulls out a wad of cash. “There it is.” He lifts your chin with the stack of dollar bills, biting his lip as he looks you up and down.

“Half of it’s yours.” You whisper, your lips brushing against his.

“Half?” He smiles, the gap in his teeth more prominent than ever. “I should take all of it.”

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This man is a torment!

Farmer’s Daughter

Gyp Rosetti x Female Reader

Warnings: NSFW

This is based on my discussions with @sonnshineandrainbows I apologize if you don’t like it, I was high on cold medicine half the time. 

The needle skimmed across the record as it spun in a perfect circle, pulling the voices of the Carter Family out of the shellac and into the air. “Well there’s a dark and troubled side of life…”

You pulled the ribbon out of your hair and set it on your vanity as you started singing along. “There’s a bright and a sunny side too.” You picked up your brush and combed the teeth through your hair as the first verse rang through your bedroom. “But if you meet with the darkness and strife,” you set your brush down next to your compact. “The sunny side we may also view.”

“Keep on the sunny side, always on the sunny side. Keep on the sunny side of life. It will help us everyday, it will brighten all the way, if we keep on the sunny side of life.”

Thunderous applause boomed over the sound of the gramophone, forcing you to look back. The tall figure of your father’s business partner leaned against your door frame. You were almost positive you’d shut your door before playing your music.

“Don’t stop on account of me.” An amused look crossed his face as he stared at you from your entryway.

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Been thinking about Gyp again a lot lately... gotta update my Masterlist soon:)

Only I Do That

Gyp Rosetti x Female Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Choking, Vaginal Sex, Library Sex, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland

Sorry I haven’t been writing as much. This class is a lot of reading and writing:(

Tags: @acutecupidity @stunningstasis @skittle479 @sonnshineandrainbows @smalldiosa @bullet-prooflove @amaroforpresident

Streams of sunlight pierced through the windows of the library, splaying triangles of light across the gray faded carpet. Specks of dust floated gently in the air, coming in and out of focus as they traveled between each stream. Old books bound in leather lent their musk to the stale wooden shelves that lined the walls. You could tell by the angle of the sun that your day was nearly over; the dust almost settling completely on your last stack of books.

The day had gone by just like any other, despite the presence of Mr. Rosetti in your town. The usual crowd had come in for their weekly romance and mystery novels, taking their spots at the tables before returning their books back to you. The children arrived just after school to look through the encyclopedias, leaving them an open mess on their desks.

The sound of the door pulled you away from your thoughts, forcing you to look up from your ledger. He walked into your building alone, the absence of his associates making him appear bigger… taller than normal. His dark hair fell in front of his eyes as he removed his hat, gently placing it on top of your neatly stacked books. His fingers drummed a beat on the thick mahogany surface of your desk as his other hand traced the crease of his fedora.

You took in a deep breath as your eyes met his, trying not to give yourself away. You knew that you should be afraid of him, of what he was capable of, but there was something about him that intrigued you. Something about him triggered a chemical reaction in your brain you could barely find the words to describe.

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You and me both. I need more Gyp but no one else writes for him:(

Only I Do That

Gyp Rosetti x Female Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Choking, Vaginal Sex, Library Sex, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland

Sorry I haven’t been writing as much. This class is a lot of reading and writing:(

Tags: @acutecupidity @stunningstasis @skittle479 @sonnshineandrainbows @smalldiosa @bullet-prooflove @amaroforpresident

Streams of sunlight pierced through the windows of the library, splaying triangles of light across the gray faded carpet. Specks of dust floated gently in the air, coming in and out of focus as they traveled between each stream. Old books bound in leather lent their musk to the stale wooden shelves that lined the walls. You could tell by the angle of the sun that your day was nearly over; the dust almost settling completely on your last stack of books.

The day had gone by just like any other, despite the presence of Mr. Rosetti in your town. The usual crowd had come in for their weekly romance and mystery novels, taking their spots at the tables before returning their books back to you. The children arrived just after school to look through the encyclopedias, leaving them an open mess on their desks.

The sound of the door pulled you away from your thoughts, forcing you to look up from your ledger. He walked into your building alone, the absence of his associates making him appear bigger… taller than normal. His dark hair fell in front of his eyes as he removed his hat, gently placing it on top of your neatly stacked books. His fingers drummed a beat on the thick mahogany surface of your desk as his other hand traced the crease of his fedora.

You took in a deep breath as your eyes met his, trying not to give yourself away. You knew that you should be afraid of him, of what he was capable of, but there was something about him that intrigued you. Something about him triggered a chemical reaction in your brain you could barely find the words to describe.

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