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riboism · 6 days ago

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tear you apart

�� mob boss! p.sh x fem. ballerina! reader

》 wc: 3.3k

》 plot: a powerful mob boss becomes dangerously distracted by a captivating ballerina, leading him to abandon an important business deal because of his new obsession. Determined to regain his focus, he confronts her one night after a show, only to find himself even deeper entangled in his desire—and a conflict that could jeopardize everything.

》 content: swan lake ballet, ballerina!reader, mob boss! seonghwa, dom! seonghwa, gloved finger-fucking?? eventual smut

🎧 tear you apart- she wants revenge, sour switchblade- elita, into the woods- bragolin

It was now the final act of the show. Rothbart was defeated, his dark powers broken, and the swan maidens were free at last. In the soft glow of the stage, you and Siegfried danced together, your movements light and delicate, like drifting feathers. Each step felt weightless as you floated through the scene, surrounded by the gentle swell of the orchestra and the dreamy, pearlescent backdrop that bathed everything in a soft, otherworldly light. This was the most serene moment of the entire performance—yet your heart raced wildly in your chest.

Throughout the entire show, a sense of unease gripped you, following your every movement on stage. No matter where you turned or what role you played, you felt his eyes on you, that same piercing, unrelenting gaze that had been following you all season.

Park Seonghwa always sat in the same seat, just a little off-center in the orchestra, ensuring he had the best view of you. Like clockwork, he was here every Saturday night, with his hair slicked back with precision, dressed in a long, black coat that skimmed the floor, and his leather-gloved hands resting motionless on his knees. His eyes followed you all over the stage, studying your every move, every tweak of your brow, his plump lips parted in fascination. His unblinking, stone-cold expression sent shivers down your spine, and yet, you couldn’t deny the intrigue it sparked in you. His observance of you, so focused and ceaseless, made you feel powerful—seen. As if, in his eyes, you were the only ballerina on that stage, the rest of the world fading into irrelevance. You almost looked forward to seeing him in the audience every night, that is, until some whisperings from the other ballerinas during dress rehearsal rattled you.

"A mobster? Really? I thought those only existed in Scorsese movies," one ballerina laughed softly, her eyes darting nervously to the corner where he sometimes lingered after performances.

"It's true!" another whispered eagerly. "He's part of the Park crime family. Remember when they started cracking down on drug trafficking? Then they suddenly dropped all charges. I heard he paid off half the force. And now—well, I hear he’s eyeing the theater as a front for money laundering."

There was more truth to their rumors than they realized. After his father’s sudden departure, Seonghwa had inherited the mantle, becoming the head of the Park family business—a role he’d taken on with cold, unerring resolve. He was trusted to be the new, pragmatic decision-maker, one who wold keep the family business running smoothly. Everything had been going according to plan, right down to choosing an old, run-down theater on the outskirts of town as his next investment.

It was a simple acquisition, one that should have been handled quickly. But one evening, he found himself sitting in the darkened theater, watching intently as you stepped onto the stage in your pearly white tutu, your sculpted legs covered in thick stockings, twirling on your experienced tippy toes, forcing him to wonder how you can move so gracefully while doing something that seemed so painful.

Seonghwa never thought much of performance art; it simply wasn’t his world. His world was dark, brutal, and unforgiving. But from the first graceful movement, and the beautiful melody from the live orchestra, he was captivated with the world of the Swan Lake. You moved with such elegance and emotion that he couldn’t look away, each gesture leaving him more entranced than the last. From that night on, he returned every evening you performed, ignoring his obligations just to see you dance. He became infatuated with the beauty and artistry he hadn’t known could exist.

The original plan was simple: aquire the theater, reshape it into something profitable, and then use the profits to conceal earnings. But now, the thought of disrupting your world was unbearable. Reluctantly, he abandoned the deal, his priorities now twisted by an enchantment he resented.

From that very first performance, you unknowingly unraveled the careful fabric of his plans. Seonghwa found himself slipping away from his duties week after week, drawn back to that same old theater. His associates began to worry, questioning his judgement, but he couldn’t help it. He told himself it was just a curiosity or distraction—anything but the truth. You had enchanted him, woven yourself into his thoughts so deeply that he couldn’t bring himself to go through with the acquisition. Every time he saw you, he was reminded of what he stood to lose.

His associates were quick to notice his shift, whispering about his lack of judgment and uncharacteristic indecision. They urged him to reconsider, to stay grounded—but he felt himself slipping. Trouble was on the horizon; he could sense it. Part of him loathed you for the hold you had over him, for making him slack off from his responsibilities. Yet, night after night, he was drawn back, helpless against the spell you’d cast, unable to break free, and unwilling to let go.

Seonghwa knew he couldn’t keep living like this. His soul was burning hopelessly, and he needed to put out this fire fast.

—

It was quiet now, the theater emptying as the final notes of the orchestra still seemed to hang faintly in the air. You slipped into your dressing room, exhausted yet exhilarated, the glow of the performance still warming you as you changed out of your costume. Carefully, you removed your stage makeup, wiping away the traces of the Swan Queen. The transformation always felt strange, trading feathers and grace for the ordinary routine of going home.

You packed your things slowly, placing each item into your bag with a practiced rhythm, already looking forward to the calm of your apartment. But as you reached for your coat, a prickle of unease returned. It was that lingering feeling, the sensation of being watched, that had haunted you all night.

The silence shattered with a sudden, firm knock on the door, catching you off guard. Your heart raced, and before you could even gather yourself to respond, the door creaked open, slow and deliberate. His face appeared in the dim light, and you caught your breath. It was him.

Seonghwa stepped in just enough for his figure to fill the doorway, his familiar dark coat draping around him like a shadow. His expression was unreadable, the same cold, composed look he always wore, yet his eyes held a strange intensity that made you feel hot.

Your heart pounded as he stood there, with his gaze fixed intently on you. You felt a flicker of fear—a quiet, instinctive warning. Everything about him radiated power, a kind of quiet danger that you couldn’t ignore. Yet, having him so close to you now felt exhilarating, almost like you were waiting for him to knock on your door.

“I hope I’m not intruding,” He apologized, his sharp features now softening in your presence, hoping to disarm you.

“I’m sorry, c-can I help you with something?”

He paced around your small dressing room, his eyes lingering on the little details—your stage makeup scattered across the vanity, the photo frames of other ballerinas lining the walls. Anxiety twisted in your stomach as you watched him, still unsure of why he was here. Then, he turned to you with an unreadable expression, extending his gloved hand. "I just wanted to introduce myself properly," he said, his voice smooth but distant, “Park Seonghwa. I’m from a private equity firm. I know the owner, Hongjoong.” Shakily, you reached out your hand, the leather of his glove feeling cold and unnatural against your skin. You suppressed a shiver as his grip lingered just a second longer than you expected.

“I’m Y/N.”

"Y/N...Congratulations on being this season’s Swan Queen," he continued, his voice low and deliberate. "You’ve done very well. You must be very pleased with yourself."

You managed a quiet thank you, though the words felt strange on your lips, your usual confidence faltering under his watchful gaze. His praise should have flattered you, but instead, it left you feeling oddly exposed, like he saw more than you intended to show.

He released your hand, but the strange, lingering sensation stayed with you, leaving you both captivated and nervous.

Feeling faint, you sat down on your vanity chair. "So, you know Hongjoong?" you asked, searching for some logic behind his sudden presence.

"I do," he replied smoothly, though there was a slight glint in his eye that betrayed him. "We’ve been discussing a potential business venture together."

The truth, however, was a little more complicated. Seonghwa had met Hongjoong only once, barely enough to call him an acquaintance. From the start, Hongjoong hadn’t seemed eager to hand over his only asset to a man of Seonghwa’s reputation, especially not when rumors swirled about his intention to repurpose the theater into something as mundane as a car wash to serve as a front for his family’s business. But Seonghwa knew how to persuade, and when he named his price, Hongjoong’s reluctance began to waver.

That first night, they’d arranged to negotiate the deal, and Seonghwa had come prepared to secure the theater with his usual finesse. But Hongjoong was running late. Growing tired from standing in the lobby all evening, Seonghwa decided to sit in an empty seat during the show only to rest his feet, but your elegant movements captivated him, and made him forget who he was and why he was there.

He stepped closer, closing the distance between you in a way that made the small room feel even smaller. Your breath hitched as his intense gaze softened slightly, a hint of a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. The air between you felt charged, the warmth of his presence mingling with the lingering cold from his leather gloves.

“But I’m not here to talk about that,” He said, towering over you, “I could actually use your help in something.”

There was something odd yet inticing about his request. What could he, a possible mob boss, want from someone like you?

“And what might that be?” You asked, your throat suddenly feeling dry.

He was so close to you now that you could pick up the warming notes of his cologne— spices, sandalwood, and a hint of citrus. You’d seen his face a thousand times before, always shrouded in the dim lighting of the audience, his expression always stoic and muted. But now, with the light catching the sharp angles of his cheekbones and his plush and perfect lips just inches away from you, he was utterly captivating. You couldn’t look away.

"You see, I have this problem," he said, pacing slowly around you, his voice steady but laced with something unspoken. The air shifted each time he moved, the chill of his absence replaced by an intoxicating warmth as he drew near again.

"A problem?" you echoed, your voice a little breathless, trying to focus as his reflection loomed behind you in the mirror.

"Mm." He stopped directly behind you, lowering his head closer to the nape of your neck. His breath was warm against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. "It’s you," he admitted, his tone dropping into something dangerously intimate.

Your heart skipped a beat. "Me?"

Seonghwa straightened himself, meeting your wide-eyed gaze in the mirror, his lips curving into a faint, knowing smirk. "You’re making it very hard for me to focus on my job," he said. His words were as smooth as they were direct. "And when a man like me gets distracted… it causes complications."

He moved again, standing to your side now, his hand resting lightly on the back of your chair. The closeness was almost unbearable, every nerve in your body hyper-aware of his presence.

"So," he continued, his eyes locking onto yours, "I thought perhaps you could help me resolve this little… issue of mine."

Your mind raced to comprehend the suggestion wrapped in his words. The way he looked at you left no room for misinterpretation, his meaning clear without being crass. You felt a sudden pulse between your legs, forcing you to squeeze your thighs tighter.

"And how exactly would I… help?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Seonghwa tilted his head, a slow smile tugging at his lips. "You’re a clever woman," he said, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from your shoulder with deliberate care. "I think you already know."

—

You sat perched on your dressing table, forced to see yourself reflected in the mirror. There was a nervous flutter in your stomach as Seonghwa loomed behind you, his broad shoulders and low eyes making your breath hitch. You watched as he parted your thighs before eagerly ripping at the center seam of your stocking, revealing your glistening cunt to you both. Before you could react, he brought down his gloved hand, tapping on your pulsing clit a few times before pressing down in slow and small circles.

The coldness of the leather made you gasp, your heartbeat spiraling in excitement. You could see your slick coating his fingers, bringing a faint shine to his black gloves.

“Such a fat little pussy,” he breathed into your neck, the sudden warmth making a few hairs stand at your nape. He lightly slapped your cunt again, his mouth watering at your chubby, wet folds. “Didn’t think such a sweet little ballerina had something like this between her legs.”

You couldn’t help but feel vulnerable as you took in your reflection, hardly recognizing the scantily clad woman before you. You pressed your eyes shut as he continued pulling a string of shaky, breathless moans from your lips.

“Let’s see how well this little pussy can take me, hm?” He challenged, refusing to wait for your response before inserting a leathered digit into your wet walls. You gasped at the sudden intrusion, struggling to wrap around the thickness of his glove. Seonghwa chuckled at your tightness.

“Please,” You begged, tightly holding onto his working arm. But the desperation in your voice only egged him on. He thrust in a merciless rhythm, the squelching sounds from your arousal sending blood down to his groin.

“Please what dear? You want more?” Seonghwa grinned devilishly before stuffing in another finger, the sudden stretch sending a mix of pain and pleasure to your core. He worked you open at a brutal pace, soaking in your sweet moans as you gripped onto him tighter.

You were slowly coming undone, your knees quivering and threatening to cave in. You felt his hand grip onto your inner thigh, holding you open as much as possible for him. It was then that you fluttered your eyes open, only to find his gaze already locked onto yours in the mirror. You felt a twist in your stomach like he’d caught you doing something you shouldn’t be doing. You quickly realized that Seonghwa had been watching you in the mirror, his gaze unwavering as he took in every tear tracing your scorned red cheek, the delicate furrow of your brow, and the way your plush, pouty lips let out the softest, most beautiful whines he’d ever heard. Just as enchanting as your expressions were on stage, they were even more alluring here as he ravished you at his will.

His fingers were so much deeper now, hitting you in all the right places, until the tension inside of you snapped and you finally let go all over his gloved fingers. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You sputtered, watching your wetness drip down his gloves. Exhaustion suddenly took over you, forcing your head to fall against his chest.

“I hope you don’t think we’re finished here,” He whispered, his soft, full lips feathering over your ear lobe, “There’s still a lot of things I need you to do.”

—

You were sprawled out over the table now, your top completely discarded, leaving you in just your ripped stockings. Seonghwa liked the stockings you wore on stage. They were so pearly and smooth, and he almost felt bad for ruining them this way. He leaned down and peppered a trail of kisses under your ear, down to your collarbone, lingering over your hardened peaks briefly, before continuing down to your pelvis.

You felt a wave of heat spread over you as he kissed around the outside of your cunt before spreading your lips with his fingers, reuniting you with the coldness of the leather. He dragged his long, warm tongue over your hot slit, groaning once your essence reached his tastebuds.

“You taste just as sweet as you look,” He praised, before wrapping his lips over your swollen clit. He sucked and pulled, swallowing every bit of juice you offered him hungrily.

Your back arched in bliss, your hips rolling as he gleefully lapped away at your cunt. He pressed his strong hands down your inner thighs to keep you still, your puffy pussy now spread completely open for him to devour. He savored every drop of you, like a predator that spent weeks catching its prey.

Seonghwa told himself he’d finally be rid of this infatuation after tonight and return to his duties with no more distractions, but how could he now after seeing you like this? With your body so willing, the sheer afterglow hitting your face and collarbones, the uneasy rise of your chest, and those lustful, messy moans? It all enticed him even further, and he worried he’d never be able to stay away.

Seonghwa was at his peak now, and he couldn’t hold out any longer. He quickly sprang up at his feet, the sounds of his belt unbuckling making your core throb with anticipation. His angry, red tip pressed against your slit, making you gasp at how hot and hard he felt.

Seonghwa pushed himself in slowly, inch by inch until his shaft was completely sucked in by you. He cursed at your tightness and moved his hips slowly, allowing you to adjust to his girth.

“Fuck!” You cried out, curling your toes as he plunged deeper into you. He fucked you hard and rough, determined to take all his anger and frustrations out on you so that he could return to his stoic self. He hated you for throwing him off his game, and he still held onto that hope that he’d finally let go of all his pent up emotions once he finishes fucking your brains out. He just needed to get it out of his system.

You winced at his tight grasp on your hips. His pace was brutal, the sounds of your dressing table rocking against the wall overpowering your desperate screams, yet you refused to open your eyes. You didn’t want to see his face while he thrusted into you with an unspoken vendetta. His gaze alone made you feel even more hot and frazzled.

Suddenly, you felt his hand creep to the back of your head, pulling your head up by a fistful of strands. You took in a sharp breath, the pain of your pulled hair forcing you to open your eyes at last.

“Look at how good you fucking take me,” He grunted, pushing your head down farther to help you get a good look at his cock stretching out your swollen cunt. “ ‘Take me just like a good girl.”

Your face grew hot as you watched yourself take him in, eyes bulging at his thick cock that was decorated with pulsing veins and twitched inside of you so deliciously. So drunk off his cock, you found yourself rambling nonsense as he fucked you into oblivion. “Yes, yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me so good!”

You felt you both were melting into each other, your breathing growing erratic and unsteady until you finally lost your composure.

Seonghwa pulled out of you, spilling himself over your wet cunt as he sucked in a breath, making sure to milk out every last drop of his seed. You couldn’t help but watch as he spread his thick, white cum over your swollen pussy lips, your body twitching from the sensitivity.

When you looked up at him, you found his face flushed as red as yours, his mouth slightly agape, with an expression that caught you off guard. The moody, confident alpha male who had entered your room now seemed unsteady, his composure cracked, leaving him looking utterly broken and confused.

He leaned down, his breath mingling with yours for a fleeting moment before his lips finally pressed against yours. The kiss was seamless, as though the two of you had been meant to move together in this way all along. The warmth of his touch ignited something between you, a spark that quickly became a flame, and a flame that would soon become a raging fire that could never be put out.

Seonghwa's desire for you only intensified in that moment. Whatever his plans had been before tonight, they now felt irrelevant, tangled up in the web of feelings he could no longer suppress. He didn’t know what this meant for his current predicament—how this would complicate everything—but one thing was certain: he wouldn’t be letting you go anytime soon. He’s marked his destiny by letting himself be engulfed in the flames.

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wheredafandomat · 1 year ago

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Party girl

Mob! Loki x female reader

18+ | contains smut, alcohol, unprotected shmex

You brought your glass to your lips, hips swaying a little as you felt the music reverberate through you, each sip lowering your inhibitions enough to smile at the stranger eyeing you from across the rooftop. Your gazes had met a few times now, neither of you approaching the other as the people around you continued to move intoxicated in tandem, dancing to the music. When one of your favourite songs began to play, you couldn’t help the pull of the melody leaving you throwing your shoulders back as you danced, singing along with the rest of the crowd. The scent of alcohol mixed with perfume was carried around the rooftop by the swift evening breeze, engulfing you in a feeling that could only be described as nostalgia; you were happy you came out tonight.

“It seems like he likes you.” Nat spoke, finding you in the crowd again after topping up her glass and noticing the strangers gaze on you.

“Who even is that?” You replied with a small scoff not having realised she had noticed.

“Loki.” She stated as if it was common knowledge.

“Okayy.” You answered apprehensively.

“Loki Odinson.” She clarified leaving you no closer to recognition.

“Am I supposed to know who that is?” You chuckled at her seriousness.

“One of the Odinson brothers” she began, eyes rounding “they’re notorious mobsters y/n, you’re not seriously telling me you don’t know them.” Nat stressed, eyes almost pleading with yours.

“I don’t.” You replied truthfully as she looked over your shoulder.

“Well it seems you’ve definitely caught the younger ones attention.” She smiled.

“What?”

“He’s coming over.” She continued excitedly.

“What?” You gasped again before she spun on her heels, turning away from you.

“And what pray tell are you drinking tonight?”

You quickly spun as you heard the deep, sultry voice in your ear before you were met by the man from earlier who you now knew as Loki Odinson going on what Natasha had said. She walked behind him, flashing you a thumbs up before disappearing again.

“Pornstar Martini.” You answered, your eyes staring into his emerald ones. They were even more dreamy up close. Your eyes ventured to his hand as he raised it, clicking his fingers in the air before a shorter man appeared next to him.

“The lady would like a pornstar martini.” He spoke, eyes fixed on yours.

“And for you sir?” The man answered.

“Bourbon, on the rocks.” He replied before the man dismissed himself leaving you and Loki alone again.

“You could have gone yourself.” You spoke, breaking the silence that had settled between you both.

“I could have.” He agreed.

“But you didn’t.” You stated.

“I did not,” he smirked, “keen eye.” He added, making you smile too. “I like to pride myself on my observance, meaning that I couldn’t help but notice you haven’t danced with anybody all night.”

“You’ve been watching me?” You giggled.

“I have an eye for rare beauties and my my” he started, eyes trailing over your body “you are rare.”

“Subtle.” You teased his blatant eye fucking of you. Before either of you could say anything else, your drinks arrived. You took your martini, bringing the glass to your lips as you took a sip, Loki doing the same to his drink. His eyes searched for yours over the rim of his glass, busy eyes relaxing once they met yours. You bit your lip, allowing yourself the pleasure of checking him out now, your gaze lingering on the exposed hair on his chest peaking through the two undone buttons of his shirt. He was handsome, you couldn’t deny that, all the way from the shine of his inky locs to the polish of his leather shoes. His body language exuded confidence, the arrogance of his status leaving you slightly flustered especially when you noticed his eyes mapping you again.

“So, do I at least get a name?” He questioned.

“Do I?” You bit back causing him to smile.

“You’re funny” he laughed as you narrowed your gaze in confusion “you’re serious.” He murmured, causing you to shrug “you must be from out of town.” He decided.

“Maybe.” You smiled knowing you didn’t live far from where you both were right now, definitely in town. “Give me your name and I’ll give you mine.” You bargained.

Swigging his drink again, Loki finished it before swallowing thickly.

“Loki odi—just Loki.” He answered.

“Y/n, just y/n.” You replied.

“Well just y/n, care to dance?” Loki offered, taking your hand.

“Lead the way just Loki.” You grinned.

His hands were large, that much was obvious as you felt them roaming over the contours of your body. This was a man who was used to getting exactly what he wanted and judging by how he pulled you against him, his chest firmly against your back as his hands caressed your hips, tonight, he wanted you. Drinks came in abundance, the both of you almost daring the other to make some kind of move. Eventually his lips caught up with his hands as he pressed kisses against your neck leaving you resting your head back against him as your eyes closed. One of his hands moved across from your hip to your torso before it moved slightly lower, resting over your stomach as he gently nibbled on your earlobe leaving you reeling. When his hand ventured back up, cupping your breast, the realisation that you were in public made you open your eyes quickly only to be met by Natasha who was across the rooftop giving you a thumbs up. You couldn’t help but smile.

“How about I take you on a tour of the city?” Loki suggested as you spun to face him.

“Maybe I’ve already seen the city.” You replied cheekily.

“Not from my limousine you haven’t” he winked “we’ll have a really good time.” He continued, hand stroking your side.

“I’m not looking for anything long term.” You warned, desperately wanting to ease the ache between your thighs without consequence.

“I’m not the commitment type.” He smirked. You bit your lip, about to reply before you saw Nat mouthing GO from over his shoulder.

Moments later you were kissing each other hungrily from the secluded inside of Loki’s limousine after he told his chauffeur to just drive. His ravenous lips found your neck, kissing you there roughly. His hand found your cheek, his thumb caressing it as your hand moved across his body. He was hard, extremely so, leaving you almost salivating when your hand reached the bulge in his trousers. His lips found yours again before he sucked in a sharp breath feeling your hand moving along his clothed erection. You eventually undid his button, freeing his length before bringing your hand to your mouth, breaking the kiss to lick it. Your eyes met as you lowered your now moist hand again, running it along his shaft. His eyes fell closed, head resting back against the seat as you stroked him, your hand tight around him. Your name fell from his lips in pleasured whispers making your smile grow and your heated core throb.

When you stopped, you were kissing again, Loki pulling you on to his lap. Your dress rode up your thighs as you rolled your hips against his, the lace of your thong driving Loki insane as it moved against his sensitive member. Unable to continue the teasing, you reached between you both, pulling your panties to the side as Loki guided himself towards your entrance. The both of you moaned as you lowered yourself onto him, the stretch filling you with carnal delight.

“Fuckk.” You panted, Loki’s arms wrapped around you tightly as he thrusted up into you. The limousine was quickly full of the sounds of you both satisfying each other as well as the aroma of alcohol and sex. Neither of you cared that the driver could hear, the only thing that existed in that moment was the two of you.

City lights passed you, the colours illuminating in the car as goosebumps spread across your body. Loki looked up at you, hands holding your hips firmly as he continued fucking up into you. Feeling yourself nearing your peak, you took over, stealing your pleasure as you bounced above him, your hands finding his shoulders as your eyes closed. Loki’s expression changed to one of awe as you took over, as you used him, centering yourself and your bliss. The thought left Loki almost quivering as he felt your walls tightening around him before you both came loudly.

You stayed like that for a few moments, perfectly still as Loki spent himself inside of you. Opening your eyes, you looked down at him only to notice his eyes had glazed over as he looked up at you.

“What’s the matter?” You asked amused.

“N-nothing I just—” Loki stuttered.

“What?” You smiled, cupping his cheek.

“You’re trouble.” He answered as the limousine came to a stop in traffic.

“Says you, Odinson.” You whispered in his ear leaving him shocked as you got off of him, ignoring the mixture of your arousal that was beginning to trickle out of you before opening the door and leaving.

Still taken aback, Loki hollowed his cheeks as he watched you walk away.

“You’re going to be a problem y/n” he spoke aloud, smiling to himself “a problem I’m going to enjoy dealing with.” He finished.

The following morning, you made your way into the kitchen to grab a coffee before you spotted Nat saying goodbye to the guy she had bought home last night.

“Bye Steve.” She smiled.

“Yeah, bye Steve.” You joked before he left, Natasha playfully scowling at you.

“So, how was last night for you?” She questioned before the door knocked.

“Did Steve forget his boxers or something?” You laughed, answering the door only to be met by a large bouquet of roses. You took them before reading the note inside.

Morning trouble

Someone care to explain why it’s summer and I’ve got an awful cold? Because everyone’s talking about the titanic etc, in my fever dream I was on it 😭 feeling a lot better now though, got through the worst of it. I apologise for any mistakes, my excuse is that I’m half dead 😘

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cynic-spirit · 2 months ago

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The Michelangelo

Bucky lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling of their shared bedroom. The soft, golden light of the setting sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. His mind wandered back to a night that had forever changed him, a night when he and Yn had crossed the threshold from tender affection into passionate, all-consuming love.

They had been dating for a while, their connection growing deeper with each passing day. Bucky had never known such a profound and genuine bond with anyone before. Yn's intelligence, her kindness, and the way she saw through to the very core of him had captured his heart completely. Despite the rough exterior and the dark past that came with being a mobster, Yn loved him unconditionally.

That night, they had been out for a quiet dinner at a cozy little restaurant. The evening was perfect, filled with laughter and intimate conversation. Bucky could feel the tension between them, a palpable electricity that had been building for weeks. As they walked back to Yn's apartment, their fingers intertwined, he knew that something monumental was about to happen.

When they finally stepped into her apartment, the door barely closed behind them, their lips met in a kiss that was more intense and fervent than any they had shared before. Bucky's hands, one flesh and one metal, roamed over her body, and Yn responded with equal passion. The world outside ceased to exist; it was just the two of them, lost in each other.

As they moved to the bedroom, shedding clothes and inhibitions, Bucky felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness. His past experiences had left him with insecurities, particularly about his bionic arm. But Yn had always treated him with such tenderness and respect that he felt safe with her.

In the dim light of the room, Yn's eyes sparkled with love and desire. She gently pushed him onto the bed, straddling him. Her fingers traced the lines of his chest, lingering over the scars and the metal. She looked into his eyes, her expression one of unwavering adoration.

"Bucky," she whispered, her voice soft but firm, "you are like Michelangelo's David—strong, beautiful, and perfectly imperfect."

Her words washed over him, dispelling the last of his doubts. Yn leaned down, her lips capturing his in a kiss that was both tender and fierce. As they made love for the first time, it was more passionate and intense than Bucky could have ever imagined. Yn's body moved with a rhythm that seemed to match the beating of his heart, their connection deepening with every touch, every kiss.

Throughout their lovemaking, Yn whispered poetry into his ear, her words a soothing balm to his soul. She spoke of love and strength, of finding beauty in brokenness. Her voice was like a melody, wrapping around him and holding him close.

Bucky remembered one particular line she had whispered, her breath warm against his skin: "In your arms, I find my home, a sanctuary where my heart can rest." The sincerity in her voice, the way she looked at him as if he were the most precious thing in the world, made him feel whole.

Yn was unfazed by his bionic arm, treating it with the same reverence as she did the rest of him. She kissed the metal, her lips leaving a trail of warmth that he could almost feel. It was as if she were telling him that every part of him was worthy of love, that he was complete and perfect just as he was.

As their passion reached its peak, Bucky noticed the smudges of Yn's signature red lipstick on his skin and his hands. The vibrant red against the contrast of his metal arm was a striking reminder of their fiery connection. Her lipstick was slightly smeared around her lips, a testament to the intensity of their kisses. The sight of it made him feel even more connected to her, knowing that every mark was a symbol of their love.

Their movements became more urgent, driven by a need to be as close as possible. Bucky's hands roamed over Yn's body, committing every curve, every contour to memory. She was a vision of beauty, her skin flushed with desire, her eyes dark with passion.

As they reached the peak of their pleasure, Bucky felt an overwhelming surge of emotions. Love, gratitude, and awe mingled together, leaving him breathless. Yn's name escaped his lips in a reverent whisper, and she responded with equal fervor.

In the aftermath, they lay entwined, their bodies still humming with the afterglow of their shared passion. Yn rested her head on Bucky's chest, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his skin. He held her close, his heart overflowing with love and contentment.

Bucky remembered that night as one of the most transformative moments of his life. Yn had shown him a depth of love and acceptance that he had never known before. She had seen the man beneath the scars and the metal, loving him for who he was, not despite it.

As he lay in their bed, thinking back to that night, Bucky felt a profound sense of gratitude. Yn had changed his life in ways he could never have imagined, and he knew that he would spend the rest of his days cherishing and loving her with everything he had.

Turning to look at Yn, who was now peacefully sleeping beside him, Bucky leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. "I love you, Yn," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion. "More than you'll ever know."

In that quiet moment, with the memory of their first night together lingering in his mind, Bucky knew that he had found his home, his sanctuary, in Yn's arms.

#james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #mob #mob au #mafia #mafia au #mafia bucky barnes #mob bucky barnes #bucky barnes x yn #bucky barnes x y/n

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angie-long-legs · 5 months ago

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𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄!

whether it be melodies that give you inspiration for your muse or songs that get you into the writing mood — pick 10 songs you find to give you the urge, the drive, or the creativity to write for your muse!

Kill V. Maim by Grimes

I got in a fight, I was indisposed, I was in despite all the wicked prose, but I'm only a man, and I do what I can [...] B-E-H-A-V-E, arrest us! Italiana mobster looking so precious, B-E-H-A-V-E, never more, you gave up being good when you declared a state of war! I don't behave, I don't behave, oh eh, are you going to the party? Are you going to the show? [...] Oh, the fire hurts alright... the people touch it, I can't touch it, even though it's mine

Butterflies... by Slayyyter

Crystal blue in my head, butterflies, now all dead. Tears for you, crack the whip, heart in two (heart in two), in your bed... Candy hearts in my eyes, you brought me back to life, star crossed love in the nighttime, then you pushed me aside again (Ow!)... I feel sick 'bout the things you put me through, once again I'm not holdin' out for you, I won't watch, now your life is invisible, what the fuck ever made you so miserable?

Born Slippy (Nuxx) by Underworld

Drive boy, dive boy, dirty numb angel boy, in the doorway boy, she was a lipstick boy, she was a beautiful boy, and tears boy, and all in your inner space boy, you had hand girls boy and steel boy, you had chemicals boy, I've grown so close to you [...] Let your feelings slip boy, but never your mask boy

Circus by Britney Spears

There's only two types of people in the world, the ones that entertain and the ones that observe... well, I'm a put-on-a-show kinda girl [...] I feel the adrenaline moving through my veins, spotlight on me and I'm ready to break, I'm like a performer, the dance floor is my stage, better be ready, hope that you feel the same, all eyes on me in the center of the ring just like a circus

Celebrity Skin by Hole

Oh, make me over, I'm all I wanna be, a walking study in demonology [...] No second billing 'cause you're a star now, oh, Cinderella, they aren't sluts like you... Beautiful garbage, beautiful dresses, can you stand up or will you just fall down? [...] When I wake up in my makeup, have you ever felt so used up as this? It's all so sugarless, hooker, waitress, model, actress, oh, just go nameless! Honeysuckle, she's full of poison, she obliterated everything she kissed, now she's fading somewhere in Hollywood, I'm glad I came here with your pound of flesh... You want a part of me? Well, I'm not selling cheap

Drunk Walk Home by Mitski

I will retire to the Salton Sea at the age of 23, for I'm starting to learn I may never be free, but though I may never be free, fuck you and your money, I'm tired of your money... And I sit on the curb 'cause it's the prettiest night, with no one else in sight... You know I wore this dress for you, these killer heels for you... See the dark, it moves with every breath of the breeze

Panic Attacks in Paradise by Ashnikko

Panic attacks in paradise, piña coladas, I'm terrified, I swear I'm not cryin', the sun's just bright, I'm havin' the best time of my life! Panic attacks in paradise, hyperventilating under candy skies, tellin' myself that this is fine, I'm havin' the best time of my life... It's a big joke, ha ha, I love laughin', it's a big hoax, your self-help happy, 'cause I'm okay, I'm pure propane on an open flame, watch me blow up

Addiction by Doja Cat

I am addicted (a little), under the influence (a little), and it makes me want to dance (a little), an itch I just can't scratch, addiction... I've got such a pretty body, looks prettier when I'm a mess, and I just like to call him daddy 'cause the first one he up and left, and you can relate to broken girls, I've been a day without it, I'm proud of myself, baby can you break the curse? I'm so gone I believe in magic

Judas by Lady Gaga

When he calls to me, I am ready, I'll wash his feet with my hair if he needs, forgive him when his tongue lies through his brain, even after three times, he betrays me [...] I couldn't love a man so purely, even prophets forgave his goofy way, I've learned love is like a brick, you can build a house or sink a dead body [...] Ew! In the most Biblical sense, I am beyond repentance; fame hooker, prostitute, wench vomits her mind!

Bag of Bones by Mitski

I'm all used up, pretty boy, over and over again, my nail colors are wearing off... See my hands, pretty boy, what do they tell you? 'Cause I've looked down at them not knowing why, and after everything's done and I'm all undone, you can hear my high heels walking on, clickity-clacking through the night; I'm carrying my bag of bones [...] I know my room is a mess, over and over again I tell myself I'll clean tomorrow; just move the stuff up off the bed and do what you came here to do, but first open up a window for me and let the cool air in, feel the night slip in as it softly glides along your back, and I hope you leave right before the sun comes up so I can watch it alone

tagged by: @hazbinned tyty this was so much fun!!

tagging: @top-shelf-tender @arcanepactguile @sirserpentine

#sorry not sorry for going crazy picking a million lyrics #ooc: behind the scenes #tag game #angel's playlist

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bombmate · 2 years ago

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💣 Canons and Headcanons 💣

[Jamie's personality and physique changes slightly throughout the different verses. Most of the physical traits remain, but depending on the verse, the personality will change a little in the way of thinking and speaking.]

- Main Verse -

Jamison and Mako decided to join Overwatch. Jamison decided it would be best to leave his precious treasure with Overwatch. Especially when Talon approached them in a very unfriendly way. He didn't want Road to get hurt and decided to join them. Besides, Jamie's dream as a child was to be an Overwatch agent.

-///-

They still cause a lot of destruction on the battlefield but now at least it's more targeted and purposeful. They became legit after all.

-///-

Angela is treating Jamie. He takes some medication to help with his disorders and the radiation. His hair even grew back a little and his mood swings are a little more controlled. Even so, there is still a long way to go.

-///-

Jamie's eyesight gets bad sometimes. So he started using the googles on his forehead to help when he needed it. Angela suggested that he wear lenses. But when she tried to put it in his eyes he had a panic attack and ran away from her for a few weeks.

-///-

Jamie loves to sleep naked. Always used to the hot Australia air, he prefers to sleep without any clothes on.

-///-

Jamie will act like a real gremlin sometimes. Do not panic.

-///-

In my main verse Junkrat joins Overwatch. And begins treatment to reduce the effects of radiation. With time he starts to improve, even if some effects are irreversible. But there are alternative verses that that he does not enter on Overwatch. In these specific verses, he and other junkers will probably die sooner. On the other hand, they have greater resistance to radiation and other attributes.(Note that this may change if any muse he interacts with inverts this condition. However, this remains in a dependent verse and does not interfere with the main verse. Unless I wanted to include this.)

-///-

Junkrat loves electronic music and is a fan of Lúcio. Frog Dj's music even reached Junkertown radio. And as soon as he heard it he fell in love with the melodies. When he left Australia, he secretly went to some live shows. When Jamie joined Overwatch and found he could do missions with Lúcio. Jamison blew up some of the base areas in happiness. But he was banned from blowing things up for a week.

-///-

- Doctor Junkenstein AU -

Doctor Fawkes has a phobia of insects.

- Pokemon AU -

- Punkrat AU -

- My Hero Academia AU -

Jamie has memory lapses due to the overexposure he had when he uses his quirk on chemicals to create his bombs.

-Fire Demon AU -

- Mobster AU -

-Talon AU -

- Merfolk AU -

- Undertale AU -

#xcanonsandheadcanonsx

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watch-with-rae · 7 months ago

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Foreign Shows Watched 2024

Key

Favorites

Good Show

Do Not Recommend

Did Not Finish

Secret Crush On You

All the Liquors (almost)

Exclusive Fairytale

The Tasty Florida

Healer

Only For Love

What’s Wrong With Secretary Kim

Strong Girl Bong Soon

Perfect Marriage Revenge

A Breeze of Love

Happy Merry Ending

My Roommate is a Gumiho

A Shoulder To Cry On

The Story of Park’s Marriage Contract

Mr. Heart

Behind Cut

My Personal Weatherman

Night Dream

Happiness

Tokyo in April

The New Employee

Bed Friend

From Me To You

My Happy Marriage (anime)

An Incurable Case of Love

Bright Eyes In The Dark

Oh! My Emperor

Amidst a Snowstorm of Love

Sword & Fairy 6

A Little Thing Called First Love

Ao Haru Ride 1 & 2

The Deliberations of Love

The Shoufu Can Read Mind

Please Don’t Spoil Me

My Everlasting Bride

Little Wife of the General

The Only Girl You Haven’t Seen

Dangerous Love

My Charming Villainous Emperor

I Don’t Want to be the Princess

I Have A Smart Doctor Wife

Romance of Tiger and Rose

The Reincarnated Lovers

My Lady General

A Love So Beautiful (C)

Here We Meet Again

The Oath of Love

Governors’s Secret Love

Hello The Sharpshooter

The Imperial Coroner

In Blossom

Hard to Find

Jazz for Two (almost)

Love for Love’s Sake

The Blooms at Ruyi Pavilion

Why R U (2023)

Unknown

Blossoms in Adversity

Unforgettable Love

HIStory 4: Close to You

Coffee & Vanilla

Love Tractor

About Youth

Eye Love You

The King: Eternal Monarch

Sing My Crush

His Man 2

Be With You

The Double

Mr Unlucky Has No Choice But To Kiss

Old Fashion Cupcake

As Beautiful As You

My Sweet Mobster

Wandee Goodday

Meet You at the Blossom

The Secret of Us

Serendipity’s Embrace

Our Dining Table

The Perfect Propose

Our Secret Diary

And Yet You Are So Sweet

At 25:00 in Akasaka

You Are My Secret

Takara’s Treasure

Snowfall

Love Is Better The Second Time Around

Living With Him

Mo Dao Zu Shi

Lovely Runner

Eternal Lovesickness

The Best Day of My Life

Put Your Head On My Shoulder

Melody of Golden Age

Love Scenery

My Special Girl

My Damn Business

General Order

Fatal Allure

Moonlight

Love Next Door

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holylulusworld · 2 years ago

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Angry Kitten (3)

Title: Angry Kitten (3)

Summary: You’re an angry kitten tonight.

Rating: Mature

Prompt filled for @writersmonth: Day 4 - word: melody | setting: fashion world

Pairing: Mafia!Ransom Drysdale x fem!Reader, Mafia!Ari Levinson x fem!Reader, Mafia!Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, polyamory, one woman, three men, the reader is still a brat, soft mobsters, angry kitten, she doesn’t take shit from anyone, silent treatment (kinda), fluff, remorse

Words: 1,8 k

<< Part 2

Badass kitten & her tamers masterlist

Divider by @firefly-graphics

You are close to storming into the room to demand your men’s attention. They are in a meeting for almost three hours and now, you want to have some fun and relax with your men.

For now, you prefer to silently open the door and get a glimpse of them. You smile as all of them wear the gifts you got them for Valentine’s Day.

Ransom got a new watch. Andy new fancy reading glasses and Ari got a new necklace. Your name dangling from it.

“Man, your girl is he clingy and bratty kind of woman, huh?” you gasp as their new business partner starts to laugh loudly. “Why do you share that mouse? Don’t you want a girl on your own? All of you?”

“Can we get back to business?” you smile as Andy, like most of the time, is the voice of reason. “You came here for a new deal.”

“If Y/N is clingy and bratty it’s because of you, daddy,” Ransom retorts, making the men inside the room chuckle. “Maybe we should cut her short for a while, too. She just bought dresses costing more than half of my car.”

“She likes to spend our money,” it’s Ari who makes your heart drop. “You’re right. She went a little overboard with shopping and shit lately.”

“Y/N is not that bratty,” this time you hear a chair creak. You assume Andy got up to pace the room. A habit of your lover. If something bothers him, he starts to pace. “We could make clear she’s too clingy.”

“You sure?” Ransom snickers and you want to punch his face. How dare they talk like that about you in front of some stranger? “I thought you love that she clings to you.”

Yes, you are a brat, and you cling to your men. They chased all of your former friends away.

In a life like theirs, you can’t have normal people around without getting them killed. And you spend their money as your men wanted you to quit your well-paid job.

“Fuckers,” you silently close the door again, cursing under your breath. “I’m clingy? Well, that can be changed. No sex for a month.” You walk away, wiping your eyes. “No, make it two. You will see how bratty I can be.”

“What an exhausting day,” Ransom walks into the living room, a big smile on his face as his eyes land on you. You sit cross-legged on the couch, nose buried in the newspaper. “Doll? Did you hear me?”

“That looks interesting,” you hum to yourself as you fold the newspaper to underline the job ad. “Fashion illustrator. I have always been good at drawing and got experience in the fashion department. Cool.”

“Darling, do you want to have dinner now,” sitting next to you Andy looks at the newspaper in your hands. “What are you doing?”

“I thought about returning to work life,” you whip your head toward Andy to give him a cold smile. “I can’t live my life depending on you and the others. What if you decide that I’m only some random clingy girl and want to get rid of me?”

“What?” Ari chokes on air. “What did you just say?”

“You heard me, Ari,” reading another job ad you ignore that Ransom calls your name. “I got no time, Hugh. Just let me check on some more job ads. Uh-that one is good too. Fashion buyer. What do you think, Andy? I got a good taste, right?”

“Doll, stop this right now,” Ransom snatches the newspaper out of your hands. He gives you a warning glare before crumpling up the newspaper and throwing it into the fireplace to burn it to ashes.

“Hey! I was reading that,” you point at the burning newspaper. “Fine, I’ll use my phone instead. Modern times.” A deep huff next to you catches your attention. “What is it, Mr. Barber? Do you have a problem?”

“You won’t work as a fashion buyer or crap,” wildly gesturing toward you Ransom tries to tame his anger. “You belong to us.”

“I need to make some money to buy me all the things I wanna buy,” slowly uncrossing your legs to get off the couch you ignore your men's boring looks. “I can’t spend all of your money.”

Watching walk out of the room your men sigh deeply. “She heard every word, didn’t she?” Ransom concludes. “Great job everyone. This means she will give us the silent treatment for weeks again.”

“Andy could try to calm her. I think it’s a mission for daddy Barber this time,” Ari jerks his head toward the door. “It’s your turn to take the bullet for the team.”

“That’s a nice negligée,” Andy softly mumbles as he steps inside your bedroom. You rarely spend time in the room. You always preferred to stay with one of your men. Most of the time you sleep at your shared bedroom on the huge bed Ransom ordered for all of you. “Do you want to sleep here tonight?”

He smiles as you decrease the volume on your phone. You were listening to one of the songs on your playlist. Melody by Lost Frequencies.

“I want to be less clingy and continue my hunt for a new job. Maybe I’ll sell a few of my things online to give you your money back, too,” you turn your back on Andy. It pains you to not give in to him, but this can’t be helped.

“Y/N, we are sorry for the things we said,” he steps closer to move his hand over your back. “You know that we love you just the way you are.”

“No, you don’t,” stepping away you deny Andy to be close to you for the first time. “All of you called me bratty, clingy, and greedy. I will get a new job first thing in the morning. This way, I won’t be around as much as before. Problem solved.”

“Darling, come here and let me make things up to you,” Andy murmurs. “Don’t let daddy wait.” You whine. He’s using his smooth, deep voice to make you cave in. “Baby.”

“Andy,” he hugs you from behind, starting to slow dance with you. “That’s unfair.”

“We love you, Y/N,” his lips softly press against your neck. “I love you so much. Do you remember the first time we met?”

“I-“ you nod. “Of course, I do remember how we first met. I was at the court as that asshat accused me of something I didn’t do.”

“Darling,” he whispers in your ear. His beard tickles your skin, making you whine as you love how his beard feels between your legs, “we both know you drove too fast.”

“But you got me out,” falling back against his chest you close your eyes and let him guide your movement.

“You got lucky that I wanted to keep an eye on the attorney lawyer. I saw your cute ass in your yellow summer dress and was done for,” you shudder as you remember how Andy suddenly stood right next to you, telling your lawyer to get lost.

He easily won your case and invited you to have dinner with him, and his friends. One thing led to another, and you found yourself crowed by three stunning men.

You spent a night to remember with them. It was the best night of your life. You spent it chatting, drinking, and eating the finest food.

It wasn’t the last time you met up with them. Andy invited you again, and you just couldn’t say no. How could you?

Three weeks later you were at their mansion to have dinner. Only this time, they never wanted to let you go.

Literally.

Ransom immediately wanted to lay claim on you. He told Ari and Andy to back off; but Andy is no man to give up so easily. A fight started and before you knew it, you ended the fight, offering to become their girl.

“That first night we wore you out, and laid claim on your body,” you’re falling into your favorite headspace while Andy murmurs soft praises in your ear. “You were so pretty, and wild. Soft and warm. Such a good girl.”

“Daddy,” he chuckles in your ear.

“You should know that we did not only lay claim on you and your body, darling. We made a promise to provide for you and to make sure you’ll always be safe, and sound…and happy.”

“What you said hurt.”

“I know, Y/N.”

“Can we come in?” Ransom pokes his head inside the room. “Ari and I are so sorry. We should’ve put a bullet to that asshole’s brain. Baby doll?”

“You hurt me, Ran. Do you remember when you told me that you’ll always protect me and make sure no one hurts me? Today you didn’t keep me safe.”

“Doll, I’m sorry,” while you turn around to hide your face in Andy’s chest, Ransom and Ari try to apologize.

“Kitten, we love you. I know that we hurt you,” Ari runs his hand over your head. “Sometimes men talk shit when with other guys. We should know better, though.”

“You should know better,” you sniffle. “I don’t like you tonight. Not at all. Tomorrow I’ll get a job.”

“How about you become my fashion buyer? Doll, come here and let your Ran baby make things up to you,” Ransom purrs but you cling to Andy. He’s always your safe haven. The one to ground you. “Y/N.”

“No, I don’t like you anymore.”

“I bet you pout right now.”

“I’m done being your toy. You don’t want me to be clingy or to waste your money but won’t let me work. This doesn’t make sense at all. Maybe I should rethink our relationship.”

“No!” all three men gasp in unison. “Doll, don’t make me lose my patience. I won’t let you go. Never. You’re ours. If you want to leave, you must kill me first.”

“Same,” Ari grumbles. “Here, take my knife and cut my heart out. It would hurt less than watching you leave us.”

“You’re overdramatic,” you lift your head to look up at Andy.

“They are right, darling,” Andy kisses the top of your head. “If you ever leave us, we are going to die from a broken heart.”

“You are so frustrating,” pushing against Andy’s chest you grumble under your breath. “I want to be alone now.”

“Please, everything else. But don’t stay alone tonight. Let’s not go to bed without talking things out,” you yelp as Ari easily picks you up to carry you out of the bedroom.

“Lemme down! Ari, let me down.”

“I will never let you down, kitten,” he laughs as you wiggle in his arms. “Let us make things up to you. We love you. What we said wasn’t true. Please don’t leave us.”

“Fine,” you give Ransom and Andy a dirty look as they lock the door the moment you are inside your shared bedroom. “But there will be no sex for a month…”

>> Part 4

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#Angry Kitten (3)#andy barber #ari levinson #ransom drysdale #writersmonth2022 #polyamory #ari levinson x reader #andy barber x reader #ransom drysdale x reader

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dirtywresling102 · 2 years ago

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Forever in His Debt - Drew McIntyre (18+)

Mafia!Drew McIntyre x Melody

Commission: @tokipanda68

Summary: Melody’s father owes money to the mafia. He can’t afford to pay them back so Drew takes what he wants.

Warnings: 18+ Blog, Minors DNI, Mafia, Smut, Cussing, Mentions of drinking and gambling

Word Count: 4,194

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“Please, Drew- Mr. McIntyre, I'll get you the money. I swear!” The small round man begged. Drew ignored every word that was coming out of his mouth. He’s had people like this before, borrowing money for whatever reason and not being able to pay the mafia back. Drew looked around the small house, it was pretty obvious that there was nothing valuable here that would cover the debt that this man dug himself in.

“You see, when you borrowed money from me, from my mob I expect you to pay me back and on time.” Drew’s eyes were cold as he looked at the man. He knew this man’s gambling troubles and drinking so it was no surprise that the banks turned him down for a loan. Drew clicked his tongue, eyeing around the house, his goons behind him, their guns loaded. Of course no guns were out just in case there were children. Drew wasn’t that heartless, he did violant things, he was a fucking mobster for Christ sakes but he knew when to draw the line if children were involved.

Parents were smart to tell their children about the mafia as a scary story before bedtime. So arriving here and if there were children, they knew better than to do anything stupid. Drew’s hazel eyes scanned over the shelf, soon stopping to see a picture frame. ‘Oh, what’s this?’ Drew thought to himself, arching his eyebrow to see the man that borrowed money from him and a stunning girl who was no older than sixteen. Drew was shocked by her beauty in the picture. Tearing his attention away from the picture he looked around the house once more. There were pictures of her all on the wall now that he noticed, he stopped looking for anything valuable. “Is this your daughter?” Drew asked, pointing to a picture.

Steve- the man who was in debt quickly nodded his head. “Yes, she just turned sixteen.” He swallowed thickly. “Her name is Melody.” Steve spoke, rubbing his knuckles nervously.

Drew licked his lips seductively. “Melody.” Drew whispered, the way her name rolled off his tongue made him shiver.

Steve didn’t miss the way Drew licked his lips. “Please, Mr. McIntyre, she's all I have.”

“Let’s make a deal.” Drew spoke, ignoring Steve. “If you don’t have my money by the time Melody is legal age I will take her and we can forget about you being in the negatives with me.” Drew straightened his tie, brushing his sleeves.

“I- I.” Steve didn’t know what to say, it was a hell of a deal and it was extremely hard to make deals with the leader of the mafia. “Are we talking about voting age or drinking age?”

“Legal age.” Drew gritted his jaw, the thick Scottish accent seething through his teeth. His fist hitting the wall closest to him, making Steve and even his goons jump. Drew cleared his throat, running his thick fingers through his long raven hair. He didn’t like repeating himself. “I’ll see you in two years on Melony’s eighteenth birthday. Better pay me back if you want to keep your little girl.” With that Drew took a few large steps and left the small house. Drew’s heart was hammering and it wasn’t because of intimidating Steve.

Coming home after a long day of college was the best part of the day, especially on my birthday. Pushing the key into the lock I twisted it, surprised that the door wasn’t locked I swung the front door open. “I’m home!” I hollered, taking my bag off of my shoulders. I placed it on the floor by the door. I tossed my keys onto the nearest table. “Hello?” I asked, it was too quiet in the house. There were no sounds coming from the kitchen or smell. No sign that my mother was cooking my favorite meal, we were probably going out to eat.

Entering the kitchen I saw my parents sitting in chairs and two large men in suits behind them. “What’s going on?” I asked, instantly noticing the tears streaming down my mother's cheeks.

My father finally spoke up. “Honey, you’re going to go away for a while.” He wouldn’t dare meet my gaze.

“Away?” I asked, this was a weird birthday present. “Uh why?” My eyes darted towards the two strangers standing over my parents.

My mother let out a sob, her hands coming over her face. “What’s going on?” I asked, this wasn’t what I was expecting for my eighteenth birthday. “You guys are scaring me.”

“Honey, you know how your father has a problem. He did something unspeakable and without my permission or knowledge.” She hiccuped.

I was growing angry as they beat around the bush and wouldn’t spit it out already. Taking a step backwards to run up to my room, my back collided with a larger figure. “Hello, love.” A male’s Scottish accent hit my ears. “The name is Drew.” Spinning around I looked up at the tall man. I noticed how Drew’s hazel eyes darken as he looked at me. “Pretty young thing you are.” He whispered so only I could hear him.

I blinked at his comment, “Oh hell no.” I instantly knew what was going on as my eyes looked down at the gun tucked away in his waist. With my father’s financial problems and the way this man dressed and looked how he had money. Realizing who Drew was, I whipped my head around, glaring at my father. “You did not fucking pimp me out.” I snarled.

Drew laughed loudly at my assumption. His deep voice sent shivers down my spine. “Oh on the contrary, doll.” Drew bent down low, his lips near my ear. “You see, your daddy borrowed money from me and we made a deal two years ago on how if he doesn’t pay me back that you’ll mine at legal age.”

“You bastard!” I screamed at him, tears threatening to spill but I tried holding them back.

“Shh, love. He’s not worth it.” Drew placed a hand on my shoulder, pulling me away from the kitchen and down the hallway towards my room. “I’ll give you ten mintues to pack up and we’re leaving for good.” Drew’s voice was giving off a warning sound as if saying ‘don’t do anything stupid’. Nodding I turned around, entering my room and slamming it shut. Tears streamed down my face as I realized what was happening. My father sold my life because he was in debt.

Quickly gather clothes and other things I could think of and shove it into my bag. Opening the door I stormed out, slightly jumping to see Drew leaning against the wall. “You’re already done?” He asked. Nodding, I walked past him. “That was only like three minutes.” Drew checked his watch that was wrapped around his wrist, arching his eyebrow.

“Just get me the fuck out of here.” I demanded, not even thinking what Drew’s plans with me were.

“Melody, wait.” My mother sobbed out, trying to get my attention before I left the house. Ignoring her pleas and cries I stepped out of the house. I didn’t even notice the large black SUV with tinted windows until now.

“Right this way, love.” Drew placed his large hand on my lower back and guided me to the vehicle. Drew reached his free hand and opened the door. Climbing in, I scooted to the farthest seat, my attention towards the window.

“I’ll pay him back sweetheart, don’t you worry!” Was all I heard my father yell.

Drew smirked at my father and shook his head. “Don’t even worry about it, you’re debt free.” He winked, climbing into the car he slammed the door shut. The two other goons climbed into the front, they soon started the car and we left.

My eyes were everywhere in the large house that Drew was guiding me through. I looked at all of the expensive and unique paintings hanging on the wall, large soft rugs stretched on the marble floor. I was so distracted, I wasn’t even paying attention to his words. “And this is your room.” Drew pushed open the door. The bedroom walls were dipping in my favorite color along with the covers on the bed. It was much larger than the room I had back at home. Drew took my things from me as I explored the room, there was a large bathroom connected to my room.

As I walked back into my room, I saw Drew searching through my things. “What are you doing?” I asked. He tossed my clothes around until he found what he was looking for, my laptop.

“Don’t need this.” He flashed the only nice thing I had in my life.

“Hey- wait no! I need it for class.” I frowned, trying to reach it but he raised it higher for me not to grab. Damn his tallness.

“I can’t have you blabbing about my secrets now, love.” Drew informed me, raising it higher as I tried to climb on his large form.

“I won’t, I promise!” I begged, my eyes looking back at the laptop.

Drew grabbed my chin, the pad of his thumb rubbed against my cheek. “Sleep now, love. You’ve had a busy day.” He whispered. Brushing his thumb over my plump bottom lip his eyes looked at my mouth and back up at my eyes. He leaned downwards, his soft lips pressing against mine, leaving a small kiss. I didn’t even know if I kissed back or not I was too shocked. Pulling away he licked his lips as if he was getting the rest of my taste off of his mouth. “Rest, we’ll talk about it tomorrow.” Drew promised. With that he turned on the heel of his nice black dress shoes and left my room.

That night I couldn’t sleep. Maybe it was being in a new environment, the fact that I’ll probably never see my mother again or it was the memorizing kiss Drew planted on me before he left. Laying in bed, I stared at the white ceiling above me. The kiss kept playing in my head, over and over again. Squirming underneath the blankets I froze, I was getting wet from the event that happened hours ago. Swallowing thickly, I ran my dominant hand down my body. Shivering from my own touch I exhaled shallowly as I reached my soaking entrance.

A soft whimper escaped my lips as I touched my sensitive clit. How could I get wet at the thought of kissing my kidnapper, a total stranger to me! Tossing my head back into the soft plush pillows as my index finger entered me. My tightness wrapped around the single digit. Slowly pushing and pulling my finger in and out of my pussy, I slowly sped up the pace. Flashes of Drew filled my head, how he towered over me, how built he was. His suit stretched as his muscles flexed with each movement he made. Remembering how his eyes looked at me over everything I did.

My pussy clenched around my finger, I was close. Panting heavily, I used my other hand to play with my clit. The last memory I had with Drew struck my mind. His lips soft against mine, how they moved against me and held me close to his large body. My orgasm hit in an instant, the hand that was playing with my clit flew up to my mouth, muffling my moans as I overcame my climax.

Panting, I slowly pulled my finger out and laid in bed, calming myself down. Once I came down from my high I pulled the blankets off my sweaty body. Rolling out of bed, I decided to roam the empty halls. Slowly opening my door, I peaked my head out looking up and down the dark hallway. Seeing no one about, I slipped out of my room. The large house seemed a bit spookier with no lights on.

My feet pitter pattered down the hallway on the cold marble floor, I slightly cursed at myself for not wearing socks. Making a right turn I ended up in the kitchen. My stomach growled, realizing I haven’t eaten anything since yesterday’s lunch. Then again how could I eat after all of the events that happened. Walking towards the fridge, I open the door. Squinting as the bright light inside blinded me, I looked at all of the options. I’ve never had this amount of food to pick, we didn’t have much back at my house. Grabbing a water bottle and a container of strawberries, I turned around and jumped at the figure behind me. “Can’t sleep?” His soothing accent filled the kitchen, bouncing off the walls and hitting my ears.

“No.” I murmured, moving past him and placing my small snack on the counter. Opening the water I took a few gulps.

“Well, sounds like to me you were having a nightmare.” A slight smirk appeared on his face as I choked. Drew walked closer to me, nearly hovering as his lips grazed my ear. “My room is next to yours and the walls are very thin.” Shivering at his deep voice I finally had the courage to look up at him. “Tell me, bana-phrionnsa” he placed his large hand underneath my chin. “What made you moan ever so sweetly, hmm?” Drew asked, eyeing my appearance. “And don’t lie, I know the sounds of a naughty girl masturbating when I hear one.”

My face became bright red, I nearly forgot how to speak as he made my body tremble just by the way he was speaking. “I- I…” My mouth became dry even though I just drank the cold liquid. Swallowing my nervousness. “What does b- bana-” Before I botched the word Drew chuckled deeply and cut me off.

“Bana-phrionnsa, means princess in my country.” He stroked his soft finger against my cheek. “You’re my bana-phrionnsa.” He hummed, leaning down he pressed his forehead against mine. “Do you like it when I call you my bana-phrionnsa?”

I had no words, he was speaking so sweet to me. Even though I knew what and who he was I couldn’t help but to eat up his words. I nodded, not wanting to embarrass myself. I saved my words.

“So tell me, what made you moan so loudly tonight?” He questioned, pulling his head away. He wasn’t going to give up on this question.

“You, I was thinking about you.” I breathed out.

Drew smiled as I finally admitted it and stopped dodging his question. “Is that so?” He licked his lips. His muscular arm pushed the bottle of water and container of strawberries off of the counter, making them fall onto the floor. He gripped my waist, picking me up and placing me on the cold, smooth surface of the counter top. “And what were you thinking about me?” He growled, eyes darkening slightly. Drew leaned into me, hiding his face in the crook of my neck.

“Please don’t make me say it.” I whined, embarrassed. I cried out in pleasure as Drew bit down on my flesh where my neck and shoulder met, his warm hand slipped underneath my shirt, cupping my breast.

Suckling hard, Drew pulled away from the dark hickey he left. “Say it.” He pinched and tweaked at my nipple.

“You fucking me! I thought about you thrusting your cock in me.” I moaned as he switched onto my other breast.

“Hmm, good girl.” Drew whispered huskily. He pulled his hand out from under my shirt which made me whimper from the loss of contact. Drew gripped the bottom of my night shirt, tossing it over my head he threw it behind him. His eyes darkened at the sight of my bare chest, his

hazel eyes scanned over my half naked body. “Stunning.” He hummed, leaning down he latched his mouth around my left nipple. Suckling and lightly biting, his hand started to play with my right breasts.

Tossing my head back, I moaned in pure bliss. My hands gripped at his long dark hair, giving it a slight tug. Drew pulled away slightly from my chest, soft moans left his mouth from my actions. He left a kiss trail as he made his way to my other breast. Doing the same thing, sucking and flicking his tongue over my hardening nipple, I grew wetter in my panties.

Drew pulled away from my tender chest, he grabbed his dark shirt and pulled it over his head. My eyes traveled over his body, his biceps flexed as he tossed his shirt to the side, chest strong along with his chiseled abs across his stomach. He obviously never misses a day at the gym. Drew grabbed my waist, pulling me closer to the edge of the counter. His fingers dipped in the hem of my pajama pants, pulling them down my legs along with my panties. I shivered slightly as the cold countertop touched my bare ass.

“Oh my sweet, Melody.” Drew’s husky voice rang in my ear. Looking up at him, I caught him licking his lips. “I don’t know whether to eat you out or fuck you full of my come.” Drew chewed on the inside of his cheek as if he was making a decision.

My heart hammered against my chest, no man had ever shown how much he wanted me before. Growing the courage, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to me. “You can eat me out whenever I need you.” I pouted, my eyes glossy as I looked over his features. As if he couldn’t believe the mouth I had on me.

“Whatever my bana-phrionnsa wants.” Drew smiled. His large hands left my waist and started to push his pants and boxers down his muscular legs. My eyes widen slightly at the sight of his large cock twitching against his lower fit stomach. He grabbed underneath my chin, lifting my attention to his face. “It’ll fit.” Drew smirked, my reaction to his cock must have been concerning.

Drew placed his hands on top of my thighs. Drew had surprisingly soft hands for being a killer. I wondered how many people he’s killed, if not him how many people he's ordered to have killed. Knowing he’s in the mob life he’s broken the law many times, not only killing being on top of the list. Being a mobster also had perks, money, cars and women. Swallowing thickly, my mind thought about his sex life, how many women has he fucked? As I was so caught up in my thoughts, I didn’t even realize Drew spread my legs and dipped two of his fingers into my dripping cunt. “Ah!” I squealed in surprise as he slowly pulled out. He brought his glistening finger to his mouth. Wrapping his lips around his finger, he sucked off my juices. “Hmm.” He growled, slowly pulling his digits out of his mouth. “Taste so fucking devine.” He purred. “You sure you don’t want me to eat you out?” Drew teased, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smirk.

“I’m sure, now please fuck me.” I begged, my legs still spread. My juices dripped down onto the surface of the counter.

“Okay, sweetheart. Since you asked so nicely.” Drew fitted in between my thighs, he grabbed underneath my knees and wrapped my legs around his waist. His raging cock throbbing with need. Drew grabbed the base of his cock, pumping his dick a few times in his hand. Guiding his mushroom tip against my entrance he slowly pushed in me. My hands grabbed at his swole shoulders, digging my nails into his tan flesh.

“Fuck.” Drew hissed out, not just because of the stinging pain in his shoulders, but my pussy wrapped so tightly around his tip. Drew slowly pushed his hips against mine, his cock sinking inside of my cunt.

“K- Keep going, don’t stop.” I moaned, resting my head against his slightly hairy chest, my eyes shut tightly. He didn’t stop one beat as his cock slowly inched his way deeper.

Drew exhaled loudly, now balls deep inside of me. He growled lowly as my pussy fluttered around his cock. “I need to move.” His hands resting on my waist.

My head snapped up, my eyes full of lust. “Then fucking move.” I demanded. Drew flashed a devilish smirk towards me, showing his white teeth. Pulling his cock half way out of me, he thrust back inside. I whimpered as his rigid cock hit a different angle this time.

“So fucking tight.” Drew huffed a low howl as he kept thrusting. Drew looked down, watching his glistening cock fuck in and out of his lovers pussy. Drew looked at me, watching my face twist in bliss and pleasure, he couldn’t help but smile. “I can tell you’re close, bana-phrionnsa.” Drew dug his fingers into her hips, leaving bruises. “Hold it for me, Melody. Just a little longer.” Drew announced as his cock slipped in and out at a faster pace than before.

The kitchen was full of hot sex sounds, moans and whimpering along with dirty talking and skin slapping against skin. The wetness of my pussy squelched with each thrust Drew did, making me blush. “I- I can’t hold on much longer.” I warned, my stomach tightening with each thrust Drew pushed into me. Everything Drew was doing made my body hot and bothered. His touches, the way he’d angle his cock differently with each thrust. Drew leaned down, his heavy breathing hitting my ear.

“Be a good girl and wait.” He growled, his lips latching onto my neck, suckling hard he growled as he left hickies. I gritted my teeth slightly as my orgasm became closer and closer as Drew fucked me faster and harder.

“I- I can’t hold it!” I cried out, hot tears slid down my cheeks as I held my orgasm back. Feeling Drew’s cock twitch inside my walls, I nearly exploded.

“Come, fucking come all over my cock Melody.” Drew demanded, his heavy balls emptying his seed inside of me. Feeling his warm come enter my body, triggered my climax. My eyes fluttered shut as my body shook from the intenseness. Screaming out Drews name, I raked my nails down his arm, leaving marks. Drew hissed at the slight pain, pumping his cock a few more times in me, pusing his load deeper.

As we came down from our high and caught our breaths, Drew rested his sweaty forehead against my shoulder. The scottish mobster mumbled something I didn’t catch. “W- What?” I asked slightly out of breath.

He brought his head up, repeating what he said. “Marry me.” Drew looked down at me as if he was staring into my soul.

“Marry you?” I choked out, this man took me from my family because of my father’s debt. “I... “ I looked away from him. “I don’t know what to say.” I mumbled, looking at the shiny floor, it must have been cleaned earlier today.

“Say yes.” Drew spoke softly, grabbing my jaw and making me look at him. “You’re all I’ve ever thought about.” Drew confessed. “I visited your father when you were a minor, warning him about his debt. Melody, your father had two years to pay me back and he never did, I took you away from that abuse. I saw your phone on the shelf and I fell in love with you.” He rubbed his thumb against my cheek. “I had plans for you.” Drew looked down, his soft cock still in me.

Two and two clicked, my eyes widened as I realized he wasn’t wearing protection. “You had planned to get me pregnant?” I swallowed thickly.

“I mean, this wasn’t planned.” Drew cleared his throat. “I was planning on taking you on our wedding night but hearing you moaning in your room I couldn’t stop myself.” Drew was still caressing my face. “I’ll make a deal with you.”

“Yeah, like you did with my dad?” I scoffed, crossing my arms over my breasts, trying to hide myself.

“Don’t be like that.” Drew warned, he gave me a slight glare. It was best to keep business and relationship problems separate. “If you marry me, you can see your family whenever you want.” Drew promised.

Biting my lower lip, I thought about it. Marrying a handsome Scottish mobster that was also great at sex along with seeing my family or don’t marry him and he could possibly do the worst to me. Biting my cheek I weighed my pros and cons.

“You don’t have to answer now-”

“Yes.” I quickly said, meeting his eyes. Drew blinked as if he didn’t understand.

“What?” He questioned.

I smiled softly at his confusion, I played with the tips of his hair flowing over his shoulder. “I said yes.”

“You sure you don’t want to think-”

I couldn’t help but to roll my eyes to him wanting to be respectful and wanting me to think about my answer. “I said yes, I want to marry you. Now, where’s my ring?” I giggled.

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cruelangcls · 9 months ago

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The crowd of onlookers did not to Melody. Did nothing to discourage at least. Actually, it was a bit of a turn on. Or it would be if they seemed more supportive of it. Who didn't enjoy seeing a hot femme take a cock? What kind of prudish crowd was this? As Mel felt their ass spread and the thumbs dig in, the mobster heir hissed slightly and pushed the thick cheeks back into the touch as if to say: More. "How good? Oh, once you're in, you will never want to leave," She laughed gently, wiggling slightly. Eyes glanced back at Colton, smirking as they continued, "Spit on it a little bit. I can take it, but it's a turn on to add that to the mix." His attention turned back to the other guys in the room, "Don't be jealous when he's in gang. Don't get angry at yourselves for not taking advantage of a pretty boy in pink."

All the guys started to protest, like they were afraid he was doing something insane. But Colton was confident, unafraid, and he had the distinct idea that maybe Melody would play along. And if she didn’t? Well then he’d taunt her into doing it anyway. Because that’s what he did. He got what he wanted, always. Tonight though, it seemed he wouldn’t have to try that hard. They put themself in position, ass in the air, draped over the arm of the couch with their legs hanging off, limp toward the floor. It was a purposefully difficult position. One that gave them little leverage, put him almost entirely in control, but Colton wanted to see what he could get. “Well alright,” he grinned, crossing over to where they were ready for him. “Tell me something,” he mused, smug and confident as a ran a hand along his back, then down to the underwear he rolled down, reaching to part his ass with each thumb. “How good at this are you? Can you take me just like this or do you need to get my cock good and wet first?”

#in-de-cent #{threads:melody}#{colton x melody}#usfw

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squirrelinameatsuit · 2 years ago

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UDAD Translations Masterpost

Here’s links to all my “Ulysses Dies at Dawn” translations, as well as additional information that doesn’t pertain to any one song.

Broken Horses

My Name is No-one

Riddle of the Sphinx

Sirens

Favoured Son

Trial by Song

Underworld Blues

Ties that Bind

Torn Suits

Elysian Fields

Translator’s notes:

The character of Ulysses is a bit difficult to render. Firstly, “Ulysses” is a Latin form of the Greek “Odysseus” and, unlike “Ilium,” doesn’t have a dictionary-certified Greek transliteration of its own. To preserve the separation of Ulysses (and Ilium) from the rest of the setting, I’ve come up with “᾽Υλύσσης” to stand for Ylyssēs/Ulysses. My greater concern was one of grammatical gender, however. Ancient Greek makes the tragic and all-too-common mistake of making noun classes based on gender and not anything cool, like whether something is cute or can die. The neuter gender is a bit more concerned with inanimate objects than individuals of indeterminate gender, so I thought it might be a bit rude or simply confusing to use (don’t want a participle to be mistaken as a noun or anything like that). Trying to alternate genders may also run afoul of making the antecedents of adjectives and participles unclear. The solution I have come up with is a poor one: ᾽Υλύσσης declines as a masculine noun in verse (masculine participles can be shorter; words like παῖς—child—always have a feminine meaning if paired with a feminine article but can be gender neutral is paired with a masculine one, though that’s its own deeply rancid can of worms) and a feminine noun in prose. I’m sure there’s a joke about gender roles to be made or an implication to be noticed about using different pronouns in narration than Ulysses uses in monologue. If anyone has a better idea I’d love to hear it. I suppose the title of the album would be “ὁ/ἡ ᾽Υλύσσης τῇ ἕῳ ἀποθνῃσκει.”

I have only been studying Ancient Greek for a few years, and my reading experience has been much more the textbook than the epic. There’s a whole world of vocabulary and colloquialisms and grammatical constructions that I’m unfamiliar with and which surely would make these translations much smoother. If you know any of that stuff, please tell me! If there’s a word you think would suit a line or a misconjugated verb somewhere or simply a misplaced particle irritating your eye, I will gladly take your suggestions for how to improve it.

In terms of the prose sections specifically, I don’t know how I would truly go about capturing the tone and style of the narration. As far as I know, there isn’t much preserved of casual spoken Ancient Greek; the closest we might have is plays. I don’t know anything about Modern Greek. I once had dreams of having each character speak in the dialect of the region their myth is set in or originated from, but I don’t know nearly enough for that. Everything instead is largely in Attic Greek, with some vocabulary pulled from all over. I doubt anyone sounds much like a mobster.

The main dictionaries I referenced were the Woodhouse English-Greek Dictionary and the Perseus Digital Library, with some help from Wiktionary (sometimes you want someone else to decline your aorist passive participles for you).

I translated all the lines to fit the melodies of the original songs. They tend to run long, since individual words in Greek are usually longer than English ones, but they should fit with a little bit of grease applied (subdivide those notes). A lot of lines have lost details, and I’ve stripped out conjunctions, particles, and articles in a way I imagine is rather appalling, but it should all be reasonably legible. If someone out there wants to translate the songs to fit actual epic meter, that would be incredible, but that someone probably won’t be me.

I will warn any intrepid singers that some lines only fit if you sing ι/i + another vowel as [j]/y + that vowel. Otherwise, I think you can be rather loose with pronunciation. I’ve drawn the transliterations from the Wikipedia page on Greek transliteration conventions, but I’ve never had much cause to pronounce anything entirely correctly myself. If I really wanted to waste my own time I’d write all instances of θ, φ, and χ as t^h, f^h, and k^h to communicate that they’re aspirated versions of T, P, and K rather than “th,” “f,” and “[actually I don’t think English speakers have much of a consensus on how to ‘mispronounce’ χ].” But if you just want to say “th” and “f,” I promise I won’t manifest physically in your house or anything.

I haven’t yet done all the narrative songs, and while I’d like to get to those eventually, I don’t have a timetable for that. I’m also interested in doing some translations of HNoC, but I don’t yet have a good dictionary—if anyone’s got links to searchable versions of the D.P. Simpson and John Traupman Latin dictionaries, I would be mildly in your debt.

Some of the songs have been edited by an acquaintance of mine with a much greater experience in Ancient Greek, if a much smaller passion for filk. His help has been invaluable in my working on this project/understanding what elision is. The vast majority of the work is mine, but some grammatical and vocabular edits were made at his suggestion. “Sirens,” “Trial by Song,” “Elysian Fields,” “Riddle of the Sphinx,” and “Broken Horses,” were all edited thus. Rawdogging the rest of ‘em, though.

If you have questions about the way a line was translated not addressed in the notes, feel free to ask about it. I only noted what I thought were the most significant details, and I’m sure I missed something fascinating.

#the mechanisms #ulysses dies at dawn #mechs #udad translation

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cynic-spirit · 3 months ago

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Top of the world

warnings : fluff, maybe a little stalking I am not sure, again very long, i dont know how to create chapters.

ari levinson x yn

At Jessica's bridal shower party, the club was filled with laughter, chatter, and the pulsating rhythm of music. Y/N sat with her friends, trying to remain inconspicuous as they urged her to sing.

"Come on, Y/N! Sing for us!" Jessica pleaded, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Y/N hesitated, feeling the weight of their expectations. Singing had always been something she kept to herself, a private joy. But as her friends continued to cheer her on, their enthusiasm infectious, she found herself unable to refuse.

With a deep breath, she rose from her seat and made her way to the small stage. The room quieted, all eyes on her as she took the microphone in hand. The spotlight bathed her in a soft glow, and for a moment, she closed her eyes, letting the familiar melody of "Top of the World" by The Carpenters fill her mind.

As the first notes played, Y/N began to sing. Her voice was like liquid gold, rich and warm, wrapping around the lyrics with effortless grace. Each note was pure and clear, resonating through the room and captivating everyone present. The emotion in her voice was palpable, a blend of joy and nostalgia that brought the lyrics to life in a way that felt both intimate and universal.

People swayed to the music, caught up in the beauty of her performance. The softness in her voice carried a sweetness that perfectly matched the hopeful, uplifting tone of the song. Her expression was serene, eyes closed as she lost herself in the music, and for those few minutes, the world seemed to pause, entranced by the magic of her voice.

When the final note lingered in the air, the room erupted into applause. Y/N opened her eyes, a shy smile spreading across her face as she stepped back from the microphone.

"That's the only wedding gift you’ll get," she said with a playful smile, her gaze meeting Jessica's as she stepped down from the stage.

The crowd cheered and laughed, charmed by her humility and the effortless beauty of her performance. Little did Y/N know, that song—delivered with such grace and sincerity—had already sealed her fate. Unbeknownst to her, someone in that very room had been listening and watching with a different kind of emotion, their heart stirred by the power of her voice and the soul she had bared through song.

Ari Levinson, the imposing biker turned mobster, stood at the edge of his club, his towering 6'6" frame commanding attention even amidst the lively crowd. His well-built physique, a testament to years of rigorous training and hard living, exuded an aura of raw power. His dark leather jacket and rugged demeanor contrasted sharply with the sleek, modern design of the club. His deep-set eyes, often shadowed by the brim of his hat, now fixed intently on the stage, where the spotlight illuminated the center of his attention.

The woman being pushed towards the stage was striking. Her black hair, long and glossy, cascaded down her back like a silken curtain. Her face, framed by soft features, held an innocent beauty that was almost ethereal. She seemed both hesitant and overwhelmed, her large, expressive eyes darting nervously around the room as she made her way to the microphone. Despite her apparent shyness, there was something undeniably captivating about her presence.

As she began to sing, Ari's attention became utterly focused. Her voice, rich and hauntingly beautiful, cut through the club's atmosphere like a delicate thread of melody. Each note she sang seemed to weave directly into the fabric of Ari's being. The elegance of her performance was magnetic, and he felt a strange, inexplicable pull toward her. It was as if every word she sang resonated with a part of him he hadn’t known was longing for connection.

Ari’s hardened exterior melted away as he watched her. The sheer vulnerability and sincerity in her voice stirred something deep within him, something he hadn’t felt in a long time. His heart raced, each beat echoing the rhythm of her song, and a profound sense of recognition and longing washed over him.

As she finished, the applause filled the room, but Ari's focus remained solely on her. A soft, almost reverent murmur escaped his lips: "Sunshine." The name felt right, a private endearment for the woman who had unwittingly captured his heart with her melody.

In that moment, Ari made a silent vow. He would have her for himself, determined to make her a part of his world. The gentle yet resolute glint in his eyes revealed his newfound obsession. The woman with the hauntingly beautiful voice had unknowingly stepped into his life, and Ari was resolute in claiming her for his own.

From the day after their bridal party, Y/N was greeted with a bewildering array of gifts that began to appear at her apartment. It started subtly enough—a sleek, elegant box of gourmet chocolates with a note saying, "For your sweet voice." But this was only the beginning.

The next morning, as she opened her front door, she found a lavishly wrapped package waiting for her. Inside, she discovered a stunning designer dress, its fabric shimmering in the light. As she marveled at the quality and the price tag, a delivery arrived with a collection of high-end bags and shoes—each piece a testament to luxury. There were classic leather handbags, elegant stilettos, and ornate accessories, all presented in their original, pristine packaging.

The gifts kept coming. The following day, an assortment of dazzling diamond jewelry was delivered to her doorstep. Sparkling necklaces, intricate bracelets, and sparkling earrings filled the boxes, their brilliance casting a radiant glow over her living room. Each piece was more extravagant than the last, and while she admired the beauty of the jewelry, she was puzzled by the source.

As if that weren’t enough, Y/N found herself inundated with flowers. Bouquets of roses, lilies, and orchids arrived daily, each arrangement more extravagant than the previous. They filled every corner of her apartment, their fragrances mingling in a heady perfume that almost overwhelmed her senses. Each bouquet was accompanied by a handwritten card with poetic compliments and expressions of admiration.

Despite her gratitude, Y/N couldn't shake the feeling of unease. The sheer volume and opulence of the gifts seemed excessive, and the anonymity of the sender only added to her growing sense of confusion. She tried to inquire with the delivery services and check with her friends, but no one seemed to know who could be behind such a grand gesture.

As the days passed, Y/N found herself caught in a whirlwind of luxury and mystery. While she was tempted to enjoy the lavish presents, the underlying mystery of who was sending them—and why—left her feeling increasingly unsettled.

Y/N's curiosity had been piqued, but the gifts kept coming without a clue to their origin. One afternoon, she was home when she heard the familiar sound of a delivery arriving. Rushing to the door, she caught sight of a man in a sharp suit placing a luxurious box on her doorstep.

“Stop!” she called out, stepping outside just as he was about to leave. “Who is sending these gifts?”

The man turned slightly, his face hidden by the brim of his hat. He offered a polite but enigmatic smile. “Perhaps you could come to the club and find out,” he said, his tone light but carrying an undertone of challenge.

Before Y/N could ask more, the man turned on his heel and walked away, leaving her standing on her doorstep with a mixture of confusion and frustration.

“Club?? What club!” she called after him, but he was already out of earshot. Her questions hung in the air unanswered as she watched him disappear into the distance.

Y/N was left with the growing mystery of who was behind the gifts and why they wanted her to visit this elusive club. The intrigue and the unanswered questions tugged at her mind, leaving her with an unsettling sense of anticipation.

Y/N was perplexed by the mention of the club. Since Jessica’s bridal shower, she had avoided clubs, preferring quieter, more personal environments. The mention of a club intrigued and unsettled her in equal measure. The gifts had been so extravagant and persistent, sparking her curiosity about the identity of the sender.

After a day of mulling over her options and trying to dismiss the growing tension in her chest, Y/N decided she had to investigate. The allure of finding out who was behind these gestures—and why they were targeting her—compelled her to visit the club.

As evening approached, she dressed carefully, choosing an outfit that balanced elegance and simplicity. She chose a fitted dress that complemented her style but wasn’t overly flashy, wanting to blend in while still looking polished. She paired it with understated jewelry, just in case.

Arriving at the club, Y/N was struck by the contrast between the upscale exterior and her own reservations. The club’s entrance was grand, flanked by imposing columns and illuminated by soft, inviting lights. The bouncer at the door, recognizing her from the delivery’s description, greeted her with a nod and a warm smile, ushering her inside.

The interior was a blend of opulence and comfort, with plush seating, ambient lighting, and an elegant bar that shimmered with a variety of high-end spirits. Music played softly in the background, adding to the atmosphere of sophistication.

Y/N moved through the club, trying to find any clue as to who might have sent the gifts. As she walked deeper into the venue, she noticed a section that seemed more private, cordoned off with velvet ropes. Her heart raced as she approached, feeling the weight of anticipation and apprehension.

Just then, a familiar face emerged from the crowd—Ari Levinson. His towering presence and commanding demeanor were unmistakable. He stood with an air of effortless confidence, his gaze meeting hers with a blend of curiosity and intent.

As Y/N approached, Ari's eyes softened slightly, his lips curling into a knowing smile. “Welcome,” he said smoothly. “I see you’ve come to find out who’s been sending you those gifts.”

As Y/N stepped into the club, her eyes scanning the room for answers, Ari Levinson’s imposing figure caught her attention. He approached her with a smooth, confident stride, his presence commanding attention from everyone around him. Y/N’s heart raced as he closed the distance between them, his intense gaze never wavering.

"Who are you?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly as she took a small step back.

Ari’s smile widened, a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. "Ari Levinson," he introduced himself, his voice deep and smooth, carrying an authoritative edge.

Y/N’s brow furrowed in confusion. "Why are you sending me these gifts? I don’t know you."

Ari leaned in slightly, his proximity making her acutely aware of his presence. His gaze was unwavering, his tone matter-of-fact. "It's not uncommon for a man to shower his girlfriend or future wife with gifts."

"Future wife? Girlfriend?" Y/N repeated, her voice edged with disbelief.

Ari’s gaze softened just a touch, but his tone remained firm. "You," he said simply, as if it were an obvious truth.

Y/N’s eyes widened in shock. "Me? I don’t even know you!"

Ari chuckled softly, his gaze holding a mixture of amusement and determination. "That's exactly why I wanted to meet you. The gifts were my way of getting your attention. I think we have a lot to discuss."

Y/N struggled to process his words, her mind racing as she tried to understand the situation. "I don’t know what to say…"

Ari’s internal thoughts swirled as he watched Y/N’s reaction. He had anticipated her confusion and resistance, knowing that such a grand gesture would come with its own set of complications. The look of surprise and uncertainty on her face only fueled his resolve.

She’s even more captivating up close, he mused, his eyes tracing the delicate lines of her features. Her innocence and beauty are just as I imagined. This isn’t just about claiming her—though that’s certainly part of it. It’s about making her understand that she’s special, that she’s someone I want in my life. The gifts were just the beginning. She’ll come to see that I’m someone she can’t ignore.

As Y/N hesitated, Ari continued to watch her, his mind calculating his next moves. I knew she’d need time to adjust, but I’ll make sure she sees that what I’m offering is more than just luxury—it’s a commitment, a promise of something real and lasting. She’ll come around. She has to.

Ari’s large, strong hands gently touched Y/N’s sides, his fingers grazing her waist before pulling her close. The movement was both possessive and tender, drawing her into the warmth of his body and the solid strength of his frame.

“You see,” he said, his voice a low murmur, “you have taken something very important from me.”

Y/N instinctively placed a hand on Ari’s chest, trying to create a bit of distance between them. The firmness of his muscles beneath his shirt was undeniable, and she felt a mix of fear and confusion. “I didn’t steal anything from your club, I swear,” she said, her voice trembling slightly as she tried to assert her innocence.

Ari’s expression softened, though his eyes remained locked on hers with an unwavering intensity. He chuckled softly, the sound rich with a blend of amusement and warmth. “Oh, sunshine,” he said, his tone now almost tender, “but you did. You stole my heart.”

His fingers brushed lightly against her cheek, the touch so gentle it felt like a caress. The gesture was both affectionate and possessive, as if he were trying to memorize the feel of her skin. The tenderness in his touch contrasted sharply with the weight of his words, adding a layer of emotional complexity to the encounter.

“And now,” he continued, his gaze never leaving hers, “I cannot let you go.”

The declaration hung in the air, charged with determination and devotion. Ari’s hand remained on her cheek, his knuckles brushing softly as if afraid to break the fragile connection between them. His grip around her waist was firm but gentle, a silent promise of his intent.

In that moment, Y/N felt the full force of his resolve. The mix of his physical presence and the depth of his gaze left her feeling both overwhelmed and entranced. Ari's touch was careful, almost reverent, as if he were handling something precious and delicate. The force of his feelings was palpable, his actions speaking louder than words as he made it clear that he had no intention of letting her slip away.

For Y/N, the combination of his words and his touch created a whirlwind of emotions—confusion, fear, and an unexpected flutter of something more profound. The declaration of his feelings, paired with the intense closeness, left her grappling with the realization that this encounter was far more significant than she had anticipated.

Y/N’s voice was barely a whisper as she asked, “What do you want from me?”

Ari’s gaze remained steady and unwavering, his expression a blend of intensity and warmth. “I want you,” he replied simply, his tone brooking no argument.

She swallowed hard, her mind racing as she tried to think of a way out. “Take all the gifts back,” she said, her voice trembling with a hint of panic. “If that’s what you want, I haven’t used them or touched them.”

Ari’s smile remained, though it softened into something more reassuring. He gently brushed a strand of hair from her face, his touch delicate despite the strength he exuded. “It’s not the gifts I’m after,” he said, his voice soothing. “It’s you. The gifts were just a way to get your attention.”

Y/N’s eyes darted around, searching for any means of escape, but Ari’s presence was all-encompassing. “I’m not sure what you mean,” she said, her voice quivering. “I don’t even know you. I don’t understand why you’re doing this.”

Ari leaned in slightly, his face close to hers, his breath warm against her skin. “I’m doing this because I’ve seen something in you that I can’t ignore. You’ve stirred something in me, something real. I want you to be a part of my life.”

His words hung heavy in the air, filled with a gravity that left Y/N both unsettled and intrigued. She felt the weight of his gaze and the sincerity in his voice, yet she still struggled to reconcile his declarations with the reality of the situation.

“What if I don’t want this?” she asked softly, her eyes searching his for any sign of compromise.

Ari’s gaze softened further, though his resolve was clear. “You’ll find that you do. I’m not asking you to make a decision now. Just know that I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere. You’re important to me, and I intend to prove that to you.”

The tenderness in his voice contrasted with the intensity of his gaze, leaving Y/N caught between her fear and the undeniable magnetism of Ari’s presence.

“But I don’t want this?” Y/N asked softly, her eyes searching his for any sign of compromise.

Ari’s gaze softened, though his resolve remained firm. “You’ll find that you do,” he said, his voice steady and assured. “And I’ll convince you that you do.”

His eyes held hers with a blend of determination and warmth. As if to punctuate his promise, Ari leaned in and gently brushed his lips against the corner of her mouth. The kiss was brief but possessive, leaving a lingering warmth that seemed to imprint on her skin.

“For you are only mine now, sunshine,” he murmured against her lips, his breath warm and his tone a low promise.

The intimacy of the kiss, combined with his declaration, left Y/N feeling a whirlwind of emotions. The touch of his lips was tender yet marked with a clear sense of ownership, making her heart race and her thoughts swirl. Ari’s words and actions made it clear that he was not going to relent easily, and Y/N was left grappling with the intensity of his feelings and the future that seemed to be unfolding before her.

“You cannot fall in love with someone just like that,” Y/N argued meekly, her voice barely above a whisper.

As she spoke, Ari’s attention was focused on her, his lips tracing gentle, slow kisses along her face and neck. Each touch was tender, his lips lingering momentarily on her skin, savoring her unique fragrance. His kisses were soft and deliberate, as if he were memorizing every inch of her, making her feel both cherished and vulnerable.

“Hmmmm,” Ari murmured in response, his breath warm against her neck as he inhaled deeply, taking in her scent. He did not address her argument directly, his focus instead on the intimate act of kissing her.

His silence spoke volumes, and his gentle touches seemed to convey a deeper message: that his feelings were genuine and that he was willing to wait, to persist, and to show her that his love was real. The contrast between his soothing affection and her confusion created a palpable tension, as Y/N struggled to reconcile her emotions with the intensity of Ari’s devotion.

As Ari continued his tender torment, his lips brushing along Y/N’s face and neck, she found it increasingly difficult to suppress any sounds of pleasure or distress. The mixture of his warm breath and gentle kisses sent waves of sensation through her, leaving her on the edge.

“Please stop,” Y/N pleaded, her voice wavering as she tried to maintain her composure.

To her surprise, Ari immediately halted his movements. He pulled back slightly, his gaze locked onto hers with a look of intense focus. It was as if, in that moment, she was the only thing that mattered in his world.

“You’re scaring me,” she admitted, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and confusion.

Ari’s expression softened, though his voice remained gruff. “Sunshine, I am a scary person,” he said, his tone carrying a blend of roughness and tenderness. “But if there is one person who shouldn’t be scared of me, ever, it’s you.”

Y/N’s eyes searched his, filled with uncertainty. “Why me?” she asked softly, her voice tinged with vulnerability.

Ari pulled her even closer, his body pressed firmly against hers. His lips came dangerously close to hers, their proximity electrifying. “You make me feel on top of the world,” he said, his voice a low, intimate murmur.

The reference to the song she had sung at the bridal shower lingered between them, a reminder of the emotional connection they shared. The song had resonated deeply with Ari, and now it served as a symbol of the feelings he was trying to convey.

In the silence that followed, Y/N could feel the weight of his words and the sincerity in his gaze. The kiss, though unspoken, conveyed a depth of emotion that words alone could not fully capture. As Ari’s eyes held hers, the intensity of his feelings was undeniable, and Y/N found herself grappling with the reality of the connection he was offering her.

Ari's gaze was intense as he leaned in, his voice a low, determined murmur. “Now I am going to kiss you,” he said, his words filled with a resolute certainty.

Y/N's eyes widened in shock, her mouth opening slightly as she tried to respond. “Wha...?” she began, but the word was cut short as Ari closed the distance between them.

His lips met hers in a fervent kiss, a collision of warmth and passion that left no room for hesitation. The kiss was deep and consuming, a testament to the intensity of his feelings. Y/N's initial surprise quickly melted into a blend of overwhelming sensation and bewilderment as Ari’s kiss conveyed a depth of emotion that words alone could not express.

His hands remained on her waist, pulling her closer as the kiss deepened, their breaths mingling in the charged space between them. In that moment, Y/N was caught in the powerful storm of Ari’s emotions, unable to escape the force of his affection and the fervency of his kiss.

Y/N felt a deep resignation settle over her as Ari’s kiss finally broke. She realized she had little choice but to accept the overwhelming presence of this powerful man who had claimed her so decisively.

“You cannot force someone to love you,” she said, her voice tinged with a mix of defiance and surrender.

Ari’s gaze remained steady, his expression unwavering. “I won’t force you,” he said, his tone both firm and reassuring. “You’ll love me… soon.”

His confidence was palpable, and his words carried the weight of his belief in what the future held. There was a determination in his eyes that suggested he was prepared to wait, to show her his love in ways that went beyond mere words. The promise of time and patience was embedded in his declaration, a testament to his commitment and his certainty that she would come to feel the same way.

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Chapter II (part I) : Identity

Genre : mafia au

Choi San x (f) Reader

#drama #comedy #action #romance

Words : 8.7k (part II)

Your body was heavy. Your forehead drenched in cold sweat. Your breathing went faster and faster. You couldn’t control what was happening. Your glued on your front as if you were waiting for something. Someone to save you. The door in front of you opened up. Bright lights were coming out from the room. A man dressed in suit standing on the other side of the room looking your way. It was Kai. The wedding melody was playing on the background. A bitter taste on the back of your tongue. A strong arm grabbed yours and started walking you down the aisle. You didn’t want this. You tried to move your body, to run away once again. But this time was different. You had no strength to do as you wished. As if your soul was stuck on somebody else’s body. This wasn’t the life you wanted. Not like this. The eyes of the man in front of you were shining as the lion’s eyes looking at its prey hungrily. You look d around you. The church was full of people. Even Soyeon was there. Why was she there? She was smiling at you with the brightest smile. You wanted to cry. This wasn’t the real Soyeon. She would never be happy with an arranged marriage. You looked away to avoid her smiling eyes but then you saw San. He was standing far away from the seats. His eyes glued to you and your wedding dress. He looked... weird. He was also wearing the same clothes as Kai. You couldn’t understand the reason though. His eyes looked sad as if he was about to cry. The arm that was holding you tightly pushed you to Kai’s arms who looked at you in awe.

“You look stunning, my love.”

Your eyes seemed to finally take action because you felt some burning tears come down your eyes. You opened your mouth to shout loud that this wasn’t the was thing should have been. No voice could come out your mouth though. It was a dream... no... it was a nightmare... It all felt so real though. Weird. Frightening. Disgusting.

You opened your eyes. You lifted your hands to wipe the tears off your face. Your breathing was finally on its normal pace. You hold your head with both arms as you tried to calm down from what you’ve just seen.

The phone rang. You picked it up knowing it was Soyeon.

“Good morning, Soyeon.” a sigh came out of your mouth.

“Good morning, y/n. Did you sleep well?” you could see her wide smile even from some miles away.

“Uhm, well, no.” you scratched your forehead.

“What? Why not?”

“Soyeon, I have a question. Please, be honest with me.”

“Of course, y/n. What is it?” Soyeon asked full of curiousity.

“Did you tell those mobsters my name and address?”

“Of course not! Why would I?”

“That’s what they said...” you said as you stood up from the bed now walking to the living room.

“What do you mean?” suddenly, Soyeon’s voice sounded worried.

“Yesterday night... I met with the mobsters again.” you continued while walking up and down the hall.

“What?! What the hell– What happened?!” before you could open your mouth to breath a response she cut you off. “You know what? Let’s meet up. I’ll come pick you up. Be ready at 15 mins. I’ll be there. You’ll tell me the details over coffee.” and with that she hang up the phone leaving you literally speechless.

You went to take a quick cold shower and got dressed in a simple morning outfit. Just a white T-shirt and short jeans.

15 minutes passed fast. Soyeon came ringing the bell on your door. When you opened up for her she rushed her way in your room.

“Girl... There are so many men outside the building... What the hell happened here?”

“I’ll tell you. Not here though.” you pushed her and yourself out of the room and got in the elevator.

On the first floor you could see men in black all over the place. As if a dark cloud came down from the sky right on your building. You felt weird. After what happened yesterday, things were pretty strange.

“Okay, we better stay quiet till we get out of here. I know a good quiet place to talk.” Soyeon whispered in your ear.

“Good. Lead the way then.” you grabbed Soyeon’s arm and walked alongside her as she led the way to the unknown to you quiet place.

You two walked in silence once in a while turning back to see if anyone was following you. When you saw no one behind you you started walking faster.

Soyeon stopped walking which made you stop too. You looked at her. She smiled while looking in front of her.

“Here we are. This is the place.” after her confirmation you looked where Soyeon was looking. There was a small cafe in the corner. ATZ Café. It looked plain. And nice. It really looked quiet. Not many people seemed to be inside. That’s what you wanted. Less people around the better. You wanted to talk with Soyeon in quiet. Tell her what happened yesterday and try to figure out a solution to avoid that from happening again.

Soyeon pulled you inside and sat on a table far from the windows. She fixed her clothes and stared into your eyes as a hungry teenager waiting for her meal.

“So... begin.”

“Alright then...” you started talking and talking and talking. You told Soyeon what happened after you two had went separate ways. You told her about the steps you heard near the elevator but when you turned back there was no one. You told her about the guys that broke in your apartment and how Wooyoung helped you eliminate them. You also told Soyeon about Wooyoung taking you to San’s mansion and that you left there by foot by yourself. The only thing you didn’t want to share with Soyeon was what happened between you and Choi San. That was too much for you yourself to handle. Also you knew that if Soyeon heard what happened she would start rooting for you two. You didn’t want that. Not at least until you found out what your feelings were for San. Because you wanted to realise what exactly you felt when San attacked you with kisses. You felt weird. Was it bad weird or good weird though? You felt the need to see for yourself by time what it meant to you. By time.

“What the hell?!” Soyeon was in awe at the news of your yesterday’s adventure. “These things happened in just one night? Your first night in Seoul? Girl, that’s insane.”

“Exactly! Insane.” you agreed with her words.

A young boy with the cafe’s uniform came to take your orders.

“Excuse me, girls. Are you ready to order?”

“I’d like some iced americano. What about you y/n?”

“I’ll have a black tea.”

“Okay, I’ll be back in a minute.”

“Thank you.” Soyeon told him with a smile.

The boy left to make your tea and Soyeon’s coffee. There was a man standing beside the waiter that took your orders. The man was faced in a way where you couldn’t see his face. You could only see the back of his head. It was red haired head. Although you didn’t notice it, he did. When Soyeon called out your name a while ago, he lifted his head surprised. Surprised to see you again so soon. He turned around and looked at you.

It was no other than Choi Jongho, San’s little brother.

His eyes glued on you as he couldn’t believe you visited his cafe. Did you know or was it Soyeon who suggested the place? He felt like walking towards you. He wanted to speak with you, to come closer to you. With a wide smile on his face he started walking.

It took him 10 seconds. He raised his hand so you could see it and waved at you.

“Hi. Good morning.” his face seemed happy as you could see the smile attached on the corners of his ears. You lifted your head facing him and finally realising where you’ve stepped in.

“W-what are you doing here?” you asked all nervous. You felt like falling in a trap like a wandering and hungry mouse. You were afraid that this smile on Jongho’s face meant no good news. He raised his eyebrows surprised at your question.

“Uhm, this is my cafe. I own it.” he said while looking around the room. You looked at him as if he was talking about something bad, horrible. You just couldn’t believe how unlucky you were. “Look, y/n, I have to tell you something... My brother wouldn’t say it so I’ll do it in his place.”

“Y-your brother?” you seemed confused. What about his brother? What was it that he wanted to tell you and his brother wouldn’t?

“My older brother, San.” he looked at you as your sudden question confused him. Didn’t you know already? But then again... Jongho never really introduced himself to you. The thought hit him and he stepped back a little to bow lightly in order to make a proper self introduction to you. “Excuse me. My name is Choi Jongho. I’m Choi San’s little brother. Nice to meet you y/n.” his smiley face returned making you unconsciously smile. Soyeon noticed your smile so she decided to speak up regardless Jongho being a mobster.

“Nice to meet you Jongho. I’m Jeon Soyeon. Y/n’s best friend.” she smiled and stood up from her seat to bow politely pulling you with her. She shook you lightly whispering in your ear to introduce yourself as well. When you came back to your senses you bowed lightly.

“I’m Park y/n. Although you already know me. Anyways. Nice to meet you Jongho.” you looked around to check if San was there. Fortunately, he wasn’t.

“What’s wrong y/n?” Jongho noticed you were worried over something.

“Oh, I just... I’m checking for something. Nice cafe by the way. It’s really comfy here.” you gave him a compliment with smile that made him get excited.

“Thanks y/n. It’s really great to hear that from you.” he smiled back with the cutest smile which made you giggle. “Y/n, I really want to make a proper apologise to you for what happened yesterday night. I’m so... SO sorry. My brother is such an idiot sometimes. Stubborn, arrogant. I have to make it up to you.” Jongho’s eyes were full of pain as he was talking. You felt sorry for him feeling this way because of you and San. You didn’t like seeing him in pain even though you didn’t know him well.

“It’s not your fault, Jongho. You don’t have to apologise in your stupid brother’s place. Jongho looked up at you and smiled lightly.

Soyeon, who was observing over your little conversation, sensed a cute atmosphere between Jongho and you. She found Jongo’s actions around you cute and it wasn’t hard for her to realise what kind of feelings Jongho had for you. By the way... what were you talking about with Jongho? Soyeon noticed that your conversation with him was something you never mentioned. She was eager to learn though. She had her plan. She stayed quiet for the time being and just listened carefully.

After a while the waiter came with the tea and the americano. He noticed his boss talking to you two so he felt like he could be close with you as well. He smiled brightly and put the disk down on the table.

“Here you go, pretty ladies.” when these words left his mouth Jongho’s smile disappeared and an angry facial expression appeared on his face.

“Jay.” Jongho called out his employee’s name angrily.

“Yes, boss.” Jay stood straight up realising he made a mistake.

“No talking to the ladies. Get back to work.”

“Yes, boss.” Jay turned around and run off behind the counter. He quickly started cleaning off the counter with his eyes never looking at you and Soyeon again. Soyeon and you laughed at Jongho’s serious face and Jay’s reaction to his boss’ orders.

“It’s fine, Jongho. You didn’t have to be so strict to him.” you said and Jongho’s eyes met yours again.

“I actually had to. Discipline is what matters. If I’m being nice he won’t improve himself.” Jongho came closer to you and you nodded as his words made sense.

“You’re right.” you smiled at him. Jongho smiled back looking straight at you.

“Sit down with us Jongho. Let’s chat for a little bit, then you can return to your cafe duties.” Jongho turned to Soyeon then back at you.

“May I?” he asked giving the point of wanting to sit next to you.

“Oh, of course.” you took your bag from the seat next to you and Jongho sat on it. He immediately shared a bright smile. Jongho was extremely happy to be near you. He wanted to know more about you.

“So, y/n, where do you come from?” you looked at Jongho with a serious expression. You felt insecure about revealing your identity to him but you also felt like even if he knew your secret, he would keep his mouth sealed for good. You took a deep breath and smiled again.

“I’m from Busan.” Soyeon looked at you in surprise as you began to reveal your real self. She immediately looked back at Jongho to view his smiley reaction.

“From Busan. That’s nice. Really nice. Your accent doesn’t resemble Busan’s accent though.”

“I grew up speaking the Seoul accent. Back home nobody speaks with the Busan accent.”

“I see. That explains it.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

The conversation with Jongho went on and on. Sometimes Soyeon stopped just observing and joined you two in your long chat. You talked about your hobbies and dream jobs. You felt relaxed while talking to Jongho. It felt nice to have someone to talk to about such things. Jongho could be a good friend. A really good one.

After a while and after you both have drank your drinks, you hear the sound from the door openning. The three of you turned your heads to the direction of the door. Your eyes widened as you saw two familiar faces coming in the cafe.

“Yunho. Mingi. Welcome.” Jongho stood up and walked to them. They greeted each other then Jongho turned to you again. “Come sit down with us.” Yunho and Mingi tunred their faces to you. They looked each other in surprise.

“What’s this? Why is y/n here?” the black haired man said. Soyeon looked at him and then at you. She covered her mouth with her hand and giggled. You blushed lightly after realising that you have become famous among those guys in just one night.

“She just came over with Soyeon for a coffee.” Jongho replied instead of you.

“Did you know this was Jongho’s coffee shop?” the auburn haired man.

“No. We didn’t.” you replied immediately not waiting a second for Jongho to reply in your place again. “I had no idea this place was yours.” Jongho looked at you then back at the standing men. One of the men walked forward and placed his hand on his chest.

“We know you but you don’t know us. We still haven’t introduced ourselves.” it was the black haired man that took the lead. “My name is Yunho, Jeon Yunho. Nice to meet you, y/n and Soyeon.” after Yunho, the auburn haired man stepped forward as well and smiled.

“I’m Mingi. Song Mingi. Nice to meet you girls. Also sorry for the late introduction.”

“Oh, it’s fine. Nice to meet you guys as well.” you said as you stood up to shake their hands. Soyeon repeated your movements after you. They both seemed nice guys.

“Yunho and Mingi are my brother’s main bodyguards.” Jongho said first.

“Although San prefers to call us his friends. Our main job in the family is to protect the boss.” Mingi explained to you and Soyeon.

“I get it. That’s totally normal.” you spoke without thinking.

“What do you mean normal?” Yunho asked and crossed his arms. For a second you thought of what you said some seconds ago and began to stutter while trying to explain yourself.

“N-n-normal. H-he wouldn’t he cannot protect himself alone. O-of course he would call his bodyguards just friends. Just how proud is he.” The guys and Soyeon laughed loudly at your reaction and it felt like your words didn’t make any sense. What mattered was that you believed your words. You shook Soyeon off to make her stop laughing.

After the laughing was finally over, Jongho tunred to Yunho and Mingi.

“Anyways, guys. Why are you here? Did anything happen?” Jongho asked them and the guys’ faces went from smiley to dead serious.

“Come here.” Mingi pulled Jongho and the three of them walked far away enough from the table for you to not listen to them talking. Soyeon got worried.

“Do you think anything bad happen? They seem serious.” Soyeon asked and grabbed you by the arm lightly.

“I don’t know. I’m as curous as you right now.” you replied to her while holding her.

For three whole minutes the boys kept staring at you then at each other. This made you anxious. What was wrong?

Eventually the guys walked up to you again.

“Y/n, listen carefully.” Mingi spoke up before the others.

“What is it?” you asked full of curiousity and worry.

“It seems like you’ll have to stay at the mansion for a while.” Yunho continued the announcement. You looked at him even more curious than before.

“What do you mean– Which mansion are you talking about?”

“The Choi mansion. San’s house.” Mingi spoke again. You felt hot blood on the front of your forehead. Soyeon looked at the guys full of worry about you.

“Stop kidding. This isn’t funny.” Soyeon told the guys and grabbed your arm tighter.

“I’m afraid that it has to be like this.” Jongho said while looking at the ground. Mingi and Yunho found some guys out of your apartment. The last night’s incident came as a flashback to you and your eyes widened.

“The guys from last night...”

“Exactly... it seems that San’s men had left their spot for a bit and they found their way in there. You can’t stay there. It’s too damgerous. Too risky.” Yunho added. “We can’t just let a girl alone in a dangerous place.” You looked at Yunho with a serious face. He couldn’t possibly know about you not being just a normal girl. A normal girl would be weak. But you... No. How could you? You grew up in a fierce environment just like San and the other guys did. There was no single proof of your background. You just had to make sure you won’t get caught.

That was the moment when you realised that in order to keep your secret from them you had to act weak. They had already seen you fight but that was with other girls. You just needed to act as if you were inferior to guys’ power. That was nothing hard.

“Actually, it’s San’s house but we all live together. So, you won’t be alone with San, if thaat’s what troubles you.” Jongho and moved a step closer to you. You laughed it off.

“Don’t worry. It’s fine, I guess. Since you’ll be living there with me, I don’t mind having you around.” you said to Jongho and smiled brightly. Jongho smiled back with your answer.

“That’s good to know.”

“Great. It’s decided then.” Mingi said and stretched out his arms.

“You come home with us.” Yunho added. “About your stuff–”

“I’ll go pack them up. There are some things I still have to do so I’ll finish them up and come over to the mansion.”

“Are you sure y/n? It’s dangerous over there right now. What if anything bad happens to you?” Jongho asked all worried again.

“Then you can just watch over me while I’m finishing things up. I won’t be in danger as long as you’re around. Right?” Jongho sighed at your words. He was happy to hear you felt secured around him.

“Great. This way I’ll be able to watch over you.” Jongho’s face got all smiley again.

“Then, I guess we’ll have to say goodbye for now.” Soyeon looked at you and gave you a smile although you could see the worry in her gaze.

“Yeah. I’ll contact you as soon as I get to the mansion.”

“You better do.”

“Oh, and something else. Yunho, can I ask you a favor?”

“Sure, what is it y/n?”

“Please take care of Soyeon for me. She was probably seen by those guys at my apartment this morning so she might also be in danger. Can you do it for me?” Yunho looked over at Soyeon. She looked back at him and smiled. Yunho turned at you and smiled. He nodded his head.

“Of course, y/n. If I don't bother her.”

“It’s fine. I don’t mind you being around. But I’ll have to warn you about one thing. I’ll be going to a lot of clubs. You may not be able to follow me there all the time. I need my privacy.” Yunho looked at Soyeon and smirked.

“I’ll try to keep the needed distance.” Soyeon chuckled at Yunho’s words.

“Good.”

“Alright, then. Let’s get moving. Jongho, it’s time.” Mingi spoke up and walked to the door. Yunho followed Mingi slowly.

“Come on, Soyeon. I’ll take you home for now.”

“Okay, see ya y/n. Stay safe!” Soyeon hugged you tightly and followed Yunho to his motorcycle. They hopped on and run off. Mingi rode his motorcycle and headed to the mansion. Jongho turned to you.

“Let’s go. Jay, I’m leaving. Take care of the shop while I’m away.”

“Yes boss!” and with that Jongho held you by the hand and walked with you out of the cafe.

“Get in.” he said after showing you his car. You nodded. You got in the car and sat on the passenger seat. Jongho got in as well after seeing you closing the door and started the engine.

The ride lasted less than you imagined. Jongho made sure to drive fast so you could finish up faster than expected. He parked his car in front of the building your apartment was and you both got out. Jongho looked around to make sure no one was spying on you.

“It’s clear. Let’s go check upstairs.”

“Alright.” you walked to the elevator and got in. You waited for Jongho to walk inside and pressed the button.

When you reached the floor, the doors opened and you walked oit of the elevator. You looked straightt ahead. Your eyes met with a man that held a key on his right hand amd was about to unlock the door of the apartment next to you. He noticed you and turned around to look at you. You walked closer to him to greet him but then Jongho jumped in front of you with his eyes stuck on the man.

“Who are you? Why are you here?” Jongho attacked the man with questions.

“I–I’m just living here.” then his eyes met yours and he pointed a finger at you. “Oh. Aren’t you the lady from last night at the club?” his question let a flashback intrude your mind. His voice, his gaze, it all reminded you of the barman from the club.

“Oh. Are you maybe... the barman of the club?” the man smiled as you recognised him. Jongho stood straight up watching you two.

“Nice to meet you again, my name is Lee Taemin and as you know I am a barman at the club.” he waved his hand in a cute way. He seemed really friendly.

“Nice to meet you as well, Mr. Lee. I’m Park Y/n.” you did the same to him with your hand.

“Oh, just drop the honorifics. Call me Taemin.”

“Is that fine? Hahaha, okay. You can call me y/n then.”

“Great.”

“Oh, and uhm, thanks for the help last night. The guy would have really caused me trouble.”

“It was nothing. It’s fine.” Taemin smiled really brightly after your thanks. Jongho looked at him then at you.

“What guy?” Jongho looked kind of more worried after hearing about an incident he wasn’t aware of.

“Oh, it’s nothing important. It’s not that I’ll see him again or anything. You don’t have to worry about it.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know your boyfriend would be jealous.” Taemin spoke quickly.

“He- no, he’s not my boyfriend.”

“I’m not. But her real boufriend will get really angry if I tell him his girl was talking to some barman, and even calling him by his first name.” Jongho had reached his limits with Taemin being all friendly with you.

“I’m sorry, dude.”

“Jongho, what the?” you looked in his eyes. What was he talking about? Was he too worried about you? Was he worried because of Taemin?

“Let’s just get this over with and go home. We’re running late. San is waiting.”

“Okay, okay, fine.” you turned to Taemin. “I’ll see you next time, I guess. Byebye.”

“Okay, bye.” Taemin put on the sweetest smile till now and finally unlocked his door. After he entered his apartment there was nothing but silence in the atmosphere.

Taemin’s face changed. The sweet smile from before turned into a wicked, sick grin that painted his face nasty. “Gotcha birdy~”

Jongho walked to your apartment’s door. You followed him annoyed.

“You know, you didn’t have to be mean to him. He was just being nice.”

“No man working at a club is nice. Now, please. Pack your things. I’ll be waiting in the living room.” Jongho walked his way in the apartment as if he owned the place. You walked to your room and closed the door shut. The door made quite the noise. Jongho noticed that his behaviour made you pissed but he was as pissed as you were. He didn’t like Taemin’s face. He didn’t look like a decent man.

You sat on the bed all angry.

“Why is he acting like that? I mean... He’s here to help me but why would he get angry because of Taemin? There’s nothing wrong with him, is there?” you sighed and got up to pick up your bags.

After finishing your things up you walked out of the bedroom and joined Jongho in the living room. Jongho noticed you and got up from the couch.

“Are you ready?” your eyes turned on the suitcases in your hands then nodded at him.

“I think that’s all.”

“I’ll take these.” Jongho grabbed the suitcases from your hands and stood up the door. You opened it and you both walked to the elevator. You looked at Taemin’s apartment door. It was closed. Would he get offended by Jongho’s behaviour? Anyways. You pressed the button on the elevator.

When you finally left the building and got in the car Jongho placed his hands on the steering wheel and sighed deeply. You didn’t look at him though. His head turned toward yours.

“I’m sorry for earlier. I really am.” his words were soft coming out of his mouth that itade you look at him.

“Why were you like that to him? He didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I know. I just... I don’t know... I don’t like that guy.” Jongho tried to calmly tell you his reasons. You nodded your head.

“I see. But you could be more kind to him.”

“You’re right. I’m sorry. I’ll be more careful of my actions next time. Let’s go home for now.” Jongho started the engine.

Back in Busan, your fiancé, Kai, had decided to visit you at your home. He came on his red Porsche. He parked his car in front of the mansion, your old home, and got out of the car. He fixed his dark blue suit and walked in the house. All the maids were totally simping over his stunning looks. Your step mother headed over to him to greet him.

“Welcome, dear. How have you been? How is your father doing?”

“Hello, Mrs. Park. I’m very well, so is my father. I thought it would be nice to come over for a visit. I hope I’m not causing any trouble to you.” Kai has always been sweet talking to your step mother. That’s why she liked him so much. You hated him. Not only for this. He was stunning, indeed. But not stunning enough to become your husband. You didn’t want to take him just because your parents said so, or because he made every girl melt with just a single glare. If he really wanted to win a place in your heart he had to change his personality. You had no single interest in him as he already was.

Your step mother guided him to the living room and they both sat down on some pretty golden lux sofas. She kept on telling him about his good looking appearance and how well suited he was to you. That was when he looked around the house only to see the staff and your step mother.

“By the way, where is my fiancée? I haven’t seen her in a while and I already miss her. She didn’t even call not even once since the engagement. She’s so cruel. All I do is love her but still–” his words her cut off as your step mother covered over his question.

“Actually. That rascal... She run away.” she laughed a little to make it seem funny. Kai looked at her. He was at a loss of words. He didn’t ever imagined that you would run away because of this. He knew you didn’t stand him at all but he never thought you hated him that much as to run away so you could not marry him. He felt hurt. But he laughed it off as your step mother did. Their laughs were just ironical. It was as if you had become their little easy prey that you could hunt wherever you hid yourself. Nasty. Rotten. Their laughs filled the house and that made Chaerin come out of her room and fown the stairs. She hid herself behind the wall near the living room and listened to what her mother and Kai were talking about.

“How cute of her to run off just some days away from our wedding. She’s really sweet. Don’t you think, mr.s Park?”

“Indeed, my dear. Don’t blame her. She’s just confused. Her dad will find her and make her return before the wedding for sure. It’s just a matter of time.”

“Oh, I’m not worried about that actually. I have a lot of friends in the whole country. I’ll just notify them and it’ll all be done.”

“As expected of our dear Kai. Y/n is so lucky to have you. Also so stupid that she doesn’t see the treasure she’s offered.”

“She will. I’m confident about this.” Kai smiled at your step mother. His phone suddenly rang and he took it out of his pocket to check who was calling him. On the phone was written the name Lee Taemin. “Oh. I have to pick this up. I’ll be back in a minute.” your step mother nodded as he stood up and walked a little further away for her. “Hello my dear friend. How are you?”

“Hey Kai. I’m doing just fine. How about you? How do the wedding preparations go?”

“It’s all fine except one thing I didn’t count that well.”

“You know, I might have found something interesting here in Seoul.”

“How much interesting?”

“Very much. Tell me, isn’t your fiancée’s name Park Y/n?”

“That’s right. Don’t tell me...”

“Yeah, I saw her in Seoul. The first time she was at the club I work with her friend. The second time I saw her was out of my apartment. She was with some other guy though.”

“Another guy?” Kai chuckled at the thought of you cheating on your soon to be husband. “Do you know who that guy is?”

“Actually, he was at the club as well but they didn’t talk at all there. He’s that little brother of that sly fox mafia boss Choi.”

“Oh. I see.” a nasty grin covered Kai’s face. “She just keeps getting more interesting to win her over. Now she even goes to other bosses in order to avoid me? Really interesting. And cute.”

“Shall I keep a close eye on her?”

“Just learn about her whereabouts. I’ll be coming to pick her up. Thanks for your help. You’re a really good friend Taemin.”

“Anything for you Kai.” Kai hang up and lowered the phone from his ear. The grin on his face just grew bigger. His look and aura became scarier.

“Fine. I accept your challenge y/n. Just wait for me.” he walked back to the living room after fixing his grin to a sweet smile as before. “I’m sorry it tooke so long. It was really important.”

“Oh, it’s fine Kai. You don’t have to apologise for this.”

“Actually, it was a friend of mine. He told me he found y/n.” your step mother and Chaerin’s eyes widened. “I’ll go pick her up in a few days. There’s no need to worry over her anymore. I have eveything under control.”

“That’s so sweet of you Kai. Oh, please, bring y/n back so you two can get married.”

“I definitely will.”

“Good. Now, if you please, the dinner is ready. Let’s get to the table.” she and Kai took off to the dining room.

Chaerin who was hiding all this time run back up to her bedroom and fell on her bed. “Where are you, big sis? They all have gone crazy here... How can I help you when you left without telling me anything?” she raised her head up. “I’ll call Chanyeol. He may be able to help.” she grabbed her phone and typed Chanyeol’s number. She was really detremined to help you with destroying Kai and he mother’s awful plans.

Back in Seoul, you and Jongho had arrived at the mansion. A butler was holding your bags. Jongho led you inside. He walked you to the living room where other seven men were sitting on the lux black couches. When you enterned the room they all stood up to greet you with the warmest smiles. All except one of them, San, who just kept looking at you with no reaction. You recognised only the four of them. Wooyoung, Mingi, Yunho and San, the big boss. It was about time you met the other three guys of the gang.

“We’re here.” Jongho announced officially. “Y/n will be staying with us from now on.” the other guys came closer to greet you.

“Hey y/n, we meet again. If I knew earlier that you’d be coming here I would have come over to fetch you.” Wooyoung was the first one to greet you but he was pushed back by the guy next to him.

“Wooyoung, for god’s sake, let the ones that haven’t introduced themselves do it properly.” he smiled at you and bowed lightly out of respect. “Hello y/n, my name is Hongjoong. I am a lawyer and San’s advisor. Nice to finally meet you.” he was taller than you. His bleached hair were shining under the bright lights of the living room. He was really handsome and looked like the more normal out of all of them.

“Nice to meet you as well, Kim Hongjoong.”

“Hi. Nice to meet you. I’m Park Seonghwa.” he had nice black wavy hair that fell on the sides of his eyes. “I’m the oldest one among the guys. I’m a captain in the gang, if you know what I mean.”

“I know.” the guys’ eyes locked on yours as you said that. You realised that only an insider would have known the positions in a mafia gang and you didn’t want to seem like an insider at all. “I mean... I’ve seen a lot of movies, that’s why.” the boys nodded their heads understanding what you actually meant.

“Hello there.” another guy with black hair popped from behind. “I’m Kang Yeosang. It’s an honor to meet you, the one who marked our San’s heart.”

“Shut up Yeosang.” San growled. Yeosang laughed after managing to make San make a sound in front of you.

“Finally. You too come to greet y/n.”

“I don’t need to. I’m going to eat. Whoever wants to come is welcomed.” San went over the dining room and sat on his chair.

“Y/n, come eat with us. You must be pretty hungry.” Hongjoong offered you.

“It’s fine.” though your stomach didn’t seem to agree with your mouth cause after that it growled like crazy of hunger. The boys chuckled. “Fine. Let’s go eat.”

The boys led you to the dining room and sat on the table next to San. After a while the food was served and you all started eating. Most of the time you were eating, the boys asked you to talk to them about your life, so you did. Except cutting off some details. They, too, shared some funny stories with you. They seemed to enjoy your company and you didn’t find them annoying at all, in contrast of what you thought of them last night at the club. They were really warm and kind. Just like a family. They teased each other in front of you which made you laugh at their silliness.

After finishing the food the boys sat back on their chairs just looking at each other.

“How about we play some games?” Wooyoung said as he stood up from his chair. They boys found his idea interesting and stood up as well.

“Let’s go to the gaming room. Y/n come with us.” Mingi said and grabbed you by your hand. You took his hand willingly and walked with them to the gaming room. When San noticed you holding Mingi’s hand he stood up straight and started walking behind you. His eyes were completely locked on your united hands. You hadn’t noticed him behind you but you felt someone staring at you. You turned around only to be starlted by how much San was close to you. He bumped into you as you stopped walking.

“What’s wrong y/n?” Mingi asked you then looked at San who now was looking at Mingi with eyes full of jealousy. Mingi understood that San was like that because he was holding your hand. He smiled at San and let go of your hand. “Ah, sorry.” then walked past you and him leaving you alone in the hall for a moment. San looked at you as if he wanted to say something.

“Y/n... I–” he opened his mouth to speak but you interrupted him.

“They’re waiting for us.” you started walking away slowly. San got irritated at how you didn’t want to pay attention to him so he decided to force you look at him. He grabbed you by the arm and pinned you on the wall near him. You gasped out for air as your back bumped into the wall hard. He succeeded. He made you look at him. Although it wasn’t the exact type attention of attention he wanted. He still had succeeded.

“Listen here. If I’m about to speak, no one interrupts me. Not even you. So you’ll sit here and listen to what I have to say to–”

“If you scream growl at me again I’ll kick you hard where I hit you yesterday. I don’t find it difficult at all.” San gulped at the last night’s bad memory. He backed off you and now you were free to go. You flicked your hair and walked to the others.

“Where were you y/n?” Wooyoung whined.

“We were waiting for you.” Yunho said.

“I was gazing at the huge walls.” you laughed it off and joined the boys on the pool table.

After a whille San arrived and Wooyoung jumped on him.

“Where were you San? Did you get lost in your own house? Or perhaps, were you gazing at the huge walls as well?”

“No.” he answered sharply and his eyes fell on you who had stopped playing as he walked in the room. Wooyoung noticed the awkward atmosphere so he decided to lighten it up. He put an arm around San’s neck and chuckled.

“Come play with us. It’ll be fun.”

“I don’t want to.” San tilted his face away from Wooyoung’s. You noticed that Wooyoung was trying to lighten up the mood for San. You were aware that you pissed him off earlier. He wanted to tell you something amd you didn’t let him. Would he want to apologise? Whatever it was he was goimg to tell you, you’ve lost the chance to listen to it. You decided to help Wooyoung and make San play with you. You thought of using the easiest method. Make him feel that you doubt his confidence. You grinned and spoke up.

“He will probably lose. That’s why he refuses to play with us.” San looked at you.

“What?”

“Are you that afraid to lose?” you continued just wanting him to fall completely for this. Which happened.

“Are you assuming that I’m weak and a coward?”

“What? Am I wrong?” your grin got bigger as you got what you wanted.

“You shouldn’t say such things to him.” Hongjoong whispered in your ear.

“Just watch.” you whispered back at him which made Hongjoong curious. San walked up to Yunho and stretched out his hand.

“Give me the pool cue. I’m going to prove to y/n that I’m no coward. Bring it on.” your grin got even bigger after San had accepted your challenge.

“Let’s play.” you said but Wooyoung stopped you both before starting the game.

“Wait. How about making a bet?” he suggested.

“Yeah let’s make a juicy bet.” Seonghwa continued Wooyoung’s idea.

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Vogel und Jäger

Summary: You accidentally witness a murder, but the murderer takes pity on you. Pairing: Zeke Jaeger x Fem!Reader (mafia AU) Warnings & Content: murder, language, angst Word Count: 1.7 k

A/N: i've been dying for a mafia au with zeke so here's part one of the series Vogel und Jäger. i have two more chapters drafted, and i'll try to post for this series weekly so i can write some moooore for it.

Bang!

The blood-curling sound was familiar to your ears. A gunshot — followed by the gurgling of a man.

Bang!

Another shot and the gurgling stopped. Panic settled in your heart, making you jump back and knock the metallic bin which served as a shield against the perpetrators.

Shit.

Footsteps drew closer and you began to pray. Running was futile. Running was always futile. Your throat was dry, your mascara was smeared all over your cheeks from all the tears, lips chapped and bleeding.

Our Father, who art in Heaven...

The cold muzzle of the gun pressed onto your forehead and you shivered, breath hitching, eyes glued to the wet pavement.

Hollowed be thy name...

The Mafia never spared any witnesses, you knew that all too well, even if you happened to be in the wrong place, at the wrong time.

Thy Kingdom come...

"Hey, boss, we got a girl."

"Kill her."

"No, please!" You threw yourself at the feet and mercy of the armed man. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! Please, I'm only nineteen!" Through the sobs, your voice was still melodious, syrupy. So sweet that the boss stopped in his tracks.

Thy will be done...

Another pair of footsteps approached, tentatively, not as eager as the first person. You still haven't looked up, too scared to even blink, to even breathe.

On earth, as it is in Heaven...

"Hand me the gun, Yelena."

"As you wish, boss."

You felt someone crouch down next to you, someone dressed in expensive clothing, by the look of the trousers and polished shoes.

Give us this day our daily bread...

"You've got a very pretty voice." He lifted your chin up with the barrel of the gun, chills running down your spine.

"T-thank y-you..."

"Can you sing, little bird?"

"Y-yes."

And forgive us our trespasses...

Finally, you looked at the perpetrator — spellbinding grey eyes, platinum blonde hair slicked back and a matching goatee. His gaze was either boring or pitiful.

"Lucky you, we're hiring."

As we forgive those who trespass against us...

Anxiety coiled in your stomach, words caught up in your throat. You were still praying, unaware if this was all a sadistic joke or a miracle.

And lead us not into temptation...

Dark lashes fluttered, more tears streaming down your beautiful face as the gears in your head turned in a desperate attempt to understand what was happening.

But deliver us from evil...

"Hiring?" Your voice went up an octave when you saw the small stag pinned to the man's chest. The Jaeger family — the most feared mafia family in Paradis City.

For thine is the kingdom...

"A pretty voice like yours shouldn't go to waste." He got up and offered you his hand.

And the power, and the glory...

Reluctantly, you took it, helping yourself up and chewing your lower lip.

For ever and ever...

"T-thank you!" You told him, slender fingers squeezing his hand tightly. "I owe you m-my life."

Amen.

"Correct. Your life, your soul, your eyes and ears." He walked you to a car and opened the door for you. "Yelena, take us to the club. We've got business to discuss with my little brother."

•°.•°.•°.•°

Your eyes wandered all over the soundproof office, situated one floor above and opposite the stage. Every inch of the bar, the seating areas, everything was visible from that room. You tapped a finger on the wide window, eyes narrowed at the idea that it might, in fact, be bulletproof. These men were not playing, and you were now their property. The door opened and you jolted at the sound of music filling the office as your saviour walked in with two other people.

"This is my younger brother, Eren. You already know Yelena. I assume you know my name."

You nodded.

"Zeke Jaeger."

"Good girl." Zeke was pleased with your answer as he poured himself a glass of bourbon.

"I thought we didn't spare any witnesses." Eren shot you a look that made you regret being alive.

"Settle down, little brother. Tell us your name."

"Y/N, sir. Y/N Y/L/N." You swallowed, fingers fiddling with the hem of your blouse in an attempt to calm your nerves.

"You see, Eren, Y/N can sing." Zeke opened a drawer and pulled a gun out. More guns, more panic. Your eyes widened and your plump lips quivered when he aimed the gun at you with one hand, glass of alcohol in the other. "Sing or I paint the walls with your brains."

Your legs almost gave in at the threat — you knew it wasn't an empty one, and with all the courage you could muster, you closed your eyes and sang the first song that came to your mind, fucking Kiss from a Rose.

Your voice seemed to coat the people with honey, all three of them somewhat relaxing at the sweet sounds coming from your vocal cords.

"See, I told you she can sing." Zeke put the gun back in the drawer and closed it, swirling the bourbon in his glass before finishing it.

"Where do you live?" Eren crossed his arms, still suspicious of you.

"Historia's." You told him, eyes drifting to the ugly fur rug on the floor.

"The orphanage?"

"Yes."

"But you said you're nineteen." Zeke intervened, a brow quirked at you.

"I am. I try to help as much as possible in exchange for a bed and a roof over my head." You explained, eyeing the white couch that looked so incredibly comfortable.

"Just sit down already." Eren scoffed and you rushed to the furniture, mumbling thank you’s over and over.

"And why were you on that street tonight?" Yelena spoke for the first time since you came to the club. You looked at her and she seemed just as suspicious about you as Eren.

"I... the man you k-killed... he was... I'm-"

"A prostitute." Zeke nonchalantly interrupted you.

It was true. People like you, orphans, didn't have the privilege of being properly educated and finding well-paid jobs. Paradis was a jungle, and you did everything you could to survive. Everything.

"Well on the bright side you don't have to do that anymore." Zeke shrugged as he sunk deeper in his chair, feet on the desk, but you sensed he wasn't entirely honest. "You do have a beautiful voice, and our last girl had some... business to attend to, so you'll be taking her place."

"Is this why you called me here?" Eren sighed, leg impatiently shaking.

"Don't be stupid, of course not. I need Armin to prepare this month's tax reports and I need you to keep an eye on the police. They're sticking their nose in our business again, and I want them out of it. You two can go. Y/N, you stay." Zeke waved his hand and Eren and Yelena left, music briefly filling the office again.

You twiddled with the cushion in your lap, waiting for your new boss to say something. Being in that room was nerve-wracking, and you felt the air grow thick. Eventually Zeke took off his glasses, fingers rubbing the bridge of his nose as he sighed.

"Sir?" You dared, voice feeble and frail.

"What?" He clicked his tongue and you instantly regretted speaking.

"Sir, I'm not educated, but I've been on the streets long enough to know that every man or woman has a purpose..." You placed the cushion back. "...and a price. What's my purpose? I doubt it's only to sing."

Zeke nodded, fingers tracing the wooden desk.

"You're right, it isn't just to sing. It's to distract."

"Distract who? And from what?"

"You're asking an awful lot of questions for someone who's just witnessed a murder. You best not go to the police." He narrowed his eyes, piercing your soul. You sighed and walked to the desk, taking a seat opposite Zeke.

"It's not... my first murder." You confessed to him.

"Oh? My dear, you're full of surprises. Pray, tell. Drink?"

"Yes please." You answered, throat dry as a desert. "I can't go to the police. And even if I could, I wouldn't." The drink earned a disgusted look from you, but it was better than nothing. "Two years ago, I ended someone's life. He deserved it, he broke into Miss Historia's orphanage and tried to... to..."

"I understand." Zeke stopped you. "And if you go to the police, they'd do a background check on you." He continued, satisfied that he had a leverage in case you decided to turn against him.

"Exactly. And Historia helped me so much, I wouldn't want to put her in danger. So, I'm asking again, distract who from what?"

Zeke walked to the window, telling you to follow him. He pointed at two men, a tall blond one, and a short brunette one.

"See those two? They're policemen. They work for us, but we suspect they're double agents." He explained before pointing at three other men. "Those we suspect of being Marleyan mobsters. You see, Y/N, we have a lot of enemies. And we must keep our guard up every second of our lives."

You nodded, perfectly understanding Zeke's words. Paradis was a chess board and only the filthy rich played — the rest of you were pawns.

"Sir, you spared my life, and I know I can't ask for anything in return. But please, please don't drag Miss Historia into this. The children there did nothing wrong." Tears pooled at your eyes, rolling down your cheeks and you wiped them with the back of your hand. "I swear my loyalty to you."

"For someone uneducated, you're extremely clever." Zeke's voice was serious. You half-smiled at the compliment, but you knew the mess you got yourself into cut your lifespan severely. "Can you shoot?"

"No, sir."

"It's alright, Mikasa will teach you. Sleep on the couch tonight, I'll have Yelena bring you a blanket. Tomorrow you'll swear an oath in front of the family. And if you want to protect Historia, you'll move out of the orphanage."

You nodded. You understood that mingling with the mafia endangered everyone you loved, but you couldn't stop yourself from crying the entire night. Historia was but a few months older than you, yet she gladly took you in when she invested in that orphanage. Now you had to leave everything behind for her safety — and yours.

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Hi I'm currently dying trying to make this older guy with GIANT hands fuck me and your blog is like. killing me rn. Can we have some more imagines that have literally anything to do with big hands 🥺 I just want some big burly mobster w giant thick ass fingers to make me cum so hard i cry

I KINDA went really indulgent with this one, I had a TON of fun writing it which is probably why it came out as quickly as it did, SO I hope you like it too

Back straight, head held up, arms behind your back, but you were still shaking in your heels. The room smelled of cigar smoke, and the man in front of you toon the cigar from his mouth and put it out in an ashtray nearby. With his...second pair of arms. Not only was he a shady arms dealer that you were hunting down for months, but also a four armed, eight eyed dark grey spider with biceps bigger than your head on all four arms. His name was Harkan Spinner, and you found him alright, but now he had you right where he wanted you.

“So...” Harkan leaned against his desk. “What’s a cute little private eye doing getting in over their head? Did someone want you to find me? A pissed off colleague, a lonely betrayed friend?”

“I-well I uh...” you started to stutter. You had to find him because of a supposed loan he owed your client before jumping ship and taking business elsewhere in the country. But only now, standing in front of him did you realize that you didn’t know what to do now that you were here...He was huge, and could easily crush you under one thumb. Seeing the realization wash over you made Harkan let out a condescending laugh.

“I actually don’t care, I’m sure there are tons of people who hate me, but I didn’t expect any of them to send a rookie detective,” his eight eyes all glared you up and down. “Especially not one so cute, cute enough to eat I might add...” he stood up, and even with him getting closer to you, you didn’t run, instead looked up at him as you felt your face flush red hot.

“I’m not here to force anything, but my client knows your location, and so will be needing your lo- your Uh...” you got distracted when he put his hand on your shoulder, and pulled you even closer.

“You and I both know I won’t do that, because I really don’t give a shit,” he smirked. “But I will thank this “client” that you keep choosing not to name. I love the entertainment he sent me.” You stopped staring at him only to start staring at his hands. Along with the rest of him, Harkan’s hands were so large, you felt that if he squeezed your shoulder just a little bit harder it would shatter. And the thought made you very intimidated, but excited at the idea.

“Are you looking at something?” He asked, snapping you out of your thoughts. “Did something catch your eye little one?” His hand moved from your shoulder, right up to grabbing your face, with two of his hands holding your waist.

“Use your words kitten,” he smirked. He made you stare right up at him, and you could feel your body shake even more. He was so big...so cocky and sure of himself. You’d be angry at him but instead you were drawn to him.

“Y-your hands are...”

“Big?” His thumb gently rubbed your cheek. “And I got more than two of em, wanna see what they can do, kitten~?”

“Yes! Please...!” You realized you answered way too quickly, almost immediately, and turned your head in embarrassment.

“That’s exactly what I wanna hear,” Harkan smiled. At that second, the hand on your cheek wrapped around your neck, and his free hand went to your face, two fingers gently placed up to your mouth.

“Open your mouth, kitten,” he demanded. Your parted your lips for his fingers, and almost immediately his fingers went to the back of your throat. Just two fingers felt so large they filled your mouth so much. Without a command, you started licking his fingers, wrapping your tongue around them and curling against them. You moaned and whimpered, and shuddered in his touch.

“Mmm...you’re so cute,” Harkan smiled. “And so eager too...keep sucking, those fingers are gonna be fucking you to tears very soon...” The thought made you melt in his touch, your thighs pressed together as your arms went up to grab his large wrist. It felt too soon when his fingers left your mouth, and his hand left your throat. His two fingers were slick with your saliva, and you could swear you were drooling in anticipation for what’s gonna happen next.

Very roughly, Harkan tossed you down onto his desk, and you felt his hand creep up your skirt, while one of his other hands grabbed your wrist.

“Legs spread, keep still, be a good girl,” Harkan smiled. He pulled your panties down, and put them to the side, before two of his slick fingers started rubbing up and down your folds. You moaned, looking up at him with pleasing eyes while you kept your legs nice and spread. You wanted it so badly...

“What did I say earlier kitten?” Harkan asked, his slick wet fingers still against your cunt. “Use your fuckin words.”

“Please!” You cried out. “Please Harkan, please I need this...”

“Good...such a good girl...” Harkan smirked down at you, before you felt only one of his large fingers push past your entrance and thrust up and down inside of you. Just ONE felt so large, practically the same size of a regular cock you’ve taken in the past, and that alone got you moaning loudly for him. So large, yet so gentle at first. He obviously didn’t wanna hurt you, and it felt so good.

“That feels so good, oh god...!” You moaned. “Ah...ah fuck...you’re doing so so good...”

“No need to tell me, kitten,” Harkan leaned down and kissed you, before you felt his two fingers slide into you, filling you up so good while his thumb rubbed your clit. If your hands were free at all, you’d grab him by the collar and keep him in the kiss, but you were at this large spider’s mercy, and he pulled away and looked down at your glazed over expression. Your moans were so heavenly to him, Harkan could barely look away from you, like he was admiring his work.

“Oh kitten...” he sucked his teeth. “No other lover is treating you well are they? Haven’t had someone finger you like this?” You didn’t even answer, just moaned loudly and squirmed in his grip. You bucked your hips against his fingers, as you felt him go deeper than your own fingers ever could until his knuckles couldn’t go any further. Your moans were absolute music to the large spider’s ears, a sweet melody that made his pants feel tighter and put a satisfied smirk on his face.

He was gentle, so gentle with you at first, but he slowly got rougher the more he gauged your arousal. You felt him thrusting his fingers in and out of you while a fourth hand rubbed circles into your clit. There was a soaking wet mess that was dripping onto the table, and your eyes were completely glazed over, but soon shot back to life as you arched your back and cried out. Harkan started to get real rough and fast with you, his fingers getting soaked down to the knuckle in your juices as he watched you beg and plead for more.

“Please, please oh god please!” You moaned out. “I need more, please it feels so good!”

“Shhh shh shh,” Harkan leaned down to kiss you. “I know you do, you’re such a good little kitten, I can feel it, you’re almost there, come on~!” You felt yourself tighten around his fingers, moving and bucking your hips like your life depended on it. You couldn’t take it anymore, you could feel yourself tip over the edge. In one final loud moan of his name, your pussy clenched around him and you felt your body twitch and spasm as you finally came, soaking your inner thighs, his fingers, the table underneath you.

When Harkan let you go you lay there limp and exhausted. You felt a mess but a good one, and Harkan sat back with a grin on his face admiring his work. You tried to sit up, and noticed a very large, impressive bulging in Harkan’s pants, and went to rub at it while looking up at him.

“Sh-should I...?” You muttered. He just grabbed your hand and gently pulled it away.

“No, no, I’d be way too much for you to handle, for now that is,” he said. “I had fun with you tonight though. I guess that means I’ll be a good citizen and pay what I owe, if your client comes and faces me like an adult.” Harkan looked down at his soaking wet fingers, and went up to lick them, moaning at the taste.

“Cute enough to eat...” he smirked, causing you to turn red and look away. He looked down at you and gave you a few gentle, loving kisses on the cheek and forehead.

“If you’re still in town tomorrow, I’ll visit,” he said. “In fact I’ll drive you back, there’s no way in hell the buses are still running at this hour, sound good?”

“Yeah, uh, thanks Harkan,” you smiled, as he lifted you up in his arms and carried you, exhausted to the exit of his office.

“Anytime, kitten.”

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