#i was looking back at some of my vincenzo tags and these were the ones that amused me

[wongyuseokie]

Crossing Lines | w.j.h

Summary: Your boss is a dangerous man, and you foolishly messed up his schedule, now he’s pissed and you’re the only one that can fix the problem you caused. 

☆ 18+ minors dni |☀︎fluff | ♕ smut | ☁︎ angst |  ♥ completed works

Word Count:  2516 words

Pairings: Mafia! Wen Junhui x Female Reader

Genre/Trope(s)/AUs: Fluff, angst (minor), smut. PWP (it’s got the briefest plot ever) Content Warnings: Jun is a member of the mafia or an organised crime unit, I guess. It’s never really discussed. Think Vincenzo. Mentions of blood and death (nothing descriptive). A knife is used to take off a shirt, but there’s no blood. Is cuddling a warning? Jun is actually just a softie too. Jun threatens to kill her once, but it's part of the dirty talk. She calls him sir but it’s not kinky. 

Smut Warnings: Dom!Jun, oral sex (female receiving), rough sex, use of a scarf as a gag, fingering. Unprotected sex (don’t do this folks), minor knife play. Name-calling. Multiple orgasms, overstimulation, squirting. Dirty talk. 

Authors Note: Honestly, I've been bias wrecked so so badly by this man I want to cry. This fic came to life because of @flurrys-creativity sending me thirst traps and giving me scenarios, and somehow it became a full-blown fic and reading this, too 💕 . Thank you to @the-boy-meets-evil for beta'ing this. You brought my smut back to life and made it much more sense. Thank you, my lovely!! 💕 I shall send you more DK thirst traps as a thank you. Thank you also to @here4btsfics for always letting me thirst and cry over Jun because, look at him, thank you for reading and thirsting over Jun with me ❤️ Authors Note 2: Tagging my lovely June @junkissed-replies ❤️

Banner Credits: @classicscreations Cross Posted on AO3 © wongyuseokie 2023. All rights reserved.

Working for Seoul’s most notorious crime family wasn’t exactly easy. Being designated as the personal assistant to the family's youngest member was even less ideal. Wen Junhui, typically known only as Jun, was the definition of a walking juxtaposition. His doe eyes sparkled like the night sky, and his body made you ache, with abs sculpted by gods and thighs you wanted to ride until you came all over his trademark black skinny jeans. 

On the other end of the spectrum was Jun’s job, which he referred to as more of a  hobby—killing people. He was ruthless. Noone dared cross him. One wrong word, the slightest misstep, and the poor bastard would be dead on the floor of his den before he could even realize his mistake. 

You had grown oddly accustomed to his brutalities. He had a job, and so did you. Your job was to make sure his demands were met, no matter what they were, so you didn’t become another name in a long list of kills. Except he had a soft spot for you. Or maybe it was that you made something on this already hard man even harder. There was a mutual attraction between you two that you never dared act on. The man was dead inside. 

Today was not a good day. You had checked and double-checked Jun’s schedule, but there was still some miscommunication. Whatever it was led Jun to believe you fucked up his meeting plans with his biggest rival. 

In this world, it meant that he deferred the meeting, which made him a pussy. He was not happy. Actually, that was an understatement. Jun was fuming. In one of those cartoons, smoke would come out of his ears. It would be comical if it weren’t for the fact that he literally killed for a living. 

“Y/N, step into my office now, shut the door, and lock it.” 

You felt chills down your spine and wondered if this was it for you. You’d be dead. He got up from his seat, and damn, why did he have to look so criminally good? All previous fear subsided, at least for a moment, as you took in his appearance. He had his signature leather jacket on with ripped jeans. You cursed your body for being such a traitor, clenching at the sight of him. Jun walked towards you,  eyes trained on you as if you were a target. 

Correction: you were his target. He stopped close to you, too close for the thoughts racing through your head. You could feel his breath on your face. Again, fuck your body for being so turned on when he was looking at you like prey. He placed one arm next to you, both showing his dominance and caging you in. His other one fished his dagger out of his scabbard. Fuck, okay, maybe you were really in trouble. 

He twirled the knife through his fingers with practised ease, making you wonder how many times he’d done it. Actually, it made you wonder how they’d feel in your pussy. You cursed yourself again, telling yourself to get it together. You legitimately might die, and all you could think of was those perfect fingers fucking you. At least your body and mind were in agreement on this one, behaving as inappropriately as possible. 

“Y/N, you messed up my meeting, and now everyone is calling me a pussy.” The knife stilled between his fingers as he spoke.

“Sir, I’m sorry I scheduled your meeting properly, but it just got miscommunicated somehow, and I’m so sorry,” your voice came out in a squeak, and you were fucking scared.

“Did you hear me properly, pretty girl?” That was new. He’d called you a lot of things, but certainly not pretty girl. You nodded, trying to make sense of the nickname. 

“Now, how do I punish you?” He cocked his head to the side like he might be trying to tease you. Except, you knew he used the same line on his victims.

“Sir, it won’t happen again,” you begged.

 “You’re right. It won’t,” he said as he pulled a scarf out of his pocket. You thought it was the same one he used to suffocate those unlucky enough to wind up on his bad side.

“Open your mouth, baby girl,” he demanded. Despite the words, it was a demand. There was no room for negotiation. 

 “Sir, please, I’m so so sorry. never happen again, I swear.” 

His eyes went dark. Not only did you talk back to him, but you defied an order. No one did that, not to him. He took his knife and raised it to your neck. 

Jun slowly trailed the knife down your throat, not breaking your skin, until he reached the top of your shirt. In one clean move, showing a deadly skill, he sliced your shirt open and left you standing there in a black lace bra.

“Do you wear clothes like this so someone can fuck you? Do you know what happens to girls that dress like sluts?” His eyes were on the knife as it trailed down your abdomen as if he didn’t expect any answers. 

“No, Jun, please.” 

He dropped the knife, and his hand went to your throat. The pressure was…actually kind of nice. Well, it would’ve been if you weren’t so scared.

“You are mine. Anyone I hire is my property, so you will do what I say. Speak one more time, and I will kill you, make no mistake. Understood?” You nodded. The rational part of you fought off tears because this man and his reputation were terrifying.

The irrational part of you was turned on, arousal dripping into your panties.

“Open your mouth.” 

You did as he said and tied the scarf tight over your mouth, effectively gagging you. Jun picked up his knife again and sliced your bra open.

“Fuck, Y/N, such pretty little tits. You kept them from me all this time.” He flicked your nipple. You stifled a moan, the irrational winning out. 

Jun smirked, “you can make all the noise you want. Scream if you want. No one will save you. The gag might make it difficult to say much, though.” 

He dropped to his knees and pulled your skirt down. He helped you out of it and groaned at your matching black lace underwear. It was impossible to miss the way your arousal dripped from your cunt onto your thighs. 

Jun grabbed your panties, ripped them, and then slid them off. You barely had a second to consider how counterproductive it was. He stood back up and stripped himself. That sent your mind further into overdrive because you’d seen him shirtless many times, but naked? This would be the first. The second he was bare before you, your eyes went to his penis. It was beautiful–long, hard, and thick. You squirmed in excitement at how it was going to ruin you, how he would ruin you. 

Without a word, Jun grabbed you by your waist and hoisted you onto his shoulders so that he could place you down against his marble table. You were face down, breasts against the cool surface of the marble and hips pressing into the edge. Still dripping in arousal, you had to remind yourself who was standing behind you. This man could kill you just as easily as he could fuck you. You were still considering which way it might go when his hand made sharp contact with your exposed cheek.

“Pretty sluts get this.” 

You trembled and let out a strangled moan. You felt Jun turn you around. Your ass pressed into the table. He removed the scarf around your mouth and kissed you. Despite his demeanour, the kiss was soft and tender as his lips moved against yours. He swiped your lower lip with his tongue, begging for entrance, which you happily granted. He used his tongue to deepen the kiss. 

Suddenly, he pulled away from your mouth and kissed along your jawline, nibbling on your earlobe. His lips moved down to your neck, and he started to suck at the sensitive skin, leaving bite marks as he went. God, your neck would be covered in shades of blue and purple. Not that you cared. 

He moved down to your breasts, flicking his tongue over your nipple. It was a lot of attention as he sucked and gently nibbled each before moving further down your body. By his mouth reached your pussy, you were dripping wet for him. 

Wasting no time, Jun pushed you up, so you were now sitting on the table, the sensation of the cold marble on your bare skin heightening your pleasure. His mouth returned to your cunt, licking into it with quick movements. He flicked his tongue on your clit, then enclosed his lips around it and started to suck. Simultaneously, he put one finger into your cunt and started thrusting. The thrusts only got faster when he saw how immediate your reaction was. His tongue continued moving against your clit as he added another finger. You were going to cum far sooner than you wanted to if he kept this up.

The pace was brutal, and Jun was relentless, not missing a beat as he added another finger. This was so much more than you were used to. Even with the addition of another finger, he kept his tongue working on your clit, alternating between quick flicks and sucking. You wanted to reach out for some sort of support that you knew wasn’t there.

Jun knew you needed support and didn’t care, determined to punish you for your mistake. He wrapped his free arm around your waist, rendering you immobile, and continued the nearly exhausting pace. You found purchase in his hair, the only way to stabilize for even a second. Something finally snapped, and you came hard. You tried to move Jun away from your pussy, it was too sensitive for him to be continuing like he was. 

Except, he showed no mercy. His fingers continued to pump into you, and his face stayed anchored between your legs. It was like he took pleasure in your whimpers as he pushed you even further. He pulled a second orgasm out of you as the screams fell from your lips.  Still, he didn’t relent, continuing to eat you out like you were his favourite meal. You were overstimulated and could feel yourself clenching again another orgasm approaching. When you tried to wriggle free, Jun only gripped your waist harder, pressing you further into the table. 

Finally, he pulled away from your cunt, removing the leg that was draped over his shoulder and wiping his chin unceremoniously. Your whole body was shaking as you tried to breathe deeply enough to recover. It was stupid to think he’d let you do that, though. 

Jun pulled you off the table and turned you back around, once again pushing your body down on the cold marble table. He pushed his cock into you from behind. There wasn’t even time to adjust to his size before he began fucking into you. He knew exactly where to hit, once again setting an impossible pace. You tried to grab the edges of the table and steady yourself as he slammed into you. He fucked you until you hit your fourth orgasm, something you were really enjoying despite the way your body protested the overstimulation. But, fuck did this guy’s stamina go through the roof or something? Before you could process that thought, he turned you around again, so you were lying flat on your back on the table. 

Unsurprisingly, he didn’t give you any time to adjust or catch your breath. Not that you cared, really, you were so blissed out. He pushed his cock inside you, and somehow the pace was even more animalistic as he pounded into your overstimulated body. You let your eyes fall shut, head lolling back, and received a sharp slap against your pussy.

“Look at me when I fuck you, baby,” he demanded. His grip on your waist was so strong that you imagined his fingertips would leave bruises. Your whole body was going to be covered. 

Jun’s breathing got more laboured, and you knew he was finally close. His thrusts became erratic, the final thrust allowing him to release inside of you. Despite his release, he didn’t let you relax as he quickly pushed two fingers inside you. The thrusts caught you off guard, and he curled his fingers to hit you just right each time. You let out a scream as you squirted all over his hands, signalling your fifth orgasm for the night. 

The next morning you woke up wrapped in a soft duvet, not entirely remembering how you had managed to get to the bed. Your entire body was exhausted from the night before, and you thought you could have slept through the rest of the day. Except someone was pressing soft kisses between your shoulder blades. 

“Morning beautiful.” 

You shot up at the sound of Jun’s voice, regretting that decision as your whole body was bruised and battered from the previous night. You tried to clumsily climb out of bed. Jun was quicker, gently grabbing you and pulling you into his arms. 

“I know I went off last night. I lose control when it comes to my work. Sorry that I took it out on you, but you did seem to enjoy it,” Jun explained with a smirk on his handsome face, but you could hear the sincerity in his voice. 

“It’s okay, Sir, I’m sorry, I won’t ever make a mistake again.” you apologised. You were unsure where you stood now, despite the lesson he’d taught you. 

“No, Y/N, you won’t because you don’t work for me anymore.” 

Your eyes filled with tears. Not only did you need the money, but you also enjoyed last night far more than you should have. The thought of not seeing Jun anymore stung. Jun took notice of your reaction and tightened one arm around you, cupping your face with the other. 

“I mean, I don’t want my girlfriend working for me. I know my job isn’t…traditional, but you’ve seen a lot while working for me. I do like you. I guess yesterday. I truly realised how much I care. But if this is too much, you can ignore the offer and keep your job.” 

“Sir, I-“ you started, unsure what to say. 

“It's Jun, sweet girl. I promise I’ll be there for you and protect you,” Jun interrupted, everything about him much softer than you’d seen before. 

“I know it's a little unconventional, considering I fucked the absolute life out of you, but may I please take you on a date? Your final role as my assistant could just be letting me know if I’m free tonight” 

“You are, and it's a date,” you replied, snuggling further into his embrace. His hold was so soft, and you were so content that you drifted back to sleep, hoping this hadn’t all been a dream.

[catharsis-in-darkness]

Family Affairs: Chapter 2

Authors Note: Things are looking up y'all! Unbeta'd per usual.

Pairing: Vinny Mauro x Reader

CW: Fluff, Implied smut, smut?? 18+ (kinda??), Pregnancy, slight angst

Word count: 1,224

Divider: @cafekitsune

Tags: @tearfallpixie @jilliemiw86 @vinyardmauro @malerieee

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“Holy shit.” Vinny muttered next to me, out of breath. I rolled over looking at his disheveled figure. A light sheen of sweat covered his body as his chest rose and fell rapidly. His neck and cheeks were blotched with red. My own body was shaking slightly, still coming down from my high. Vinny moved closer, throwing an arm over me. 

“You okay, my love?” He murmured. Our legs entangled as I ran my hand up and down his arm. “Besides the fact that I feel like I just got my soul sucked out of my body, I’m doing amazing, baby.” I chuckled, slowly feeling his orgasm leaking out of me. I shuddered in discomfort. 

“Let me go get a towel.” He slowly made his way into our en suite bathroom, wetting a rag for me. He rolled me over before spreading my legs gently. I felt a finger trail down my thigh, getting closer and closer to my mound. I let out a hiss at the sensitivity as his finger scooped some of his release up and pushed it back into me. His head snapped up to meet mine.

“Can’t let any of this go to waste can we?” Vin gave me the toothiest grin he could muster. 

“Oh my god! Don’t make it nasty, Vin!” Grabbing a pillow from behind me, I hit him hard enough to feel it. 

“You didn’t think it was nasty when I-” I hit him again. 

“STOP!!” My eyes were now watering with laughter. 

“Don’t be embarrassed mama, it’s just us here.” Vinny cooed at me. I glared at him before nudging him to finally clean me up.

“When are the guys getting here?” I asked as we finally divulged into our now cold breakfast. 

“They should be here in like 30, I think.” Vin stated, swallowing his food. After our rendezvous this morning we showered and got dressed, but not before we went for round 2 in the shower. 

“Let me put pants on then.” I put my plate into the sink then washed my hands. Vinny came up behind me, yet again. One of his hands circled my waist, before pulling his shirt up that I was wearing. His finger slipped into the band of my panties slowly. 

“Round 3?” He asked me. Even though I couldn’t see him, I could hear the smirk evident in his voice. I turned around palming his bulge. I looked into his eyes as I bit my lip. Leaning in towards his ear, I whispered to him. 

“You’re not even packed yet doofus.” I pulled my hand away quickly, bursting into laughter. He glared at me, while I fell to the floor laughing. 

“You’re so mean.” He feigned sadness. He turned away from me with a pout on his face. I got up, giving him a peck on the cheek, walking out the kitchen past him. 

“If you finish packing before the guys get here, we can.” I taunted him, running into our bedroom. I heard his hurried footsteps after me soon after. 

“I’m going to miss you so much baby.” I sighed; my arms wrapped around Vinny tightly. My eyes started watering. I buried my head into his chest so he wouldn’t see me cry. 

“Hey, look at me mama.” I sniffled as he pulled my face up to look at him. 

“I’ll be back before you know it, and then we can have all the time in the world to make mini Vincenzos.” He lit up at the mention of his mini me’s. I nodded, my vision still blurry from my tears. He wiped them away for me, kissing both of my cheeks. 

I hated how lonely I felt, and he wasn’t even gone yet. I’ve never been an out-going person, so when Vin left I never really had much to do. It was stupid, I try not to over bear him when he’s gone, but sometimes I can’t help it. After 3 years of dealing with this, I have gotten better at it. Regardless of that though, I still feel alone at times. 

“Make sure you go and visit Logan while I’m gone.” I nodded yet again. Finally mustering the courage I kissed him. 

“I love you so so so much baby, be safe, have fun, no drugs or hookers please!” I added in the last line knowing Vinny would never do that to me. My spirit lifted a little higher when we opened the door to see the boys waiting for him. Rick let out a whistle.

“Rick! Leave my wife alone!” Vinny yelled, flipping him off. 

“Hey! She’s not Mrs. Mauro just yet.” Rick shrugged. 

I gave everyone hugs and told them all to have fun. Giving Vinny one last kiss, I made my way back to the porch.

“Keep my Vincenzo safe!” I called before they all got in the car. 

“Anything for you Mrs. Mauro!” Rick winked at me, getting a slap to the back of the head from Vinny. I laughed at their antics as they pulled away. My smile faded, and I went back into our now empty house. I sighed, starting to clean up the breakfast we never put away. 

1 Month Later

“I miss you so much, mama” Vin told me over the phone while I made dinner. 

“Me too my love, only 2 months left though!” I remained happy. 

“What’s got you in such a good mood today, love?” He was surprised at my tone. I bit my lip to suppress myself from telling him.

“I don't know, I’m just in a good mood. I went and saw Logan today, I talked to him about how I’ve been feeling, and I think things are starting to look up!” I rambled. It was true, I went to Logan’s gravesite and told him the news. 

“Okay it’s just a pregnancy test, nothing scary right?” I whispered to myself. “You wanted this, remember?” I stared at the test on the sink. From the kitchen, I heard my timer of 3 minutes going off on my phone. 

“Here goes nothing.” I slowly grabbed the test and flipped it to face me. I looked at myself in the mirror, taking a deep breath. 

Positive. 

I let out a gasp of excitement, the tears flooding my eyes before I could stop them. I need to tell Vin! I ran to my phone, but stopped before I pressed on Vinny’s contact button. I instead called Chris. He answered after a few rings. 

“Hey bean, what’s up?” He asked, sounding concerned. 

“Can you help me surprise Vin?” I asked excitedly. Chris helped me set up a flight and promised to keep it a secret from everyone. I was leaving tomorrow at noon and Chris said he’d pick me up from the airport. I was beyond ecstatic. I couldn’t believe after one try; we were pregnant!

“Baby we just got called for soundcheck, I’ll call you later, okay?” Vinny told me, snapping me back to reality. 

“Okay my love, I have a doctor's appointment in the morning so I’ll be asleep early tonight.” I shrugged, forgetting he can’t see me. 

“Doctor’s appointment?? For what??” He asked, his tone laced with worry. 

“It’s just my yearly checkup baby, nothing bad.” I calmed him. We said our goodbyes and with that I ate my dinner and went to bed. 

[ch0wen]

If you're still taking requests I loooovvveddddd the possessive Tangerine getting in the bar fight if you could do something like that or a continuation of that!!

A/N: Thaaaank you for the love, Meg!!! :) This popped into my head first thing when brainstorming for jealous Tangerine. I'm sorry if it's not quite what you were hoping for but hopefully, it's a fun read...

Tempting the Target | Tangerine x fem!reader

warnings: mention of sexual content, violence, and cursing

You feel the heat. It’s boring through the back of your head. Spreading across the side of your face. Pinking your cheeks. Your skin is getting hotter and hotter. How can one person create this much of a reaction without even touching you?

Maybe because the source of the heatwave is your very attractive and very overprotective partner, Tangerine. You can feel his silent rage but don't want to risk looking over at him to confirm. It's safe to assume his handsome face is scrunched up in irritation because you’re currently flirting with a man named Paul.

"A little green-eyed monster is creeping out," Lemon sing-songs while flipping through his magazine. The Twins are a few rows down out of Paul's sight. Lemon with his back to you and Tangerine opposite to monitor.

Tangerine swipes at his nose causing his brother to guffaw.

“Not a bogey, you git! You're jealous. And that don't make much sense, since you’re the one who suggested she’d be the decoy.”

Tangerine glares at Lemon, “do not put this on me. She was begging to help out and your incessant encouragement that she'd be ‘proper amazing’ or ‘really time you put some trust in her, Tan,’ didn't help at all."

“That’s not what I sound like, right?”

Tangerine’s glare was enough of an answer for Lemon.

“Fuck you. Alls I know is she is doing a good job keeping him distracted and occupied. You’re just possessive as shit.”

Paul, the target, is playfully toying at your ankle which was previously stroking against his calf. You take it as a sign to get closer. He determines your next move before you can by grabbing your hips to tug you forward to straddle his lap. Tangerine is blowing a long expel of air out of his nose while he watches. Fortunately, the noise of frustration is only heard by Lemon. Who pauses his newly begun story to snicker at his brother’s annoyance.

“You’re not listening.”

“Haven’t you said that’s one of my faults?” he grits out.

“Oh! So you do listen?”

One checkpoint in this mission was to figure out how to stun Paul without killing him. The Twins were hired to locate this man and bring him back to Vincenzo, a stereotypical Italian Mafia boss. Apparently, Paul worked alongside him before going AWOL and owes him a lot of money and knows too much. The Twins really dumbed down the explanation of this operation to you while driving to the station. All you knew was that you got a chance to help out your boyfriend and his brother. They’re finally letting you into their world. And it felt amazing.

But their most important focus, since letting you tag along, was that they wanted you to stay safe. So, your task was to seduce Paul into thinking he’s about to have a quick fuck in the train bathroom. Only to be met with one of the Twins who will stun him, out of the public eye, and haul his unconscious body off the train once arriving at Cinque Terre, where they’ll meet with Vincenzo’s goons.

But that was with the impression that you could just use your charm to lure Paul to the bathroom. They underestimated just how shamelessly horny this guy could be. He knows there are at least two other people in this train car with him but here he is sneaking his hands up your dress.

Tangerine's eyes never left you. He was watching. Monitoring. While it was torture to see you get groped by this scumbag, he knew it was all a part of the plan. But the idea of Paul actually believing he could get lucky with you makes his hands grip the armrests even tighter. They’re meant to let this play out but this feels wrong, and he’d be damned if the guy’s fingers creep any further up your leg.

You mask any indication that you’re uncomfortable with Paul’s hands all over you by nervously laughing. To men that just sounds like flirtatious giggles. Good cover. He buries his face into your neck, the way Tangerine does to breathe you in in the mornings when he grants himself a few extra lazy moments to stay in bed. To ignore the disgust in the pit of your stomach, risk ruining the plan, and disappoint the Twins, you’re putting yourself in this recent memory of Tangerine grabbing for you after work. His hands transform into Tan’s, which are now gripping too harshly at your hips. 'His' newly shaved face rubbing against your sensitive skin. 'His' dick pressing against you…-

okay, that’s enough!

He is not Tangerine. You’re realizing you’re truly in over your head thinking you could disconnect enough to assist them in a mission.

From the angle you’re perched on Paul’s lap, you can see over his seat. You steal a glance towards the Twins. Tangerine’s eyes immediately find yours. They were empty. You can’t react fast enough to send him any sign of reassurance. But his look was a confirmation that you needed to stop whatever this was. You pull back to stare down at Paul. Forcing a smile. Hands caress his chest as you climb off of him.

You fake a seductive look before sauntering down the aisle toward the restroom. Your fingers dance over Tangerine's arm as you pass as a form of comfort. It's assumed Paul was too focused on your departure to notice the secret interaction. But Tangerine doesn't miss the way Paul's eyes are glued to your ass, with your dress partially hiked in the back.

"Fuck the plan," he seethes.

He’s up. Slamming Paul's head into the window. Lemon is incoherently scolding Tangerine while lunging out of his seat after him. You freeze in your tracks at the sound of commotion. Once you spin around you’re greeted with Tangerine’s blind frenzy.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Your words fall on deaf ears. Tangerine’s fist pounds into Paul’s lip. It’s evident that the initial blow to the window knocked him out immediately. The guy’s limp body shook with Tangerine's beating. His strong thighs pinned him to the ground. Each collision to his face spits out blood that was pooling in his mouth. Some of it splattered on Lemon’s sleeve during his efforts to stop his raging brother.

“Oh, come on. You got blood on me, you twat.”

“Tan, stop it! Lemon. People could come through at any second. Please do something.”

As Tangerine revs his arm back for another swing, Lemon grabs it to harshly stop him. Pinning it down tight against his back. Tangerine squirms to break out of his hold. But Lemon smacks him upside the head in what only can be described as a brotherly fashion.

Tangerine is panting. Paul lays unmoving underneath him. His chest still rising and falling. The only telltale sign that Tangerine didn't kill him.

"I guess I'm on clean-up duty," Lemon huffs as he shoves Tangerine out of the way.

____

You're all sat in silence. Tangerine next to you; face stoic but thigh bouncing through the remaining adrenaline. In the aftermath, he was a second away from dragging you off to the bathroom to rid himself faster of this chemical imbalance. But Lemon was grumbling insults as he tidied up, and Tangerine wanted to avoid the chances of a full-on scolding from Lemon for sneaking off to fuck after wreaking havoc. Your hand rests on his leg; slowing it to a stop.

Lemon is sitting opposite you, next to Paul. His hands are bound with a phone charger below the table to avoid suspicion from a passerby.

“This definitely was one way to subdue the target.”

As he directs that comment toward Tangerine, he places an angry-looking cartoon train on Paul's forehead. The blood on his face makes his skin tacky and the sticker loses its adhesive. Causing it to slowly slide down the bridge of his nose, almost like a real train disembarking out of a station down some winding tracks.

"But it was a bit of an overkill."

"Lem. I'll shove that sticker book so far down your fucking throat."

[tearfallpixie]

Make Mama Happy - Chapter 3

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I pouted in the back seat while simultaneously glaring at the driver of the vehicle. Heather had convinced me with her stupid puppy dog eyes to tag along to Vinny's place with her and Rick to watch a movie. I didn't know how I would survive tonight, but at least it was just the four of us instead of a party.

"Oh, come on. It won't be so bad. I promise, Chole," Heather tried to appease me. Ricky had apologized for what he said, and I could tell he was sincere, so I forgave him, but it didn't make us buddies.

"One night. And then never again," I declared, crossing my arms and resigning myself to the impending social gathering. I didn't share with Heather the information about seeing Vinny at the winery, so as far as she was aware, the last time I had seen him was at the party.

We all walked up to Vinny's door, which he opened before we stepped onto the porch. The atmosphere felt tense, and I couldn't shake the feeling that this movie night might not be as uneventful as Heather hoped.

"Hey guys, come on in," Vinny greeted us, his gaze lingering on me before turning his attention to the group. We walked in, and I couldn't help but feel the weight of his scrutiny as we settled on the couch. Ricky and Heather claimed one side, leaving only two spots available, forcing me to sit next to the drummer.

Vinny had chosen an action movie that Heather and Rick had shown interest in, and I found it mildly intriguing. I decided to tag along because it had only recently been released, and I hadn't had a chance to watch it yet. As we settled in, I tried to focus on the movie, but the tension in the room was palpable. I could tell that we were all tense, expecting someone to pop off at any moment.

"Do any of you want popcorn?" Vinny asked, pausing the movie. We were only about 20 minutes into it and had forgotten to consider the snacks beforehand.

"Oh, that sounds delicious! Please?" Heather cheered. Vinny stood and padded to the kitchen quietly.

"Oh, I need something to drink. Anyone else?" I asked, taking the opportunity to escape the tense atmosphere on the couch. Once I took their orders, I followed the drummer into the kitchen. "Just need to get some drinks," I mumbled.

I reached into the fridge and pulled out two water bottles and a Sprite before turning to Vinny. "Do you want me to grab one for you since you'll have your hands full with the popcorn?"

"Sure," he said after a moment of silence. "A Sprite is fine. Thank you." I nodded, sensing the awkwardness but choosing to maintain a level of courtesy. There was the sound of the door opening, prompting us to perk up. Vinny grabbed the bowl and stepped back into the living room to see an older woman standing there holding a comically large box. "Mama? What are you doing here?"

"Well, I forgot to bring over that statue you asked for last week. So I thought I would stop by on my way home today. Hello, Richard and Heather. It's always good to see you," she greeted warmly.

I exchanged a surprised glance with Heather and Rick, Vinny’s mum’s arrival seemed to catch everyone off guard, and I couldn't help but glance over at Vinny. He had a guarded expression on his face so I couldn't tell what he was feeling.

"Hello, Mama Mauro. Looking beautiful as always," Rick flirted, earning an eye roll from me as I went over to set the drinks on the table. Vinny followed me, setting the popcorn down too.

"I don't believe we have had the pleasure of meeting yet," Mrs. Mauro said, holding out her hand. I shook it, introducing myself. 

"I'm Nichole."

"Kyle said my Vincenzo had a girlfriend. I didn't know you would be so pretty," she remarked, casting a discerning eye over me. I glanced at Vinny in alarm, a sentiment mirrored in his expression, but there was an underlying look of pleading in his eyes.

"I wasn't aware that Kyle had said anything," Vinny spoke up, wavering a bit.

"You flatter me, Mrs. Mauro," I mumbled, attempting to maintain a bashful tone. I felt Vinny move into my space, a hand touching the small of my back. Glancing at Ricky and Heather, who looked confused, I silently pleaded for them to keep their mouths shut.

"I'm sorry I didn't introduce her sooner, Mama. We just wanted to make sure it would work before we told anyone," Vinny explained, a hint of unease in his voice.

"How did you two meet?" Mrs. Mauro pressed, her curiosity evident.

"He came by my winery a few weeks ago for a tasting with Kyle. We started talking then and just never stopped," I smoothly replied, sticking to the fabricated story.

"How sweet. You know, Vincenzo used to be such a play—"

"Mum, let me take that from you," Vinny cut her off, stepping forward and taking the box from her. "I will see you at family dinner this weekend." His interruption distracted her from her thoughts and I couldn't be more grateful.

"Of course, baby. Nichole, you must come. I insist. I won't take no for an answer," Mrs. Mauro demanded, her determination clear.

"Mum, I'm sure she has her own plans," Vinny tried to interject.

"Nonsense. She's family now. I'm sure she can arrange her schedule," she insisted. Vinny looked at me for help, but I couldn't come up with a convincing excuse.

"I don't mind," I conceded, realizing that it might be the path of least resistance.

"Wonderful! I will see you both Saturday," Mrs. Mauro declared, bustling out of the house and leaving all of us in stunned silence.

"What the fuck just happened?" Ricky asked, his confusion mirroring my own.

"Well, it seems as if Nichole and Vinny started dating, and we weren't aware," Heather giggled, seemingly entertained by the unexpected turn of events.

"No. I still hate her. But my brother fucked me over, and if I don't do this, my mum will start setting me up on blind dates," Vinny muttered, stepping away from me quickly, making it clear that this was nothing more than a charade to appease his mother. I couldn't help but feel a mixture of surprise, confusion, and a hint of amusement at the absurdity of the events.

"Well, you're in for it now, so you better start playing nice," Ricky teased, adding a touch of humor to the situation. Vinny and I took our places on the couch again, both of us lost in thought about the impending friday dinner.

"Do my eyes deceive me, or is Ricky Olson being nice to my best friend?" Heather snickered, noticing the change in Ricky's demeanor.

"I'm just here to watch her fail," the guitarist shrugged, maintaining a facade of indifference. His girlfriend swatted his chest and scowled, signaling a playful reprimand.

"I only just forgave you. Don't be stupid," Heather scolded Ricky before turning back to us. "You two need to practice before you go on Saturday. You will need to actually look like a couple." Both Vinny and I exchanged glances, our reluctance evident. Neither of us wanted to pretend, but we also didn't have a choice now.

"I'm sure we can fake it well enough," Vinny protested. "Only need to stay together for a little while. Then we can break up and forget about each other."

"You can't do that to Mama Mauro. You'll have to be together for a few months at least. Now cuddle. I want to see how you two look together," Heather insisted, determined to make her point. I knew she was right, but I didn't want to get closer to the drummer than necessary. Glancing at him, he shrugged, equally annoyed. I scooted closer to him, and he reached around me to drop his arm across my shoulders.

"God, you two are so stiff," Richard spoke up, expressing his discomfort with the situation. "I don't like this, but I'm going to help you two out. Look at each other and try to relax." As I sat there, curled awkwardly in the drummer's arms, I glanced up at him to see his hazel eyes staring back down at me. Initially filled with curiosity at the request of the guitarist, his gaze softened to something almost kind as we held eye contact. I felt his arm grow heavy on my shoulder, and surprisingly, I found myself relaxing into his side.

"That's a little better. Now kiss," Richard suggested, adding a touch of mockery to the situation. Our eyes snapped over to him, anger filling my bones as he made light of the entire predicament. 

"Like hell!" I snapped in response to Ricky's suggestion.

"You'll have to eventually. Might as well get the first awkward one out of the way so you are used to it later," Ricky shrugged, seemingly unperturbed by my resistance. I looked back up at the drummer, and although he looked unhappy, both of us knew that he was right. He sighed, leaning down to peck my lips.

"No, stupid. Kiss her properly," Ricky insisted, pushing for a more convincing display. The tension in the room increased as I hesitated, grappling with the discomfort of the situation.

"Make it deep, sweet, soul-stealing," Heather ordered.

"Oh, come on! We will never have to kiss in front of his parents. It's not that big of a deal," I protested, trying to reason with them. However, neither of the others would have it. I glared at them hard until a hand took my chin and turned me to face Vinny.

His lips met mine again in a longer kiss this time, one that truly took my breath away. His lips were soft, and they tasted of movie theater butter from the popcorn we had in front of us. He must have snuck some before we left the kitchen. As his lips moved against mine, we both relaxed further into each other, and his arms found their way around my waist. He pulled me into him for a moment before letting go and pulling away.

"Now that's more like it," Heather declared, seemingly satisfied with the performance. I snapped away from his gaze and looked at my best friend. 

"Are we good?" I asked, breaking the silence that hung in the room.

"I think that's passable," Richard shrugged, offering a smirk. I scoffed and stood up.

"Cool. Enjoy the rest of your movie. Vinny, I guess I'll see you Saturday," I announced, ready to make my exit. I grabbed my jacket and headed toward the door when a hand grabbed my arm, turning me back around. Vinny was standing there, staring down at me, appearing like he wanted to say something.

"Yes?" I prompted.

"I- just- thank you. I'm sorry I dragged you into this," he mumbled, a hint of sincerity in his voice.

"It's whatever. I'll keep up appearances as long as you need me. I should go," I replied, deciding to keep my response casual. I exited the house, dropping into a squatting position on the porch for a few minutes to take a deep breath. I could handle this. It was going to be fine.

[faceless-mirror]

In a world where vampires are actively trying to fit in with humans, coexist safely and help each other, Vinny and his ESV(Emotional Support Vampire), Ricky, are getting to know each other and learning more and more. Adapting to the life in the contract they both signed, and are living with. As they do they border the line between Friends.... and Lovers.

Tags: @cookiesupplier @phxntxsmicgoricxl

Chapter 1: A Desperate Plea

Vinny was hot. Overheating but he needed to wear his hoodies. Ever since the accident he was in… the one that took the life of his best friend… He couldn’t manage his anxiety without it. His hair was a mess, and here he was in public. The ride here had been awful. He kept to the back streets, and keeping a bit below the speed limit. He rubbed his face. He was so exhausted. He was finally being assigned an ESV. It had taken so long to get to this point. Months of waiting to hear about emotional vampires that were available and looking to help. Apparently, one had just refreshed their application and it was a match.

When his name was called he stood up quickly rushing to the door, following the therapist he knew so well by now. “Is- is there anything i should know-?” he asked following her closely with wide eyes as he tripped up a bit in surprise when she shook her head. “Let’s get you into the room and meeting him. He’s worked with us for years his last contract ended rather poorly but that’s because of differences. You’re also looking for a job correct?” “Well yes- but I don’t see how that’s relevant-” Vinny insisted as she opened the door ushering him in, his eyes still focused on her as he slipped in. As soon as he was in he sat down and looked up.

His eyes widened seeing Ricky Olson- leaned back in a chair, ankle crossed over his knee dressed in leather and a t-shirt, tight black jeans- He wasn’t dwelling on that right now. His hair was draped over his shoulder as he smiled at the anxiety ridden mess of a man. “You must be Vincenzo.” he said simply, standing gracefully and held out a hand. “Richard Olson- You can call me Ricky.” His voice was like butter, warm and soaked in easing his tension as he shook his hand. Vinny was suddenly and sharply aware  that he himself looked like he crawled out of a gutter. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Ye…yeah. Like….likewise-” he got out almost choking on his tongue as he swallowed his anxiety trying to instinctively shove it down.

“Mind if I help?” the guitarist asked still holding his hand. “Just to help.”

Vinny merely nodded and gasped at the relief of his anxiety as Ricky’s grey blue eyes turned a vibrant ocean blue as he drank down some of his anxiety. His breathing steadied out as he looked at him in relief. Like a gothic angel coming to grace his life so fully.

“Thanks.” He whispered weakly, as he sat back as Ricky sat back down.

“Now that the introductions have been made… Ricky, you already had a chance to glance over Vinny’s history, censored of course. Your band is currently looking for a drummer, correct?”  she asked, pulling out the contract. 

“Yes we are. We’re looking for a drummer since my last contract left the band. I saw some of Vinny’s drumming videos that were submitted as well. I’ve talked to our vocalist and he’s fine with giving Vinny a chance.”

Normally his head would be swimming with violent anxiety, choking him and his thoughts fully out to the point he couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t see. 

Yet here he was functioning. Fully. 

“If Vinny would like to take it at least.”

Vinny took a deep breath, nodding. “Yeah. I can… I can do it.” he announced making his therapist raise her brow but smiled handing over the contracts. 

“This is a temporary contract showing that you, Ricky, will only take the amount of anxiety and stress needed to keep Vinny healthy and any other emotions that may cause him harm like Depression, sorrow and anger. However, in the event you cannot you are also willing to do what’s needed to help support him through those emotions. Vinny. Your contract is explaining you will work with Motionless in White temporarily until you are either officially offered the position and that you will not disclose the fact Richard Olson is an emotional vampire unless he deems it okay.” she explained going more indepth and answering questions as they both read through.

Vinny signed first, understanding all the details faster considering his contract was shorter, breathing a sigh of relief. Green brown eyes shifted to look over the vampire who was reading everything, noting down all Vinny’s tells. He’s done this before, so many times it seems. 

He knew Motionless In White. He loved them. Practiced to them alot. He would have never guessed that Ricky was an ESV. He watched as Ricky signed the documents and handed them back.

“All right. I will go get these filed. You guys are good to go. You should both probably get to know each other.” She commented with a warm smile, seeming to know that Vinny and Ricky were going to end up closer than what they intended. That’s what happened with Ricky and Chris. Who knew how long it would go this time…

Vinny stood up running his fingers through his long curls, swallowing, “...do… you wanna go get coffee?” 

Ricky chuckled, “Sure. I’m buying. But let’s get to your place and get you in shape before you meet the guys.”

The guys.

Right. Job. He was getting a job and an ESV. 

[author-a-holmes]

10 Fandoms, 10 Characters

Thank you for the tag @morby

No rules attached to this one so I guess, just go for my faves (Without duplicating a fandom)... I feel like this is going to highlight at least one of my "types" but I guess I've outed myself on that front before rofl.

Tagging forward, with no pressure, to; @faelanvance, @cwritesfiction, @theunboundwriter, @arigalefantasynovels, @acertainmoshke, @avrablake, @ashen-crest, @sleepyowlwrites, @tisiphonewolfe, and anyone else who wants to play! <3

So, without further ado, my Favorite Characters in some of my favourite fandoms, in NO SPECIFIC ORDER...

One

Fandom; Doctor Who. Character; Doctor Who, Tenth Incarnation

David Tennant's run as The Doctor was my favourite. It was a magical combination of a phenomenal actor, a brilliant "companion", and A+ writing team, but it made me fall in love with the character as a whole. Smart, Intellligent, Alien, but also Vulnerable, and ineffably Human.

Two

Fandom; Marvel Cinematic Universe. Character; Tony Stark

And I do mean "Tony Stark", not "Iron Man". Don't get me wrong, Iron Man is cool, and is definitely my favourite Avenger, but it's because it's Tony Stark inside the suit. It's the intelligence of the character that, again, captivates me and as a writer I see so much potential there. If I wasn't so busy with my own writing projects I'd be very tempted to jump back into fandom again just to have a play with Tony Stark's possibilities.

Three

Fandom; Sherlock Holmes. Character; Sherlock

This one had to make the list considering my pen name! I've loved many of the Holmes adaptions, and but there's something specifically about Benedict Cumberbatch's Holmes where you can just see that brilliant mind ticking away behind his eyes.

Four

Fandom; The Mentalist Character; Patrick Jane

I thought the whole Mentalist story was phenomenal, and the backstory for the character of Patrick Jane, genuis. I also love how much Jane is aware that usually he's the smartest person in the room, but is also painfully aware when he's not.

Five

Fandom; Vincenzo Character; Vincenzo Cassano aka Park Joo-hyung

This is a newer addition to my list, and I've only seen the series once so my memory may be a little shaky, but this was another highly intelligent character. A little vicious, a little violent, but at heart also a good person, and I fell a little in love with the character every episode.

And now, let me pivot into my second "type"...

Six

Fandom; Lord of the Rings Character; Strider aka Aragorn son of Arathorn

The OG Fandom Fave, Lord of the Rings got me into fanfiction. I began my online writing career by writing a "10th Walker" fanfiction that never saw the light of day, because I've always found Arwen's character very frustrating. Then the films were released, and the rest is history. But give me Strider over the polished King Aragorn any day!

Seven

Fandom; Shadow and Bone (Netflix) Character; General Aleksander Kirigan aka The Darkling aka Aleksander Morozova

This one is a little more specific because I haven't read the books, so I have ZERO idea how accurate the series is to the original material, but Ben Barnes, specifically, as the Darkling is all my favourite things mixed up into one character. Smart, Intelligent, Damaged, Rough around the edges, In dire need of saving from himself. He's got it all.

Eight

Fandom; The 100 Character; Prince Roan of Azgeda

Another character that I feel had wasted potential! I think they could have done so much MORE with this character but, much like Shadow and Bone, I've not read the books! So it's possible Prince Roan had a bigger, better, for fulfilling part there than the TV Series.

Nine

Fandom; The Witcher Character; Geralt of Rivia

Look. I've loved Geralt forever. I loved him in the CDProjecktRed games. I bought the books, and loved him there, and then Henry Cavill went and made the 100% hands down perfect Geralt on screen. What more can I say?

Ten

Fandom; The Vampire Diaries/The Originals Character; Klaus Mikaelson

Is there a better example of a morally grey character? Not one I've found, to be honest. Klaus has a freaking tragic backstory, and it's completely twisted his worldview. Does he need a good smack upside he head to teach him that his methods are fucked? Absolutely. Does that make me love him any less? Absolutely not!

[gillianthecat]

I'm having the horrible feeling that I'm losing interest in BL 😭 Or at the very least I need to add some non-BL variety to my watch list so that the BL shows I am watching will hold my attention. I'm enjoying Between Us and The New Employee but not with the same intensity as before and I feel like I have nothing to say about them.

I've glancingly seen your posts for Reborn Rich. If you have the spoons, can you share what liked about it, or if you've talked about it elsewhere, link to the post? ❤️

Me too 😕 I am also worried I'm losing interest in BL. The only shows I'm managing to keep up with are two I'm not feeling that invested in: Candy Color Paradox (which I don't think is very good but first I was pulled to figure out why, and now I'm just watching for Izuka Kenta) and The New Employee (which I like a lot but mostly it feels more like an intellectual appreciation rather than an emotional connection). Probably this pulling back is overall a good thing for my life, as I'm going back to school and need to focus on the real world. But it makes me sad—I don't want my love for BL to be a brief thing that comes and goes in 6 months, I want to keep it a part of my life. In part because I like it, but also because of the community I've found here, with people like you.

Hopefully for both of us this is just a temporary thing and we will regain our interest in BL shows. I know for me part of what's going on is it's hard for me to watch a show now without wanting to write about it, and that's simply unsustainable with the number of shows I want to watch (or at least want to want to watch), and I need to figure out a new approach. It only worked before because that was literally all I was doing with my time most days. And that's not actually how I want to spend my life, once I emerge from that bubble of avoiding the real world.

So I need to find a way to just watch shows without it feeling like an obligation, just for fun. That's part of the reason I've been watching more non-BL, I don't feel the need to talk about them in the same way. Although honestly I've also been struggling to focus there too, so a lot of it's not about BL, just my attention span at the moment. The only two shows I've recently watched straight through, completely absorbed, were the Korean revenge drama The Glory, and the 2018 Japanese BL The Novelist.

So to answer your original question, I'm liking Reborn Rich, but not captivated by it. I'm on the fourth episode, and I'm largely continuing at this point because I want to figure out what the show is trying to say, if anything about money/wealth/chaebols/recent S. Korean history. And because I like watching Song Joong-ki onscreen (the other show that I've been intermittently watching is Vincenzo). But it's very well done, and expensive looking, and the story is intriguing. This is another one that I went into without seeing the trailer or anything; I watched the first episode the week it came out, last fall, then for some reason (probably saw a post on here) decided to pick it up again. So I'm not quite sure where the story is going, which makes it interesting for me.

I was going to write more detailed thoughts, but in support of me being a responsible student and having a life outside of drama series, I should really go to bed. Whatever I have written should be under my reborn rich tag, but I think it may just be the one post.

It's always wonderful to hear from you 😘 Let's keep talking on here regardless of the role BL has in our lives.

[cybervesna]

Gush About Your OC

Thank you for tagging me @vforviktor  ❤️ I’m so sorry for Maikuro past and emotional problems, I hope settles down around Vik and Misty so they can become her friends (and Vik something more)  ❤️ Dropping here instead of @cyberspacerunner since it’s my Vesnaverse encyclopedia   📚  Rules:

🖤 Post 5 Facts about your OC

🖤 Open the latest section of #cyberpunk 2077 tag and reblog 5 posts of people you don’t follow, giving them nice tags.

🖤 Tag 5 People to spread the game.

I choose for this my usually neglected Wiosna  🖤 (Not a V)

🖤 Her parents (both astronomers and astrophysicists) used to be in charge of Arasaka’s space program “Athena”, where Athena is a nickname they called her when she turned out to be a “gifted” kid. That was no longer the case when they died tragically in an accident on launch from Earth when she was around 20yo. However, Wiosna doesn’t know her parents were engramed.  🖤 She wears only monochrome B&W with silver accents. At first it’s just her choice of fashion as a goth girl, but it actually has a seacond meaning. I’m sucker for symbolism, especially with colors. Wiosna at some point becomes Hanako’s protégé, and Hanako’s symbolic colors are white and gold, the opposites to Wiosna’s black and silver, where silver on top of that is a secondary color to gold (as 1st place always claims gold). I used this symbolism to show how different they are (black vs white) and that Wiosna, with her skill will always be under Hanako (silver under gold). Regardless of that, she’s still one of the best in the net.  🖤 Wiosna is Polish and born in Poland, however her mother is Hāfu of Polish descent (Polish-Japanese). Despite Poland being pretty shitty place to live, and her parents actually living in Japan, they decided it would be best for her safety to stay there. She was raised by her grandparents in Poland, while still strongly persuading culture of both of her herritages. Although, her favorites parts of the year were annual 2 month holidays in Tokyo, since Japan over all was a better place to live.  🖤 Before she ended up under Hanako’s wing, and after she was kicked off Arasaka for association with Jenkins wo was her fiancé in 2076, she used to be underground netrunner at the Afterlife claiming new name SPR1NG (Wiosna means spring in Polish but in America she was known as Vesna). While her actual net persona is named ATH3N4. During that time she crossed her paths with Vincenzo Giovanna (my V), but only on the level of being in the same place, at the same time. At some point Rogue told her she remind her of Spider Murphy, but born in corporation, not the streets of Night City.  🖤 The reason why Wiosna ended under Hanako’s wing is that at after being kicked from Arasaka, all her parents’ forture was seized from her and she was looking for a way to get the access back. While breaching Arasaka’s ICE she ended up near Mikoshi fortress, something only AI Alt was able to achive before. It led to her being in the wrong place, at the wrong time, as it was time when Hanako sought Saburo’s (engram) “council” and alerted by intrusion, she herself dived to deal with the threat (Wiosna). Wiosna’s survivor was a true miracle, and she lost functionality in half of her body because of it. But for Hanako it was a proof of her great potential, so she tracked her down in real life and offered a job by her side, with apology bonus by paying for her body upgrade to the best tech. Also Wiosna’s new arm was meant to resemble Hanako’s. Tagging: @vronism @cybercaffie @sidver @siliconpit​ @wolv2077​ @zinkleberg​ 

[eviltiddyproductions]

Vincenzo : Episode 2

On the list of media with the most unserious ways to use Italian should be Vincenzo 🤣 and my little chef si si si 👍

Not the little girl pinky promise as one dangles from the window ?!!!

His upper body strength goes crazy

My man Vince has 0 eye bags and I need the skin care and concealer rn

Zero personal boundaries always makes me yell kiss regardless of situation like why are your noses that close !!! Kiss 💋

lmao cutie

my dancing queen is a lawyer! slay

help why is this man talking like a villain already😂😂😂 the pauses he’s taking and the tone is funny

show me a perfect garden and I’ll dig up dirt 🥕 tell ‘em sister!

Okay that took a very dark turn suddenly I have to side eye sister

honestly I don’t see anyone leaving the gold lol. human 101 people just refuse to part with gold for some reason

they killed everybody ??? 😭

the dramatic ass screaming and ( Italian ?) loud violins in the background always sends me

no one knocks in this show 💀

he looks very good in this lighting but do not trust him dad lawyer! don’t want to see you heart broken 😔

‘sorry sunbae’ 😂

I ADORE how dramatic she is. she’s just like me fr 😭

Vincenzo Quasano. Quaso. 🥐🥐🥐

She is so pretty 😭

the restaurant owner is giving real sass 😂

the tteokbokki on his suit 😭

dancing lawyer queenie is terrifying but yeah! fight your terrible co workers

a hockey puck to the stomach, I would’ve actually died instantly

this is actually insane. I will fight this CEO with my bare hands 😭 he’s going to break his back

someone protect lawyer dad and his daughter m

I know he’s making the worst food but I really do love the chef. Look at his mittens !!! it’s another little chef puppet

how is my man running a kitchen like that 😭

strong arming someone is bad but when you threaten someone’s family and kidnap them, maybe don’t squirm with a firm shoulder hold 😍

lmao the good lawyer dad getting happy sends 😭

the firm owner’s voice is so good. like he’s so full of excitement lmaooo.

honestly she gave a pretty solid first talk, I will steal it. ‘Small wins eventually lead to great victories, let’s not work too hard if we’re not being appreciated’ solid 👍

the zombie dancing 🧟‍♂️

they give zero fucks in this building I love them 😂

the 4 bottle of makegeolli, he isn’t making it out I fear

that’s her son 😔 at least he gets to hear it from someone else. always feel weird in these plot lines tbh because even if it is one character or just one side of the story him and his mom have probably felt a lot of pain throughout these 30 odd years. and after all that time you have to make the choice of letting go and moving forward

idk if Vince is being serious rn or playing him like does he actually feel bad about the condition of the people in the building?

this is actually so real because so many people get stuck in the system simply because they do not have the resources to challenge their verdict or bail themselves out.

the good dads get to teach you how to drink I guess. In Itaewon class it was the Saeroyi’s dad and here it’s our sweet Hong Yuchan

lmaooo her bowl cut and blonde hair I love Chayoung

Not the [ominous music] tag as he looks at her pictures omg ???

Junwoo just rat them out babes !!! this is not okay. go supply this information to her dad <3

She’s so real for screaming at him. Parents will sometimes ignore your phone at the worst time lmaooo

The way he’s staring at her, this better not be we were in love or passing in love as kids lmaooo 😭✋ that trope just always finds a way into all my shows

my dramatic ass sister will be dramatic with her hands in her pockets I love her !!!

lmaooo no one will let him eat here 🤣 he has not been able to compete one meal

oh my god dad lawyer stay alive

my girl might get fired but her priorities are straight !!!

the chef with his pizza getting a slo mo shot is so precious. look at his pizzas! he could never mess that up 🍕❤️

lmaooo they’re having a slo mo stare moment and there’s just a big inflated Italian man in between them 😭

me praying that he likes her before she likes him 🙏

the theme music, an unserious show

in the last moments of the episode is when it always hits you HOW much has happened

18 more to go

[breitweisergallery]

1, 2, 3, 19, 37 🫡

hi!!

1. What fic of yours would you recommend to someone who had never read any of your work? (In other words, what do you think is the best introduction to your fics?)

Probably voices stolen and people borrowed. You're getting me at my best, writing writers.

2. Go to your AO3 “Works” page, to the sidebar with all the filters, and click the drop-down arrow for “Additional Tags.” What are your top 3-5 most used tags? Do you think they accurately represent your writing habits?

(Canon-Typical Violence, Fluff, Getting Together, Post-Canon, Character Study) Oh boy. Most of those for sure. The fact that fluff is above angst is genuinely surprising, but I think I also... don't post a lot of the angst I write. Or I don't blanket tag it as much as I should.

3. What are some tropes or details that you think are very characteristic of your fics?

Overthinking, lack of communication, writers existing, overly complicated plots, hurt/comfort.

19. If you wrote a spin-off of [insert fic], what would it involve?

You didn't specify a fic, but I'll pull my top two TDJ fics and expand on those. For the idol fic, I would love at some point to write a spin-off focused exclusively on the idol world within the TDJ universe. I have a bunch of groups created and I would love to just let them play out without Yohan being there. For the crime student Gaon one, I would LOVE a world in which I had the energy to sit down and write out more about Sunah and Yohan's relationship here.

37. Promote one of your own “deep cut” fics (an underrated one, or one that never got as much traction as you think it deserves!). What do you like about it?

... you're gonna get one per fandom. i orphaned the only hannibal fic i ever published so let's leave that one on the backburner

my lifeline to keep from being buried amidst it all (The Devil Judge) - I love this world in which Gaon was adopted by Kyunghee, in which Yohan is constantly at war with himself, where Elijah hasn't given up on him. Yohan in here is incredibly reflective of my own mental state and I think this fic deserved better.

the name of us (Strangers From Hell) - Musings on Moonjo and names? Jongwoo giving the best gift of all (a name). Yummy.

(this might be cheating but) baby we (could be gods) (Vincenzo) - it's a series, true, but they're both extremely short pieces. A world in which Vincenzo and Hanseok work together, in which cruelty is wielded like a blade. I think about them All The Time.

don't let me know (Dimension 20) - The moment when Gilear finds out the truth. I have such a soft spot for the Dude and i think writing him pre-series is so so fascinating.

sleeping snakes (Critical Role) - Astrid making bad choices! Wulf and Caleb taking care of her! Soft babies.

(now we're gonna get really deep into it) Was it That the Silhouettes of People Were Looking For (BTS) - Marvel cross-over for a fest way back in the day! FrostIron but make it jinkook.

Growing Pains (Super Junior) - I am a messy messy person and teukchul student/teacher just. works. I think abt this fic a lot. I should return to it someday.

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[catharsis-in-darkness]

Family Affairs: Teaser

Authors Note: Just a little something i’ve been working on! I got some writers block working on Grief of Hearts bc i don’t know what direction i wanna take in lol.

Pairing: Vinny Mauro x Reader

Cw: Mentions of Cheating, Mentions of Pregnancy, (i think that’s it, let me know if i need to add anything else lol)

If you want to be added to tags please let me know!

Grumbling as I stepped out of my front door, I locked the door behind Vinny.

“Cheer up Princess, it’s not going to be that bad.” Vin could tell I was stressed out about tonight. We’re going over to my parents house, they’d been bugging us to come over for weeks.

“I don’t wanna goooooo.” I dragged out, my lower lip jutting out. I put on the best puppy dog eyes I could muster, as I looked up at him.

“We have tooooooo.” He chuckled, grabbing my face in his rough hands. His thumb ran over my cheek a couple time he soon brought his lips down onto mine. We softly kissed for a second prior to him bringing his forehead to meet mine.

“Cmon Sweets, we gotta go.” He whispered, pulling away and slapping my ass. He started giggling, running to the car.

“VINCENZO!” I followed him, slightly rubbing my cheek from the pain.

“You look different Y/N!” My mother gushed as she pulled me into a tight hug, effectively knocking the air out of me.

“I haven’t changed much momma.” I really hadn’t changed anything about myself. I was the same old me, the one I’ve always been.

“And Vincenzo! You’ve gotten so muscular!” She exclaimed, finally taking notice of my fiancé. He pulled her into a hug.

“You look as beautiful as ever Mrs. Y/M/N.” I rolled my eyes at his antics as he gave me a playful smirk back. My giggling stopped as I saw my step-father come out of the kitchen.

“Hi hun.” He said briefly making eye contact with me. Ever since I found him fucking his assistant in the kitchen, he hasn’t been able to look at me the same. Their marriage has been in shambles ever since I told my mom. Kevin has been in my life since I was 12, and as much as I loved him like my own dad; He hurt my mom.

“Hi Kevin.” I smiled at him before getting pulled into an awkward hug. I quickly got out of it as my mother grabbed Vinny and I leading us to the kitchen like we hadn’t been there before.

“Let’s eat!”

An awkward silence fell over us as we all ate dinner.

“So, Vincenzo! When are you and Y/N going to give us little grand-babies?” My mother questioned, making me choke on the food I was swallowing.

“MOM!” I scolded.

“What?? You think I don’t know how you youngins get down these days? I wouldn’t be surprised if you were already pregnant.” She shrugged my scolding off.

“Uhm, we haven’t really gotten there yet Mrs. Y/M/N..” Vin played it off well.

[undisclosedmemoirs]

Vincenzo parallels

While i’m still processing ep. 19, I’m going to make a list of the parallels this series has fed us with like I said I would (bc omg are they satisfying and I need you lovely souls to make GIFs out of them pretty please, tho I have seen a couple of them roaming around already, ily guys).

Some of them were pointed out by you guys during this last couple of weeks and I apologize but I have the memory of a fish when I’m sleepy and just woke up, so please do tag yourselves!! If I missed any, which will probably happen because I was dumb and didn’t notice it, please feel free to add them, I will be eternally grateful ^_^ This might be a long post so bear with me or just scroll past it, it is your right and I will like you the same (Clown Town 4ever <3).

I just want to say that i am doing this because i got genuinely motivated by all of you. All of you amazing contributors deserve the world for making this experience as enjoyable as it was for me. To all of you who interacted with me throughout these past 2 months, thank you so much!

ATTENTION SPOILERS AHEAD

1. Ep. 1 – The tenants are behind Lawyer Hong Yu Chan against Vincenzo while he is introducing himself // Ep. 19 – The tenants are behind Vincenzo with him against Chief Kim while Mr. Cho is telling them who he is (the development folks).

2. Ep. 1 – “ASPETTATE” Vincenzo saves Cha Young and hangs Park Seok Do out the window warning him that if he drops head first he might die // Ep. 18 – He saves her too, only this time he throws wifey’s aggressor headfirst out the window. He defenestrated him (@dionideatta ily for making me discover this word).

3. Ep. 2 – Chayenzo’s first conversation: They just met and she is already suspicious of him, she is the one who wants to know what he is up to. Ends up messing up her triumphant leave by getting the direction wrong. // Ep. 19 – On the same spot, Vincenzo is the one in jealous mode wondering where the heck wifey is going without him and unconsciously follows her. She tells him the direction to his house “You need to go that way to go home hubby” (This parallel ended me).

4. Ep. 2 – Myung Hee and Han are drinking together. Han offers her to work with him and get behind Babel which will be the most powerful company out there // Ep.19 – Myung Hee tells Han that’s where their partnership started and that is where it is going to end since that will be their last drink together. (The bad guys have parallels too).

5. Ep. 3 – The Chayenzo balcony conversation “You know Booralro?” // Ep. 19 – “I was glad to meet someone who recognized a Booralro suit that day” (The blatant flirting right in front of my breakfast).

6. Ep. 3– Hong Yu Chan telling Vincenzo he needs a monster to defeat Babel // Ep. 19– Vincenzo tells Cha Young it’s okay for her to backoff now because they are about to become monsters. He is fulfilling what her father asked of him.

7. Ep. 4 – Cha Young calling for her father (</3) // Ep. 17 – Vincenzo calling for his mother (</3) (Wdym I’m crying again?)

8. Ep. 4– Cha Young at the cemetery mourning her father, virtually alone (psycho is not much of a comfort source) // Ep. 17 – Vincenzo at the cemetery mourning his mother and Cha Young is there for him.

9. Ep. 4 – “Promise me we will not do anything that will take other people’s lives” // Ep. 10 – “Promises can be broken out of necessity” (Nothing to add here).

10. Ep. 5 – THE FINGER FLICK SCENE // Ep. 12 – THE REVERSED FINGER FLICK SCENE

11. Ep. 6– The tenants ask what will happen if they don’t get up when the judge enters the court room and Mr. Nam tells them nothing happens, so they decide to defy them, only to get right up as soon as the door opens // Ep. 19 – THEY DO NOT GET UP I LOVED THIS ONE

12. Ep. 7– Confused baby himbo and a clapping Vincenzo // Ep. 19 – Proud baby himbo clapping happily for Vincenzo (my son is growing up *sniff sniff*).

13. Ep. 10– Chayenzo angsty hug scene. Vinny hugs her with one hand // Ep. 19 – Chayoung gets shot, Han Seok looks petrified and Vinny puts his hand on the wound on her which is right where he put his hand in the tunnel when he hugged her back

14. Ep. 11– Vincenzo tells Han Seok to kneel // Ep. 19 – Vincenzo is the one kneeling on his own accord to save Cha Young.

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Make Mama Happy - Chapter 8

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“No, the tree goes over there!” Vinny protested, pointing to the opposite corner of the room.

“Vin! Why didn’t you tell me that before I built the damn thing!” I complained. He had decided to host his family Christmas at his place this year and requested I come help decorate. Unfortunately he didn’t tell me until the day before they were having the get together so here we were, hours from them showing up on Christmas eve and still fighting to get the tree up.

“I thought you would just know that by the door wasn’t a good place!” I rolled my eyes and jerked my hand to the window.

“But the neighborhood kids could see and admire the tree from here. Plus, there is a solid 8 feet between the door and tree. Its fine. I’m not moving it.” I decided, picking up the lights and starting to string them around the tree.

“Fine, but I’m mixing coke into your eggnog instead of rum tonight.” He grumbled. He was currently attempting to hang some decorations on the wall and failing epically.

“Mhm. Sure Vincenzo.” I giggled.

“Hey, are you doing ok? I know you and Heather were supposed to spend Christmas together.” He asked, stepping off of the ladder and bringing me a box of ornaments.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” I tried to sound convincing but even I could hear the waver in my voice.

“Chole-“

“I’m fine. We all have to grow up some time. Right?” I shrugged, taking some of the bobbles from the box. He set the rest of the ornaments on the couch and took the ones in my hands away.

“Nichole. Stop.” He ordered.

“What? She wanted to spend the holidays away from me. I get that. Its fine.” I snapped, trying to grab the bobbles from him but he held them out of my reach.

“She doesn’t want to be away from you. She misses you and you’ve been dodging her calls all month.”

“She chose him! She can get over it.” I huffed, storming to the kitchen to check on the brownies I had baking. Vinny followed me in there and leaned up against the counter.

“He apologized. What more do you want from him?”

“For him to rot in hell. He tried turning my best friend against me and he didn’t even let me have a chance with you before he was trying to ruin it. And now he stole her away on the one day out of the year that was entirely 100% ours. He can die an excruciating death for all I care.” The brownies were nice and crispy around the edge of them, so I grabbed an oven mitt and pulled the pan out dropping it on the stove top.

“Baby, look at me for a second.” There was that nickname again and for some reason I felt butterflies in my stomach. I glanced up at him and felt the anger I felt for the guitarist melt away into sadness. Arms incased me and held me tightly as tears started pouring from my eyes. “I’m sorry for everything that happened. But he’s told me he’s going to back off, that he fucked up by saying what he did to me.”

“I don’t care.” I whispered.

“At least talk to your best friend? She really misses you.” I nodded into his chest and we stood there hugging for a few moments longer. “Want to finish decorating the tree?”

“Please?” I let out a soft giggle. We went back to the living room and I picked the baubles back up, dropping them on the tree while Vinny got some of the other ornaments. As we decorated I noticed the weather picking up outside. “Oh, I hope your parents get here safely. When are they supposed to arrive?” I asked.

“In the next few minutes. They texted me that my brother and sister met at their place and were going to come with them. Their partners aren’t coming this time.” I nodded and went upstairs to get some more blankets since I could feel the chill creeping into the living room. When I returned, I set them on the end of the couch as there was a knock at the door.

“Hey, I’m so glad you guys made it safely.” Vinny said when he answered the door. His family walked in and hugged him before Rosa came bustling over to me and pulling me into her arms.

“Its getting crazy out there. Kyle, Vinny, why don’t you go and get the presents out of the car.” She said, leading me to the couch.

“Mum its snowing like crazy.” Vinny complained.

“Vincenzo, go.” Rosa scolded. I let out a giggle and waved my fingers in his direction.

“You heard Mama. Go Vincenzo.” I teased him. He glared at me playfully but followed Kyle out of the house. “I made brownies. Do you and Adriana want some?”

“Oh yes please!” Adriana clapped her hands happily.

“John, I have coffee on as well if you would like.” That perked up Vinny’s father.

“You managed to get him to keep coffee on hand?” I laughed and shook my head.

“Oh, no. Not at all. I brought it with me when I arrived this morning.” I explained.

“An angel. He has brought us an angel.” John kissed my cheek before moving past me and going into the kitchen. We all congregated in there and enjoyed brownies as the boys pulled in the few bags and boxes that had been in the trunk of Rosas car.

“Its cold as shit out there!” Vinny yelped when he came in.

“Language Vincenzo!” His mama scolded him. We went back into the living room and I hugged the drummer while running my hands up and down his arms. He dropped his head and nuzzled into my neck, shivering as his arms pulled me into him and hugged me tightly.

“Awe poor baby. Can’t last two minutes outside.” I teased him.

“Be careful, or I’ll throw you out in the snow.” He snarked back, scooping me into his arms and carrying me over to the couch. He collapsed down with me in his lap and when I tried to squirm away his arms tightened around me.

“Vinny! Let me go!” I laughed.

“Never!” I glanced over and saw his parents watching us fondly and it made me smile. We shifted around so I was sitting next to him and his arm was wrapped around my shoulder. “Now, shall we open gifts?” Everyone agreed so Kyle started grabbing gifts and passing them out. I nearly cried when he gave me several gifts.

“Whats this?” I exclaimed, looking over all of them.

“Sweetie, did you think we wouldn’t get you gifts?” John asked.

“I’m not family though.” I mumbled.

“Of course you are. Vinny is absolutely in love with you so you are family.” I was about to protest but Vin leaned forward and grabbed a present off the floor in front of me.

“Open this one first baby.” I looked at the tag to see that it was from him and I felt tears pricking my eyes. As I pulled the tissue paper out of the bag I revealed a cute blue healer puppy stuffed animal.

“Vinny what is this?” I whispered. He reached into the bag to pull out the stuffy and I noticed the dog tag that read ‘Shiloh’. “Is that- how did you know? I never-“

“I asked Heather. She told me that you had to leave your baby behind when you left home and it killed you. I hope that’s ok.” He told me softly.

“Its perfect!” I promised before leaning up and giving him a kiss. I hadn’t meant to but I couldn’t stop myself, only pulling back when I realized what I did. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re fine Pokie. It was cute.” I didn’t miss the change in nickname for me or how the butterflies in my stomach seemed to be more intense than ever in that moment. It made my breath catch in my throat especially with how his emerald eyes were watching me. I shook my head to clear the feeling and moved around to grab a small box that I had hidden behind me.

“I got you a gift too.” He pulled the ribbon loose and found a chain necklace inside the box. “I heard you mention how yours broke and you wanted to get a new one. I asked AJ where you got your original one. Bastard was confused why I was getting you a gift. Must have forgotten to tell him-“ I nearly slipped up and mentioned the fake dating thing but I was glad I caught my tongue.

“Its amazing. Thank you baby.” He kissed my temple and clipped the necklace around his neck with a smile. “It fits wonderfully.”

“Good I’m glad.” I looked around to see that the others were lost in their own little world of chatting and gifts and smiled. I could get use to having this. The dread thought of it all ending soon crossed my head and I frowned, trying to think of something else to distract myself but before I could the lights flickered and we were cased in darkness.

“Well that’s not good.”

[sxfik]

fire rising up, higher (i'm burning up, it's dire)

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summary: Why should she be the only one jealous imagining Vincenzo going on a date, even if it wasn’t real. All she had to do was play up the romance and make him regret going on that date. Easy enough.

Except it wasn't.

THIS FIC IS RATED M. do not proceed if you are not okay with sexual content

a/n: hiiiii, im back with some lovely smut between our favorite jealous characters. this is based on multiple asks and requests on tumblr and as always my ask box is open for requests. i'll tag the people who requested these as well. they're both jealous and idiots tbh, but it does make for t e n s i o n. this is also the first smut fic i've ever written so im a lil nervous but as always i hope you enjoy!!

The delicious smell of ramen wafted through the room as Cha-young stood over the kitchen stove in Vincenzo’s apartment. Her body aches, her neck stiff after hunching over legal documents all day, carefully searching for something she can use against Babel. All she wanted to do was gorge down dinner and go to bed. She glanced over the man sitting on the couch, staring intently at his laptop.

After the break in, they had agreed to live together, at least until this fight with the devil is over. It’s simply for safety. She scoffed at the notion. Safety, my ass. Maybe for him, since he’s so intent on leaving her after everything they have gone through and will push through, but for her… She’s come to love his company. Whether it’s mocking him until his expression turns into annoyance or sharing her vulnerabilities over some makgeolli, she liked having him around. She didn’t want to fight through this alone anymore, even though she knows he’ll leave her in the end. Get it together, Cha-Young, you can’t be dependent on him like this.

“What do you think is a better opera for a date? La Boheme or Rigoletto?” he glanced at her as she set the table for the both of them and made herself comfortable on the floor.

“Wow, you’re really committed to the Italian thing huh? Well, I’m flattered by the offer but I’m not an Opera type gal,” she said, her smile growing smug as she drank her glass of water. Is this his way of casually asking her out?

“It’s not for you,” he replied, staring intently at the screen, typing away, “It’s for the Director’s wife.”

“What?” she sputtered out, half-choking on her water. “Why are you taking her to the opera?”

“Because someone wanted her to testify against her husband at the trial. What was it that you said?” he pretended to tap at his chin, “‘You have to do anything you can to get her to testify! I don’t care if she asks for your right arm, just hand it over to her.’ Well, now I’m paying the price of taking her to the opera next week.” She wrinkled her nose in annoyance, and he smirked, before joining her for dinner.

Cha-young snuck glances at him as they ate in a comfortable silence. Sigh, you asked for it yourself Cha-young, he has no choice to go on the date. She racked her brain for plans to save him from an obviously boring night. There’s no other way, it’s my rightful duty to save him.

Vincenzo nursed his glass of champagne as he waited in the lobby of the opera house. The beautiful architecture set the classy mood and the theatres always thrummed with passion and emotion. Even so far away from Italy, the opera house consoled him; it reminded him of the times he would take the day off to watch whatever they were showing at the time. The opera was sacred to him, and nothing, not even being so far away from his home, would break his connection.

He looks down at his watch. 5:30 pm. She was supposed to be here by now. Mrs. Kim, Director Gil’s wife, told her she’d arrive on her own as she had work pending at the Pediatric Cancer Center rather than having him pick her up, which he promptly agreed to. The less time I spend here the better. The only positives to this arrangement was that he’s taking her to see one of his favorite operas, Rigoletto. The raw emotion behind the words and the singer's dedication to the piece made it a masterpiece that stole his breath every time he watched.

He looked over to the entrance as he spotted her at the entrance, dressed in a gold gown and her hair up. Setting down his empty glass of champagne, he composed himself as he approached her, ready to slip back into his light personality and get through the night.

“Mrs. Kim, it’s lovely to see you,” he said, smiling at her and taking her elbow, escorting her inside, “You look striking.”

“Thank you, Vincenzo. You look very handsome as always,” she smiled back at him. They made small talk, about her day and other happenings for the next few minutes before he offered to grab her a glass of champagne. His eyes scanned across the lobby as they stood quietly taking in the gorgeous opera house, a sea of people dressed in suits and gowns milling around, when his eyes drifted over someone that looked strikingly like Cha-young.

Wait. That is Cha-young.

His eyes whipped back to her figure, standing alone, clad in a sinful black gown. Her hair was pinned up, exposing her smooth shoulders and neck, the straps of her dress clinging onto her shoulders showing off her collarbones. Her black gown was light, curving around her just right as gold leafing climbed up the skirt and up the bodice where the dress dripped daringly, the delicate gold jewelry glinting against her skin. The sleeves were a sleek mesh, covered with the same gold leaves that adorned her torso.

His chest tightened, as salacious images of her writhing against his silk sheets with her gown thrown to the floor with his suit discarded a few feet away raced through his mind. He wanted to run his hands through her hair, unclipping her pin until her hair cascaded down. He closed his eyes trying to slow his breathing but he kept imagining what it would feel like to trail his hands down where the gown dipped,  and then trailing kisses down the valley between her breasts. Get a grip.

He watched her as she looked up at the red and gold decorations that adorned the opera house.  Suddenly, a man approached her side, offering a glass of champagne. He was dressed in black, and smiling at her. And then she smiled back. His hand curled into a fist at his side as he watched the man touch her arm, pulling her into him and she leaned into him as he whispered something to Cha-young.

His skin grew hot as anger churned within him, along with a sudden urge to march over and grab Cha-young by her wrist and keep her with him all night. He gritted his teeth, as he watched the two huddle together and giggle like he wasn’t even around. What are you doing? She doesn’t belong to you, stop acting like this and get your head straight. It doesn’t matter who she’s with or how she looks with him. It doesn’t matter if she’s giving him the smile that’s reserved for you. It doesn’t matter that he’s touching her the way you’ve been dreaming of touching her. Focus on what you’re here for. He choked out a breath as he gathered himself, ripping his eyes away from her and setting his sights on the bar. Tonight was going to be a long night.

“I saw him coming over as I was getting your drink,” Min seok whispered down to her, his arm slipping around her shoulders. “Relax, and laugh when I tell you to. He’s agitated, he was giving me a death stare when I approached you.” He laughed lightly at her and she laughed back, trying her best to be subtle, even though that was definitely not her strong suit.

It was a genius plan, really. After dinner that night, she stayed up tossing back and forth until the idea of taking a date with her to see the same opera popped into her head. But who? It wasn’t until she was scrolling through her contacts that she landed on the perfect candidate. Ahn Min Seok.

He was a fellow lawyer and a classmate she was still close with. She had gone on a couple dates with him that fizzled out, but they continued as friends, helping each other out when they were in a bind. She had called him the next day, explaining the situation and Min Seok agreed, joking that “He had to be there, for the drama.” And bam, she bought the same tickets, and set up a date. After all, why should she be the only one jealous imagining Vincenzo going on a date, even if it wasn’t real.  All they had to do was play up the romance and make him regret going on that date. Easy enough.

Except it wasn’t. It took all her self-control and then some more to keep her from marching up to him and dragging her into some dark corner, where it’s just them. He was wearing a dark blue Canali suit, his white shirt underneath clinging to him in a way that should be illegal. His hair was styled in his signature way, the little swoop of hair framing his face in a sleek way. The way he looked, leaning against the bar, drink in hand, exuded class and power. It’s hard to imagine his softer sides, at night when his hair is ungeled and in plain clothes, when he looks so powerful and dominant like this.

She continued playing pretend with Min seok, catching up with him casually and doing her best to play up the flirting. But every free moment she had, her eyes drifted over to him, to what he was doing, where he was going, who he was touching. It seemed he was in a deep conversation with Ms. Kim, not even bothered with her out with another man. Meanwhile, she could feel herself growing jealous as he grew close to Ms. Kim and throwing casual touches. Why am I the only one so affected by him? Even though she knew it was just an obligatory date to him, her blood boiled thinking of him looking at someone else the way she wanted him to look at her. Of him wanting someone the way she wanted him.

“Keep looking at him and he’ll catch you,” Min Seok leaned down to her to whisper in her ear.

“Why isn’t he reacting, didn’t he see us together?” Cha-young replied to him, plastering a smile in an attempt to look like they were making small talk.

He snorted in response. “Cha-young, that man has looked at me almost 10 times in the span of 5 minutes and every time he looks like he wants to snap me in half.”

She kept her eyes trained on him, the time towards the opera theatre opening growing closer.  Cha-young watched as he placed his hand around Mrs. Kim, lightly touching her arm. And then suddenly, he looked at her before smirking. Uh oh. She smiled up at him, slipping into her overconfident mask, as if she just noticed him and wasn’t staring at him the entire night. She slipped her arm into Min seok, as he giggled slightly at their antics, and smiled brightly towards him, daring him to do something more.

Vincenzo looked away, as if ignoring her presence entirely, and escorted Mrs. Kim towards the theatre, and Min Seok and herself followed, keeping a close eye on him. She huffed slightly, watching Vincenzo looking at Ms. Kim the way he looked at her during their makgeolli nights. Fine. If this was the game he wanted to play, let’s play. Let’s make him regret that he wasn’t the one taking her out.

Keeping her eyes off Cha-young felt like the hardest thing he’s ever done. Even harder than pretending that he was into his date was watching her snuggle up to the man beside her, smiling like he was the only one here. He huffed slightly. What’s so great about him? He clearly looks like he can’t tell the difference between an Armani suit and something you’d find in a garbage can with what he was wearing on the date. He clenched his jaw as he ripped his gaze off her and onto the opera in front of him.

He tried to keep his mind drifting as he listened to the musicians belt their heart out. Who was he? Was he even safe to be with? What if he’s an agent of Babo and this is a trap? Is this their elaborate plot to kidnap her? The thought of her falling into Babo’s hands terrified him, even if he knows she can handle herself. She might be ruthless in the court but she’s only learning how to be a villain. Babo could run a masterclass on it and he’s not afraid to kill his way to get what he wants. The urge to bolt out of his seat and drag her from that man’s grasp suddenly took over before the high note in the opera broke into his thoughts. What are you even doing? You’re in the middle of a date, with another woman. For heaven’s sake, get a grip.

His hand gripped the hand rest as he focused on his breathing and not about how Cha-young’s pressed against man that isn’t him. And he failed at it. Over and over, he failed.

This felt like torture. Is he in hell? Is this God's punishment for the crimes he commited? No, God isn’t as cruel as dangling Cha-young in front of him, putting her at an unattainable distance. Time seemed to slow and this opera was suddenly much longer than he remembered. He stared straight ahead, trying to pay attention to the drama rather than the thoughts of Cha-young with someone else. Or worse, the images of what he wanted to do with her.

It wasn’t until the audience’s applause erupted that he realized that it was over. Somehow, he survived without any exclamations of anger or having to hide a growing problem in his lap. His body acted on autopilot, taking Ms. Kim’s arm as he escorted her out of the theatre. They talked about the opera, and Vincenzo thanked god that this was one he had watched many times. It’d be embarrassing to admit that he barely paid attention to the show. He walked her to her car, smiling and charming her when needed, but his mind was growing increasingly far away from Ms. Kim and more onto Cha-young.

“Thank you for indulging me on this date,” Ms. Kim smiled at him kindly before continuing, “You should go get her, you know. The girl you’ve been staring at the whole night.”

Vincenzo blanched at her, the shock spreading across her face. “But- how- wha-” he sputtered in front of her, his face growing hot with embarrassment.

“Oh please, it doesn’t take a genius to know what you were doing,” she scoffed at him, laughing lightly, “If it makes you feel better, she was looking at you the whole night.”

“She was? - I mean, I’m sorry Mrs. Kim,” he started apologizing, when she stopped him with a hand.

“You should go interrupt her date, I’m sure she’d appreciate it. Meanwhile, I’m going to return home. Thank you Vincenzo, for taking me on this date,” she smiled at him as she closed the door to her car and the driver drove away. Vincenzo ran his hand through his hair as he scoffed lightly. Time to go ruin her date.

“And you’re sure he’ll come over here?” Cha-young asked Min Seok for the millionth time, keeping her eye out for Vincenzo and Mrs. Kim as they walked out of the theatre. Cha-young, not so obviously, spent the whole opera wondering about Vincenzo instead of focusing on the show. Truly, she can’t believe that people watched and enjoyed this. The shrill voices made her head hurt and it wasn’t like she could understand what they were saying. Call her uncultured, but she’d rather go out for a drink and some dinner than watch that with someone, even Vincenzo.

Min seok rolled his eyes at her as he snorted, “Do you want to bet? 20 dollars says he’ll come under some disguised excuse to whisk you away from me. And obviously, I’ll be a great date and leave you. All alone with him.” He wiggled her eyebrows at her suggestively and she let out her signature laugh as she hit his arm lightly. They were almost to his car, when a voice interrupted them.

“Ms. Hong!” Vincenzo’s voice called out behind them, and they turned to see him waving, as he walked directly towards her. He approached the two of him, but his gaze burned through her and set her on fire.

“Fancy seeing you here,” she replied,  winking at him, smiling up at him knowingly.

“I thought you weren’t an opera type gal?” Vincenzo laughed lightly, but the way he clenched his jaw slightly told her otherwise.

“I changed my mind,” she replied and for a moment, it felt like they were the only people in the room. Min Seok let out a small cough and she snapped out of her trance as Vincenzo’s expression shifted into annoyance for less than a second before it transformed back into his regular one. “Ah, yes, Mr. Cassano, this is Ahn Min Seok. We’re old classmates and he’s a fellow lawyer.” Min Seok stretched out an arm for a handshake and Vincenzo accepted.

“Ah, nice to meet you,” he replied as he gripped Min Seok’s hand. Min Seok let out a small yelp, before retracting his hand back. “Well, Mr. Ahn, I’m sorry to have to do this but I’m going to have to borrow Ms. Hong for now. We have some work to finish so I’ll take her back home,” he said, apologetically, although he didn’t look too apologetic.

“Oh alright then,” Min Seok replied, smiling slightly, “It was nice meeting you Mr. Cassano, I hope our paths cross again. I’ll be leaving first.” Min Seok walked around to his car, smirking slightly at Cha-young before driving off. Ah damn, it looks like I owe him 20 dollars. She watched him leave, and glanced up at Vincenzo, who was smiling wide. God, he acts so cool but he’s such a child.

“Aren’t you on a date with Mrs. Kim?” she whipped around to ask him, as soon as Min Seok’s car left the parking lot.

“What about your date?” he said in response, venom dripping from his every word. His expression shifted into something much darker as he looked at her.

“He’s a friend,” she replied to him, nonchalantly.

“A friend wouldn’t touch you like that,” he gritted out to her, stepping closer, trapping her against a random car.

Unfettered, she only moved her head closer to him, looking into his eyes as she said “Why? Would you like to touch me like that?” She smirked up at him, daring him to do what she wanted to all night. He grew closer to her and her chest grew tight in anticipation for what they were about to do. He drew closer, his pink lips looking soft and inviting as ever and then, he paused.

“Get in the car.” he ground out, only centimeters away from her face. And then, he moved away from her and headed to his car, parked a couple spaced over. He climbed inside the car, slamming the door, the sound echoing in the garage. Damn it. Gritting her teeth, she stalked over, opened the door and climbed inside.

The car ride was tense, silence and tension filling the air as he drove back home. She snuck her fair share of glances at him, his concentration on the road ahead. The way he gripped the steering wheel spurred her imagination, visions of him gripping her hands above her head while he touched her until she screamed. She bit her lip as she turned her gaze outside, clenching her thighs together in an attempt to get any friction, to alleviate the building want in her as she imagined more of everything she wanted him to do with her. Do to her.

She kept her gaze away for the rest of the ride until they reached his apartment. He rushed out first, without even a glance at her, as he marched forward, making his way up to his home. She trudged behind, the heels slowing her down. When they were almost to his front door, he paused abruptly, before turning around and stalking towards her. He grabbed her wrist, without saying anything and dragged her inside the house, pausing for a moment to take off his shoes and then allowing her too. He dragged her into his bedroom, and without giving her a moment to breathe or to ask him what he was doing, he drew closer and closer to her until she was up against the wall, the energy sparking between them as she looked into his eyes.

“This dress,” he started, his finger tip at the base of her neck, lightly tracing along her collarbones, “has been teasing me all night. Did you know that Cha-young?” His finger grazed up the column of her throat as she drew a sharp breath, the light touch driving her crazy as he pressed closer. The way he said her name, his voice sultry and gravelly, and the way he looked at her lit her on fire. His head dipped, his breath against her neck driving her insane with the need to have him closer. He blew a cool breeze against her neck and she shivered in response, before he drew closer to her face. “Do you know how unfair it was to watch him touch you like that?” he asked her, his eyes dipping down to her lips, before looking into her eyes.

Not dignifying him a response, she crashed her lips into his. His lips were softer than she could have imagined, but it was nothing compared to his passion. He kissed like fire, threatening to consume her, but she fought back with her own. Her tongue grazed against his bottom lip and he groaned into her mouth, as she pulled him closer by his tie. She brushed her hands along his chest and moved to remove his suit jacket, and he complied, dropping it behind him. His hand then cupped her jaw, pulling her into the kiss more, as his other hand trailed down her chest and settled onto her waist.

He drew back, his lips reddened from kissing, trailing his finger down the valley between her breasts, exposed by her dress, and ground out, “This dress has got to go.”

“Take it off, then Mr. Consigliere,” she smirked at him trying to rile him up, but her breathless voice from his kisses betrayed her. He leaned back in to leave harsh kisses along her jaw and her neck, as his hands found the zipper of her dress. She took that time to work off the buttons on his shirt, and spread her hands along the planes of his chest. He slipped the dress off, letting it pool at her feet, leaving her in just her panties as the gown had cups built-into him.

He groaned as he took in the sight of her pale skin and her perky breasts, her nipples hardening against the cold bedroom. He quickly took off the rest of his shirt as Cha-young watched his arms flex and took in his chest and his abs, before she pulled him back in, eager to feel his bare skin on hers. She dragged her body up and close to him, the warmth on his body only drawing her in as Vincenzo’s hands went to cup her breast, the pads of his fingers teasingly light that left her breathless. Without giving her any respite, he rolled his hips into hers, and she could feel him, hard against her, as his sucked and nipped at the curve of her neck.

His hands traced the curve of her back, over her ass and hoisted her up against the wall. Using the other, he trailed his hand across her breasts and down her navel, his finger slipping into her panties as she gasped. His fingers teased and hovered above her clit, barely touching as he drew away from her. His eyes were dark, his pupils blown out with desire as he smirked at her bucking her hips up in an attempt to gain more friction.

“What do you want, Cha-young? Just ask,” he looked smug, enjoying the feeling of her completely at his mercy.

“I’m not begging you, Vincenzo,” she scoffed at him. I’m not giving into him that easy.

“Oh?” he tilted his head as the pads of his thumb lightly brushed against her clit, and dragged down, and he dipped his head down to her breast, swiping his tongue across her nipple lightly. She arched in response as she stifled a moan, attempting to not fall apart so easily in front of him.  He continued his ministrations, occasionally switching his attentions to her other breast making sure neither was left alone for too long. He massaged her clit light and slow, as she struggled not to break then and there.

“Faster,” she asked, her voice breathy and closing her eyes in an effort not to see his damn smug expression.

“Aren’t you forgetting a word there?” he asked innocently, and then pressed his thumb against her clit, having her scream out.

“Please!,” she cried out and he relented, touching her with a hunger great enough to devour her. Her mind was overloaded with the sensations of him, the pleasure of his hands on her overwhelming her.

He picked her up off the wall, her legs latching around him as he maneuvered her onto the bed. He dragged her panties over her hips and discarded them, leaving bruising kisses around her thighs and her hips. Wasting no time, he unbuckled his belt, and shed his pants leaving him in just his boxers as he climbed over her. She traced down his chest, her hand slipping below the waistband of his boxers and he groaned as her fingers grazed his cock. He shuddered as she dragged his boxers down and wrapped her hands around his cock, his voice breathy and low.

“Ah, not so bold now are you?” she asked, her voice saccharine. He looked up at her with dark eyes, before he drew away slightly, his hands searching the nightstand. He pulls out a condom and rolls it on before entering her without much warning. He paused for a slight moment, giving her time to adjust before fucking her at a bruising pace, the vulgar sounds of their bodies meeting echoing through the room. Her hands dragged down his back and he hissed as her nails dug into his skin. There was no gentleness in him when he pounded into her, and her body aches for him to go faster, go harder. Her moans grew louder as his hand massaged her clit, mixing into the pleasure of him entering her.

There was nothing sweet about what they were doing together, her want for him overpowering whatever emotions she felt for him. It’s messy and unrefined, as they reached their climax but neither of them relent. Their fires burned and consumed each other into the night, as Cha-young ignored the consequences of what sin they were committing with each other.

But for tonight, they burned. Together.

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One Night Mistakes (Vincenzo)

Summary: Y/N wakes up in Joon woo's bed, both of them completely naked and she thought she was a random guy she met in a bar. It wasn't until she visited her dad, Mr. Seung, at work that she saw him again. //SMUT WARNING

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Your eyes slowly peels open and you whine as your brain throbs against the inside of your skull. A small part of you said that it was a bad idea to sneak some of your dad's rice wine but you wanted to live a little.

Your dad always pressures you to get phenomeal grades so you can get a full ride scholarship to the States. He gave me no room for fun because he says fun gets addicting and nine times out of ten, it can get you in trouble.

Your eyes widen when you feel someone sturring next to you. Slowly turning your face, you see a man completely bare next to you. The blanket covers the majority of his lower body but it dipped a little, revealing his well toned ass.

His smooth back was littered with scratches and bruises and you sink it guilt. His frizzled hair covered his face but you still appreciate how sharp his jaw line was.

Sitting on the edge of the bed and run your fingers through your hair. Thinking back to last night, a smile tugs on your lips. His moans echo in your head as rolled your hips to match his thrusts. Every inch of your body shook under his smooth hands.

He could make you scream just from a curl of his fingers. You sigh softly as you feel yourself grow slick. "Good morning, baby," he says with a raspy morning voice.

You look over your shoulder to see his glistening chocolate brown eyes stare at you. A few inches down you see a love mark was throbbing red on his neck. You were completely mesmerized by this man.

"Hi," you say softly. "Leaving so soon?" "I.." you trail off as he pulls you back on the bed and settles himself in between your legs. This position felt completely normal and his kisses on your neck felt even better.

He softly bucks his hips and you hum lowly. His lips attach to your in a slow kiss that took your breath away.

Fast forward to the next day, you couldn't get this man out of your head. You don't recall telling him your name or him telling you his. All you knew was how great he was in bed.

You went to visit your dad at Wusang firm and brought him green plum tea. You knock before entering and he had an older woman with classes and a young man with a familiar boy cut.

"Good afternoon," you greet and your heart skips a beat when you realize who the young man was. He was the one I was rolling around in the sheets with for hours before he left.

"Hello! Everyone this is my daughter, Y/N." "Honey, this is my intern, Joon woo and my colleague, Ms. Choi." You all bow lightly before standing back up again.

You hand your dad the green plum tea and he says, "Thank you, honey." "No problem," you say before taking a sip of your own tea. "We were just heading out for lunch. Did you want to tag along?" Your dad asks.

"Oh, I don't know, I feel like I'm intruding," "Not at all. The more the merrier, right boss?" Joon woo says, making your heart flutter when he makes eye contact with you.

"Yes, he's ri-" your father's phone rings and he glances down with a sigh. "Emergency meeting,. Sorry, honey, raincheck?" he adds, shaking his phone for emphasis. "Sure."

Your father and Ms. Choi walk out of the room and but Joon woo stays behind. "You coming, Joon woo."

"Yeah, I'll meet you in there. I have to stop by the bathroom first." "Alright." Your eyes fixate on him as he closes the door. "I never would have thought that you were Mr. Seung's daughter, " he says with a darkened look in his eyes.

"And I never would have thought you were an intern." Every step forward he takes, you take a step backwards. He walks you into a wall and he links one of his hands with yours against the wall.

A breath hitches in your throat when his lips ghost over your neck. "We'll get in trouble if they come back in here," you say softly, yelping when he nips at your collarbone.

"You're right, but I just can't get enough of you. You've been in my head since you left." he says. He pulls back but you find yourself following his lips.

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Joon woo picks you up from your job and drives you back to his house. But something seemed off about him, he seemed stressed. You could tell from his body language. His elbow rests on the car door as he bites on his knuckle.

His jaw clenches every now ang agains, which tells me that he's been lost in thought since you were in the car. That, and he hasn't spoken a word.

"Joon, you sure you're okay?" "I'm fine, baby." he says, his voice a little deeper than normal. Your hand finds his knee and slowly trail it up his inner thigh. "Y/N, what are you doing?" he asks as you unzip his pants.

"Just focus on the road and not crashing." You unbuckled your seatbelt and leaned your body over the space behind the throttle of the car. You reach into his boxers and softly pump his member before pulling it out of his pants.

"I bet your father doesn't know how much of a slut you are for my dick, does he?" You wrap your lips around him and swirl your tongue around the tip. His spreads his legs as you bob your head on his member, taking more and more of him in with every bob. "F-fuck, that feels amazing."

You gag a few times as the tip brushes the back of your throat and he places a hand on the back of your head. From the sound of it, he wasn starting to speed up the car.

You speed up your movements and tilt your head to the tip hits the corner of your mouth as you pump the rest of him that wasn't in your mouth. He moans loudly and bucks his hips into your mouth.

Feeling him twitch in your mouth, you knew he was close. You stayed consistent until his seeds shoots down the back of your throat. You swallow all of it and tuck him back into his boxers. "Feeling better?" you say teasingly.

He pulls off to the side of the road under a tree. He unbuckles his seatbelt and suddently, you knew that giving him head wasnt the best idea. You knew how ruthless he was when he wanted you wrapped around him.

He was impulsive with it came to sex. We were literally five minutes from his loft but he wants me now, and here we are. He effortlessly pulls you into his lap and you reach down to completely recline the seat back.

You push him into the seat as a form of dominance and you feel him harden under your thigh. He loves when you dominate him, it feels nice not to be in control all the time.

You slide you underwear down your legs and he takes his throbbing member out of his boxers. Slowly sinking on him, his hands stay attached to your hips and he looks down at our bodies connecting and mending together.

He pulls you down to him by your neck and kisses you warmly as you rock your hips back and forth. The windows were already starting to fog up already as you bounce and clench your walls around him.

He moans in your mouth and you roll your hips at a different angle to stimulate your gspot. The knot in your stomach was building and building the more his member brushed against your gspot. You speed up your movements and chasing your high until both of your juices was dripping down your thighs.

"Oh God," he says. You grab a few napkins and clean yourself up before going back to your seat. "You really know how make me feel better, don't you?" he says with a chuckle. "I have a few tactics," you say, pulling your sweat soaked hair into a ponytail.

You smile at him but he looks at you with something that you've never seen before. He leans over and pressed a slow, open mouth kiss on your lips.