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[plussizes-blog]

Massimo Torelli × ChubbyReader

You are Dark. Fat. Face covered with pimples. But him. He is perfect. He is a ruthless Mafia Don. But he only wants you. Only you. Though he married you forcefully. Later you fell in love with him just as he did when he first saw you and tonight , is your first night together and f*cking.

"F*ck" you groan as your Mafia man slams his hard length into you.

"Ohhh my chubby little vixen , you feel so f*cking tight and wet. All for papi" he growls pulling your hair as he rams in and out of you.

"All for you papi. Only for you" you moan in ecstasy as he pulls out and slams into you again.

"You like that huh ? You f*cking like that don't you my Donna ?" He asks in a deep husky voice as he f*cks you like a damn horse.

"YASSS ! Yes papi Yes ! I f*cking love it !" You moan out loud as he f*cks you in a harder pace.

"That's it ! Cüm my queen ! F*cking cüm for me ! Cüm along with me !" He growls making me milk his dīck as he shoots his sēēmēn inside me.

He pulls me closer to him and cuddles me , spooning me from behind as we breath raggedly while he kisses my hair.

"W-why me ? Why after all the critisism that people threw on my appearance you still want me ?" I ask remembering the harsh words thrown upon me at the party last night.

"Because I don't care about what they say my queen. You are f*cking beautiful and I only want you. Only you. I love you so f*cking much y/n" he growls and I feel him slam his length back into me.

"Round f*cking 2 babygirl ?" He asks as he starts f*cking me again. More harder. More faster. And more passionate.

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[bellsanthia579]

Married to the Mafia pt 1

Street lights flickered and danced around you as you walked to your car. It wasn’t normally dark when you left work; however, your boss made you stay late. In the rain no less! A gasp of relief left your throat when your car came into sight. The car park was deserted due to how late it was. Only three cars remained. One of which had a tall man ,dressed in all black, leaning on it. You paid him no mind. Struggling to unlock the door you dropped your keys onto the concrete below. Slowly leaning back up, you noticed the man had moved closer. Your heart raced as he closed in on you. The only thing you could hear was the thumping of your own heart. Finally the lock clicked and you made your way to safety. Your car was dark. The only light was that of which came from the moon, and the half dead bulbs. You went to turn the key but were interrupted by a sharp pain in the head. Everything went black.

 Your headache as you came back to consciousness. You went to brush a hair out of your face but your hand begam wet. You looked down at the glistening red streak on your hand. A faint voice was heard in the background. “ I told you to bring her back unharmed. Does this look unharmed to you?”

“No sir.” the more you came to, the more you noticed about your surroundings. The room was dark and cluttered. Bits of pottery and detailed paintings lined your view. You noticed you were laying on the ground in an awkward condition.”Open the curtain idiot.” A flash of light made your head pound, so you lifted a hand to cover your eyes as you sat up. You looked around once more. Bars, all around you there were bars. Out beyond that were people. Seemingly endless rows of people, and they were all focused on you. Someone seated behind you shouted big numbers, and the people raised their hands. When the man was done shouting he yelled.” Sold. To the men in box three, for $523,000.” with a sudden jolt you fell sideways. You were being rolled off the stage.

When you returned backstage a group of men were arguing. A tall man with olive skin spoke out.” We said no more people.” you noticed the man you had heard before also spoke.

“Yes sir. We just were told tha-” he was cut off.

“I don’t care what you heard. It will not happen again.”

“Yes sir.” he bowed and walked away.  The tall man spoke up again.

“Take her home. There are things I must attend to.” The man he was with was beautiful. He had dark skin, which made his green eyes pop. he bent down and opened the door. He lifted his hand to meet mine.

”Hi. I’m Arwin.” He gave a handsome smile and looked into my eyes as he helped me out of the cage. 

“Y/n.”

[writingformymentalhealth]

One shot James Potter

Mafia!James x reader

Arranged marriage au

Part 1/? (Let me know if you want a part two)

You aren’t sad as you buried your husband after all he only hit you and forced himself upon you in the nine months of marriage you shared but only one week later you are engaged to James Potter and you are adamant to protect yourself this time around.

Tw: mention of violence (mafia), social status, arranged marriage, death of husband, past abuse, rape, 

Part 2

You didn’t cry at the funeral of your husband and if you would have cried it would have been happy tears. The monster that abused you for nine months was finally gone.

He left scars of course, mental and physical, but now you could at least take a breath before you were shipped off to the next monster that would make your life hell.

“Did you listen to me?” Your mother interrupted your thought process.

“Sorry, what did you say?”She sighed, pity swirling in her eyes as she brought you the news ” I said your next engagement is already set, for next week actually.”

You pressed your lips together; you knew there was no point in arguing, your father made the decisions in this family and he didn’t want the opinion from anyone else on his decisions.

“Who?”

“James Potter.”

You heard of the potter family; they were rich, richer than the Lestrange family you were married into previously. Probably why your father chose them, you thought bitterly.

Sometimes you wondered how it was to live a normal life with a normal caring father, a father who cared if the husband he chose would force himself upon you or hit you. But that were the cards you were given, so you had to play with them.

This time around you would be more careful more guarded, yes maybe you couldn’t do anything against the rape or physical abuse but last time hurt so bad because you allowed yourself to hope, you tried to make the marriage work, you even allowed yourself to fall in love with that idiot but this time around you swore yourself to be cold and guarded.

The week flew by and the day of the engagement party came fast; you didn’t bother to talk to James who was talking to his friends, chatting lightheartedly as if he didn’t have a care in the world. His eyes searched over the grand ballroom from time to time, probably looking for you, but you were well hidden on one of the balconies overlooking the room. You loved the safety of it, you could see everything, but nobody could see you. You felt a certain bitterness seeing your future husband laughing so carefree, knowing that as a woman in the mafia you could never allow yourself to be so trusting and carefree - not again at least. Perhaps in another life you could have found James Potter attractive, but you didn’t even allow yourself to think that your walls already far too high.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the clearing of a throat behind you. You swirled around just to see eye to eye with no other than James Fleamont Potter.

“Hey, your Father told me you would be up here.” He said, his voice soft and sweet like cotton candy.

You nodded internally, cursing your father for telling this boy your location.

James fidgeted a little obviously uncomfortable with your cold demeanor, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to care, this was just the next monster you would be chained to for life and you weren’t stupid Rabastan Lestrange had also been all smiles till you closed the door to your wedding sweet and you wouldn’t let another boy fool you.

“I just thought we could get to know each other a little seeing as the wedding is in just ten days.”

“Why? It’s just another contract. You don’t need to know each other to sign a contract.”

James winced at your harsh tone. “Well, usually you don’t share a bed with your contract partner.” You just shrugged, training your eyes back at the ballroom scene downstairs.

“C’mon just one dance, the people expect it anyway.”You pressed your lips together, the thought of being so close to someone so much stronger than you still made you feel sick, you had hoped you had at least ten days before you had to deal with this tosser but you knew he was right - the people expected you to act like a couple.

James lead you to the dance floor taking your hand into his softly almost as if he was scared you could break, you were thankful that he didn’t come closer than necessary and his hands stayed where they were supposed to be even though you knew as soon as you signed the marriage papers and legally became his property things would change dramatically.

James was an excellent dancer, you had to admit, twirling you around the room expertly. “Listen, I know it’s only been a week since your husband died and you probably need time to heal from your loss and-“

You interrupted him, “I’m glad that he is gone, the only thing I am sad about is that they didn’t shoot him earlier.”

James’ movements stiffened, and you were sure you heard him mumble something like “charming” under his breath, but you couldn’t care less what he thought about you. After the dance you dropped a courtesy just how you learned it years ago before turning on your heel and disappearing in the crowd.

After dancing with you, the first thing James did was find his best friend Sirius Black, hoping to make sense of the whole scenario.

He found Sirius at the bar - as expected, talking to a pretty girl - also as expected. 

“I saw you with your wife, you should consider yourself lucky. She is much too pretty for you.” He joked lightheartedly, but James only grimaced.

“Yeah, she is beautiful but I think she may be a psychopath.” James grumbled, downing a shot.

Sirius laughed his barking laughter, “Already trouble in Paradies?”

James sighed, “I don’t know everyone always told me she was one of the most kindhearted women in the order and she just told me she was sad her husband didn’t get shot in the head earlier. I know the loss of a loved one but-“

“James,” Sirius suddenly had a grim expression, “didn’t you know Rabastan Lestrange?”

“No, did you?”

“His brother is betrothed to my cousin” Sirius said slowly and James furrowed his brows, never having seen his best friend like that, “Rabastan was an interesting man.”

“What do you mean?”

“I heard him talking about woman James, I heard him talking about his wife and if any of the rumors are true, it’s amazing she didn’t put a bullet through his head herself.”

James swallowed thickly. He was in for one hell of a ride.

-

The next days went by fast for you, you were used to not being able to decide anything for your wedding so it didn’t come as a big surprise. Like a doll you were tossed around measurements were being taken, wedding arrangements were decided - without you of course even the underwear you were going to wear was picked out for you and just like that it was your wedding day and you were cramped up in the backseat of the limousine next to your younger sister who held your hand in silent support. You didn’t talk, merely nodded as your father went over the importance of pleasuring James at his wedding night, as you were sure you would cry if you opened your mouth.

You almost tripped on the way to the altar your vision blurry from unshed tears and your heels too high for your liking. You were sure your father was glaring at you but you couldn’t do anything except get the ceremony over with as graceful as you could.

The priest seemed to take ages talking about the eternal bound of Love and stuff.

You both said your I do’s, and the priest officiated your marriage telling James he could kiss you. You felt frozen into place, unable to move and breathe as James easily lifted the veil, looking in your teary eyes. His expression seemed to soften immediately upon your sight as he cupped your cheek, pressing a tender kiss on your trembling lips. His embrace was soft and warm and you felt yourself relaxing a little into the kiss.

James pulled back and smiled at you, pushing up his glasses with his index finger.

The evening went by in a blur and the next thing you knew was you standing in an expensive hotel suite just in your undergarments while James was just in his boxers. In a different world you would have admired his athletic build, his soft looking skin and messy curls but today you could only think of the fear, the brutality in which he would probably claim you and you had to focus on holding your tears back. 

Like a marionette, you made your way to him on the bed crawling closer to him, but just as you were about to touch him he stopped your hand, taking it in his much bigger hand instead rubbing soothing circles on your shoulder.

“We don’t have to do that.”

You scoffed, tears threatening to spill down your cheeks, “Men only get aggressive if they don’t get what they want you repeated Rabastan’s words he said oh so often before hurting you.

James eyes widened at this statement and without a second thought he dropped your hand to put on a grey sweatpants while throwing an oversized shirt of his towards you. You flinched slightly as he made a throwing motion in your direction and James’ heart ached for you.

“Put this on,” James said voice soft yet demanding and you obliqued.

James situated himself next to you cross legged, looking at you with an unreadable expression. “Did Rabastan tell you he got aggressive because of that?”

Your eyes darted downwards, looking at your fingers that were playing with the hem of his shirt. You nodded, not sure what he was up to. Was that some sick power play because you mentioned something your ex said?

“Did he” James paused, fiddling with his fingers nervously, “Did he force himself upon you?”

“That’s not illegal n our world is it?” You asked dryly.

“That’s not what I asked.”

“Of course he did, James, that’s how our world works.” 

You looked at him again and he looked at least two shades paler from your sudden revelation, his eyes wide like a deer caught in the headlight.

“I didn’t think people actually still did that stuff.” He murmured, looking at your delicate figure. To him you looked so small and innocent, like something he needed to protect, and he couldn’t phantom how someone could take advantage of that.

“Can I hug you?” James asked, seeing silent tears rolling down your cheeks, and you nodded, feeling unbelievably tired all of a sudden.

Carefully he pulled you into his lab cradling you softly, “If he wouldn’t be death already I would send a Bullet through his head for what he did to you.” James murmured pressing a soft kiss onto your head.

—-

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Part 2

[ra-2506]

✨🤎Black Reader Mafia Aesthetic Lifestyle 🤎✨

This is the kind of life I think black y/n would be living if she was in the mafia cause it just be making sense.

Tell I'm wrong, fight me if I am cause I stand by this and you can't say other wise.

Should I continue the mafia story I started or should I leave it as a headcanon or I should start all over again.

Who should I ship this badass woman with, Todoroki❄️🔥 or our alien queen herself Mina💓👽, yes woman are on the table, or someone less chaotic but more on the power kind like my baby boi Deku✨🥦, but don't let his face fool you, boi be filled with suprises.

How about a strong man like my main man Kirishima👊❣️, about some who is less kinda but still manly like Bakugou 💢💥.

Or you .ight someone who where a suit like a man ,but is a well respected woman like Momo💋🖤 or a more emo kinda woman like Jirou🎼⛓️ or like the emo but want it as a man like Shinsou 💀💜.

[civilizedancestors]

I have a crush on him and what do I do now? Stab his back or put a knife to his throat?

[therealpussybangs]

Haikyuu Boys Mafia AU....Pt.1?

Characters include: Timeskip!Bokuto, Akaashi, Kuroo, Kenma

TW: Blood, weapons, arson, murder, swearing, alcohol, drug use, drug dealing, harm, suicide, haikyuu manga spoilers!!

Bokuto Koutaro

This baby boy, is not so sweet. Not in this AU at least. He is relentless and fierce. Much more independent and brave, he enjoys going on missions by himself and he loves the satisfaction of coming home with a prize he earned all on his lonesome.

He keeps his hair down on missions so the police don’t see a weird-ass owl man on the run. It’s also a lot more practical. Bokuto is strong and has a large build, but he’s also flexible and agile. He enjoys roof-running and doing stunts mid-fight. He likes to play tough guy and pretend he’s in a movie.

Bokuto may seem like he doesn’t take the job seriously because of his constant  joking and teasing, but he is really dedicated and loyal to his godfather. 

Bokuto definitely gives me Capo, or Caporegime vibes, so we’ll go with that as his mafia status. He will eventually go on hiatus, but he always returns to his “family”.  Bo enjoys the fancy side of the mafia as well. He enjoys the thrill of a hand off and a possible scam. Yumeko vibes???  He gets a kick out of dressing up in expensive suits and leather gloves, it makes him feel professional. 

Akaashi Keiji

Him. He is so responsible and humble. Akaashi would definitely be the underboss, working alongside the boss or “Godfather”. Need a hitman? Hes ready to help. Need money? He’s on it. He will always be ready to help, work, serve, you name it. But when he is assigned a personal mission involving family matters??? Oh my. This boy is on a rampage. 

He ignores everything else going on and hyper focuses on the task at hand. Boom. It’s done in a matter of days. He works impressively fast and efficiently, and he works well with other people as well even though he would much rather work on his own. He often keeps to himself only opening up to his godfather. He never mentions the mafia ever not even in joking conversation outside of work and he refuses to let just anyone into his mafia. 

He as well enjoys dressing up in a suit and tie and looking very professional. He often wears gloves, glasses, and a pocketwatch is always seen with him. He works oldschool and calmly. There isn’t a single sticky situation he can’t get out of scratchless.  

He obsesses over perfection and is always making sure his work is spotless and correct. No false accusations or murders. Akaashi really enjoys using knife torture as a way to get people to talk, however. He enjoys the satisfaction of hearing the loyalty leave the victims body and turn into betrayal with every slash to the leg/arm/torso wherever. He doesn’t enjoy the cleanup of blood. but he loves creating the mess.

Kuroo Tetsuro

This one is evil. He will chase a victim to the top of the roof just to make them jump off in the end. He enjoys the thrill of things and fast-paced work. Kuroo is not as reliable because he doesn’t take the job very seriously. He kinda just uses it for the money and legal protection. He doesn’t like dressing up as much because “It’s too much work”.  

When he works in a group, he keeps to himself, annoying his co-workers. He just hates sharing information he found, only for the credit to be taken from him. He isn’t really into “fairness” so taking that into consideration, he is quite dangerous. He found out he was satisfied by old-school guns when he was going through a junkyard and found a 1920′s revolver in a trash bin. 

He, as well as Akaashi, work oldschool and quietly. Kuroo will forever be loyal, no matter how unprofessional he gets. This is appreciated by his godfather and he is very trusted in the family.

He appreciates the time in things. By that i mean he loves rushing through things to see the messy outcome.

Kenma Kozume

He loves the profit. The economy, the money flow. He usually manages trades and drug deals. He often organizes weapon distributions as well. He has at least 2 bodyguards on him everywhere he goes and they protect him when someone he tricked or ripped-off tries to attack him. He really likes business and keeping secrets. That’s why he leads a normal life and a life of crime. To be able to hide away the deeds he has done from the public.

He makes sure to personally know everyone he trades or sells to, and he is not a plug. He sells sophisticated drugs to important and sometimes even royal people. He never manages to get caught and when he does, he’ll be ready. He loves to see shiny new weapons come into his warehouse only to get bloody and tested.

Kenma uses leather gloves at all times and never fails to clean up his messes perfectly. He tests his weapons on real people, in real time. Same with his drugs. He makes sure they aren’t fake, or duds, and makes sure they are of the highest caliber. 

[toxickehlani]

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Taylor’s POV

   "𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧'𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗘𝗡𝗗 of chapter eight. Everyone, don't forget the two-page essay. Have a nice day!" Professor Robinson said, dismissing the class.

   I stuffed my things inside my bag and got out of my seat before exiting the room. As I walk across campus to my next lesson, I hear someone yell my name.

"Hey, Taylor! Hold up!" I heard an all too familiar male voice yell at me, and I stopped in my tracks.

   I should've known it was Trent. The president of the top fraternity of the school Alpha Sigma Phi.

"What can I help you with, Trent?" I sarcastically asked, faking a smile.

"Well, you can help me by accompanying me to the frat party tonight." He replies, smiling.

"I'm sorry, I already have plans tonight." I lied, apologizing, but I didn't feel bad.

   It's not that I wouldn't mind going to the party. It's that I don't want to go to the party with Trent. Alpha Sigma Phi boys have a history of luring girls to their parties to get them wasted then humiliate them, and I was NOT going to be one of them. As I started to walk away, I felt him grab my wrist.

"Why do you always blow me off whenever I ask you out?" Trent aggressively asked me.

   The reason I reject Trent whenever he asks me out is that he is a spoiled, arrogant asshole. Trent thinks just because his dad is the dean of the school that he can get away with whatever he wants, and that infuriates me.

"Why do you want to go with me, Trent?" I questioned.

"We might have things in common." He shrugged.

"Trent, we might have the same first lesson, but we have nothing in common. I assure you." I nodded.

"You never know unless you try," Trent smirks, eyeing me. "Every girl in this school would love to go to the party with me. Why not you?"

   You cocky, arrogant bastard. Not every girl wants to go out with you.

"Have you thought maybe it's because I don't want anything to do with you?" I questioned, checking my Apple Watch for the time to make sure I got to my next lesson on time. "Maybe you can take one of the girls you and your frat boys always brag about."

   Turning on my heels, I walked away. The entire time I can feel Trent's glare on the back of my head. I have a feeling that this won't be our last encounter together. I arrived at my next lesson and found an empty seat towards the middle, and sat down. A few minutes later, the familiar scent of my best friend Ariel's perfume flowed in my nose, and I smiled.

"Hello, sexy." I smiled, hugging her.

"Hey to you too." She laughs, returning the hug.

"How was the first lesson?" I asked Ariel as more and more students filled the room.

"It was good, but I was ready to leave. What about you?" Ariel responds, nodding her head.

"It was good up until when I left. I had to deal with Trent," I replied, rolling my eyes.

"Ugh, not again." Ariel groans. She's the only person I've told about my interactions with Trent and understands what I go through.

"Yes again. Trent asked me to go to the frat party with him tonight." I replied, thinking back to my run-in with Trent minutes ago. "I told him I already had plans tonight even though I don't."

"Well, good thing we're going out tonight." Ariel smiles and pulls out two passes from her bag. "A guy I'm talking to got us a VIP spot at the Velvet Lounge.

"Well, I guess we're going to the Velvet Lounge." I shrugged and started doodling on my notebook as we waited for Professor Haynes to arrive.

   Thirty minutes passed, and the professor still hadn't shown up. Right then, the door opens, and walking in is Dean Carver and two police officers. I can tell something was by the looks on their faces.

"Can I have everyone's attention, please!" Dean Carver speaks loudly to the class. "If you're wondering why the Police Department is here, I'll let them explain."

"I'm sorry to tell you, students, this, but at 6:30 this morning, Mr. Allan Peters was found dead in his home by his wife." The first officer told us, and the entire class erupted into gasps of shock.

   This news is so unexpected. Out of everyone in the university, I wouldn't think that anyone, especially Professor Peters, would end up dead. He didn't seem like the type who would die especially doing the one thing he loved very much, teaching history to students.

"We still don't know whether the cause of death was murder or suicide. We'll keep your Dean updated on further information." The other officer explains.

"For now, all of you may leave, and if you have any questions or want to make cards for his family, my office is always open. Have a good day." Dean Carver nods to the class.

   Everyone grabbed their stuff and stood up to leave. I looked at Ariel in disbelief after hearing the news of Professor Peters. My mind was running with a million questions.

   How did he die?

   Who would kill him if it was homicide?

   As Ariel and I made it outside the building, I leaned up against the side shaking my head.

"Damn, I can't believe Professor Peters is dead," I said, shaking my head.

"Me either," Ariel replies, nodding.

"What do you want to do now?" I questioned, filing my arms.

"Let's go to the campus café?" Ariel suggested.

"Sounds good." I nodded, pushing off the wall.

   Ariel and I talked as we walked to the campus cafeteria to grab something to eat and pass the time since we didn't have class anymore. Stepping inside, the smell of food hits my nose, and we find an empty table and set our stuff down.

"Can you get me a banana nut muffin and chocolate milk, please?" Ariel asked, handing me the money.

"Yea, sure, and it's okay. I'll pay." I nodded and went to stand in line behind a few students.

   I ordered a bagel with cream cheese, apple juice with an apple, and the food Ariel wanted, then paid before heading back to the table.

"Thank you, best friend." Ariel smiles as I hand her the food items she wants.

"You're welcome, love," I replied, sitting across from her. "What time are we going to the club?"

"Around eight-thirty," Ariel answers, chewing her muffin.

"Who is this guy you're talking to, and why haven't you told me about him?" I asked, feeling a little hurt.

"It's nothing serious yet. We're just taking things slow for now." Ariel shrugs, shaking her head as she avoids my gaze. I know she's hiding something. She does this when she's holding onto a secret.

"You had sex with him, didn't you?" I gasped, shocked.

   Ariel's cheeks turned red, and I laughed at her. "Alright, fine, I fucked him there." She threw her hands up, rolling her eyes.

"What did you do for the VIP?" I asked Ariel curiously but knew what she was going to say.

"I sucked his dick," Ariel whispered, but I heard her very clear.

"You nasty bitch." I laughed.

"I couldn't help myself. The man was looking all kinds of sexy, and I had to have a taste." My best friend explains, shaking her head.

   This guy must’ve been fine for her to blow him for a vip section in the hottest nightclub in the city.

   After a while, Ariel and I decided to leave and hang out around campus until our next class started.

   I sat in an empty seat to the far right of the room because, sadly, I had this lesson with Trent. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see him walk into class, talk to a few other students before looking at me. He smirked then made his way over to me, but instead of sitting next to me, he sat in the seat behind me.

   Just fucking great! He had to sit near me.

   Why won’t he get the hint that I don’t like him? That I want nothing to do with him.

“Hello, Taylor.” I hear Trent whisper.

“Leave me alone, Carver.” I rolled my eyes, writing notes on my paper.

“I just want to have a friendly conversation.” I could hear the smirk in his voice.

“I’m not your friend,” I said, still not giving him the satisfaction of looking at him.

“Whatever have you thought about taking me up on my offer?” Rent questioned, and I instantly got a confused expression on my face.

“What offer is that?” I asked, whispering to keep my voice low.

“Go with me to the frat party.” He smiled.

“I already have plans with my best friend,” I said, rolling my eyes.

“Cancel those plans. Tell your friend you’re going to a party.” Trent said, and I looked at him like he was dumb.

   If he thinks I’m canceling going to the club with my BEST FRIEND, he must be the dumbest asshole I’ve ever met.

   He thinks I’m like most of these girls on this campus, huh?

   He’s one stupid motherfucker.

   Turning back to the Professor, I ignored anything Trent said because it was irrelevant, just like him.

   Finally, the class was over, and I wanted nothing more than to get away from Trent’s sleazy ass. As I walked out, of course, I met Ariel in the middle of the quad.

“Girl, let me tell you what this Squidward-looking ass boy said to me,” I announced, getting her attention.

“Haha, you mean Trent?” Ariel questions laughing.

“Yes.” I nodded. “He said to cancel my plans with you and go to the frat party with him.”

“That boy is so desperate, I swear,” Ariel comments, shaking her head.

“That part. Trent’s so desperate to have another notch on his belt.” I grumbled, shaking my head.

   At that moment, we see Trent walking with one of his friends. He looked at me and smirked, biting onto his bottom lip as his eyes scanned me. Rolling my eyes, I turned around with Ariel, and we walked to our Medical Terminology class.

“Ms. Rogers, can you explain what the prefix of Dys means and give an example?” Professor Lee asked, and I nodded.

“The prefix Dys- means painful, bad, or difficult. An example of that would be Dysrhythmia which means abnormal physiological rhythm.” I explained after glancing down at my notes.

“Very good. Thank you.” My professor smiles before continuing to speak.

   Once this lesson was over, the rest of my classes flew by like a breeze.

   Ariel and I walked into our quiet apartment, and I tossed my keys on the coffee table then plopped onto the couch, groaning.

“I’m so glad this day is over.” I groaned, shifting to lie down.

“Me too. Now I can get some rest before we go out.” Ariel nodded with her eyes closed.

“I’m so tired my brain hurts.” I chuckled, feeling the drowsiness take over me.

   Before I knew it, I was asleep.

    Stepping out of the shower with my towel wrapped around me, I walked to my room, where my red silk dress lay on the bed. I dried myself off before moisturizing my body then slipped on my dress. I'm surprised the dress still fits because I've picked up a few pounds the last month. When I walked into the bathroom, I began to style my hair in a neat low bun with a side part. After my makeup was on, I walked into my closet, grabbed my black rhinestone heels, and then slipped them on.

    I grabbed my black clutch off my bed and ensured I had my ID and money inside before walking out of my room and then downstairs. Still waiting for Ariel to finish getting ready, I took a seat on the couch and started taking selfies to entertain myself.

    Finally, after what seemed like forever, I hear her heels click-clacking on the hardwoods staircase. Looking up at her, I felt like a high school boy taking his crush to prom. Ariel looked fine as hell in the brown satin dress she had on, then she topped it off with the mocha strappy heels that made the outfit come together.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Ariel smiled, her cheeks turning a shade of red.

“If I were a guy, I would take you upstairs and fuck the shit out of you,” I replied and laughed at the expression on her face.

"I don't know if I should accept that as a compliment or take it as disrespect." Ariel flattered, holding her hand over her heart.

"It means you look fine as hell," I replied as she grabbed her phone and started texting someone.

"Well, thank you. You look sexy yourself." She smiled, nodding in approval of my outfit.

"I'm surprised it still fits. I've put on weight the last month." I said, smoothing down my dress since it hugged my curves.

"Girl, you look good," Ariel said, waving me off.

"Thank you." I smiled.

"Alright, let's go. Daddy is meeting us at the club." My best friend replied, and I stood up.

"Daddy?" I questioned, smirking with my right brow raised.

"With the way he put it down, that's what I call him." She said with her head held high.

"Girl, I ain't mad at you." I laughed as we walked out the door to her white Chevy Malibu Hybrid.

  After we fastened our seatbelts, she drove away from our apartment complex.

   Soon Ariel pulls up to the Velvet Lounge. We got out of the car and started walking towards the line to wait, but a man appearing to be sculpted  Greek Gods themselves walked up to her, and she smiled at him. They share a kiss and look at me.

"Zander, this is my best friend, Taylor. Taylor, this is Zander." Ariel grinned, introducing us.

"It's nice to meet you." He said with a thick accent. It sounded like he was Italian.

"Same here." I smiled, shaking his awaiting hand.

"You ladies ready to go party?" Ariel's man asked the both of us.

"Hell yeah." I cheered.

  Zander smiled at me before Ariel, and I followed behind me inside the club, smirking at the gasps some of the girls waiting in line did when we walked past them. As soon as my foot stepped foot on the floor of the nightclub, an electric charge went through my body, and I was ready to have some fun. Ariel and I are led through the crowd on the dance floor to an empty VIP section.

"For you ladies." He said, waving for us to sit down. "I'll be right back."   

   When Zander walked away, I looked at Ariel with an amused look on my face. "You did more than suck his dick for this fantastic VIP section."

"Well, I might've fucked him too." Ariel shrugged, grinning at me.

"Do what you do then, boo. I'm not mad at you" I laughed.

  Zander comes back with a woman that looked to be around my age trailing behind him. "Ladies, this is Becca, and she'll be serving you tonight." Yet again, Zander leaves, and we're alone with Becca, the server.

"What can I get you, ladies?" Becca smiled at us.

"I'll have a Sex on the Beach," I said over the booming music.

"You can give me a Greyhound," Ariel ordered. Becca nods before walking away.

"Want to go dance while we wait?" I asked Ariel, and she nodded.

"Yea, let's shake some ass." She cheered.

  We got up and went to the dance floor but made sure to stay by our VIP section to get our drinks when the server brought them. I laughed, spinning Ariel around as she started twerking on me. Finally, our drinks arrived, and we thanked Becca before walking back to the dance floor.

"Mmm, this is good." I moaned, referring to my drink.

"Mine is too." Ariel nodded. We took our straws and put them in each other's glass, and took a sip of each other's drinks

."Man, that bartender knows how to make some drinks," I said, nodding in approval.

"Yea, they do." She agreed with me.

   Just then, the song I Like Him by Princess Nokia began to play, and I cheered. "This is my shit!" I looked at Ariel and saw her pull out her phone and start to record me. Her cellphone was all in my face.

  I smiled into the camera, singing along with the song, then turned around, bending over, and started shaking my ass. Realizing I had no panties on because it showed through the dress's material, I turned back towards her pushing her phone out of my face. We danced and finished our first drink then decided to go to the bar for another one. We showed our IDs, paid then went back to the dancefloor.

   It's been a while since our first drink, and I'm feeling buzzed as hell. The liquor coursed through my veins as I danced alone. Ariel decided to leave me to dance with her Greek God of a man on the other side of the club somewhere. I didn't care. I was having fun by myself.

Stefano's POV

  Walking to the edge of the second-level balcony, I stared at my successful nightclub. Of course, this is only a cover-up for what my actual occupation is. I've been stuck in my office doing paperwork all day, and it was nice to finally be able to leave and relax with my family and friends.

  Off to the side of me, I see Zander walking up the stairs and standing next to me. "Finally able to breathe?" He questioned amusingly.

"Sì, mio buon amico." I glanced at him and smiled, patting his shoulder. "Is your woman here?" ( "Yes, my good friend." )

"Yea, she's here with her best friend," Zander replied, nodding his head.

"Where is she?" I questioned.

"Down in that VIP section." He points down to the dancefloor.

  Scanning the crowd, my eyes land on a silk red dress that hugs the body of a Goddess. Her skin looked silky and soft to the touch. She turns to her friends and smiles before bending over and shaking her ass as her friend recorded her. She has the most beautiful brown eyes I've seen in my life, with adorable chubby cheeks and the sexiest full lips.

"Chi è la ragazza nel vestito rosso?" I asked, very intrigued by the woman. ( "Who is the woman in the red dress?" )

"That's her best friend Taylor," Zander replied as I continued to stare at the beautiful woman in the red dress.

   After staring at the woman for a while, Zander received a text and walked down to the dancefloor. When he left, I noticed Taylor dancing all alone.

  Now's my chance to introduce myself.

  Smirking to myself, I make my way down the steps ignoring the women throwing themselves at me, and stealthily walk up behind Taylor and wrap my arm around her waist. She gasped when I pulled her body into mine and began dancing with her to a slow beat song. Her round ass grinds on me as I lean down a get a whiff of her perfume that makes my mouth water. The only thing going through my mind was her. To have her bent over my desk as I pound her out from behind, gripping her ass between my fingers.

  As we danced-well more like as Taylor grinds on me, I lean down to her ear and whisper, "Can I buy another drink?"

   I see her grin as she bites that bottom lip of hers before replying. "Hmm, I don't know if I should take drinks from strangers." She turned to me, and I got an up-close look at her features.

"My name's Stefano. It's nice to meet you." I smiled, introducing myself as I held my hand out. "There now, we're not strangers anymore."

"You're funny." Taylor chuckled, nodding her head. "I'm Taylor, and I guess I can accept your offer to buy me a drink. It would be the nice thing to do." When she smiled, I could've sworn it felt like someone stepped on my chest as it got heavy.

  Holding my hand out, Taylor took it as I led her to the bar. I couldn't help but watch her ass switch left to right in the clothes she calls a dress. "What's your poison?"

"I'll have another Sex on the Beach." She smirked, glancing at me.

  Giving the order to the bartender, who's one of my trusted men, I made small talk with the Goddess next to me as he made her drink.

"That's a nice dress you have on cara mia." I smiled, looking up and down.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were flirting with me." Taylor grinned, picking up her drink off the counter. When she went to pay, I stopped her.

"No, it's on me, I insist," I said, and she looked at me.

"Nah, I got it." She shook her head and gave her money to Enzo.

   We make it back to her VIP section, and I sit next to her in the booth close enough to her so I can still smell her sweet perfume. The two of us begin talking, and all I can think about is wondering what her moans sound like bouncing off the walls of my bedroom. She started whispering in my ear, giggling like a schoolgirl in which I did the same, making sure my beard scraped against her skin.

  The more we talked, the more I felt like we were connecting on some level. When I went to say something in Taylor's ear, she grabbed my chin and brought my lips to hers. Kissing her feels so right. I grabbed her chin between my thumb and first finger and deepened the kiss. As she pulled away, she had a look of lust in her eyes.

"You want to get out of here?" I asked, caressing her soft cheek.

"I don't know. My friend and I should be leaving soon because we have class in the morning." Taylor replied, shrugging her shoulders.

   Glancing at the dancefloor, I see Zander and his girl sensually dancing together. "I don't think she's leaving anytime soon." I nodded my head to where Zander was, and Taylor saw her friend and Zander.

  She looks at me, and I can see the hesitation on her face, but after she sat there for a few minutes, she stands to her feet and walks up to her friend. As they talked, Zander's eyes met mine, and I grinned at him. He knows what I'm implying by giving him a sly smirk. I see Taylor hug her friend before walking back over to me.

"I don't know if I should feel abandoned or calm." Taylor flattered as she walked beside me. We walked to the back exit, where two of my guards stood watch, and I led her to my car.

  Holding the door open for her, I bit my lip, glancing down at her ass as she got in the passenger seat. Opening the door on the driver's side, I got in and turned the car on before driving out of the dark alley to the main street. In no time, we make it to my apartment.

The second my foot stepped over the threshold into my apartment Taylor was on me, and I was on her. I picked her up in my arms and carried her to my bedroom as our lips never left each other. She moaned, biting my bottom lip as I laid her down on the bed. Pulling away, I ran my hands down the softness of her legs and unstrapped her heels. Taylor leaned up, smashing her lips to mine, pulling me down on top of her.

I peeled my button-up off, and Taylor eyed my body, running her fingers down my stomach biting onto her lip. She held a sensual smirk as she unbuckled my belt and pulled it through the loops of my pants, and giggled, unbuttoning my pants before pulling the zipper down.

Her skin is so soft I can’t wait to taste it.

Climbing on top of my gorgeous date, she sits up, allowing me to pull her dress off her body. I instantly latched onto her left nipple, sucking it in my mouth earning a moan from her. As I smashed my lips to hers yet again, I reached over to the nightstand and pulled out a condom, then rolled it on after sliding my briefs off. Her pussy was so wet I could see her essence drip out of her.

I wanted to taste her so bad, but I preferred to be inside of her right now.

Taylor spread her legs, and I pushed inside of her feeling her tight cunt clench around me.

“Oh mio dio, sei così stretto e bagnato.” I moaned, nuzzling her neck before biting the skin. ( “Oh my god, you’re so tight and wet.” )

My hips moved at a faster pace making la mia tentratrice moan from below me. God, she looked so stunning with her pussy so stuffed with my cock.

“H-Harder, please!” Taylor begged, throwing her head back.

Happily, to oblige, I pushed her legs back, making her knees touch the mattress, and picked up pace pounding her sweet cunt out.

"Fuck! You feel so good, tentatrice." I grunted, focusing on the mewled sounds coming out of Taylor's mouth. She leans up, watching where I disappeared before falling back on the bed.

I leaned down, capturing her lips as I rolled my hips into hers, hitting her g-spot, which caused her legs to tremble.

“You’re going to make me cum.” She whimpered, reaching down and rubbing her sensitive clit.

“Cum for me, tentatrice. Mmm, squeeze my dick. Make it yours.” I demanded, biting onto her right nipple.

“F-Faster, please, Stefano!” Taylor cried out, gripping the sheets.

Gripping Taylor by her hips, I began pounding my dick inside her pussy, making her have no choice but to take it. I then became mesmerized by the sight of her breast bouncing up and down. Just watching her moan from below me had my stomach tighten and my balls grow heavy.

“You make me want to cum so hard, baby.” I moaned, feeling my orgasm approaching.

“Yes! Please do it. Cum for me.” She moaned, rubbing her clit. “I’m going to cum too.”

While I was pounding her tight pussy she clenched around me, and her body started shaking as her orgasm waved through her. Feeling her walls clench around me like a bear trap, I groaned, releasing inside the contraceptive.

Heavily breathing, I rolled over to the side of her as I stared up at the ceiling. It took me a minute to recover my strength and energy, but when I turned to say something to Taylor, I found out she was already asleep. Smirking, I got out of bed and headed to my bathroom for a shower. When I finished, I walked towards the living room to make a call but not before noticing Taylor’s purse on the floor.

I bet she wouldn’t mind if I took a peek.

Picking up her purse from the floor, I immediately find her ID card.

Hmm, Taylor Rogers. Cute name.

Setting her purse on the table, I grabbed my phone and called my most excellent hacker, my cousin Sandro.

𝗦𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗿𝗼 - 𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝖲𝗍𝖾𝖿𝖺𝗇𝗈?

𝗦𝘁𝗲𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗼 - 𝖨𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗌𝗌?

𝗦𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗿𝗼 - 𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗍?

𝗦𝘁𝗲𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗼 - 𝖢𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗒 𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍?

𝗦𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗿𝗼 - 𝖶𝗁𝗒?

𝗦𝘁𝗲𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗼 - 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗄𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝖾.

𝗦𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗿𝗼 - 𝖠𝗅𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖾, 𝖨'𝗆 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗒.

𝗦𝘁𝗲𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗼 -𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍.

𝗦𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗿𝗼 - 𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋.

Hanging up, I sat in the living room and waited for Sandro to arrive.

Within thirty minutes, I hear a knock on the door. There was no doubt that it was Sandro, so I opened the door.

“What’s the name?” He asked as I handed him her ID.

“Taylor Rogers,” I replied, and he looked at noticing I was in nothing but a pair of sweatpants.

“She’s asleep already?” Sandro jokingly asked.

“Don’t worry about that. Get Taylor’s background information and return that to me tomorrow.” I said, grinning at him.

Sandro shakes his head but nods as he walks away. As I laid in bed I smirked thinking that I’ll finally be able to have la mia regina by my side.

𝗧𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀

𝗧𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗲 - 𝖳𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌

𝗟𝗮 𝗺𝗶𝗮 𝗿𝗲𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮 - 𝖬𝗒 𝖰𝗎𝖾𝖾𝗇

[ignyxdaughter]

𝐀 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐏 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

(𝐦𝐨𝐛 𝐛𝐨𝐬𝐬! 𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 / 𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨 𝐱 𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬)

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status: ongoing

prologue - part I

prologue - part II

chapter I - golden star

chapter II - trapped

chapter III - revenge

chapter IV - new sweet home

chapter V - the hunt

chapter VI - hate bomb

chapter VII - trust

chapter VIII - cherries

chapter IX - streets

chapter X - talk

chapter XI - born to die

chapter XII - robot

chapter XIII - beautiful

chapter XIV - desire