#mafia rp

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Carmen X influencer reader

Warning, Manipulation, smothering, mention of smut, mention of murder

summary: Carmen really does take after his mother 

After being kidnapped, you threaten Carmen by pointing out that if you didn’t make regular and consistent updates on your normal social media accounts, someone would notice your absence. This would put pressure on Carmen and either force them to let you go or allow you to make those updates, where you could use one of the telltale signs you had previously mentioned on your TikTok to alert others of your situation.

While initially amused at your attempts to threaten him, Carmen became more and more intrigued by watching your daily activities on TikTok. His curiosity got the better of him, as he couldn't resist diving into the seemingly trivial details of your life. As he watched, he became increasingly fascinated by your everyday actions and routines.

It was only a matter of time before the cute act gave way to more sinister intentions…

When Carmen watched the specific video where you had mentioned that you would immediately make a video about how much you hated your brothers' twins if you ever got kidnapped, their first reaction was a slight chuckle. The irony of the situation was amusing to Carmen, given how often you had praised your brothers' twins in other videos. However, the video also sparked a darker thought in Carmen's mind.

The question that was now plaguing Carmen was, "What would your community do if they found out about the truth behind your brothers' twins?"

The fact that all of them are now very much dead

When Carmen visited again and allowed you to make TikTok videos, he had secretly enabled a few settings behind your back. Every single video you made would now need his approval before it could be shared with the rest of the world. This meant he would have the power to decide which videos of yours got to see the light of day.

This put Carmen in the position of controlling what your online community got to see, as he was the one who would have to give the final go ahead before your videos could be made public.

When Carmen finally relented and allowed you to continue making TikToks under his watch, the experience was much different than what you had anticipated. Instead of him threatening you and rushing you into something, he give you a whole wing of his house and only occasionally asked for your cooperation and company.

Your viewers, however, didn't suspect anything and were curious about the odd changes in decor. Some people even inquired if you had moved to a new location. The truth was hidden in plain sight, and no one had a clue what was really going on.

You're a little perplexed by Carmen's behaviour at first. When he had first kidnapped you, he had made it clear that he wanted your attention and affection, but he wasn't rushing you into

anything...yet. However, soon, he did force you to spend time with him, such as cuddling on the couch with snacks

In one of your recent videos, he even made a subtle appearance, although his face wasn't visible. You could tell he was a man based on his boots, and it was clear that Carmen wanted everyone to know you were his property.

While Carmen may have seemed like a fool at times, he was quite clever and knew how to maintain his secrecy. He was well aware that, due to the nature of his job, many people would come after you if he were to randomly show up on your social media page. This is why he presented you with a proposal one day.

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"My dear," Carmen proclaimed as he gently grasped your chin and tilted your head up to face him. Your hands were gripped tightly in fists at your side, a sign of your frustration and mounting anger.

" I have a small proposal, I'm sure you'll find it reasonable," he continued with a patronizing smile.

You thought it was outrageous that he thought you would accept any of his proposals at this point. He had already made you behave as though you loved him, which was more than enough.

" I find nothing you do reasonable; I don't know why you think I should."

He smirked at your response before adding, " Well, I believe it is only fair to mention that your most recent video has gained quite a bit of positive traction. Would you like to know the cause behind it?"

Seeing the reactions to his subtle presence in the background, Carmen realized that even with just a glimpse, your viewers figured out that it was a man and he must’ve be your boyfriend

" All they needed was my boot in the back of your video, and they were able to put it all together," he stated, smirking.

" What are you going to tell your audience?" he asked, his tone becoming more serious. " We both know you're going to have to do the right thing."

The so-called "right thing" wasn't your own decision. It was Carmen’s, and he would make that decision for you. You already knew that there was no way out of this situation. Your social media account was your only link to the outside world; you didn't want it revoked. Consequently, you did whatever Carmen told you to do, regardless of what it meant or how much it went against your own values and beliefs.

As Carmen was one to cook dinner for you whenever he could, this particular evening was no different. You decided to take a video as the perfect opportunity to provide more "evidence" that you were alright and everything was fine. Of course, you were anything but fine, but you didn't exactly have any other options.

Sitting on the countertop, you recorded Carmen's hands as he chopped up vegetables. With the use of careful camerawork and positioning, you managed to ensure that his face didn't appear in the video.

He had already made it clear what would happen if you decided to put his face in a video — your punishment and the subsequent harm that you would face would be considerable, and the danger wouldn't solely stem from Carmen himself. That was enough of a warning to ensure your compliance.

The caption for your video read, " Well, you guys are quite some detectives," and the text overlay over the video featured Carmen slicing vegetables read, " At least one of us is a good cook. "

Carmen himself viewed the recording multiple times prior to it being published, ensuring that it contained nothing that jeopardized the ruse and only reinforced the image of everything being alright.

Well that, and he couldn’t deny the growing bulge in his pants the first time he had watched it you never really complimented him, but you putting it out for all your followers to see was good enough Painting his screen and white before he even published it. Oh, if only it was your pretty face on that screen.

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As you continued to share more of your life's updates on your social media accounts, your audience grew more fascinated by the apparent relationship between you and Carmen. They flooded your comment section with remarks about how lucky you were to have such an amazing and charming partner, and Carmen began to appear in your content more often.

Indeed, people would complain when he wasn’t featured in your uploads, and eventually, you solely stuck to providing brief glimpses of Carmen via camera angles which did not include his face or any identifying features.

An overwhelming number of your content updates depicted Carmen undertaking a variety of small tasks. He would cook meals for you, prepare and run baths, cuddle you when he was at home, and attempt to engulf himself in your scent and scent alone.

Indeed, Carmen was constantly surrounded by death and decay in his work. Being near something that embodied the complete opposite — peace, warmth, and comfort — was something he craved desperately.

One of your uploads seemed to entice your viewers most, in particular, due to Carmen's "deep green eyes." During said video, he was cuddling with you, which was not something you enjoyed in the slightest. In fact, he was constantly enveloping you, and that was truly insufferable. Indeed, when Carmen was out on a mission, you considered it to be a relief and the absolute best thing in the world, allowing you to breathe and relax.

The sheer volume of positive feedback and praise from your viewers started to get to you; perhaps Carmen wasn't as terrible as you believed he was. Certainly, he had taken the lives of a few innocent individuals and....the twins....never mind that.

Your viewers also believed him to be a good person who meant you no harm, and the general consensus was that Carmen was harmless and harmless alone

As you progressively began to feature Carmen in your videos slightly more frequently, he would whisper certain things to you; such as how cute it'll be or what a wonderfully endearing moment it would make for the channel. You now recognized that a specific smile or expression on his face meant that it was time for you to begin filming because it would be ideal content for your channel.

That didn't mean Carmen wanted everything documented though. Carmen often wanted to simply hold you, cover you in kisses, or keep you pinned down to the bed depending on his mood.

It felt like you were constantly being smothered by Carmen. Everything, he constantly wanted you all to himself. And even though you cared about him, you needed space. But it kept feeling like it wouldn't matter what you did, everything you said would lead him to act possessive. And you decided enough was enough. So you took out your camera and started filming, even though you weren't sure how it was going to go over, it was something that needed to be done

. Carmen held your waist as you announced to your channel that you would no longer be posting and that you needed a time to think about yourself and your life. His arms squeezed a bit tighter, a small warning. You added on and spoke about your love life, admitting that you felt like you hadn’t been able to connect with your boyfriend as much as you would like to. As a conclusion, you thanked your viewers for understanding and left the video with another hug from Carmen, even if it wasn’t genuine.

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Red Ties

Chapter 34

Mary, a sweet Christian girl living in the city of Brooklyn as a nurse had a simple life. She loved her work, her friends and attending church every Sunday and helping Reverend McCarthy. Her life was nothing out of the ordinary. However, it all changed one day when she bumps into the intriguing and intimidating James Barnes, Brooklyn’s notorious mafia boss and is introduced to a world of guns, lust and dominance.

Warnings: BDSM, Dom/Sub, Mafia, Violence, Gang, SMUT, Sex, Possessive Bucky, Overprotectiveness, Bondage, Sexual Themes, Dark Themes, Guns, Drugs, Gang Violence

James paced in the small church office, his phone pressed hard against his ear as he listened to the never-ending ringing. He was trying to get through to Mary, but at the third attempt at calling and getting no further than her voicemail box, he sighed heavily and dropped his phone. He had well and truly messed up this time. John was slumped in his desk chair, having just witnessed the look of terror on Mary's face and the realisation of who he was. 

"You need to go find her," James ordered John, who scowled up at him.

"Me, your the one who decided to bring the shipment here," he aruged, and James growled as he stormed over, towering over the reverend. 

"She'll listen to you; she won't answer my calls," he snapped, and John stood, almost meeting James's gaze. 

"Not now; she won't. She's trusted me her whole life, and now, after what she's seen today, she'll never want to speak or even come close to me. I told you not to fuck this up, James," he argued, and James groaned. John was right. He fucking hated it when he was right.

It was his idea to bring the guns over to the church, having thought that no one would be attending on a Friday afternoon, and with Steve on watch, it was the perfect opportunity to bring them in. John was going to store them in the back until the transaction between James and the small business requiring them had been completed. 

Everyone around John was the kindest reverend to the city of New York; his ears were always open for discussion and support. He was the heart and soul of this church, giving his time and money to it. A Christian at heart. However, like many other people in this city, he had a dark secret and a past, and frankly, he wasn't ashamed. Growing up in the mafia world, he never expected to become a reverend for the church. Guaratee, it was the perfect cover story—not that he was faking any ounce of his faith in God.

His family growing up was heavily religious, and his father took him to church every Sunday for service. It was at the mature age of twelve that his father revealed who they really were. A family of power and money, although the fasade they kept up made others think otherwise. At the age of sixteen, he witnessed his first murder in front of him. a sleezy guy with no remorse, and yet John himself felt nothing for him. 

He was destined to grow up in this world and become who his father was. But he didn't want to. not at first. he refused. said he didn't want to get involved in shit like that. His father only gave him a soft pat on the shoulder to relax him, which was inevitable. And from that point on, his life grew further and further into the dangerous world of violence, power, and dominance.

But he didn't want to look back on his faith. He didn't want to be a walking sin. He had spent too long praying to God, day and night, for his spot in heaven. It was as if an angel had come down to him one night and placed a pale hand on his shoulder, a sign that he should join him. He told his father of his plan to become a reverend and had expected him to laugh, throw a fit of anger, and scream and shout at his son. But he didn't. Instead, he nodded. 

"If that's what needs to be done, then so be it." If becoming a reverend was going to help him with this life he was leading up to, then he had his father's respect. He wasn't ashamed of the things he'd done in the past, and sometimes he wished he was, but God was here with him now, and the only person he would let judge him would be him. He could never escape this life, and there was no point sitting and moping and praying for forgiveness when he knew he'd never receive it. So he found a balance. His love for the church and the community, and his attention to the dangerous life built for him by his bloodline.

But there was one thing he never wanted, and that was for Mary to find out. His father and James's father knew each other well, and since both their passings, James and John have come to know each other. John was much older than James and almost treated him like a son. When James came to him that afternoon, a day after meeting the sweet girl, he warned him not to mention anything about knowing him. If Mary ever found out he was involved in the deep, dark world of organised crime, she'd never come to church again, and he prided himself on offering his services to those who needed them. He was a good friend to her family, close with her father and mother, and promised to look after her while she was here. 

and James had messed up. 

"Fuck, you're right," he hated admitting defeat, but for once he knew he had fucked up. Mary had stormed off, and she didn't even want to speak to him. All he wanted was a chance to explain. But what would he explain? How did he know John longer than she did? How did he decide to bring over a shipment of guns into the sacred church? John was involved in his crimes and had his own history of organised crime. It was a sticky situation, one that he wasn't going to get out of very easily. 

Sam and Steve were stadning silently against the wall, watching as James paced himself to madness around the office. The guns still needed to be unloaded and placed in the very back. The two of them looked at each other, giving them the same look as James furiosously typed in a number on his phone. 

"Ned, it's me. I need you to do me a favour; I need you to track a phone," he ordered, as Ned typed in the background. 

"What's the number?" He didn't ask for any details or explanations; it wasn't his place. As James gave out Mary's number, Steve and Sam gave each other another look, this time with wider eyes and a huff. They were in no position to argue with the boss right now, so they stayed silent. James wasn't going to let this go until he saw Mary, and with the city being so big, he'd never find her on foot. It was only a matter of seconds before Ned pinged over her location, and he rushed out of the office. 

"You two get those in the back now; I'll be back later," he glanced at John before storming down the asile, the voice of the reverend calling out behind him. 

"Don't fuck this up!" he yelled, and James didn't turn; he just headed on out. 

Mary sighed softly as she dragged herself across the sidewalk, hugging her cold arms as the sun went in, leaving the sky grey and cloudy. She had been walking for what felt like hours, and as she glanced around the city, she hadn't a clue where she ended up. Looking up at the street signs, she realised she was far from home and wished she had gotten in her car before storming off. But she was just so mad, so angry, that all she could do was walk away and not look back. 

Her feet were aching, and she was dehydrated. Coming to a stop, she looked up to see she had stopped in front of a dark bar, the door wide open with loud music blaring inside. She was desperate for a drink, so she stepped inside, cuddling herself further as she wandered into the darkness. She had never been in a bar before. Alcohol wasn't her thing. There were several wooden tables around the bar floor and a couple of booths at the back, along with bar stools at the front bar. 

It was dead inside, with only two people. One sat at the bar, a man who looked middle-aged with dark, short hair and slightly wrinkled eyes. The other was a lot older and sat in the corner with at least five empty glasses around him as he stared up at the small TV playing a football game. He was pissed but kept to himself. 

Mary padded up to the bar, slipping into one of the high seats, and placed her bag on top. Her phone buzzed, and she groaned as she saw it was James. He had called her three times now, but she didn't want to speak to him. She needed time. She slammed her phone down into her bag after hanging up on his call and ran her hands through her bushy hair. 

Recently, it felt like every time they took a step forward, they took two steps back. First his surprise confession that he was a mafia lord and a BDSM master, then his jealosuy and threat towards Peter, and now his connection to Reverend McCarthy. The last one seemed to top them all. She felt betrayed that the one man she trusted the most, having gone to him for years with her faith and problems, was a man like James. involved in crime and murder, and yet he was supposed to be a religious man, a man devoting his life to God. However, she now realises that things aren't always what they seem. A man says he's one thing when he's actually something else. 

The young barman came to her, leaning across with a kind smile. His arms were thick with tattoos, and he had a dazzling smile, dark hair, and a button shirt that was open at the collar. 

"What would you like, Miss?" he said kindly, and Mary sighed. 

"Just some juice, please," she answered sadly as she turned and looked over at the man not too far from her. He sipped on a small glass of brown liquid and a lime wedge, accompanied by ice and a stirrer. He sipped it well and looked over at her with a smile. Mary never drank alcohol, and yet something inside her was yelling at her to try it. Why the fuck not? After everything she's been through, she deserves to let loose and relax. 

"Actually, I'll have one of those," she says nervously to the drink in the man's hand, and the barman nods, turning to fix one up for her. ' Fuck it, she thought. After all these years, she can't trust the one man she thought she could always trust. Was anything he said true? time for a change. 

"You like old-fashioned," the guy said across from her, and Mary gave a shrug. 

"I've never had one," she admitted, and the man raised his brows in surprise. 

"Really, well, you're missing out. Barman, another for me as well." The man stood and scooted over to sit next to Mary. He was large and much older than her. He had dark hair that was turning grey in some areas, a crooked nose and lips, and saggy cheekbones. His hands were big with studdy fingers, unlike James's long, slender ones that made her body tingle just thinking about them. But now wasn't the time to think of him. 

"What's your name, darling?" Mary slightly cringed at the pet name but offered a kind smile. 

"Mary," she answered.

"I'm Mike; nice to meet you," he held out his hands, and Mary politely took it, shaking his. 

"So what brings you here?" He asked, and Mary sighed. Right now, she didn't even care who she was talking to, just as long as it wasn't James or John. 

"I had an argument with someone, and I just needed to let some steam off," she admitted. 

"I'm sorry to hear that. Alcohol is very good at letting out steam. What's your go-to?".

"My go-to?" she asked curiously with furrowed brows. 

"Yeah, your go-to drink?" he asked. He had a slight hint of cigarettes on his breath, and the yellowness on his fingers was confirmed. His jacket was creased and his shirt was ruffled, but Mary was taught never to judge a book by its cover. He was offering a sympathetic ear, and that was enough. 

"Oh well, I never drink, normally. But I think I've had a change of heart. And like you said, it seems to blow off steam well." She smiled, and he chuckled.

"Absolutely," the barman placed two glasses of old fashion in front of them, and a small napkin slipped across. Mary picked up the drink nervously, and Mike took his, holding it up. 

"Cheers," he said, and she clinked her drink with his. In an easy gulp, the man swallowed his breath as if it were water. Mary took the tiniest sip, which was enough for her to cough and splutter. The taste was strong, the alcohol hitting her brain instantly, and Mike couldn't help but laugh. 

"First time is always the hardest," Mary coughed still, wiping at her mouth. The taste was so strong that she couldn't take another sip for a moment, and she wondered how James could swig this stuff down like it was water. 

"That's so strong," she said, holding a hand to her chest. but the voice inside her screamed to take more, and after a couple more sips, her palete became adjusted to its bitterness. It wasn't long before alcohol hit her stream and her hands began to feel fuzzy and tingly, like she had sat on them for so long and they had gone dead.

Mike and Mary sat, talking and listening to one another. He sipped on his old-fashioned as Mary gassed on about being a nurse and a Christian and how she had never drunk alcohol before, the words soon becoming a slur as the alcohol took over. It was her first time drinking, and she was going to be on the floor soon. Mike had slipped closer to her, his horrible breath reeking over her as he nodded along to her voice, his eyes gazing into hers. But Mary was obvlious; the alcohol was having a big effect on her, and Mike was glad about it. His hand slipped a couple of times onto her knee, and Mary passed it off with a giggle as she adjusted herself on the stool. 

Two more rounds of old-fashioneds came, and Mary was pissed. She giggled and hiccuped, and her head lolled to the side as she stared over at him, asking what he does. Right now, she wasn't thinking about James; she wasn't thinking about John. She wasn't thinking about anything. She was just enjoying the moment. 

although the last sip of her drink made her wobble in her chair, and the barman looked over cautiously as he wiped down glasses. Even in her drunken state, Mary knew she needed to stop, and the darkness outside told her what time it was. 

"I should really get going," she announced as she pulled her purse out to pay for the drinks. Mike placed a rough hand on top of hers, stopping her, and pulled out a black credit card, handing it over to the barman. 

"My treat!" he grinned, but the grin was rather uncomfortable. crooked yellow teeth with dark stains in between. Mary jumped from the stool and stumbled out of the bar, a soft giggle as she began to make her way home, Mike close in her tracks. 

"Here, let me take you home," he offered, and Mary shook her head. 

"No, no, it's fine; I live so far away." She brushed off his request, but Mike stepped in front of her. 

"Come on, we can have some fun," he growled softly, as if he were trying to sound sexy, but Mary shook her head. 

"Oh no, I don't think we should." Her voice slightly trailed off as she stumbled across the sidewalk, falling into an alley beside the bar. Mike stumbled in with her, pushing her against the wall, and Mary whimpered. The alcohol was still there; however, her head was beginning to clear. 

"Come on, baby, I can make you feel good," he whispered, and Mary turned her head as he tried to kiss her, his rich breath falling on her, and she gagged. 

"No, Mike, this isn't." Her words were cut off as he gripped her jaw tightly, forcing her face into his, and he slammed his lips on hers. She squealed against him, fighting against his heavy body, and in a desperate attempt at escape, she bit down hard. 

"Fuck, you fucking bitch," he growled as he pulled back, his lip bleeding. His rough hands grabbed her and threw her to the ground, throwing her into the concrete and beside a puddle. Mary screamed as she hit the floor hard, her arm landing on a pile of broken glass and sliding into her skin. Just her luck, she would land straight on it. Mike growled with fury as he stepped towards her, but a scuffle could only be heard next. 

"Get your fucking hands off her." That voice could be recognised anywhere, even in her drunken state. 

James glared into Mike with fury, his lips hard and his hands gripping the collars of his open shirt, holding him against the wall. He was much taller than Mike, who was currently squirming beneath his grip. He growled back at James, his blood running down his chin. 

"Get your hands off me, asshole.".

"If you ever touch her again, if you even come near her again, I will fucking kill you." James's voice was low and meancing, with no onuce of volume but deadliness. Mike's glare turned into horror as he stared up at James, who held him firmly to the wall. 

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" He tried to free himself from the deadly grip, but James only shoved him harder into the wall. 

"I'm her boyfriend. You don't want to cross me," he warned, and with a quick swipe, he showed the gun tucked in his belt. Mike whimpered and slid down the hall, desperate to escape, as James finally released him and watched as he ran like a scared puppy. 

Mary groaned as she knelt up, looking down at her bleeding arm. "Shit," she swore. The alcohol must have taken over again because she never swore in her whole life, and the word had left her lips like it had been waiting to for many years. James rushed over to help her up, his arms hooking under hers to pull her from the floor. 

"Here, let me help," he said softly as he brought Mary to her feet. Her knees were scraped, her dress was ruined, and her hair was a wild mess. Her eyes were barely open as her drunkenness became apparent to James, and he could smell the alcohol on her. 

"I'm fine." She tried to pull away, but James held a firm grip on her, inspecting her arm. 

"Come on, let's go home," he ordered as he walked her out of the alley. His car was just parked outside the bar. Ned had given him the location of the bar, and he was so glad he had left when he did; otherwise, he may not have gotten there in time. It scared him to think about what could have happened to Mary had he not turned up, and it scared Mike to death. He was certain he wasn't going to see him again, and if he did, he would most certainly hurt him for hurting Mary.

"I don't need you to take me home; I can go there myself." Her words were a slur, and she could barely hold herself up. Despite knowing she was furious with him, he wasn't going to let her go home on her own in this state. 

"Have you been drinking?" he asked with furrowed brows. 

"Just one; I can drink, you know," she sassed, and James sighed. She had more than one bloody drink. 

"I'm taking you home; you can't go home on your own like this," he said sternly as he brought her to his car. Blood was running down her arm and dripping onto her dress, and James didn't want the public to see her like this. 

"Oh, so you're in charge of me now," she teased, and James opened the door, ushering her in. If he weren't in this situation, he would have turned around and said yes, with sexy eyes and a kiss to her throat. But right now, all that mattered was getting her home safe and cleaning her up. James slipped into the driver's seat and reached over to get her seatbelt, but she battered him away. 

"I can do it," she snapped as she tried to grab the belt, but her hands were so numb to the point they slipped, and she giggled, trying to find the belt again, but she wasn't anywhere near it. James reached over with one swift move and tugged the belt, buckling her in. If she wasn't hurt right now, he'd take her over his knee and spank her back to sobriety. 

Mary sighed and dropped her head against the seat. The car roared to life, and he powered down the road. 

"I'm mad at you," she murmured, and James stared forward.

"I know," he said softly back. 

"You know, I was just a normal Christian girl before I bumped into you; I was so innocent, and now my whole life has just been thrown upwards like a ball. like a football. or a basketball. And now I'm a mafia kingpins girlfriend who does crazy hot kinky stuff, which I enjoy." James couldn't help the smirk reach his lips at the last sentence. Perhaps drunken Mary was something he wanted to see more often. At least she was honest. 

"I'm sorry," he said, and he meant it. He didn't want to keep thinking like this. Where had their sweet honeymoon phase gone? It seemed to have ended so quickly. but, like they say, it doesn't last forever. 

"Don't be sorry; I like when you bring out those things you call toys," she murmured as her eyes closed and James chuckled. He wasn't saying sorry for the kinky shit; he meant for the fact that he had fucked up again. Now that he had it on record, she admitted to liking the kinky life. but that wasn't the focus of this. 

Instead of saying anymore, it was more important to get her home cleaned up. Her arm was bleeding, and she was cold and wet. James pulled into the driveway and raced around the car to help Mary out. She stumbled along the stone driveway, clinging onto his arm as he pulled her inside, and she hissed at the sudden pain in her arm. She was turning into a tired, drunk state now and could barely keep her eyes open. 

"Mary, just step up." James became slightly frustrated as she slipped on the steps, giggling and rolling about as he tried to get her up. She was making no effort to step up, and in a huff of inpatience, James threw her over his shoulder and carried her up. It was like battling a stubborn child. 

After a battle of getting her into some dry and warm pjyamas, the next task of cleaning her arm came. He held her arm steady in his firm grip as he pulled out tiny pieces of glass wedged in her skin, dropping them into a small bowl he found in the bathroom. 

"Oww. I don't know how you can do this all day long," she slurred as she sat cross-legged in front of him on the bed. James furrowed his brows at her in confusion. 

"What do you mean?" he asked, pulling the last piece of glass out of her arm. 

"I'm sure you've had your fair share of injuries over the years. Plus the drinking. That stuff is vile. I knew I should have stopped at one," James chuckled softly. Why is Mary so confident and sassy when she's drunk? She was right, though; he had had his fair share of injuries. none of them as easy as picking out glass. A couple slugs here and there, and a knife wound to his leg. The drinking—well, he started at the age of sixteen, so it was like second nature to him. He didn't dignify her question with an answer as he wrapped her arm in a tight bandage. 

"Come on, you need some rest and to sleep this off," he gently ordered as he pulled back the covers for her. 

"You know, I wish I could ignore you sometimes. perhaps the day we met. But you make it so hard, and I can't help but want more of you. Even if you are a mafia, whatever it is, you call yourself," she slipped in the covers, burying herself deep in the pillows as James wrapped her in the warm duvet. He stared at her from above, silent in his own world. 

She knew he was bad for her, and yet she couldn't resist him. She wanted him just as much as he wanted her. 

"You're like the devil sometimes. So tempting and sexy and hot and handsome. Even right now, I'm thinking about you," she mumbled into the pillow as sleep began to take over. James smiled, sitting on the edge of the bed, stroking her head softly until he heard faint snores. Without getting in the covers, he turned on his side, draped his arm over her, and pressed himself against her, his face nuzzling the back of her head. 

"So am I"

Chapter 35

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[dia-smthidk]

*i'm reading a magazine with my feet on the counter as i hear the door open, the bell ringing. I lift my head and see that it's you and grin.*

"If it isn't the field leader, What can i do for you?"

-@arms-dealer-anon

“I’ve got a meetup with an old ‘friend’, and they’re kinda…hard headed at times”

[mafia-onimusha]

[Byxell appears at Onis window]

Howdy, I assume Xyp made a visit

@mafia-bixell

"So your friend did send the message. Hm."

*He would say, standing up from his desk as prepared a chair as Nacho would hop on his shoulder as he returned to his desk chair*

"Have a seat."

[mafia-moshie]

(Context)

"Woah..." Kay just stared at the new Floffis for a moment, "I... didn't think they could have two colors... none of the others do... and it's all gradient looking.." Kay started to think aloud a bit. She found it really cool, it was interesting, but she was confused. What confused her even more, was that Moshie also seemed confused.

"I... I didn't think so either... If there are multiple emotions... it's always resulted in more than one floffis... Never mixed colors..."`

Moshie opened their arms to the floffis and it slowly trotted over a shy then let itself be picked up and placed in moshie's lap*

"...Mango...? Strange... They don't feel like any of the other floffis emotions..."`

[iwasateenagenosferatu]

Vito and Aldo 🖤🤌 -

Original Characters (Mobsters in love)

Vito Trepani & Aldo Morelli

Francesca "Frankie" Morelli

Max "The Bat" Pagliacci

From the diary of Vito Trepani, December 1945:

Aldo Morelli, my best bud. Smooth talker, ladies' man, everything I ain't. But then things got complicated. Our friendship started feeling more like something else,

I tried playing it Bogart, but Aldo saw right through me.

“Just come here” he growled. And then he kissed me.

Excerpts from Santiago Stracci testimony - 1958:

Vito Trepani, now there's a guy who's as complex as they come. He's got a mind like a steel trap, always calculating, always planning his next move. But underneath that tough exterior beats the heart of a hopeless romantic.

See, Vito never had much of a family growing up, but the Estacado Family has given him a home, a place where he belongs. And they've also given him an outlet for all that rage that simmers just below the surface.

But don't let his violent tendencies fool you, Vito's got a soft spot a mile wide, especially when it comes to matters of the heart. He's a sucker for a good love story, always dreaming of finding the kind of love he's never known.

Aldo Morelli, he's built like a brick wall, perfect for the jobs Angelo Boccino throws his way. But you know what really sets Aldo apart? His bond with his sister, Francesca. They're as thick as thieves, those two. She's his world, and he'd do anything for her. It's a beautiful thing, really, seeing how much they care for each other in our line of work.

Francesca "Frankie" Morelli, Aldo's little sister, is a firecracker, let me tell you. She's the kind of dame who could charm the devil himself with that smile of hers. But don't let her looks fool you, she's got brains to match, and she's not afraid to use 'em.

Frankie's always looking out for her big brother, Aldo. Most nights, you'll find her patching him up when he stumbles home from work, a real mother hen, that one. She's tough as nails, but she's got a heart of gold, especially when it comes to family.

But let me tell you, she's no pushover. Frankie's got a mouth on her that could make a sailor blush, and she's not afraid to speak her mind. She's a handful, that's for sure, but she's also fiercely loyal and would do anything for the ones she loves.

I just wrote my first tumblr slash fiction at 30.

[busycucumbermelon]

Come on, just paint one thing for me?…please love.

 Summary: The man was determined to have a painting no matter what, and once he received one, he would always cherish it no matter the meaning. It would be a true treasure to him and a reminder of his ownership of the girl who created it.

 Warning: obsessive, delusional

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Carmen gave you the north wing of his house, which is comprised of four rooms: a kitchen, a bathroom, an art room, and a bedroom. Carmen gave you a few days to make these rooms your own before sharing everything with him. Obviously, your room would always be exclusively yours, but he could enter at his discretion.

He made sure that every window would be bulletproof, making it impossible for anyone to open them, both from the inside and outside. Occasionally, he would take you out of the room and air it out, knowing that your request to do so was likely just a ploy. It's a method he would have used if he was in the same situation, assuming that he was as innocent as you were in such a scenario.

But after the first time you asked him to air out the room, you decided not to do it for around two weeks. Anytime Carmen came in, you would either be sitting in bed or cooking food in the kitchen, making Carmen sad as you never painted anything for him. However, as you were still adjusting to your new environment, he felt it would be rude if he rushed you with a request to paint something for him, as he was sure it would eventually happen once you noticed how in love the two of you are, even though you already were well in Carmen’s mind at least 

Except at first, nothing significant really happens except for an increase in the amount of time you stay in your room and starting to go into a bit of a depression. This prompts Carmen to start spending nights in bed with you, initially just laying on the other side of the bed and picking up after you. But as time goes on and his patience begins to wear out, he starts doing small things like taking you out of your room to watch a movie together or have a day out. He even goes as far as hiring a team of professional cleaners to help tidy up your room.

During that time he’d show you how much the two of you were really in love. 

Instead of the two of you sitting apart with snacks in between, you sit pressed up close together and have snacks in front of you. If anything is out of your reach, Carmen will quickly grab it for you. He likes to be in control, which makes him feel like he can protect you better. In addition to that, Carmen also pushed you a bit more every day. After one week of movie nights and cuddling, he decided that he needed more attention and you weren't allowed to sleep in your own bed. This meant that you had to walk across the house to Carmen‘s room if you wanted to take a nap or anything. Unless you wanted to spend time with Carmen. that meant the only other room you could relax and let your guard down was in was your art room.

Carmen got the best of the best art supplies - various paintbrushes, canvases, easels, and sketchbooks. He knew that some artists don't use sketchbooks, but he got them just in case. As time went on, his bodyguards began to report that you were spending more and more time in your room, Carmen got super excited at this news.

Even though Carmen has gained a deep appreciation for art, there's still a slightly bitter taste in his mouth whenever he thinks about it. Although he enjoys it, he won't personally pick up a paint brush or a pencil to create it himself, since it brings him back to his childhood - a time which wasn't bad, but it still had its ups and downs. Despite that, right now, he's happy to have you, his sweet little dove, to provide for and live a lavish life with.

To avoid boredom, Carmen would sometimes spar with you or work on paperwork, never telling you what it was about. Instead, he would tell you that your fragile mind "shouldn't be burdened with such scary things like that." He even went as far as to say, "Who knows what would happen to you if you knew, but if you're really that worried, you could paint me something, for my legacy. You know, just in case."

After your brief conversation about his work, Carmen grew more and more hooked on you and your art. Whenever he came into the art room to find you sitting on the floor or mixing paint, he would ask if you're painting something for him. Even during your movie nights together, he'd occasionally ask if you are painting something for him. Eventually, you got annoyed at this constant question and finally decided to paint something, not for him, but for yourself.

Every time the question of your painting was brought up, every time you remembered your scenario, every time Carmen held you down for a movie, or curled up against you in bed, you decided to paint something - anything - to help you remember, remember before this. You decided on your painting being inspired by one of the places you wished to travel to so badly. It was an attempt to not forget and to create something you could cherish, even if only for a moment.

There was a castle in the background, with a greenhouse near the front, which was surrounded by lush trees and various flowers. Everything seemed to have grown to the fullest extent, except for a fog that floated through the area. Inside the greenhouse was a woman, with her hand pressed against the glass, desperately trying to escape. This was how you felt for nearly every moment, except when you were painting. In that moment, you felt truly free, perhaps even happier than anything else you had experienced.

Carmen knew what the purpose the painting served: it was meant to be a slap in his face. However, he still chose to hang it up in his office.

He would approach you from behind, hugging you whenever you were unaware. He laid his head on your shoulder and slowly rock back and forth as you both did various activities. He wished for you to open up to him and explain to him what your piece of art meant and why it was so significant.

“Hello my love," he would often hum lightly in your ear. You would attempt to respond firmly and tell him to leave you be, but your voice would always crack. Carmen would always respond with a chuckle and claim that he just wanted to know what you were painting or hear you speak. You would insist on being left alone to continue working but Carmen constantly attempting to persuade you to explain the meaning of your paintings. Carmen would claim that perhaps this next piece would be displayed in the dining room so you two could see it together during dinner.

Every day, Carmen would approach you in your art room, intent on hearing every explanation you gave regarding your paintings. It was clear that he was obsessive about you. He never allowed you to venture beyond your space on that floor, making your art room your whole world. Although painting was your precious escape, Carmen's obsession gradually intruded on that space. In time, you would come to realize your love for him. Carmen knew he needed time to wear you down until you were aware of your affection for him.

At some point, your resolve might break, particularly with the constant pressure from those around you, claiming how perfect Carmen is. They believed that you two are a perfect match together. For now, Carmen could deal with what he currently had with you, but he was confident that eventually, you would come to realize your feelings for him and love him as much as he loved you.

[mafia-rabid-mercenary2]

[Fast Foward To Seeing Dia Unconscious]

Look Rabid I was able to take a peak through the lock and see Dia was unconscious, I slipped under the door and I tried EVERYTHING I knew to try to get him up but nothing [@#!٪&¿#] worked! God Dammit I should've known he was doing something suspicious with those viles.

“…hey norman..do me a favor and get my med kit…and let everyone know we have an emergency…”

[m!rabid stared at día before approaching feeling a sense of Deja-vu..]

[angelicnymph]

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!Mafia Boyfriend Suguru who grip you by your neck and pressing you to his chest arching your back and then making you take a puff of his blünt and then release you, letting you flat on the bed still p0unding into you while giving you repeated sp@nkings.

"So fücking tight, don't I fück you enough ? Huh? Angelcünt."

!Mafia Boyfriend Suguru who flips you on your back and scatter cocc@!ne on your sternum and inhale the toxin from your chest, then proceeds to sück on your n!pples while maintaining eye contact with you with his red eye.

!Mafia Boyfriend Suguru who has a whole red room with multiple t0ys for you both to try.

!Mafia Boyfriend Suguru who is dom asf and refuses that you top him.

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"I love worshipping every inch of my woman and every inch of the ground she walks on"

!Mafia Boyfriend Suguru who has hard kinks such a kn!feplay, bl00dplay, mark!ngs, ch0k!ing.

!Mafia Boyfriend Suguru who wakes you up by eating y0u 0ut.

!Mafia Boyfriend Suguru who has a house rule that you don't wear panties around the house except when you are on your period.

!Mafia Boyfriend Suguru who is the sweetest during your period; always handling your mood swings, gives you belly rubs, cuddles you, bakes for you, cooks for you, buys your favourite snacks, buys you pads/tampons, make sure you are comfortable, watches your comfort show with your head on his chest and you hugging his warm body.

!Mafia Boyfriend Suguru who doesn't get mad when you leak on the bed, and takes you to the bathroom, bath you, cleans you, dresses you in comfy clean clothes, change the sheets and cuddles you and gives you body massages.

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!Mafia Boyfriend Suguru who always keeps you full of his cüm, dripping down your legs.

!Mafia Boyfriend Suguru who likes seeing you in sun dress with nothing under when going out claiming how sexy you look to him and how easy he has access to your everything.

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!Mafia Boyfriend Suguru who fücks you with his kn!fe handle in your püssy.

!Mafia Boyfriend Suguru who fücks your @ss with his gun when his c0ck is already inside your pu$$y.

“What if it goes off”

“We’re connected,baby. If you d!e, my d!ck gets blown to smithereens.”

!Mafia Boyfriend Suguru who gr0pes you to tease you and then smirks when you gr0pe him back leading to you both giving in to your desires.

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[mafia-kay]

There was quiet scratching at the door then a tiny orange cloud floffis squeezed Below the door frame

A Shadow cam came across the door frame and a surprisingly large dream floffis with yellow star markings

- @cake-and-kumquat

Kay just sorta looked at them. “Oh… uh.. huh. Hey there, little one, and.. other one. I have no clue how to address you.” Kay murmured the last bit, sitting up and looking at the Floffis, than walking over to the door.

[darkrpfinder]

Hello there! I'm a 20 year old (he/they) searching for long term rp partners who are preferably queer (I am trans and just generally looking for queer friends). I am in college so there might be weeks where I am a little spotty with replies, but I usually reply once a day at minimum, and I will always let you know if I cannot reply.

I am literate, and usually write 2-4 paragraphs (depending on what is happening, ie shorter paragraphs for a face-paced scene).  I prefer to do rp on discord, but I am open to something new. 18+ is a must, not just for NSFW, I just don’t feel comfortable doing rp with minors. In the event of NSFW stuff, kinks and boundaries will be discussed before anything, although I am pretty open to lots of stuff. I love slowburn, enemies to lovers, and drama. I almost always play male characters, with a few exceptions, and prefer m/m, but I am willing to negotiate.

I am open to fandom stuff, or I would love to do a D&D type setting. I can do oc x oc, canon x canon, or oc x canon, although I would prefer not to be the canon character every time. You write a canon character for my oc and I will write a canon character for your oc. Also I am absolutely willing to double up for side characters and stuff. 

Fandoms I roleplay and who I will write as, characters that I am best at have stars around them.

*Marauders* (*Remus Lupin*, James Potter, Lily Evans, possibly others feel free to ask)

*Grishaverse* (Any of the crows tbh, especially for poly crows, or ocs)

Marvel (Moon knight, *Matt Murdock*, young avengers oc)

Spiderverse (Specifically my spidersona)

*Star Wars* (I love star wars I will do any timeline or character, Bobadinluke, post 66 jedi oc, bounty hunter oc)

Dune (House Fenring oc and house Ordos oc)

Monster High (I did this once for shits and giggles, and it was so much fun, absolutely willing to negotiate scenarios)

Gravity falls (I did this once for shits and giggles, and it was so much fun, absolutely willing to negotiate scenarios)

*Percy Jackson* (books, but also would love to talk about the tv show, solangelo or ocs)

LOTR?

Mafia? (I have a mafia character if you want him)

D&D (I have so many characters, feel free to ask)

I am really open to a lot of stuff, just reach out and I am happy to negotiate

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