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You Move Like I Want To

Pairing: Vinny Mauro x Female Reader

Content Warning: 18+ MDNI!!! Porn without plot, smut, teasing, soft dom!Vinny, reader is kind of a brat, vaginal fingering, male masturbation, mutual masturbation, phone sex, facetime sex.

Word Count: 3k

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Author’s Note: All of this started from my daily Vinny post and out of pocket tag by @ovhellfire 😂 Now here is… this filthy piece of work. That’s all I have to say for myself. This was not beta’d so I apologize in advance. Enjoy 😉

Getting your boyfriend worked up was your favorite thing to do, especially when he was away on tour. The longer he was away combined with the tension from your teasing made for incredible homecoming sex. You felt yourself getting wet just thinking about it.

You had been teasing Vinny all day, the poor thing. Sending him selfies with your breasts spilling out more than usual. Showing him the slinky little dresses you were trying on at the department store, making sure to pick out ones with the highest slit possible. He loved your hips and thighs and you wanted to make sure the dresses accentuated them perfectly.

Of course, you had no intention of actually buying them. This was all a game meant purely for your own satisfaction.

Later in the evening you thought you’d share your bubble bath with him. The photos were tame enough in the beginning. The standard bath selfie with nothing showing. It took him a while to respond and you got bored, so you decided to heat things up a bit. You roll over onto your stomach, resting on your left arm and stick your butt out of the water a bit. With your free hand you snap a selfie, making sure to flash your most mischievous smile in the process. Send.

A few minutes later, your phone pings.

Vin 💕 loved an image

“Are you kidding me?” You say aloud to an empty room.

Y/N: I think my ass deserves a better response than that, Vincenzo.

Vin 💕: Sorry, baby. We’re on the bus right now and the guys are right next to me playing video games.

Y/N: You know you have a bunk, right? ;)

Vin 💕: They’ll get suspicious if I go back there this early. You know how Ricky is. He’ll have a camera in my face the second I walk back there.

You groan. Fucking Ricky. Always cockblocking the two of you with his damn updates.

Vin 💕: I’m really sorry baby. Maybe later?

Never one to be deterred, you sit up and lean back against the bathtub. You collect what was left of the bubbles and cover your exposed breasts with them. You angle your phone the way you want it and raise your hips slightly so your pussy is barely visible beneath the water.

“Let’s see how he responds to this one.” You snicker.

The photo had barely shown as “delivered” and he had already responded.

Vin 💕: You better watch it, princess.

You shiver at the term of endearment. He only called you princess when he was especially worked up. The last time you got him to call you princess was not long before he left for tour. You had been bratty all day in front of his friends. He whispered a warning in your ear, much similar to the one he just sent you, but you continued.

The second the door closed and his friends had left, he had you pinned against it fucking you so hard your vision went white and you drenched his cock and your hardwood floors. You couldn’t sit right for days after. He smiled like an idiot knowing it was because of him.

You whimper loudly, the memory sending a shockwave of arousal through your core. Fuck, you were aching for him. Unfortunately for you, he was thousands of miles away and wasn’t offering any assistance.

Well, if he won’t help. You’ll just have to take care of things yourself and show him what he’s missing. Who cares if the guys were next to him and potentially saw the photos? Your cheeks heat up at the thought. Just the idea of them seeing you spread open for Vinny had your brain malfunctioning.

Your pussy is throbbing now and you can’t take it anymore. You get out of the bathtub and dry off. Slipping into your bedroom, you lay down on your bed and make yourself comfortable. Opening your legs you dip your fingers into your folds, spreading your arousal and moaning at the feeling.

You become so lost in your own pleasure that you almost forget about your mission. You blindly grab for your phone and take a photo, your fingers still deep in your cunt. You tilt your head back against the pillow and arch your back so he has the perfect view of your tits.

You press the button to send it and sit your phone back down. You must have lost track of time again because you’re suddenly jolted back to reality by the sound of Vinny’s ringtone. You scramble for the phone and look at the screen.

Vin 💕 wants to Facetime..

Your belly does backflips seeing his contact photo pop up. You could answer it immediately. As wet and needy as you are right now, you should answer it immediately, but where’s the fun in that? So, you let it go to voicemail.

He calls back immediately.

This time, you let it ring twice and then you hit the decline button. You’ve barely removed your finger from the screen and he’s already calling again. You can’t ignore him a third time, you think to yourself.

But you do. You giggle and sink further into the pillows. He was going to be so mad and you’re dripping at the thought.

Vinny calls a fourth time, and you let it ring a few times before you pick up. His face appears on screen, and you were right, he is mad.

“Princess…” he says sternly, the rasp in his voice shoots straight to your pussy. He’s sitting on the edge of his bunk with his arms propped up on his knees, hunched over. His red streaked curls were falling in his face, green eyes boring into you as he impatiently waited on a response.

“Hi baby!” You smile sweetly. Like you hadn’t just ignored his calls three times in a row. He huffs a laugh at your response. You adjust yourself and the camera so your breasts come into view and Vinny’s eyes immediately wander down to them. His tongue darts out to lick his lips and you silently wish it was your clit he was licking instead.

“You’ve been very bad today, baby. Getting me all worked up when you knew I was busy. Ricky almost saw that last photo you sent me. You wouldn’t want that, now would you?”

You bite your lip to stifle the moan that threatens to leave your mouth.

Vinny raises his eyebrows, a hint of jealousy and intrigue on his face.

“We’ll discuss that another time, but right now I think you owe me an apology.”

You stick your bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout. “But baby, I just wanted you to see my outfit today..”

Vinny chuckles, “And what about all of those short dresses you were trying on?”

You shrug and look down, tracing the line leading down to your breasts. “I thought you might wanna pick out a dress for our first date when you get back…” You look back up at him seductively and flutter your lashes at him. A hum of amusement escapes Vinny. He wasn’t buying your excuses, but that wasn’t the point.

Vinny smirks at you and scoots back against the wall of his bunk. He rests his phone against the bottom of his stomach, right above his crotch, and the angle has you drooling. It was the same view from when you suck him off and you once again were cursing the distance between you.

“I suppose the bubble bath photos were just to prove you got clean today then, huh?”

Giggling, you nod. Raising the phone you give him the complete view of your naked body. “See? All clean, baby.”

Vinny’s eyes darken at the new angle. His right hand goes out of view and by the way his breath hitches you know he’s touching himself. You wiggle and arch your body, needing some form of movement to release the tension. As you move your legs fall open and Vinny sees your slick glistening in the light of your bedroom. He groans loudly and brings his fist up to his mouth to stifle it.

“Sending naughty photos. Playing with that pretty little pussy without me. What am I going to do with you, princess?”

Traveling down your body, your hand reaches your core. You gasp softly and spread your folds, bringing the phone a little closer so that he can see.

“Talk to me baby. Make me cum. Wanna see you cum, too.”

Vinny could have cum untouched from that sentence alone, not to mention the view. He palms his cock that is straining painfully hard against his jeans. He could do it. Make you cum with his voice and instructions, reach his own climax, and call it a night. It would be the easy option since he was out of town and not exactly alone.

He wouldn’t go with the easy option at home, why would he go with it now? His princess was naked and spread open for him, craving him and dying to cum.

Too bad you had been a fucking brat. You’d have to earn it. You had teased him all day. It was time for him to do a little teasing.

Vinny smirks. “Don’t worry baby, I'll make you cum.”

You sigh and lightly rub your clit. “Thank you so much, baby.”

“Did I say you could touch yourself?”

“B-but..” you stammer, confused. “You said you’d make me cum.”

“I’ll make you cum when I think you’ve earned it, princess. Now be a good girl, and listen to me, okay?”

“Yes sir” You mewl.

“Put the phone closer to your face, baby.”

You do as you're told, placing the phone in front of your face so he can see you better. Vinny’s eyes land on your mouth.

“Open up.”

Opening your mouth, you stick your tongue out instinctively.

“Mmm, good girl. You already knew what I wanted.” You glow at his praise.

“Do you miss my cock, baby?” You nod and an “uh-huh” escapes from your throat.

“Show me. Use your fingers and show me how much you miss my cock.”

You bring your index and middle finger to your mouth and slowly drag your tongue from the base to your fingertips. Swirling your tongue around your fingertips, you suck them into your mouth. Vinny tries to hold the eye contact you’re making but is too mesmerized by the sound of you gagging as you shove your fingers further in your mouth.

Vinny would love to get his cock out and pretend it’s him you’re gagging on but the two of you have other areas to explore. He’s going to hold out as long as he can.

“Mmm… Wanna see how wet you got ‘em, honey” he hums.

Slowly pulling your fingers out you release them with a pop. Vinny’s eyes dilate as he watches the saliva drip down your hands and onto your wrists. Despite him not giving you permission, you stick out your tongue and lick up your arm collecting the saliva as you go. He shivers and you hold back a smile.

“Baby… let me see those gorgeous tits. Want you to play with them for me.”

You bring your saliva slicked fingers to your nipples and gasp softly. Tracing circles around your nipple slowly your free hand massages your other breast. Vinny licks his lips while you pinch and roll the buds between your index finger and thumb.

“Honey, can you get up for me? I have another idea.”

Nodding, you sit up and scoot towards the edge of the bed waiting for further instruction.

“Sit down at the foot of the bed. On the floor.”

You do as you're told. You had no idea what he was planning but you wanted to cum so you weren’t going to question it.

“Good girl. Now, prop the phone against the mirror in front of you so I can see you. I want to see all of you.”

Placing the phone against the mirror, you reposition yourself against the bed. You bend your knees and spread your legs, making sure to give Vinny a view of everything.

“God, If I wasn’t across the fucking country right now…”

You giggle and play with your breasts some more, sliding your other hand down your stomach and to your thigh. You make a show out of rubbing your breasts and inner thighs, softly moaning and rotating your hips. You were throbbing and if he didn’t let you touch yourself soon, you were going to explode.

“Rub your thighs for me, baby. That’s it… fuck…” Vinny palms his aching cock and the closer your hand gets to your pussy the more he wants to touch himself but not yet.

You couldn’t take it anymore though.

“Vinny, baby. Please. Please let me see your cock. I want to see you touch yourself. I’ll be so good for you, my sweet boy, please.”

Every ounce of self-restraint he had in that moment melted away in an instant. His mouth was so dry he was barely able to croak out an “okay”. Vinny was so flustered he couldn’t get his belt off quick enough and was muttering expletives as he fought with it. You giggle and he shoots you a glare before relaxing into a smile.

Vinny finally conquers his belt and pushes his jeans and boxers down, his cock springing free and slapping against his belly. The tip was bright red and leaking. You grip your thigh and flex your hips upwards, silently and futilely begging for him to press inside you.

He watches you intently, placing his hand around his cock. Vinny whines, throwing his head back. He gives into the feeling and slowly thrusts into his fist. His face is twisted in pleasure and he’s already starting to sweat. Your eyes follow the curve of his jaw, down his Adam's apple. You’ve never wanted to sink your teeth into the flesh of his neck so badly before.

As much as you were enjoying the show, you were being selfish and feeling severely neglected. You shove your fingers back in your mouth and whine to get his attention. He doesn’t move his head, just looks down at you and smirks.

“Enjoying the view?”

You whine again, pouting around your fingers.

Vinny chuckles. “Aww, is my princess feeling neglected?”

You nod, still pouting.

He adjusts himself against the back of his bunk, hand never leaving his cock.

“You’ve been so good, honey. Why don’t you put those fingers to better use? Touch that pretty pussy for me”

Your hand flies to your mound massaging your swollen bud. All of the teasing and anticipation had built up so much tension that you felt dizzy from the pleasure. You apply more pressure and you see stars, your legs involuntarily shutting at the feeling.

“Uh-uh. Open your legs. Now.” Vinny says firmly.

With a whimper you open your legs, lazily drawing circles around your clit. You were so worked up and desperate for more you couldn’t keep still, your other hand keeping you upright as you squirmed against the carpet.

“I’ll let you play but you have to keep your legs open for me. You’ve gotta let me see. Understand?”

“Mhmm.”

“Do it again and you don't get to cum. I’ll make you wait until I get home.”

A shiver runs through you at the thought. He wouldn’t be home for nearly three weeks. You couldn’t wait that long and he knew you would obey him if he told you not to touch yourself.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me and keep your legs open?”

“Yes sir.” You nod enthusiastically, opening your legs wide for him.

He sighs in satisfaction. “Princess. I want to see how gorgeous you are when you finger your pussy.”

Your mouth drops open, a shocked squeak following. Wasting no time, you plunge two fingers into your drenched hole. You pump them in and out slowly, taking your time because you know Vinny wants to see every move you make.

The slow movements weren’t enough to satisfy the ache but you were happy to get any kind of relief at this point. You open your eyes to see Vinny fisting his cock, his eyes fixed on your cunt. Moaning loudly, you grind down hard against your fingers, the ache for him growing even stronger. You could feel the tightening in your belly and knew you weren’t going to last long.

Vinny sees your pussy clench around your fingers and knows you're close. His fist tightens around his cock but he wants to wait. He has to wait until you’re done.

The soft sighs that are falling from your lips. Your whines. The moans. The way your body is arching. How beautiful you look with your fingers in your soaked pussy. Vinny is completely enamored by every single part of you and he cannot stop staring. He tries so hard to wait on you but that all goes to hell as soon as you call out his name.

“Vinny… please…” He could listen to you beg for him until the end of time. “Cum with me, baby.” and that’s all he needs. Vinny cums with a choked sob. His stomach tenses and his legs shake. Warm cum spills over his hand, dripping down and around the rings he’s wearing. When he comes down you’re still shaking and crying out for him and he wishes like hell he had another in him because he swears it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

“That’s it, baby. That’s my girl. Doing so good for me.” He coaxes you through your orgasm until you’re out of breath.

Once you catch your breath you crawl towards the phone and grab it. You lay back down on your bed and focus on him. He had placed his phone against the wall and was removing his rings, cleaning his hands with a dirty t-shirt that was nearby.

“Ya know, if I was there I would clean up all of that for you. Rings and all.” You giggle, licking your lips.

Vinny’s head whips in your direction.

“You better watch it, princess.”

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wongyuseokie · 1 year

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Crossing Lines | w.j.h

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

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

Word Count: 2516 words

Pairings: Mafia! Wen Junhui x Female Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, Jun, please.”

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

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

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

“Open your mouth.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Pretty sluts get this.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Morning beautiful.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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lavandaea · 5 months

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*inhales deeply*

There's spoilers ahead so, yeah, be careful.

This weekend episodes have actually broken my soul.

He didn't even need his feelings to be reciprocate, HE JUST WANTED TO BE WITH HER.

Dear writers, some things to ask, why so much screen time to second male lead? Why create such chemistry? Such backstory? (Spoiler alert: that will make us sympathize with the supposed villain) To just fuck*ing rip his heart out and pulverize it like Grandma with the cow bones, yes, just like that.

Let me get this straight, after having been raised in an environment of violence, pain and God knows what else for God knows how long, he falls in love. He experiences ✨feelings✨ ,he puts all his trust in her like never before, he shares his past and then he gets betrayed.

I swear I never seen someone cry so with so much meaning, feeling, with so much back there.

We made progress for the last (at least) five episodes TO JUST END IT IN A SINGLE ONE.

This could have been handled a lot better in a lot of ways and about a lot of topics that I could actually write an essay.

Let's begin the the main leads.

So, in order to have some sort of feeling about ML and FL loving eachother you need to put screen time ON them. Yeah, they support eachother, they have known far before Si Oh, they are funny and a lot of things more. They even kissed and very passionately, wow. Just one thing, Why didn't I even blink during that scene but found myself hitting the pillow and blushing when Si Oh did such mundane things as taking her home, opening doors for her, fixing her purse, hair, looking at her with those "I love you" eyes,👏feeling👏guilty👏about👏making👏her👏uncomfortable👏 with👏his👏feelings👏for👏her HELLO??, WAVING HER BACK WHILE HE WATCHED HER GO, SMILE EVERY DAMN TIME HE SAW HER?

I´ll tell you why. Because I know, thanks to you, that Si Oh was experiencing for the very first time what it's like to have human interaction that doesn't involve violence or having to be wary of everything and everyone all the time. He wanted to connect, to share his whole self, to be happy, to make her happy, to love and be loved. Moreover, I can't help just to feel happy for him, sad, angry, fucking rageous (not more than him, obviously).

Meanwhile, I barely know Hee Sik aka the male lead.

I remember seeing his mother once and I think that's what I understood about his private life. Sorry, I forgot about his deceased brother, that could have been a good topic to develop if it wasn't just mentioned once somewhere in the sixth chapter and left there to rot. Other than that, I know he is a cop, loves his cops friends and loves Nam Soon, also he is really loyal and good person.

Nice👍, very nice. But what else?? Or does the man just exist for his job and girlfriend? Even Shi Oh had some time to box being a drug dealer and full time whipped for her.

I'm just saying that you want me to suddenly dislike someone you took a considerable amount of time explaining but I have to like this good guy because you just pointed at him 👉🧍, and said, "here's the good guy, love him".

Sorry, I cant do that.

If you haven't noticed, you just made a character I fell obliged to sympathize.

If you wanted to make him evil and hot you should have just made him evil and hot.

It worked just as well with Jang Han Seok from Vincenzo.

Not have him have "REDEMPTION" written all over his face just to go with "Actually, no. He has no chance. 😃". It's, for lack of a better term, frustrating. (Absurd)

Instead, maybe you should have dedicated that screen time for the construction of the main leads relationship.

Oh, yes. Another thing since we are talking about the matter.

ML and FL relationship progress got weaker and weaker since she had started to spy on Si Oh. And then one episode was like "Oh, yeah, forgot to tell you, they are actually dating by now" Bom, a kiss. If I need a kiss to know they are in love, there's something going on back there. Something lacking.

Scenes of them in love: well acted, nice, cute, cool, okay. But it is like picking a random romance book and start reading it ten chapters ahead, they are in love, but how this did happen??? Last time I saw them, they were in a friends-and-some-more zone.

Where's the progress?

I know where is it. In the fake relationship, that it was being used just to turn Si Oh into a complete monster with probably not chance of going back.

"You have suffered a lot, yeah, I see. Anyway here's more pain. Suffer more and go cause some trouble because if not, there's, apparently, no plot"

Nice job.

I have been saying this and I will say it again, kdrama writers/directors are not ready for traumatized villains. They are afraid of them.

#strong girl nam soon #ryu shi oh #byun woo seok #gang nam soon #nam soon #kdrama #lee yoo mi #even hong seol and jeong had more chemistry and thats saying a lot

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droopycoquette · 2 years

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Don't Leave || Vincenzo Cassano x reader

Summary: What happens when every time you go on a date with Vincenzo it gets interrupted?

Warnings: Chayoung is a bitch(i still love her tho), angst, smut, fluff, Italian and Korean, praise kink...like hella praise, makeup sex, dom!vincenzo, sub!reader, oral(F. receiving), unprotected sex, dirty talk, degradation,

Word count: 5.3k

|*|

"Hello," you muttered into your phone as you looked through file after file.

"How's my fiance," the voice said cheerily.

"Vinnie," you squealed.

"How are you," Vincenzo sighed.

"Quite well actually. The people here are eager to side with you. Your brother won't stand a chance. How's the plan going for the plaza?"

"Slow," he muttered. "Look, we both have been working hard and I was wondering if you'd like to take a break here."

You paused.

"Are you sure? I thought you wanted us to fully complete our assignments before we saw each other again?"

"I think I'm experiencing something called separation anxiety. I want you here," he concluded.

You sat in the chair and stared at your emails. Maybe, they could wait.

"Okay," you laughed. "I'll book a flight right now. I've never been to South Korea before. What's it like?"

"You'll see when we get here," he chuckled.

"Come on. One thing, just one."

"They have delicious food. Now hurry up," you heard a shuffling in the background. "I need you."

The call stopped and you were filled with giddiness. It's been about 3 weeks since you saw Vincenzo and you'd be lying if you weren't feeling separation anxiety as well.

"Hey, Mrs. Hernadez," you called.

Your assistant came within two seconds.

"Schedule a flight to South Korea as soon as possible and call Mike, tell him to pack some of my things. I want this all done by two," you instructed.

"What about your meeting with the Triad," Mrs. Hernandez reminded you.

Shit

"Right," you muttered. "Okay, change of plans tell Mr. Liu that we have to meet now, just the two of us, and cancel everything else for the next week. Shift the meeting to 12 and shift the flight to 3. That gives you and Mike ample time."

Mrs. Hernandez nodded and rushed away.

You sat back down and began to get ready for Mr. Liu, one of the heads of the Triad. If he agrees to support Vincenzo then your work is practically done. The Italians have wanted to work with the Triad for years, it would expand territory and make millions of dollars for both parties. The triad would have more reach in the west and the mafia would have more reach in Asia, everyone wins.

Vincenzo's job was for funding. Yes, the mafia had plenty of money but most of it went to people who didn't need it. A lot of the gold that Vincenzo would secure would go to helping more people. That's really what drew you to him in the first place, his desire to help people.

Now you just wanted to see him again.

|*|

As you left the plane you heard someone call your name.

"Mrs. Cassano," someone said.

At first, you thought you heard wrong.

"Mrs. Cassano," they repeated.

Turning around you saw a young male employee with Vincenzo.

"Future Mrs. Cassano," Vincenzo teased as he held his hand out to you.

"Mr. Cassano," you giggled.

He pulled you into his arms and kissed you. It felt so nice to have his lips on yours and his arms around you again, you had been putting up with harsh and rude men for the past three weeks with no break so it was nice to finally feel safe again.

"How was the flight, Amore Mio," he asked as he walked you to baggage claim.

"Relaxing," you sighed

The boy began to gather all your bags as you and Vincenzo talked about the past weeks. He spoke of the hardships of getting the occupants out of the plaza and you talked about the budding new relationship with the triad.

"We're ready for you," a man said as he motioned to a car outside the airport.

"Thank you," you responded with a slight bow.

With Vincenzo's hand on your back, you made your way to the black sleek car out on the curb.

"I cannot wait to get you home," whispered Vincenzo.

His hands squeezed your waist and his chin rested on your shoulder.

"Patience darling," you hummed, as you turned to face him.

"Patience. Not one of my virtues," he sighed as he leaned down to kiss you again.

Any other time you would have dogged the kiss, just to prompt him into a chase but you were desperate for any physical contact. Right now, you were exerting all self-control but once you got home you were going to pounce on him.

Vincenzo opened the door to your side of the car like a true gentleman. You sat into the black leather seats at felt an overwhelming feeling of giddiness fill you. You had one week with Vincenzo before you had to go back to America so you had to make the most of the time you had.

Both Vincenzo and the driver got into the car at the same time and the ride began.

"JW Marriott Hotel please," Vincenzo instructed.

You looked at him with a puzzled look.

"There is no way I'm letting you stay at the plaza. I want you to sleep well and in comfort," Vincenzo said.

"But, you will be staying with me. Right?"

"Of course."

You moved closer to your fiancé and he wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you even closer.

"I missed you, babe," you smiled as you leaned your head on him.

"Trust me, the feeling is mutual," he responded.

Four days later

You are an idiot

You sighed as you continued to pack your bags. You had only been in South Korea for half a week and you knew it wasn't worth the wasted time. You had thought that the time spent here would be relaxing and sexy but it was far from it. Every time you wanted to spend time with Vincenzo it was cut short. At first, you understood, not everything could be stopped for you. But now? Now you were fed up

|*|

Strike 1

It was the first day of your and Vincenzo's short vacation and he was showing you around the city. You had no idea where you were but it was beautiful and you felt safe with Vincenzo as your guide. Both of you had dawned clothes for comfort instead of business and you couldn't have been more grateful, witnessing Vincenzo in joggers and a sweatshirt was a dream.

"This park is beautiful," you sighed as you wandered around in the tall trees your arms intertwined with Vincenzo's

"Montmartre is one of my favorites," Vincenzo commented as he stroked your hand.

"I can see why," you giggled before gasping.

"What, what is it," Vincenzo whispered, hearing your gasp put him on high alert immediately.

"A deer," you whispered back pointing to a shadowing patch near a couple of boulders.

Vincenzo's shoulders dropped and he let out a sigh/chuckle that warmed your heart. Getting a completely loosened-up Vincenzo was rare, sometimes even for you. So to see him happy and with wonder in his eyes was a treat.

He watched with wide eyes as the deer slowly walked towards the wooden bridge that was a few meters away from you. However, you didn't notice the deer moving, your eyes were fully on your fiance. He was a little flushed from all the walking and his stubble was beginning to grow, slight scars were on his cheeks from when he used to get into brawls; his hair, which was usually slicked back, fell onto his forehead and for once instead of being a consigliere he was simply Vincenzo.

"W-what," he stuttered as he realized you were staring at him.

"I love you," you said randomly.

His mouth parted slightly before falling into a light smile.

"You can't say that randomly," he chuckled.

"And you're supposed to say it back," you chastised before shoving into him playfully.

His arm wrapped around you and his grip tightened as he kissed your cheek.

"I love you too," he sing-songed back to you.

"How romantic," you laughed.

"Only the best for my Amore," he smiled.

You were overwhelmed with a sudden wave of glee and embarrassment. You turned your face away from your lover and covered your face with your palms.

"Oh no," he whined.

When you looked back the deer had taken off due to a child running to it.

You giggled at the child. You had always wished for a child, a mini-you, or a mini Vincenzo. You stared for a long time until you heard Vincenzo mutter a, 'fuck,' under his breath.

"What's wrong," you asked distantly, eyes still on the small toddler.

"They need me," he sighed.

"Okay," you sighed back.

"I told them not to call me for this entire week. Can't those incompetent fools hand-"

"Vincenzo," you cut him off. "I'm sure it'll be a one-time thing, alright?"

He pouted before nodding and taking off.

"I love you," you called.

"I love you too," he called back.

"Shit," you cursed as you came to the realization.

You walked around and tried to remember the path you came from.

"How the hell am I going to get out of here?"

|*|

Strike 2

You fell onto the bed with a groan. Vincenzo fell right beside you.

Giggling, you rolled over onto him and immediately began to kiss him. Straddling his hips, you sat up and began to take off your shirt. As you had your arms up you felt his hands traveling up and down your waist, caressing and squeezing.

"Sei più Bella di un Angelo," he breathed. You're more beautiful than an angel.

You blushed and rested your hands on his chest.

"My love, you know that when you speak Italian it gets me all hot and bothered," you giggled.

"That's the point," he smiled.

His hands continued to travel down your body, now resting on your thighs. You began to unbutton his shirt and as you did you ground your hips down on him. His lean body was always a source of motivation, his milky skin made you want to scratch it and turn it red.

"I missed you so much," you groaned as you continued to grind yourself onto him.

All of a sudden, he flipped both of you over and ripped off his shirt.

"You have no fucking idea how much I need you," he growled.

He began to kiss your neck, leaving marks in his wake. As you arched your back he took the opportunity to undo your bra. His mouth attacked your breasts and all you could do was take it, your hands combed through his hair and your back continued to arch into him.

"Fuck," you groaned.

Vincenzo continued to descend and soon he was unbuckling your pants. He looked up at you through dazed eyes, slowly taking off your bottoms.

"I haven't tasted you in weeks," he smirked. "I should savor this, shouldn't I?"

"Yes maestro," you breathed as you watched Vincenzo rub his nose onto your clothed clit.

"It's been so long and you remembered my name. Such a good girl," he cooed.

"I could never forget your name," you smiled blissfully.

Vincenzo growled and the vibrations sent shivers up your spine.

He slowly began to peel off your underwear and you waited for him to blow onto your heat, one of the things he always did before he was about to eat you out.

Ring Ring Ring

Vincenzo looked over and saw that it was his phone. You could see the look of apprehension in his eyes.

"Is it important," you ask a little too calmly.

"I don't know," he answers in a quiet, almost embarrassed voice.

"Well, can we ignore it," you question in a hopeful tone.

"Amore I-," he starts while reaching for the phone on the nightstand and checking it. " -don't want to miss anything. I know that we were going to spend this time together but if we get this done then we could spend unlimited time together. There is a reason why this is so important to me."

"I-I know," you stuttered out, still a little dazed over.

"Okay, I love you," he said as he kissed your cheek.

You gawked as you saw him grab his shirt and start putting it on before running out the door.

"I love you too," you whispered to yourself.

|*|

Strike 3

You held Vincenzo's hand as he took you to a nice restaurant on the other side of town.

"This place looks so nice," you commented.

"It is," Vincenzo agreed. "The food is the best."

You smiled as he held the door open for you and as soon as you entered you knew how good the food was going to be. The scents of the ingredients wafted into your nose and made your mouth water.

Vincenzo placed his hand on your back as you both followed the waiter to your seats.

"감사합니다," you smiled as you took the menu from the waiter.

You began to look over the menu as Vincenzo asked for the wine list. Immediately you knew what you wanted.

"Pinot Grigio," he instructed.

The waiter bowed as he went to go get the bottle of wine.

"I think I'm having the beef bulgogi and the fried rice, " you said as you set the menu down.

He continued to stare at you as you looked around and took in your surroundings. Once your eyes landed on him your face began to heat up.

"Stop staring at me," you muttered.

"Why," he laughed.

"Because...I don't know, just stop," you stuttered.

He continued.

“Stop," you whine/laughed.

"But I don't want to," he chuckled.

"Vincenzo," a voice called.

The voice captured both you and Vincenzo's attention as you both looked around for the source of the noise. You prayed that it was a mistake and that you heard the name wrong.

"Vincenzo," the voice repeated as the person was revealed.

A woman in a pantsuit was now standing next to your table.

"What," he snapped.

"We need you at the firm," she informed.

"You must be Chayoung," you smiled a tight-lipped smile.

The person constantly bugging us, you thought.

"I am and you must be his fiancé," she smiled back.

You could tell that she didn't like you. She leaned over to Vincenzo and whispered something in his ear and just like that you knew that he was going to leave.

"Amore Mio, I have t-"

"I know," you sighed, cutting him off.

"I'm so sorry," he apologized.

"It's fine," you smiled.

It's so not fine.

He kissed your forehead as he left with Chayoung. You felt a pang in your heart as he walked away and out the door. You cracked your neck and let your face fall into an annoyed look as you felt your eyes sting with oncoming tears.

"No, you are not crying," you muttered as you wiped your tears away quickly. "You're part of the god damn mafia, act like it.”

"Ma'am is it just you now," the waiter came up and asked.

"Oh, uh, yes. I'm ready to order by the way."

|*|

As you continued to fold your clothes you were filled with sadness and disappointment. You had been so excited to spend time with Vincenzo and get a break from the constant stress that your line of work brought but, every day here was just a slap to your face. You thought that you were higher on Vincenzo's list of priorities, obviously not.

Suddenly, you felt a presence emerge behind you.

"I didn't hear you come in," you sighed without turning around.

"What are you doing," Vincenzo asked, confused by your readiness to leave.

"I'm going back to America," you informed as you finished packing.

"Wait, what," Vincenzo exclaimed. "Why?"

"I don't see why not," you explained. "I could be doing more productive things."

Vincenzo came up beside you and began to take things out of your suitcase, effectively stalling.

"Stop it," you demanded.

"What is this about," he questioned.

"Every time we try to spend time together something gets in the way," you informed.

You grabbed the clothes that he had thrown out and put them back in your suitcase.

"I'm not mad," you lied. "But, what's the point of me being here if I'm not even spending time with you. I can work on preparations for a meal with the Triad's leaders, it'll be a more effective use of my time."

Vincenzo looked at you in disbelief.

"I can't control when they need me," Vincenzo sighed.

"Like I said, I'm not mad," you lied again.

"You are though. You do this thing when your mad, you constantly run your hands through your hair," Vincenzo informed.

You could feel your jaw tighten.

"Okay, so," you said with an eye roll, a dash of pettiness seeping through.

"So, you are mad. I really am sorry my love," he apologized.

He walked behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, "Please stay."

You paused and sighed. You wanted to, badly, but you felt that if you did then more time would be wasted.

"No," you said firmly.

You finished and zipped up the suitcase before going to grab your shoes. Before you could get there though, Vincenzo grabbed you and brought your back against his chest.

"Please," he begged. "Stay with me."

His hands traveled up and down your sides leaving goosebumps in their wake. He brought his nose to your neck before whispering in your ear, "Please."

You stifled a moan.

"Please," he moaned in your ear.

He spun you around and gripped your waist tightly.

"Please jagi," he groaned again.

His nose continued to nuzzle into your neck and his cologne wafted up. His scent always made you swoon and right now, it was making it hard to control yourself. Vincenzo always knew how to push the right buttons, how to string you along.

Your breath was beginning to quicken and you could feel your legs tightening up. Your pride was beginning to wear thin as your clenched fist slowly relaxed.

"제발 자기야," he begged one final time. Please jagiya.

Just as he moved his face up you slammed your lips into his. You could feel his smirk on your lips and it aggravated you beyond comprehension, he wanted this. He wanted your resolve to crumble, for you to give into him. His hands settled on the side of your face before moving to your waist.

"That's it darling," he smiled as he gripped your hips. "I'm sorry baby."

You whined as he paused discarding his shirt. His slim figure made you want to pounce on him. He began to unbutton your pants and in the blink of an eye, you felt your pants hit the floor.

"Maestro," you whimpered.

"Hmm, I haven't paid you enough attention," he commented as he backed you against the wall. "Have I?"

"No, missed you so much," you whined.

"I'm so sorry," he breathed as his lips connected with yours once more. “I’m sorry.”

"Maestro, please touch me," you begged.

"Touch you? Like this," he smirked as his fingers slipped down and rubbed against your swollen clit softly.

“Mm Hm,” you moaned out.

You gripped his biceps, trying to steady yourself. The pleasure hit you like a brick; you hadn’t touched yourself in a while; you hoped Vincenzo would take all your pleasure.

“You like that? Hm? Do you feel it?”

“Maestro, please. Please, I want you,” you groaned.

“Wait, baby,” He smirked, picking you up and wrapping your legs around his waist. “I have to show you how sorry I am. A woman like you deserves all of my attention. Don’t you?”

You moaned in response, feeling his pants rub against your heat, you willed your hips to move more so you could feel more friction.

“Grind yourself into me, baby. Show me how much you missed me,” Vincenzo commanded as he sat on the edge of your bed.

You placed your hands on his shoulders and moved your hips the best you could. Back and forth, left, right, and in circles. Pants and mewls fell from your lips as the friction did little to satiate the hunger growing in your abdomen. Vincenzo took the chance to rid you of your shirt and bra, practically ripping the fabric and splitting your shirt in two. His mouth quickly found your right nipple and he began to suck and lick, occasionally nipping at the supple flesh.

“Maestro,” you whimpered. “I need more, please.”

“And you deserve more, don’t you,” he smiled as he rolled your left bud in between his thumb and index finger. “You’ve been my good girl even when I wasn’t a good fiance to you. I’m so proud of you baby.”

His tongue felt around your neck to feel your pulse before sucking on it as he kneaded your ass.

“My good girl,” he groaned in between kisses.

“Your good girl,” you repeated.

He hummed before moving you to the head of the bed. His fingers lightly trailed from your collar bone, down to your cleavage, and found their home on your hip. His dark eyes met yours and stayed on them as he leaned down to kiss your chest, you whimpered under his gaze and rolled your hips.

“Stay still,” he commanded. “Be patient my love, or do I need to tie you up?”

Your thighs clenched at the suggestion and Vincenzo noticed.

“Oh,” he smirked. “You want that?”

“Yes, yes, please. Please yes,” you groaned.

Vincenzo reached over to the floor and grabbed his tie.

“I can’t believe you were going to leave me,” he growled as he weaved his silk tie through the headrest. “You’re mine. You can’t leave me…I won’t let you. I’m gonna make you regret even thinking about leaving.”

He finally tightened the silk tie around your wrist then around the headboard, knotting it with frightening expertise. His pale hands caressed yours in a way that made you feel safe regardless of the terrible things he’d done. The silk rubbed against your skin in a comforting, familiar way, kissing your skin as it irritated it.

Vincenzo leaned back and admired you, hands never leaving your body. His eyes trailed over your heated form, taking in the way your chest rose and fell and the way your body reacted to his touch. How you leaned into it without realizing it.

“Maestro, please,” you groaned. “Please don’t leave me like this.”

“I would never,” he smirked, only slightly teasing you.

His hands trailed down from your hip to your knees, allowing him to bring his face to your calves. You began to feel soft pecks and licks on your calves as Vincenzo worshiped your body. His tongue trailed up, up, up until it found itself on your inner thigh. His teeth nipped at the sensitive skin and he smirked when you jumped at the feeling.

“Please, don’t tease me,” you whined.

“I will do what I want,” his growl accompanied by a sharp slap to your thigh and you gasped as soft pain blossomed.

All of a sudden, you felt a light breeze on your core and then a kiss. Vincenzo placed your legs on top of both shoulders, his hands then found a home around your waist, holding you there.

“Fuck, can’t believe I haven’t tasted you yet,” he groaned, kissing around where you wanted him most.

His tongue immediately found your clit making you throw your head back and roll your body. Your nerves caught fire, your arms pulled at the tie, and your breathing became erratic under Vincenzo’s ministrations. His fingers replaced his tongue as his mouth moved to your cavern, his tongue gave an experimental lick to your entrance before diving in. Vincenzo let out a guttural groan at the taste of you.

Vincenzo’s wet muscle explored and tasted your sweetness as a pleasurable pressure built up in your abdomen. You looked down, wanting to see your Master. You watched Vincenzo’s actions, his usual clean hair was now a mop of black, his pale arms flexed around your thighs as he used them for support, and you could see his back muscles working to hold him up. You gasped as you noticed him grinding down onto the bed, searching for his own pleasure as he pleased you.

Vincenzo kept his fingers on your clit as he stopped making out with your pussy, rubbing in small, fast circles. He looked up at you and you could feel the knot in your stomach tighten up. His face was flushed red and he was out of breath, he watched you with a certain look of admiration. He smiled up at you before kissing your inner thigh.

“Are you gonna cum, Angelo?”

“Fuck, yes. Feels so g-good. Please don’t stop, Maestro, please,” you beg.

“It feels good,” he teased.

“So good,” you confirm trying to focus on his words instead of his digits on your clit.

“What if I stopped?”

“No no no no, please don’t,” you gasp. “Please please!”

“Stay with me,” he asked. “Stay. Don’t fucking leave me.”

“Will you stay with me,” you countered.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “I’ll stay with you. I won’t leave again.”

He rubbed your clit faster and his lips found yours. Your body spasmed at the sudden stimulation.

“Who do you belong to, mia bella?”

“You,” you whined out.

“Who?”

“Maestro,” you cried as you came. Your orgasm hit you like a bat. Pleasure dripped from your fingers and turned your body into liquid.

Vincenzo brought his body up and kissed your neck. He ground his hips into your core, his pants bringing friction to your southern regions; overstimulating you.

“Do you feel what you’re doing to me? Huh, baby? Do you feel how hard you’re making me,” he breathed into your ear.

“Please fuck me,” you whispered.

“Say it a little louder baby,” he commanded.

“Please fuck me,” you repeated a little louder.

Vincenzo’s pants fell onto the floor, followed by his underwear and he practically hissed at the feeling of his hard-on being free. His hand stroked his cock, his tip glistening with pre-cum. He nestled his hands under your knees and pulled you down to meet his hips. His cock rubbed against your folds, coating it with your juices and sending Vincenzo into a frenzy.

He leaned down and placed his hand near your head to stabilize himself. His lips planted themselves on yours once more before delivering a powerful thrust, burying himself in you.

“Hng,” you moaned as his thrusts continued.

You felt a stinging sensation on your thigh as another harsh slap was delivered.

“Do you feel how much I love you yet,” Vincenzo panted. “Huh?”

You arched your back in response feeling his cock hit your cervix. He wanted you to know how perfect you were, how much he loved you and wanted to be with you, how much you meant to him. He loved the way he could get you, how he easily could turn you dumb with just a few touches.

“Do you? Fucking answer me,” he snarled as his hands wrapped around your hair, pulling your head to the side and baring your neck to him.

His onslaught of pleasure never ceased as he ravaged every part of you.

“Yes, I’m sorry maestro, I’m s-sorry,” you stuttered out as a particularly harsh thrust was delivered.

You wrestled with the tie above you as your desire to touch Vincenzo increased. You wanted to feel his skin and scratch his back, wanted to feel his muscles work and be able to pull him in to kiss you. You wanted to taste him.

“Maestro,” You cried. “Want to touch you.”

Vincenzo grinned and ignored you, all that could be heard from him were grunts of pleasure. Sounds of skin on skin paired with the smell of sex, mixing with small traces of Vincenzo’s cologne, and your perfume sent your mind into a trance.

“Please,” You babbled, “Please untie me, plea-ah!”

The pad of his thumb met your swollen clit, gentle circles and the harshness of his thrusts made your mind even number, the contrast too great.

“Please, Please, Please,” you begged dumbly.

Vincenzo loved it when you begged. The tingles it sent down his spine and into his cock were beyond delicious. Your whiny, breathy, and raspy words tied his core in a luscious knot that both pleased and confounded him.

He undid the tie frantically and threw it onto the floor. His hands found your waist and gripped it tightly before flipping you over and harshly lifting your pelvis back up to his groin. Pleasure shot through you at the new position and two quick, sharp slaps were delivered to your ass, no doubt leaving a mark.

Your juices dripped down your thigh and onto the sheets leaving a vulgar wet spot in between your legs. Vincenzo’s grunts got louder and he found his hands wrapping around your hair and pulling it until your back met his chest.

“You don’t know what you do to me,” he rasped. “You’ve fucking ruined me.”

Your hands found the headboard and your pussy fluttered around Vincenzo’s cock. You wanted badly to respond but his cock had a way of frying your brain and he loved it; turning you into his personal little whore had become Vincenzo’s favorite hobby.

Vincenzo’s lips found your neck as his hands stayed in your hair to hold you in place, his other on your waist. Every nip and lick he gave your neck sent shockwaves of euphoria to your pussy, his plump lips leaving trails of saliva in their wake as well as red hot pleasure.

“Maestro, Maestro,” you called out like a mantra.

“My beautiful little angel, just wanting Maestro to care for them,” he cooed out, his words contrasting his actions. “I’m here baby, and you're going to take everything I give you. Aren’t you?”

His left hand moved from your hip and down to your sopping core. Harsh circles met your clit and you felt your vision getting blurry.

“Cum…going…cum…Maestro please,” you gasped out, craning your neck to see him.

Vincenzo met your efforts and placed an open-mouth kiss on your lips, tongue delving into your mouth and encircling yours. The lack of oxygen increased your pleasure ten-fold and brought your orgasm crashing down on you, bright fiery red pleasure clouded your vision as your body fell limp against Vincenzo.

“So hot baby, always so hot for me,” his grunts becoming whines.

His hand moved from your core to your mouth and your senses were flooded with your taste. His fingers played with your tongue as his hot breath fanned over your ear. You feel his abdomen quiver against your back and notice the falters in ministrations, his grunts and moans becoming whines and whimpers.

“Fuck baby, keep squeezing me like that,” he whimpered. “Just like that.”

Your pussy is hit with an onslaught of quick, sharp thrusts.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Vincenzo whines out.

His arms tense and squeeze you as he lets out a guttural moan, ribbons of white, hot cum spilling from the tip of his cock and into your womb. One hand holds your stomach while the other sweeps your hair from your neck, soft kisses meet your nape and you smile as you feel his smile on your skin.

“Don’t leave me,” he says finally against your nape. “Please, please don’t. Stay with me.”

More kisses are placed across the other side of your neck as his fingers trace the sides of your abdomen. You look back and as you lay in his arms you notice his flushed state. The red in his cheeks where still there, evidence of the physical activities that had just taken place, his hair is sticking up in abnormal places, and his lips had remnants of your lipstick. He looked like a sex god.

“Okay,” you whisper. “But, please don’t go again and spend time with me.”

“I promise,” he agrees.

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A/N: please leave me some feedback <3

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bellysoupset · 8 months

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Sicily - Part 1

I have no patience whatsoever! So here, have part 1:

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Vin was not the type to make a big fuss out of his birthday. Most years he only went out with Leo, Luke and Bell and they got drunk and smoked weed, maybe sung in the karaoke.

But that was before. Before he got a super extra girlfriend who loved to party and didn't understand what "no" meant. Before he nearly broke his neck in a car crash and worried his parents half to death. Before his birthday incidentally lined up with a long state holiday.

So this year they were celebrating his birthday in "style" as Wendy had called it. She had been incredibly secretive about everything for a month now and Vince couldn't say he wasn't amused and enthralled by it. It was heartwarming to know how much he was loved.

He had, so far, walked on Wendy talking on the phone with his mother twice, in a zoom call with Lucas, with Jonah too, and hiding packages in the closet, giggling with Bella. So Vince couldn't say he was surprised when she straddled him in bed, a week before his birthday and held up a deep red box before his eyes.

"What is this?" he asked, lying against the pillows. She had a large, manic smile on.

"Open it up."

He rolled his eyes, putting away his book, marking the page and taking the box.

"You're a bit early for my birthday, honey, it's only in week..." Vince said, voice trailing off as he found a simple cardboard box, long and skinny under the paper wrap. By the package he had judged it was a watch, but no watch would come in a little paper box. A pen?

"Open it, open it, open it," Wendy said, almost bouncing with how happy she was. Vince smiled, pulling the lid off and then removing the box contents: a handmade long ticket, in Wendy's handwriting.

"I don't understand this, Wen," Vince said, picking up the paper and reading it. You're invited to the best birthday trip ever. Dress code: your birthday suit and that speedo I love. Turn it around- "what...?" he turned the sturdy cardstock around and then raised his eyebrows. Clipped to the back there was another ticket, this one not so handmade, "Wendy, no. This is too much."

"It's not," she rolled her eyes, leaning in and smashing her lips against his, "I wanna make love to you in a beach. I want to see if you get tanned or red like a lobster," she said against his mouth, "I want you to have the best birthday ever."

"Wendy, amore mio," Vince's voice was strained as he pushed her back, holding the ticket before her eyes, "this is a ticket to Tonnara. È in Sicilia, Wendy! Sicilia, Italia!"

She jumped when he switched from English to Italian and Wendy rolled her eyes, sitting back on her heels and cupping his face, "Vincenzo," she said in a stern voice, "we almost lost you this year, you understand that, honey? Please let us celebrate you?"

"Not in Italy!"

"No one else thinks it's that big of a deal," she smiled, hitting his nose with hers, "your parents wanted to go to Sicily anyway-"

"My parENTS!?" Vince exclaimed, pushing her off his lap and pacing the room, "Wendy Marshall, what did you do?!"

"Lucas has a house there! It's not the end of the world-"

"Lucas doesn't have houses, his father does!"

"We're going!" Wendy got up on the bed in order to be able to see eye to eye with him, "all tickets are bought, your mom is over the fucking roof. Bella and I already shopped for it. Jonah switched all his hospital shifts! It's in four days, Vince. We're going and you're going to love it and you'll let me and all our friends spoil you rotten because we love you and this was not just my idea, it was everyone else's too! Capiche cábron?"

"Cábron is Spanish," Vince scoffed, then his shoulders dropped as he took in a deep breath. A smiled sprouted up in the corner of his lips, "fine, but ask for it in italian."

"You want me to beg?" Wendy rolled her eyes, but she was smiling again, "you're out of your mind-"

He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her to him and grinning, "say per favore, amore mio."

"No," Wendy looped her arms around his neck, "let me go."

He chuckled, squeezing her and letting his hand wander down, pining her to the bed, "can't believe I'm going back to Sicilia, I haven't been there in years..."

"Yeah," Wendy smiled, squirming under him and kissing him, "you're going with me. With all of us."

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Wendy wasn't kidding about everything being decided already. Even his boss had been talked with, seeming entirely too smug as he cornered Vince in the museum after a tour.

"Your pretty little girlfriend said you two are going to Italy," Troy said, big smile on. He was a tiny man with striking blue eyes and a bowl hair cut, "sounds like a proposal sort of trip, Vince. Do you wanna tell me anything?"

"I'm not proposing," Vince rolled his eyes, "it's far too early for that, we've only been together for a year."

"Uhm," Troy shrugged, "well, you know how these college girls are. Ring before spring, Vince."

"Wendy isn't like that," he insisted, "it's not about some ring, it's because of the accident I had at the start of the year. Scared them all half to death."

The older man nodded in understanding, "scared us too, Vince. Either way, enjoy your trip. You don't have to come next Friday."

Vince raised his eyebrows, "you're giving me the day off...? Our busiest day?"

"Your little Tinkerbell is very convincing," Troy shrugged and moved away, leaving Vince stunned into silence.

"Did you bribe my boss?" Vince asked later that day, as he sat on the bed and neatly folded the clothes Wendy was throwing his way.

"Troy?" Wendy asked, crouching before a drawer and digging through her swimming suits, "no, I just asked."

"And he agreed? Easy like that?" Vince frowned, stopping folding a minty green dress, "are you a witch?"

"Yes," Wendy teased, looking over her shoulder and blinking innocently, "I'm an angel, amore mio."

"Well, clearly..." Vince shook his head, surprised, "you even convinced Leo to join."

"Can't take the credit for that one, it was more of a group effort between Jon and Luke," Wendy straightened up, stretching her back, "I talked with your mom and Sophia is sooo excited that Luke is going too."

"Oh no," Vince chuckled, "wait until she finds out Lucas is basically married and Bells is tagging along."

"Poor thing," Wendy laughed, "can't blame her, he's dreamy."

"Marshall, shut up," Vince rolled his eyes, "come to bed, you fold, let me pick my own clothes."

"We're going to carpool tomorrow," Wendy said, a handful of minutes later as Vince threw her the clothes he wanted to take, "you, me, Luke and Bell in Lucas' car. Leo and Jonah are going in Leo's car, the trunk is bigger for all the bags."

"Where are we meeting Luke and Bell?" Vince asked absently minded, "Jon's?"

"Yep, my car is staying in his building."

"Alright, honey," Vince couldn't help but feel a wash of anxiety dawn on him. He couldn't even remember the last time he had been on a plane, to Sicilia no less... Home.

They left terribly early that morning. Wendy muffling yawns against his bicep and Vince himself blinking against sleep. Jonah was already downstairs, in the parking lot of his building, but Leo wasn't nor was Jon's red car.

"He should be back in twenty," Jon explained, helping Vince get the bags out of the car and loading them in Leo's car, "he's taking the kitten to his work friend who's cat sitting for us."

"Bet you already miss her," Wendy chuckled, still sleepy, "Lucas texted ten minutes ago, said they were leaving too."

Vince made small talk, since Wendy left him to his own devices, face pressed to his arm as she napped standing. He had chuckled at her for opting to come still dressed in her pjs, but Wendy had simply rolled her eyes and said "it's a fifteen hours long flight, Vince. I wanna be comfy, I don't care what people say."

"You guys are already late," Leo said when Luke and Bell finally arrived, ten minutes later than they should be.

Lucas cringed, "sorry guys, my fault," he owed up, so Vince immediately knew it was actually on Bell. He looked at the ginger and frowned.

"Everything okay, Bella?"

She nodded, although she looked a little pale, "just not used to waking up so early," Bell yawned, rubbing her eyes, "let's go?"

Leo and Jonah waved goodbye, entering Leo's car with Leo in the driver's side and Lucas threw his keys to Vince.

"You drive, I'm gonna go in the back with Bell," he said, all smiley, although he looked a little tired too.

Wendy frowned, "guys? Everything ok?"

"It's alright," Bella sighed, sounding frustrated, "I just woke up queasy, that's all. Lucas is making a fuss."

"Aw sucks," Wendy sighed, "don't you wanna go shotgun then? Avoid carsickness?"

Bella shook her head, "no, I'm just going to try and nap. Don't worry about me."

It was an hour and a half to the nearest metropolis, where they were getting the plane. Wendy's type A personality, mixed with Lucas and Jon's control freak behavior meant that their flight only left at midday, but they were leaving town at 7 AM.

"You never know what could happen," Wendy shrugged when Vince voiced it, keeping her voice a whisper, "we could have a flat tire or there might be a traffic jam... If you ask me, we're leaving too late already."

"You're an insane woman, sweetheart," Vince shrugged, glancing at the rearview mirror. Lucas was resting his head on the window petting Bell's hair as she lied across his lap, "alright, buckle up. Folks."

They drove the first forty minutes quietly, Wendy napping against her window, Lucas far away and singing under his breath to soothe Bella. Vince couldn't remember if he had ever heard Luke sing, but he wasn't surprised his best friend had a beautiful voice, it was a pity he never ever sang.

As they neared the one hour mark of the trip, suddenly Bella sat up straight and rolled down the window, groaning loudly, "ugh," she moaned, poking her head out.

Vince glanced back to the rearview, "Bells? Do I have to pull over?"

A sick, airy burp answered him and then a groan as she kept her head out of the window, "uhm... I think so, sorry."

"It's alright beautiful, morning sicknESs is liKE ThAT!" he laughed the rest of his joke as Bella kicked his seat.

"I'm not pregnant you ass!" she groaned, clutching the door handle as Vince switched on the lights.

"Of course-ow?!" Vince whined when Lucas flicked his ear hard, moving on the seat to rub his girlfriend's back.

"Shut up, Vince," he scoffed, gently pulling Bella's hair away from her mouth with one hand, rubbing her back with the other, "we're stopping, baby, just take a deep breath."

"I'm trying," Bella groaned, another wet burp punctuating the end of her sentence, "Vince, pull over!"

"Just a second!" he exclaimed, keeping his voice low, although he doubted Wendy could actually sleep through the commotion. He pulled the car to the dust shoulder, near a gas station and no sooner the car had come to a stop, Bella pushed the door open and almost fell off with a harsh gag.

Lucas scrambling to grab her by the shoulder was the only thing that stopped her from taking a dive in the asphalt. Vin cringed in sympathy, reaching in the glove compartment where he knew Lucas kept napkins and a water bottle.

Only then did Wendy open her eyes, seeming out of it, "what's happening? We're here?" she yawned and Vin shook his head.

"Bella's redecorating the road," he said and Wendy took a second to understand. She let out a sigh.

"Aw, honey, switch places with me," Wen turned on her seat, already opening her door, "the backseat is no good."

He heard another wet, gurgly burp and more vomit hitting the side of the road. Vince glanced at the rearview, Lucas was rubbing Bella's back, seeming terribly worried.

"She's fine, Luke. Carsickness happens to us all once in a while..." Vin frowned as he saw a car slow down and stop a couple feet ahead of him. Leo jumped out, seeming confused.

Out of everyone, Leo was probably the most excited. He had never taken an international trip... Or any trip, so he was basically vibrating with happiness.

"Here," Vince handed Lucas the napkins and water bottle, "be right back."

He jumped out of the car and met Leo halfway through, "everything is fine, Bella just a little carsick," Vince said before the blonde could even question him, "you guys can go ahead, we'll catch up in a second."

"Are you sure?" Leo frowned, glancing past Vince's shoulder to where Bella was still hanging out of the door. Vin had left his own door open, so only the puddle of sick on the ground could be seen.

"Yeah, she's fine. Bells is tough as nails, don't worry," Vince smiled brightly, patting his friend's shoulder, "go on, we'll catch up at the airport."

"Alright... My phone is with Jonah, so just call if you need us to stop ahead," Leo nodded, "poor Bells, it's gonna be a long trip."

"Fifteen hours, kiddo, I thought you were excited" Vince rattled him, causing Leo to laugh and swat him away, walking back to the car.

By the time Vince was back in the driver's seat, Wendy had switched places with Bella and the poor ginger was pressed up against the door, her eyes closed.

"I'm gonna take this as a sign of good luck," Vince teased, while Lucas fished out a plastic bag from his carry-on bag and planted it on Bella's lap.

"Thanks," she said in a small, tired voice, "it better be good luck."

Vince smiled, slamming the door shut and squeezing her knee, "or pregnancy."

"I'll make sure to aim at your lap, you idiot," she rolled her eyes, slapping his hand sharply, while Wendy let out a scoff and Lucas groaned loudly, pushing his shoulder from the backseat.

"Just drive already, Vince."

He smiled, pulling the car back on the road. It was going to be a good trip, he could feel it.

TBC

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lostheretics · 1 year

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PLOT TWIST (2)

▸ chapter 2; la vie en... rose?

pt 1 || pt 2

✵ cast : jung wooyoung x fem!reader, ateez, few characters from a certain world... you might know them (vincenzo characters)

✵ genre : romance, marriage life, eventual angst, suggestive, mafia!au, non idol!au

✵ summary : oh how time flies. how far you've become, and who you've become. and in that time, you've meddled with your captors, now family— ateez. you knew you should be ready for a life not so normal, far from fairytale ones with ateez, knowing their background. but you realized; maybe you've been wearing your rose-colored glasses for too long to truly understand them.

to become even more.

✵ notes : it's been 7 months... i caught covid twice, etc etc but i swear i'm trying to write. can't promise for the upcoming parts to come out fast, but i guess, enjoy.

p.s i really need to make my own poster/pic but alas— gif credits belongs to the owner.

p.s.s DO NOT PLAGIARIZE. what to do instead? give ur thoughts, REBLOG.

☒ warnings: i don't think there's much... just depictions of mafia life, a lil harsh word here and there. minors dni still.

☒ i do not condone mafia acts nor any acts that goes against the law at all. everything mentioned are just purely fiction, made to entertain myself and fellow readers in this particular platforms.

☒ do not repost this on any other platform without my permission!

✓ reblogging, liking, and commenting this post in tumblr are much more appreciated.

some say time is absolute, with every minute and every second that counts. some say time is nothing but a mere illusion, that it doesn't really correspond with physical

you decided to believe the latter.

because nothing can explain how it flies so fast; one morning jung wooyoung proposed to you, one blink away and you're in a white dress, in church married to the said man, another blink of an eye and you called him your husband.

it felt like a blink of an eye, and yet here you are, a wife of jung wooyoung for nearly a year; according to the calendar, that is.

you're quite sure that time is merely an illusion, because everything happened so fast; yet you could remember every single thing that happens within it. how you wake up next to wooyoung every morning, seeing his puffy face and hearing his raspy morning voice, nagging him to get up early so that hongjoong would save his own nagging for another thing other than your husband. a year, and you've known every nook and cranny of the mansion you've lived in with your husband and the rest of his brothers in crime.

each and every day just like now, you'd drive to wooyoung's main workplace, a small place just in the outskirts of the town. it was a designated place for ateez's new recruits to mostly build their fighting abilities and make these new people become a part of the mafia. wooyoung has always been in charge of recruiting new people and teaching them anything that needs to be taught, along with jongho and sometimes, san, because he likes to hangout with wooyoung. a year and you've learned enough about ateez.

hongjoong is the captain, the boss, the head of the group and the main face of ateez.

although everyone is basically hongjoong's right hand men, they agreed that seonghwa serves as hongjoong's main right hand. he would do big projects and watch over ateez's biggest business. he would also serve as vice captain.

yunho used to serve in the human resources department with wooyoung, but he's found to be more diligent with transportation and weaponry. both in usage and knowledge.

everyone silently agrees that yeosang has one of the most important role in ateez. ateez wouldn't have been there, or become this big if it wasn't for yeosang and the kang industries which he and his sister manage together. kang industries manages drugs development and sales, a business that his father left for his children including yeosang. he took business classes and medical once, but left both in pursuing his business and mafia career. he serves as the public façade to cover up ateez's dirty business, a casual medical crew, sometimes ateez's bankroll, accountant, et cetera. anything he can work on, he'll work on it.

mingi, along with yunho, works in weaponry. but he's entrusted more with the computers, either hacking, collecting or calculating the data. sometimes serves as the spy too.

spying jobs are left mostly on san, because the man is basically a shadow. he knows everything, will find anything, and can trap anything or even anyone.

jongho, the youngest is the most flexible of all. he works in human resources, mostly teaching newbies to fight as he has the ability. he's strong, he understands his weapons, he works fast, and in silence. only speaks his mind out in his home.

then comes wooyoung and his social butterfly trait. like what has been said before, he recruits, and taught the new recruits whatever needed to be taught. he is loved and respected by the workers within ateez, and even by his own brothers. compared to others, he might have the lowest rank of all, even though ateez never really go with ranks unless to other people outside the eight brothers.

but you love him, nonetheless.

too deep in thought about life, you didn't even realize you've reached your destination. you park your car near the warehouse and got out of the car. you walk to a small door, guarded by a big muscly guy with a foul look in his face. despite everything that looks bad on him, when he sees your figure, he quickly stands aside and open the door for you.

inside, a couple of men stood inside available boxing rings and practice their fighting abilities. the whole place reeks of sweat and blood, but nothing is really new to you. you walk further inside, and found wooyoung practicing some movements with some newbies.

"woo," you called out to him.

one syllable in one certain voice is all that jung wooyoung needed to hear, just to know that it's you, his dear wife. one year of marriage and love taught him that.

wooyoung quickly turn his head to your direction, a grin plastered on his face. he walks to you in fast paces, quickly engulfing you in his arms.

"woo— ew, i love you, but you reek of sweats," you slightly pull away from the hug, but both of your hands still encircling his waist. he chuckles, "yeah? but you love me still. and don't you dare lie to my face, you like me drenched in sweat and in these tank tops, right?"

there's no point in lying, he's right. he does look hot with that black tank top of his.

"whatever," you finally say, "anyways, i brought food. are san and jongho here?"

"jongho just went home. san is here, but," literally, jung wooyoung, who just shouted with domination here and there to the recruits in the warehouse, pouted in front of you. "i wanna have lunch just with you. just the two of us in my office, not with san third wheeling us."

"i heard that, asshole." san chimed in ever so suddenly, looking at wooyoung up and down with annoyance in his eyes. "also, hi y/n. i'm up for your food any time."

"she's my wife, san. not yours." wooyoung deadpanned.

"ouch, you used to call me baby too, wooyoung, so shut up and let me have her food. she's basically my wife too now." san answered, "right y/n?"

you laughed at that, but resolves to giving san his own portion of lunch, "go on, have some, but leave me to him. i really don't wanna hear him nagging at me out of jealousy until midnight."

"i'm not jealous!"

"good joke, woo," san mocked him, then turns to you and smiles warmly, "anyway, thanks y/n! i'll eat the rest with the new kids. you two, go being all lovey dovey all you want in the office."

with that, san walks away from the both of you, followed by the rest of the recruits to the common room for lunch time. wooyoung grabs your free hand and guides you into his office. as soon as the door closes he quickly engulfs you in another hug, this time accompanied by a kiss on your lips, which you replied back with a kiss.

"how's your day?"

you both chuckle to that, knowing you'll both have the same answer to that, "same old, same old."

most days are played on repeat, together you'll eat, sleep, go to wooyoung's lair, eat, sleep, et cetera.

but the other days might be another story to tell.

'hey baby, uhm, you didn't answer my call so i thought i'd leave a voicemail. this is a super not fun info because something suddenly came up. hongjoong hyung sent me with yunho and mingi out to japan, uhh, i still don't know what's up yet. but everyone's basically have their own work, and that includes you.

hongjoong hyung, seonghwa hyung, and yeosang want you to go to yeosang's office. like asap.

—oh! and i love you babe. call me or leave a voicemail soon okay?'

some days are like this.

slow and unsure pace as you walk through the grandeur of yeosang's company, to his office. security greeted you on their way, noticing who you are as you stepped into the elevator. you pressed floor 43. yeosang fears high places, and you still don't understand why he chose the highest floor for his office.

CEO kang yeosang

of kang industries

you gave a knock before turning the doorknob and step into the room. seonghwa, hongjoong, and yeosang all turned their heads to your direction.

"come and sit, y/n." hongjoong commanded. you quickly did as he told.

"what's happening? wooyoung told me something came up so suddenly." you asked, sitting across hongjoong, next to yeosang.

"babel comp. that shit jang hanseok broke things up between us. he tricked us with some paper company from japan, run by a group of yakuza. i sent yunho, mingi and wooyoung to watch around in japan." hongjoong gritted his teeth, clearly pissed with the current problem. he stood up and ruffled his hair out of frustration.

"it costs us 50 million won." seonghwa added. "could be more."

tired of beating around the bush, you spoke, "and what do you want me to do?"

you didn't mean for the words to come out like that; as if laced with sarcasm, with pride. to come out so sourly to left hongjoong wordless and turning his back on you, his shoulder slumping a little. seonghwa and yeosang keep their heads down. reading the air around, you're quick to understand their guilt.

you did tell them not to work with babel before.

however hongjoong persisted with his own ideas and as captain, no one can really say no to him. not even seonghwa. you fully understand why he did that. trusting you, even after a year of marriage with wooyoung was a heavy task for him. you came from nowhere, had no significant background, and then took one of his brother's heart, entering ateez. the others might love you, though seonghwa and yeosang are more on the timid side.

but to hongjoong, you're an outsider.

an outsider who somehow understand how the underworld works, proven by how your words and actions saved the organization many times. despite hongjoong being skeptical and denial most of the times.

you didn't bother to count their mistakes. you're willing to work for his trust, that is.

"which branch of babel did you work on?" you asked, which yeosang answered. "babel constructions."

"thank god. you should stop worrying over it, then. with or without our play in it, babel constructions and babel overall is going to fall into shambles." seeing hongjoong's yet again skeptical look on his face, you added. "it's not a secret that they're going through many legal —or should i say, illegal issues now. especially babel chemicals and construction. i think that's why he's using some paper company to trick us.

the other secret is that there's a problem between jang hanseok and his brother, jang hanseo. there's a rumor going around about hanseok's dirty work, and unsavory stories about him killing his father and took everything from hanseo. there's also rumor going around that hanseo is asking for help from the underworld. he's not as powerful as his brother, but his voice is still heard."

"nothing is written nor signed legally on a paper between babel and you, so that's a free move for ateez," sitting forward, you cleared your throat. "my advice is to send seonghwa to japan. it's about time we strengthen our connections there anyways. work with the yakuzas, find the yakuza working with jang hanseok. negotiate, and if needed, set boundaries and resort to violence to assert dominance. but stay safe, please." you said to seonghwa, "yeosang,"

yeosang looked up to you, awaiting your next words, "kang med&chem manufacturers is standing strong. going against babel chemicals in their weak moments is going to be a challenge, but one that we can do. assert dominance. take over the market and trades. send san to sniff around babel, find anything about them, and to offer help to jang hanseo. send jongho to japan and send mingi home to help san around."

"babel is not gonna give ateez their 50 million won back, so i suggest we take over babel as whole. they have many assets outside of their money and that's gonna be a good thing for ateez to have." you concluded.

"wouldn't that be too hard? too risky?" seonghwa chipped. you nodded.

"it could be. but not if san found a treasure we can use against them. not if we join hand in hand with jang hanseo. not if we mobilize some friends. like stray kids, a little help from the lee family."

hongjoong turned his head around hearing the name, "the lees?"

"i heard lee's uncle or whatever put some money in it too. the police are gonna find out soon and deemed them as part of babel's dirty work. you know the lees, they don't like it when things get messy or if they lose money." you explained, "and since you put the first effort, they only need what they lose be given back to them and with a little bit of extra. babel will still be yours, ateez connection to japan gets stronger, the lees as friends. play your cards right and you'll get everything."

"what do you say, hyung?"

upon yeosang's question, he and seonghwa looked over to hongjoong, awaiting for his approval. the said captain seemed to hesitate for a while, before he turned his body and stared at the three of you, finalizing his decisions.

"do as she says. report to me and y/n daily, even for the smallest inconvenience." he said, "starting from now."

"i'm taking the soonest flight to japan." seonghwa stated. he bowed to the rest of you before walking out of yeosang's office to perform his duty.

yeosang did the same not long after seonghwa. "i'll prepare for future deals and takeovers. i'm heading out."

they left you alone with hongjoong.

not wanting to sit around too long in an uncomfortable air, you sighed and stood up, wanting to leave, "i'm going back home. try not to overthink things, and i'm always available if you need me again." you assured him.

you were about to turn the doorknob when hongjoong turned around and hurriedly called your name, "y/n."

you watched as he walks in a slow pace towards you, looking defeated yet still held his head high. he put his hand on your shoulder gave it a tight squeeze.

"come with me to the auction tomorrow. there's gonna be a lot of important people there. i need you to do something for me."

you raised your eyebrows, "those parties are for the known people within the underground world. i know people, but people don't know me. i'm still a shadow, hongjoong."

"then i guess it's time to bring you under the light."

"what do you want me to do?"

hongjoong chuckled and smiled curtly, "don't rush. you'll know tomorrow. take it easy."

you nodded, though unsure. "okay." you turned back to go on your way out of the office when hongjoong blurted out the words that had you stunned.

"thank you y/n. and i'm sorry."

"i'm not used to this attitude, cap. you're scaring me," you laughed though a bit forcefully, trying to ease the thick serious air around. yet hongjoong didn't budge, still staring down at you with a pair of guilty but prideful eyes, voice still within a serious tone.

"i hope you understand why i did it. you came out of nowhere, you claimed wooyoung's heart, as that punk said," he chuckled, "but before all of that, and until now, he's my brother. no matter how annoying wooyoung can be, he's my family. despite how strong and reckless he can be, i know he's... the weakest out of all of us. you gave him a weak point, y/n. and that's not something that i like."

"but... getting rid of you would be a nuisance too. it seems wooyoung loved you too much and the rest of us liked you enough. that gives me no choice but to start accepting you. what i'm saying is... i don't like you, but i'll try. for wooyoung."

"so... does this mean i'm off the hook or what cap?"

"one wooyoung is enough, not you too." his voice sounding full of defeat, out of joke, of course, almost sending you on the verge of laughing your back off. you thought it's not time yet.

you reminisce on those days. the littlest act you got from hongjoong because he refused to interact much with you. a look of hostility and not an ounce of trust in it. it was tiring constantly living on a thin ice with him around as captain. no one could do anything, not even when the rest of them already welcomed you, not even your own husband. all wooyoung could tell you every night was 'let him take his time, his pace has always been different than us'. you'd like to think how it'll feel when hongjoong finally accepted you.

you look at his face. it was rough with little wrinkles here and there, yet still exudes pride and can induce fear from anyone he wanted, made from years of working in the underground world. years of beating up and being beaten up, of constant wars and darkness. ateez' captain. your captain.

you'd like to hate him, but not with what he had in mind. he wanted to protect his loved ones, including wooyoung. and for that, you're more than willing to forgive him for the inconvenience he caused you. for that reason only, you could start feeling that respect running within you upon hearing his name.

"walk out with me, y/n." hongjoong chirped, breaking you out of your thoughts. pushing the door open, the both of you walked out of yeosang's office. on the way to the elevator, he offered you his left arm, which you take with slight hesitation. however, instead of going down with the elevator, hongjoong took a turn and brought you to the emergency exit leading to the company's rooftop.

there was particularly nothing there, just dirty concrete.

"didn't know this place has a rooftop..." you murmured. hongjoong only chuckled. he took a deep breath before speaking again.

"look around. tell me what you see."

and you did as he told. "nothing in particular. other buildings. concrete. they could've done something to make the rooftop better, i guess." you shrugged.

"good. now tell me where are we standing right now."

"yeosang's company rooftop. kang industries."

"and how good kang industries is?"

"compared to government owned or companies of long history, i'd say it's strong. it holds a significant percentage of this country's market, both domestic and international." you answer as best as you could.

hongjoong nods. the night wind blew his neat hair and rendered it messy, but he couldn't care less, when he pointed his finger to a certain corner of the rooftop.

"i was already with seonghwa when i met yeosang. the company was already unstable when he wanted to join the brotherhood, rebelling against his family. at that corner, yeosang pledged his loyalty to the brotherhood," hongjoong explained, then continued. "that same corner witnesses how we treated mingi when he almost died on one of our heist. yeosang sewed him up himself. we hid here for a couple days, while police were still hot on our tails. i could hear their sirens blasting in the city even though we're up so high in here."

"at that corner i realize we weren't strong enough. but we have the base to be so, heck yeosang even has a company. i wanted us to be strong, and all of us made a pact there. that we'll do better. that we'll surpass good, that we'd be the monster. that, no matter how small we look, we'll be unbeatable, untouchable. and even if someone could beat us, we'll be remembered as ateez the fighter, who fights until the end. soldiers. brothers even in the darkness." he said. then he turned at you, staring down at you with his dark eyes. both of his hands moved to grab your shoulders, keeping you in place. "we came from nowhere, before we finally became who we are today. once again, i hope —no. i need you to understand, y/n. ateez is more than a mere mafia group."

"we are brothers bound by blood, tied at souls. and to become a part of ateez..." he pressed, "is to stay loyal. with all tears, sweat, blood. with everything that we have. and until death. can you do the same to us?"

for a moment, there was nothing but silence.

and in that moment, everything that you believe about hongjoong, you retract them all back. in that moment your mind worked with all its might to change your perspective of kim hongjoong.

he's not a man, he's not just a captain.

kim hongjoong is a fucking monster.

one that's willing to break anything to protect his loved ones. to hunt down anyone of anything that disturbs them. he'll eat anyone alive if they ever dare lay a finger on him. he'll kill, and will let anyone get hurt if it meant to protect them.

if he promises his arm, he'll cut and pay it with his whole arm. a man who never breaks an oath.

both your hands moved on their own, latching onto hongjoong's at your sides. you gave his hands a squeeze before giving a short answer.

"yes."

hongjoong nods in satisfaction and understatement. yours might be a short answer, but he understand still, what all of tonight's conversation meant to you. he understand what kind of thoughts you were having right then, the reason for the choice that you've made and promised to him.

you only had wooyoung in mind.

undoubtedly, wooyoung is a part of ateez. and if you have to give anything to ateez for wooyoung, you'd do it in a heartbeat. you'd do anything for ateez.

for wooyoung.

(to be continued...)

taglist: @thisisnotangel

i legit... did not sleep.... not just for this, but like— you get the drill.

life, in the form of college is catching up on me and im abt to bust my head open. BUT GUESS WHAT it was like on and off and on and off and im like??? "okay then start writing, fill in those gaps" but instead im filled those gaps with anxiety. and covid. and other things but writing —😤😤😤

regardless, i still want to finish this story. so bad. i have the greatest idea in my mind abt this story im abt to cOMBUST IF I DONT LET IT ALL OUT—

anyways... sorry for the wait... and enjoy.

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chicken-fifi · 5 days

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Vincenzo Cassano (Vincenzo) Headcanon | Him as a Boyfriend

Pairing: Vincenzo Cassano / Park Joohyung x Reader

Requested by anon: Can you please write a Vincenzo headcanons? The story line is the same like you did for Paolo but this time for Vincenzo instead?

A/n: i feel a bit behind but i'm really not???? i'm going crazy at this point but i hope this turned out well

Tunes: n/a

Vincenzo is so incredibly protective of you

From the very start

Even before you two officially start dating

When you’re just seeing each other casually

He’s not letting a single thing happen to you

Not on his watch

The two of you become official shortly before his adoptive father’s passing

And you do manage to meet the man

Only for him to pass a few days later

Paolo makes a threat to Vincenzo during the funeral

The whole attack in the early morning hours happens

Vincenzo blows up Paolo’s car

You to head to Korea

He hadn’t wanted to bring you because he didn’t want to drag you into this nonsense

But leaving you behind in Italy would’ve been more dangerous

And he’s not losing someone he’s just realized he’s in love with you

So Korea

At first he’s got a tight hold on where you can and can’t go

Really only feeling comfortable with you at the plaza

The tenants take a liking to you really quickly

Who wouldn’t tbh

Probably wonder why you’re with Vincenzo cause you’re too sweet and normal for that nutcase of man

If only they knew about the psycho who took an immediate liking to you

Hanseok

Yeah

Maybe Vincenzo was in his right with worry on where you could go

Cause the moment you stepped foot out of the plaza is when this fool set his sights on you

And finding out your Vincenzo’s girl just gives him another reason to want the man dead

But onto the actual boyfriend things

Treats you like a queen

He’s def a gift giver

Cooks for you on occasion

Loves buying you clothes for you to try on for him

But also loves the simple things with you

Once he’s serious

He’s serious

Drives you everywhere

On your beck and call

Never once purposefully makes your angry

In fact he can’t stand having you mad at him

But he’ll bite his tongue sometimes

100% threatens Hanseok’s life if he even thinks about breathing in your direction

#kdrama #kdrama headcanons #vincenzo #vincenzo masterlist #vincenzo headcanon #vincenzo vincenzo cassano #vincenzo cassaon headcanon #vincenzo park joohyung #park joohyung headcanon

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swadloom · 7 months

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I was curious what the crew's files said so I took pictures. Taken from my tablet so they're not the best. Some of this is stuff that's already revealed or contextualized in this magazine (shoutout to @atlantis-archive for his super cool work) but there's interesting stuff in there nonetheless, like Vinny's explosion incident happening when he was fairly young and what's shown of Mole's past being more tame than Sweet made it out to be (though maybe the sewer exploration just grosses him out, I can see that being something Sweet would be disgusted by as a cleanly doctor and Audrey wouldn't care as much about.)

Unfortunately Vinny and Packard have a lot of their information blocked out and there's barely anything for Rourke at all, I wonder if it's intentional since it makes Rourke more ominous, Packard has a more minor comedic role, and being forced to wonder how many times Vinny got sent to jail is pretty funny.

Transcription under cut. Brackets means I'm interpereting a word that's cut off, question marks means that I'm not sure if I got it right or what it means, and parethesis are for adding context or my own personal commentary or analysis of their backstories. If anyone has any context for some things mentioned that they think they could explain (like place names or historical context), that would be appreciated!

GARTAN MOLIERE Mineralogist and [Excavator] 39 [Birthplace]: Paris, France [Parents:] Christef and Gabrielle Moliere [Expertise:] Extensive knowledge of… the new science of tectonics. Advise… National du France (?), Ottoman Mining, Aus… New South Wales Coal, Slate and Granite… American Coal and Lumber. Has developed… independent mining and excavation vehicle… related equipment. Holds patents on… Acute senses, particularly taste and… enable… to correctly identify any type of… soil… benefit or aid of any scientific… 98.7… time.

Background: [Gartan]… working family, the [young?]… parents were teachers… courses at the Sorbonne… music teacher. Gartan [discovered?]… subterranean pursuits at the… exploring the vast sever [networks]… Paris. By the age of 13, [Moliere]… specialized type of goggles… exploring caves in the surrounding… and catacombs held no [fun?]… He entered Sorbonne at… opportunity to… mining company…

(it sounds like one of his parents was a music teacher at the same college he went to, which is fun to think about.)

VINCENZO [SANTORINI] Explosives and [Demolition] [Palermo], Italy …and Fabiela Santorini (father’s name unknown) …elance (no idea what the word after this that starts with M is, maybe a place in Italy?) …ining 190(?)…[1903] 1903- (dash indicates a range of dates)… Demolitions; Delphi… (?) 1909, Bachelor’s… Delphi Prison… 1910, Technical Overseer… Hardrock Blasting… 1913.

…“Vinny” Santorini is the eldest… ela Santorini (only have “ela” to work from, so this could also be the name of one of his siblings). The parents own… [specializes] in floral arrangement… to an unfortunate, and to… the Santorini family was… [business?]. Young Vincenzo seemed… fascination for fire, and… small boy… blazes. …became… began… 18. By…

(He would have been around 27 in 1903, I’m guessing it might be a range of time that he was in jail. Also he’s apparently been arrested in Greece, so he might have been on the run too. I wonder from the companies mentioned if Vinny worked as a professional demolitionist but would overdo it just for the excitement and cause serious damage) (He’s mentioned as teaching himself about explosives all on his own in the scan, and also the incident that drew him away from the flower business was when he was too young to have finished college unless he’s a huge savant like Milo, so I’m guessing the mentions of degrees are ones that his parents have in botany-related subjects. I like the implication that he comes from a well-educated family and is probably very smart himself but ended up not liking the business he had to be a part of as a kid and instead putting that energy into blowing stuff up)

[AUDREY] ROCIO RAMIREZ [Chief] Mechanic [Michigan] (Parents names are blocked out, though Manuel can be seen later) …in her… assistant… for [mechanical/mechanics]… at age of… age of… orvisery(?) [position] at age 11. …with fledgling… Credited with developing… method 1909. Developed… oling(?) system 1910. …drive gears 1910. …Reduction-Gear Steering …[Master] Mechanic Manuel… [Industries], Audrey Rocia… from the time she… months, she could… any clock in the… Ana Ramirez found… any lock she… of trying to keep… that no matter

(Master Mechanic Manuel sounds plausible for the name of her father’s business. He’s characterized as somewhat self-centered along with how Audrey talks about him in the movie, she also seems to look up to her sister more than him with how she talks about her and has probably learned some about fighting from her. I can see him contributing to her tough attitude. Unknown if Ana is the name of her mother or sister.)

[STRONGBEAR SWEET] [Medical] Officer …Jerika [Sweet] [Internal Medicine?]… … .D. [University]… 189(?)… Medic… with… until 1901, acting as… Roosevelt's personal… during the Kettle and… [instrumental] in treatment of… in disease-ridden… ceased… Received no… [personal] letter from… [knowledge] of Arapho and… by his maternal (assuming uncle)… and studied… 1905. Traveled to… at Prins Oklahoma and… at Baxter

…in Fort Phil (Kearny?)… Pine Ridge

(I tried looking up Kansas universities that might fit with what’s cut off, seems like most likely he went to college out of state. ?.D. university… My best guesses are the universities of Idaho, South Dakota, or North Dakota. The University of Idaho may have been too young at the time to be a candidate, he would have been 27 already when it was established.) (if anyone knows what “the Kettle” is referring to please let me know!) (Side note, the mention in the scan of Sweet caring for people on both sides of the battle, presumably the Spanish-American war, calls to mind how Sweet seems to distrust Rourke’s motives but still tags along to be a doctor for the team. He’s so underrated I love Sweet so much.)

(Packard’s page, first angle:) [phone] in 1888… [professional]… ment(?) of work. …known… 1893. …1898-1901. …Worked… 1902-04. …1902. …1903. …[develop Radar]… (Packard’s page, second angle:) …[BERTHA] PACKARD [Communications?] Officer Cudot (parent name) …1875… of… [communication]… full… brating(?) Telephone in 1888… Secured congressional… (not much to gather from this one except that she seems to have been working with researchers and communication technology all her life, since she was 22. Could explain why she’s so nonchalant about her job by now.)

(Rourke’s page:) …life of… “C”… Golden… became… Also… (I wonder what “C” means, perhaps a codename? I'm assuming Golden refers to some kind of reward from the military.)

#disney atlantis #atlantis the lost empire #atlantis: the lost empire #atlantis disney

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englishstrawbie · 9 months

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Saw your prompt list. Could you do Marina “ you can talk to about anything, you know. “ please and thank you!

Maya leans against the door and watches her wife rock back and forth on her chair. The porch has become her favourite place to sit in the evenings, appreciating the cool breeze that eases the intensity of the summer heat. Even her Italian blood is struggling with the heatwave that currently scorches the city.

She sits with a book in her lap, unopened and ignored tonight, her eyes locked on the tree at the bottom of the garden. She has talked about building a treehouse for the child they are struggling to conceive. Tomorrow marks two weeks since their last round of IVF and Maya knows that she will be thinking about what the pregnancy test might show.

But it is not that which has made her so quiet this evening. Her silence can be attributed to the unexpected appearance of Vincenzo DeLuca two days ago.

He had turned up at Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital, as if it was perfectly normal for him to show up unannounced to see his daughter. There was no mention of the fact that he has been missing from her life over the last three years, that most of her calls and messages go unanswered, that he never calls on the anniversary of Andrew’s death, that last year he forgot her birthday.

He had taken them out for dinner, wanted to get to know Maya, been interested in her work and keen to see their new home – and then he had failed to show up to breakfast this morning. He had sent Carina a text just after lunch to explain that he had caught a flight to Los Angeles to meet with an old friend to discuss a research project he is developing.

And just like that, he is gone from her life again.

Maya steps out onto the porch, the wooden boards creaking under her feet and catching Carina’s attention. She turns her head and smiles at Maya as she pulls the second chair closer and sits down beside her.

“You doing okay?”

Carina nods, although her eyes give away her sadness. Maya reaches out and takes her hand.

“Maybe he’ll do better at keeping in touch now,” Maya says, trying to be positive.

Carina scoffs and Maya knows it is futile trying to make her feel better.

“I just…” Carina trails off.

“What?” Maya prompts.

Carina shakes her head. “Nothing.”

“Hey,” Maya says, squeezing her hand gently, “you can talk to me about anything, you know.”

“I know, bambina,” Carina says. “It’s just… I’m scared that, if we have children…”

“When we have children,” Maya interjects.

Carina smiles. “…when we have children…” She pauses to take a long, shaky breath. “I’m going to be like him.”

“No,” Maya says immediately. “You don’t have the markers, you have regular catch ups with Doctor Cole. We would know by now.” She turns in her seat. “And even if it did happen, you would get treated and we’d manage it. You wouldn’t be like your dad in any way.”

“No, Maya, that’s not what scares me,” Carina says.

Maya frowns, confused. “Then what is it?”

“What if the way he was as a dad wasn’t because of his bipolar? Maybe he’s just a crappy father who doesn’t know how to love his children,” Carina says.

A tear falls down her cheek and she wipes it away with the back of her hand.

“What if my brain is wired the same way and I…”

“…don’t know how to love our child?” Maya finishes the question for her. “Oh, honey, I know that that is never going to happen.”

“How?”

“Because our baby isn’t even here yet and you already love them so much.” She drops her hand to Carina’s stomach. “And maybe – hopefully – our baby is in here, or maybe we have to be patient a little longer, but whenever he or she or they get here, you are going to be the best mom in the world.”

Carina wraps her hand around Maya’s, more tears falling but she doesn’t bother to hide them.

“Okay?” Maya says, as sternly as she can.

“Okay,” Carina says. She leans forward and embraces Maya in a kiss. “Although I think you might give me a chase for my money.”

Maya chuckles and runs the back of her hand across her wife’s cheek.

“Whatever happens tomorrow, it’s going to be okay,” Maya says softly. “We’re in this together, right?”

“Si… together.”

Romantic moment prompts

Thank you, Anon, for such a polite message! I hope you like what I did with it.

#station 19 #maya bishop #carina deluca #station 19 fanfiction #my fanfiction #romantic moment prompts

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autistichanseo · 11 months

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This is a long one !! sorry!! here's some true brothers angst thinking (with comfort at the end) for you guys though <33 (also read the tags after reading this if you do read this maybe cos I go on another mini ramble lmao)

Thinking about maybe when Hanseo and Vincenzo live together in Malta, since all Hanseo’s ever known is getting abused (both physically and verbally) and hurt over any mistake he made no matter how small, he automatically assumes Vincenzo will do the same to him (of course he would, that's what he “deserves”, right?).

So he tests the water with Vincenzo a bit.

To see what Vincenzo’s limits were, what to avoid doing to not get hurt, what the unspoken rules were (after all Hanseok had plenty).

It starts with small things, not tidying up after himself, breaking a plate “accidentally”, leaving milk out to spoil (also “accidentally”).

But Vincenzo doesn’t hurt him.

He helps Hanseo clean up the plate he dropped, checking to see for any possible injuries. He casually tells him to remember to put his things away when they’re all over one of the rooms. He only ever lightly scolds him (it was more a reminder than anything) in a light tone to make sure to not leave out the milk out next time for too long because it’ll spoil, but it was fine, that they could just ask a maid to add milk onto the grocery list.

It both confuses and scares Hanseo.

It meant he didn’t know what would set off Vincenzo, and he couldn’t handle the anxiousness that clawed at him whenever he was around him because of it.

Plus he was apart of the literal mafia, who knew what he and his mafia family (that also lived on the island) would do to Hanseo when angered?? He had seen first hand all of the various ways he toyed with Hanseok, and couldn't forget what Vincenzo had done to him before he joined his side, so who knew what methods he'd use when angered?? He needed to find out what to avoid, and fast.

Vincenzo starts noticing and asks if somethings wrong and why he's been avoiding him, to which Hanseo was terrified (and slightly relieved) that this was when the other shoe would drop and Vincenzo would shout at him or hit him.

But that never happened.

When Hanseo told him nothing was up, that he was struggling to sleep a bit lately so because of that he's just been a quite tired recently and out of it, Vincenzo seems to buy it and offered to get him a therapist, as after all it makes sense he’d be restless after everything that happened not too long ago in Korea. He ruffles his hair and leaves and Hanseo is just left shocked.

Why was he being so patient with him?? Hanseok would’ve hurt him at so many points in this test, why didn’t Vincenzo? (“Any other person would’ve by now right?”)

Was he toying with him? Making Hanseo more and more relaxed around him so that a real punishment would sting more and Hanseo would blame himself for it?

No, he shakes off that thought immediately. His hyung wouldn’t do something like that. It had to be something else.

He needs to know when the other shoe will drop. So he escalates things. Better to know now than fuck up later and have his hopes ruined.

So he keeps “forgetting” to go to his therapy appointments. He “tripped” and broke one of Vincenzo’s prized art pieces, he refuses to move his things or clean up after himself. He goes out to drink almost every day and comes home at like 3am, sometimes blasting loud music when Vincenzo's sleeping.

Anything. Anything for the second shoe to drop.

And eventually, Vincenzo can’t take it anymore, but it didn’t go as Hanseo expected it.

Vincenzo and him get in a huge argument, Hanseo’s refusing to listen (the shoe has to drop now right?) and Vin just exasperatedly like “why are you doing this?” but he isn't shouting at him or upset, just… concerned?

What??

Why wasn’t he mad??

As Vincenzo is asking him to explain why he was being like this Hanseo can’t bottle it up anymore and just bursts out with “because you won’t hurt me!!! why wont you hurt me??? just get it over with and scream at me for screwing up or slap me or anything! just do something so I'm not always anxious around you and... scared everything’s going to- I don’t know, straight up collapse at any moment or something!! just tell me what your rules are!!”

And that's when Vincenzo realises.

Oh.

His heart sinks. Because he now knows exactly why Hanseo’s doing this.

He’s trying to figure out what Vincenzo would hurt him for.

He thinks Vincenzo is going to hurt him eventually like Hanseok did.

Oh.

It takes Vincenzo a moment to process this and it's suddenly silent and Hanseo thinks this is when the other shoe has dropped.

He’s filled with fear once again, but this time it spills over any sort of relief he could’ve gotten at finally “finding out what Vincenzo’s limits were” because Hanseo can’t read Vincenzo’s face right now. He associates that unreadability with the unreadable expression Hanseok would have on his face before hurting Hanseo.

He's bracing himself to get shouted at or hurt so he goes back into Hanseok-mode and takes a step back, starting to cave in on himself as he's about to try to apologise and take back what he just said.

Thankfully, Vincenzo realises this and immediately snaps out of his head to reassure Hanseo. "Hanseo... I'm not going to hurt you... I was never planning on ever laying a hand on you. Ever. Nor was I planning to ever shout at you."

And Hanseo is just.

Stunned.

He doesn't know what to say so he's only responds with a meek "Why?"

For Vincenzo to be like "what Hanseok did to you wasn't normal or even okay in the first place, and you'll never get any of that horrible treatment from anyone again." (Vincenzo will make sure of that).

And Hanseo's just. speechless.

He can't figure out what to say or do so he's just there, starting to tear up like "hyung..."

Because this is when Hanseo realises that for the first time in his life, he's truly, truly safe now.

Because now he has a home, and he didn't just mean the island they lived on, but Vincenzo himself. Vincenzo was home to him, and he was more of a home to him than any fancy villa Hanseo had had before could've ever been.

Yeah, he'll be okay now.

After all, no matter what happens, he has his home to go back to.

#I think a lot of people forget #hanseo and vincenzo are Very Traumatised individuals #and Will have trauma responses #a.) they're not as healthy of a brother dynamic as everyone thinks they are (they both need time to heal for that to happen)#and b.) it wont just be happy ever after now that they're living together even tho I wish it was that easy #abuse isn't easy to get over #there will be a Lot of hardships to overcome because of the things ingrained in your brain from it #but they'll be able to overcome their hardships now that they have each other #and the ones they can't overcome they'll face and deal with Together #because Thats what makes people brothers. not a family tree branch or by blood #but by love and appreciation and being there for each other when things get tough #no matter what obstacles arise #thats why the full saying isn't “blood is thicker than water”#but “The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb.”#it's why their dynamic is called true brothers I rest my case #speaking of:#true brothers #jang hanseo #jang han seo #jang hanseok #vincenzo #tvn vincenzo #빈센조 #myposts

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tellywoodtrash · 4 months

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Hi! How are you?

Who is your favorite character of all time? How many shows do you think you've watched till date (an estimate maybe)

I couldn't pick just ONE character! I'm ANCIENTTTTTTT (in my 30s) and have been mainlining media since the age of like 1 (shout out to Sesame Street, I still watch the clips), how could I possibly pick ONE character out of the 100s (if not 1000s) of shows I've watched???

Some top faves though, through the years:

Chandler Bing (Friends)

Jake Peralta (Brooklyn Nine Nine)

Captain Dad Holt (Brooklyn Nine Nine)

Gina Linetti (Brooklyn Nine Nine)

Christina Yang (Grey's Anatomy)

Villanelle (Killing Eve)

Crowley (Good Omens)

Anika (Ishqbaaaz)

Omkara Singh Oberoi (Strictly Pre-DBO Ishqbaaaz)

Gauri Kumari Sharma (DBO/Ishqbaaaz)

Kusum Kothari (Shaadi Mubarak)

Hong Cha Young (Vincenzo)

Lee Ik Jun (Hospital Playlist)

Porsche Kittisawasd (Kinnporsche)

Tankhun Theerapanyakul (Kinnporsche)

Kimhan Theerapanyakul (Kinnporsche)

Prapai (Love in The Air)

.... Ok, I think that's quite enough. (Also I've reached the Tumblr image limit, lmao.) Safe to say, my brain is always filled with my beloved blorbos and I spend most of my time thinking of them. 🥰🥰🥰

#tt answers

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lhoandbehold · 1 year

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Balloonomania Part I: Putting the mania in, well, balloonomania

A collection of my balloonomania posts got more notes than I expected them to (see: more than, like, 10) and a fair few tags of people saying they wanted to hear more. I can’t deny people who want to hear about balloons anything, so I thought I wanted to do a little series for whenever I maybe have an hour and don’t want to Draw. (This is a long post but I promise there's a dirty balloon joke at the end if that's what you're into).

Why do I care about the early days of ballooning so much? Well, one thing about me, is I’m a little guy who LOVES when history is silly. And hot air balloon history is extremely silly. This was a time of SO much fuss. Here are some highlights

Humans took to the skies powered by the smell of burning old shoes and rotten meat.

The Montgolfier brothers launched the first ever hot air balloon in 1783 (in front of an audience at least). It worked very well all things considered, but it’s worth nothing that the Montgolfier brothers were the sons of an affluent paper-maker, NOT scientists. They had figured out that hot air had the capacity for lifting pieces of paper and cloth, but not actually why. What they thought was going on was that a particularly thick and solid smoke was able to induce the lift-off they needed. So they ‘invented’ what they named ‘Montgolfier gas’, a particularly vile recipe for thick black smoke. Burn some wet straw, old shoes and spoiled meat and bob’s your uncle. Take-off! (Hydrogen had been discovered like 20 years prior and other actual scientists basically immediately starting implementing hydrogen in their balloons, but the first launches? Stinky)

Hot air balloons were all the rage, right away

It’s hard to understate the absolute strangle-hold hot air balloons had on particularly France and England very early on. Sept. 19, 1783, the brothers launched their famous ‘manned’ hot air balloon (the passengers were a sheep, a duck and a rooster, who, yes, were all fine in the end) to an audience of yes, King Louis XVI and Marie Antoinette and a whopping 130.000 spectators. When Vincenzo Lunardi (gentleman, heartbreaker, lover of cats) launched his first balloon on british soil in 1784, it was to an audience of 150.000 people. Again, this was in the late 1700’s. An estimated 1 million people lived in London at the time. Not all balloon launches in the coming years would have such wild accumulations of crowd come witness them, but they were often times still very big, very anticipated events.

Anywhere you look? BALLOONS

Contemporary accounts describe it as the balloon madness. The frenzy. The rage.

And aside from the staggering number of people willing to stand around and watch a balloon take off (or fail to) I think a lot of these adjectives are the result of an interesting overlap between an early culture of consumerism and Balloonomania.

Not only was being a balloonist an entire business model. Charging subscriptions for people to come see your launches, branding yourself as a rockstar personality (again, VIncenzo Lunardi would have women come up to him and tell him they had written his names on their garters) - there was also balloon merch. Fucking. Everywhere.

Balloon images were appearing on almanacs, on waistcoats, in bonnets, in sleeves and in hairstyles. Dishes were being named after balloonists as well as aerial concepts .

And if you were bored of buying physical things? Hey, you could sing one of the songs about balloons. Or read a poem about balloons (for all the goths out there Percy Shelley wrote at least one poem about balloons). Or why not pick up a book heavily featuring balloons as a plotpoint. Or go to the theatre! Where they will awkwardly incorporate balloons into their plays, just to draw in an audience. One play even marketed themselves as having a real inflated balloon on stage. Of course, this particular play was canceled on opening night due to it’s ‘offensive and dangerous nature’, turns out having an open fire burning consistently in a small, crowded room is a bad idea (especially if that fire was made according to the recipe of Montgolfier gas).

And of course… the riots.

The problem with the fact that if a balloon launch didn’t take off successfully, it would often-time instigate a riot is that I don’t have time to get into the details of all the many, many balloon launch riots. This will require an entire post onto itself, honestly. So sit tight - but the balloon riots were real, and not a one-off events.

And for what?

The funniest and silliest thing about balloons (and gods, there are so many to choose from) is the way they were actually pretty useless.

So much of Europe was daydreaming about how balloons would revolutionise travel, military and social life. Girls would be able to sneak out of their houses to MAKE OUT WITH BOYS. Boys would be able to sneak into girls houses to MAKE OUT WITH GIRLS. You would need to instate balloon police to catch all the robbers fleeing in their balloons! Balloons would make the basis of crafts taking scientists to the most remote corners of the earth, and armies would be able to flood cities over night. Well, you might have noticed, this world was never one we got to live in. Most of all because balloons are so incredibly difficult to steer, even today.To the extent that when they first invented a balloon you could navigate with, they literally named it ‘balloon we can actually navigate with’ (dirigible balloon). How do you sneak out for your hot make out session with your boy if even just having the balloon take off isn’t a given, let alone directing its path?

So for a couple of very interesting years, the people of northern europe were gripped in the balloon frenzy, but what balloons really did was spark imagination. Human flight was possible! What on earth could be next?

Anyway, as a treat for making it all this way down, here's a drawing of Vincenzo Lunardi looking exactly like the kind of 18th century heartthrob that would make people write his name on their underwear

And here's a contemporary drawing aimed at him which is, yes, a dick joke

#balloon posting #balloonomania #history of flight

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tiffanylamps · 2 years

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Han Joo Won: the 'I don't like touching people' boy and his manhandling victim.

Hi! I am here once again to give you a Beyond Evil analysis/meta-commentary. This time we are discussing Joo Won's whole touch deal... (and briefly discussing Dong Sik's, as well).

This show has a very big thing about hands and touching (women's fingertips are literally cut off) and they decided to have one of its main characters are issues with touch and chooses to avoid it. Who then proceeds to... well... we all know.

This is an excerpt from the essay I mentioned in this post. So, if it reads as being a bit little unfinished that's because it is meant to be a part of a larger piece.

I will also prefix that this post doesn't really delve into Joo Won's mental health or family history. It's just a commentary on how he treats Dong Sik differently from other people.

[I advise not taking shots every time you read the word "touch"... you'll end up in hospital]

[29/06/22 Note: This post has been edited and improved.]

[A continuation from a separate paragraph.]

As physical touch is something that can be taken away, for a character like Joo Won who struggles with giving and receiving it, it is important that there are only two characters that Joo Won will actively choose to touch throughout the show; as in, he chooses to touch them more than once.

Those two characters are Kwon Hyuk and Lee Dong Sik.

Joo Won touches Dong Sik (in the beginning) due to surges of uncontrollable anger, feelings of upset, or frustration. Other people have the capacity to upset, frustrate, and anger Joo Won but he doesn’t get physical with them in the same way. Almost like he doesn’t want to be in their personal space.

This is deemed as an unusual characteristic, considering Joo Won's preference for avoidance. The show's creators highlight that this is not a signifier of Joo Won being a hypocrite or a liar, but instead, it portrays that Joo Won either cannot control his emotions and/or actions around Dong Sik, or he doesn't want to.

Joo Won treats Dong Sik (physically) from everyone else in his life. We are given a direct comparison to show us the difference in which Joo Won treats Dong Sik. That is shown through Joo Won's relationship with Kwon Hyuk. Dong Sik and Hyuk are the only people (that I remember) receiving physical contact from Joo Won that was affectionate.

However, the intensity with which he touches them is the main difference. For Hyuk, Joo Won would pat his shoulder quickly to show his thanks and appreciation. It is friendly, platonic, emotionally stunted and a little sterile but affectionate, nonetheless.

(It took me so long to find that gif)

Compared to Dong Sik, well… In the most simplistic terms, Joo Won manhandles Dong Sik.

Within South Korean media, it is not uncommon for male characters to display their frustration by manhandling another male.

Stranger

Vincenzo

Welcome 2 Life

Are some examples. However, the frequency in which Joo Won does this is what makes him stand out.

Dong Sik also manhandles male characters when he has lost his temper (Club man, Han Joo Won, the guy he may have killed). For a character as multi-faceted as Dong Sik, it would have been easy for the show to make Dong Sik a touchy-feely man, as it would have fitted within his archetype: bouncy, loud, maybe the village gay, vibrant... tactile. But they didn't; Dong Sik isn't very physical at all. There are three occasions (or reasons) in which Dong Sik is tactile:

Moments of extreme anger: always toward men and always because the male is acting in an unacceptable way (The club man, punching Joo Won in the face, maybe killing that other guy)

Moment of extreme stress: trying to save Sang Yeob's life

Moments of affection: offering comfort to his mother and Joo Won.

Unlike, the two times he reacted negatively to Joo Won touching him (the first time Joo Won touched him and when Joo Won handcuffed them together), Dong Sik tends to not have that much of a reaction to being touched. Having said that, there is one time I can think of when Dong Sik is touched by another male and he has an immediate negative reaction. In episode 3, Jung Je pulls on Dong Sik's arm to stop him from walking and Dong Sik (notably angry) yanks his arm away.

So, despite the fact that Dong Sik's characterisation could have easily made him a tactile person, they chose not to do that. I believe they did this to show that despite how (initially) antagonistic Joo Won was, Dong Sik never had that much of an issue with the younger man touching him. If he did, he would do more about it, as proven by the scene with Jung Je.

[Side note: Dong Sik was beaten up by the police when he was twenty. So, I do think there is something to say about how he reacts to Joo Won being aggressive with him. Dong Sik has a side of him that can be aggressive and when pushed, he can become physically violent (beating up the man he might have killed and choking Lee Chang Jin are two examples), which suggests that Dong Sik is not a passive man. However, those instances were when he was the aggressor. When he is on the receiving end of aggression, especially if it is Joo Won as the aggressor, he becomes placid and almost like a rag-doll. Due to his history, it would suggest that this is a trauma response, his way of trying to keep Joo Won from actually hitting him. BUT, but, but, but that doesn't explain this-

The amounts of times Dong Sik does shit like this ^

Despite his history of being assaulted and Joo Won's continual aggressive behaviour, Dong Sik sure doesn't have a problem being in Joo Won's personal space. He might not actively choose to touch Joo Won but he does get in his personal space. I think it's partially because he wants to intimidate and aggravate him with his ambiguous sexuality and because he enjoys it. His way of dealing with Joo Won's aggression is kind of like: what?? are you going to punch me or kiss me? make your mind up, I'm waiting... He's an interesting, complicated, slutty man... ]

But like many other characters within South Korean media, especially in the crime genre, Dong Sik's acts of physically touching other characters are sporadical. He'll do it once (perhaps twice to a certain character) and that’ll be it. [from my personal knowledge] Han Joo Won is not like other mainstream male characters in South Korean media (within the crime genre), he’s (despite his mysophobia/mental health) a very tactile person and will go out of his way to be physical with Dong Sik.

Joo Won is the (one of two) main character in a show that is within the crime/murder/mystery genres. He is not a love interest in an obvious romance show. He is not showing his anger for reasons of jealousy, protection, or peacocking and yet, he still finds a way to physically touch Dong Sik. The older man is not his rival in his romantic life or at work, he is his suspect turned ally. He is a man Joo Won (at one point in time) seems to loathe... and yet, from the beginning, he finds any excuse to be in his personal space. Joo Won doesn't do this with any other character.

What is telling about Joo Won’s interest in only touching Dong Sik, is that as their relationship develops, his touches diversify:

Grabbing Dong Sik’s clothes: to prevent him from moving (episode 3-16)

Grabbing Dong Sik’s clothes: to pull him closer/emphasise his point or his feelings (episode 3-16)

Holding onto Dong Sik even when Dong Sik is doing something else (checking his phone: episode 6)

4 specific examples that stand out to me:

Cradling Dong Sik’s crying body whilst holding hands with him (episode 10)

Angrily holding onto Dong Sik’s clothes, pulling him closer and looking at his lips (episode 14??)

A soft (absent-minded) brush of his hand (episode 15)

Clutching Dong Sik’s hands and crying into them (episode 16)

(This show has a lot of hands in it and that’s so beautiful)

Here's a quick visual example/summary of the progression:

The first time Joo Won touches Dong Sik [Disclaimer: I'm discounting the ep1 hand pat because ep3 was the first time he is the initiatator]

The last

Joo Won's tactile nature with Hyuk displays his philia/storge* love for him. Whereas, the way Joo Won touches Dong Sik shows his eros/ludus "love"/interest/repressed feelings for the older man. It is passionate, angry, confused, uncontrollable, desperate, and lustful. But then it becomes: repressed, affectionate, desperate, passionate, lustful, caring, absent-minded, and natural.

One display is relaxed, not easily given and platonic (Hyuk). The other is intense and is not platonic in the slightest (Dong Sik). Further proving how differently Joo Won views and treats Dong Sik.

*the seven kinds of love defined by the Ancient Greeks.

Joo Won is… hilarious and so obvious.

In the beginning, he thinks that Dong Sik is either a serial killer or at least complicit in multiple women’s brutal murders and yet, he’s popping around his house, whispering in his ear, getting in his personal space- he doesn’t fear Dong Sik.

Dong Sik’s person doesn’t set off his mysophobia, he does, however, cause Joo Won to have anxiety responses to their interactions. (This is also triggered because of other things going on with Joo Won’s mental health/ the stressful nature of the situation.)

A quick summary of the different ways Joo Won's able to touch others:

Moments of stress or extreme anger: always toward men and always because the male is acting in an unacceptable way (Dong Sik, the group he beats up in ep5//kind of, Kang Jin Mook) Moment of extreme stress: trying to save Nam Sang Bae's life Moments of affection: Dong Sik (I don't need to elaborate). For work: Joo Won is capable of touching people for work. As shown by his interactions with those who are mentally unwell: Bang Ho Cheol, the boy from episode 2, Jung Je.

If it's for work, he can do it. But does he want to? No. This further proves that there are only two people he actually wants to touch: Hyuk and Dong Sik.

Notably, he never touches any of the female characters, either.

What I’m trying to say is: that Dong Sik from the get-go is a special case in Joo Won’s life and I think that further supports Joo Won’s queer coding.

(^ what they said)

So, as we have established how Joo Won treats Dong Sik differently, we now must ask: why?

Anyway, thank you for reading this short excerpt from that essay I mentioned. I had a whole bit analysing Joo Won's mysophobia and his potential OCD/ASD and how that affects his actions. But I've decided not to include it because it lacks direction and doesn't do his character justice. Not to say that this entry does, but it has something to say, even if it the obvious and only small.

I hope this was entertaining to read. It's a mess but... yeah... I'm not going to do anything about that.

Once again, if you want to add to the conversation/share your own thoughts in any way, please feel free to do so. I love talking about this show and its layers, and would be more than happy to do so with you lovely lot!

Bye!

#beyond evil #jtbc beyond evil #beyond evil analysis #han juwon #han joo won #lee dongsik #jwds #beyond evil meta commentary

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crimsoni-nkwell · 1 year

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hello!! ! just read your milo thatch fic, i loved it!! :] any chances you'd write for vinny santorini?? fluff and or smut really

oKAY HAVE A LOVELY DAY-

Hii, I’m so glad you liked the fic 🤭 I tried my hand at hurt/comfort here but it’s not my strong suit so bear with me. I assumed you wanted a male reader so that’s what I did. Anyways, enjoy 🙈

Vinny Santorini x Male!reader hurt/comfort + smut

Not for female/fem aligned

You’d never considered yourself a very anxious person. Sure, you had your moments, but they were brief and easily hidden. You’d never had any deep connections to people, which perhaps made your detached lifestyle easier. It could also explain the noticeable uptick in your nervous musings of late.

You’d never considered yourself a very anxious person, until you met Vinny.

One night, more tipsy than you’d like to admit, you’d found yourself huddled in the corner of a bar with a tall, wide framed man. Rourke, he’d called himself.

“There’s money involved.” You remember him saying, “You seem like someone who would be interested in that.”

You’d been slightly offended by the statement, but he was right, so you simply asked him how much.

“It depends.” He’d responded, a smirk on his face that made you want to slink away, but you stayed put. You had to think in your best interest, and offending this man by running off did not seem to be in it.

“And what exactly are you asking me to do again?” You asked, your head fuzzy from the alcohol.

“It’s a mission. There’s a whole team. We’re going in search of an ancient lost civilization. Atlantis is what it’s called, but I assume you’ve heard of it.”

You hadn’t.

“We’re going to take a submarine, we have a man working on translating the directions. Brilliant young lad. I want you to be our diver.” He slid a paper and a pen across the table, “All you have to do is sign your name here and you're on the team.”

You’d never been on a submarine before, hardly been on a boat even. You weren’t even completely sure what a diver was, but you were fairly confident that you could figure it out without sinking the submarine, so, you signed your name. After all, you were tired of floating around, never staying in one place too long. Maybe this job would help you find your footing.

Rourke had smiled in a way that made your whole body tense, quickly snatching back the paper and pen. Standing up, he had shook your hand stiffly and given you a time, date, and place for when he expected to see you ready for the journey. You’d watched him leave, wondering what the hell you’d gotten yourself into.

You’d been correct in your assumption that you could learn your way around the job you’d signed up for, and even began to enjoy the peacefulness and solidarity of floating around in open water. Right from the start, you’d been skeptical about the existence of Atlantis, much more focused on the money aspect. At first, this had been a slight cause of concern for you but you quickly realized almost everyone on the crew was thinking in similar terms, and had begun to relax. You never asked Rourke why he had chosen you to be a part of the team. You didn’t want to know.

Vincenzo or Vinny as everyone called him - you thought the nickname was ridiculous - had caught your eye right away. You had quickly noticed that the rest of the crew was a very talkative bunch, and had become agitated at the idea of living with them with virtually no escape. He’d been a relief from that, a man of few words who talked when you wanted to talk and didn’t when you didn’t. He never questioned it.

It wasn’t long before first kisses had been exchanged, then sleeping together, and soon the two of you fell into a comfortable routine. And it didn’t take much time for I love you’s to be said. You had always dreaded hearing someone say they loved you for the first time. You were certain it would have sent you running, leaving you and someone else unnecessarily unhappy and confused. But with Vinny, it had felt so natural. Neither of you said it much, but it was there.

You’d known you were attracted to men from a young age, and began to border promiscuous in your teenage years. You’d never been particularly ashamed of it, but you’d never gone out of your way to make it a known fact either. Still, people found out. It was only natural, with you running around with any man you could get your hands on. It wasn’t really that you had any deep affection for any of these men, it was more a way to soften the uncomfortable thrum of loneliness that you’d become accustomed to.

You and Vinny didn’t talk much. He didn’t share much information about himself, and you didn’t share much either. Most of what you knew about him had been passing remarks from other members of the crew. Vinny, on the other hand, seemed content to leave you and any information about you be. Despite this lack of understanding between you, you’d begun to feel a sort of responsibility towards Vinny.

It was then that you had noticed your anxiety increase. A dull worry that you wouldn’t return from your dives began to fill your mind, wondering until you were safely back on the submarine if you had said enough to Vinny. You would watch him when he worked with his explosives, your heart beating a little too fast for your comfort as you wondered how likely an accident was. You’d never said anything about it, you didn’t want to.

Now, pacing back and forth at the foot of a bed in the otherwise empty med bay, this anxiety had increased to something you could only describe as pure fear.

Earlier that day, Vinny had casually proposed the idea of mixing two of his explosives together to see what happened, and to potentially make your passage to Atlantis easier if his theories about what would happen were right. The rest of the team had warned him against it, Audrey spewing some facts about the dangers of mixing explosives. But Vinny had looked to you for confirmation. You had simply shrugged. Who were you to interfere in his business?

Now you cursed yourself for this. You hadn’t been thinking about Vinny, you hadn’t heard any explosion, but later in the day you started to feel a sense of unease spread through your body. It was still a new feeling to you, and it frustrated you, you were disconcerted by the fact that your head was trying to tell you something was wrong when, clearly, nothing was. That was what you had thought anyway.

You had been sitting in the mess hall, half reading a book you had stolen from Milo, when the doctor had come up behind you and placed a hand on your shoulder. You had flinched away from the touch, and he stepped back gently, holding his hands up in surrender.

“What?” You had said.

The way he looked at you sent a cold feeling through your veins. On the surface, he kept his usual composure, but there was something in his eyes, something that you couldn’t quite place, that told you something was wrong.

“Vinny’s uh, he’s been injured, there was an explosion when he was working. He’s in the med bay. He’s not awake but I thought I’d ought to tell you, just because…you know.” His voice was level enough, but there was still a hint of anxiety that disturbed you.

You’d always assumed the doctor knew about you and Vinny. He was ever the observant one, and you’d imagined it was hard for him not to notice the slight bruising on your hips and around your neck during your mandatory check ups. You were thankful he’d never commented on it.

“He’s going to be alright then?” Your mind was uncomfortably clouded over, you were struggling to form coherent thoughts.

The doctor wavered.

“Yeah, sure kid. He’ll be okay.” He looked at you, a look of pity in his eyes that agitated you.

“Can I see him?”

“Go ahead,” he nodded.

You’d discarded the book on the table and made your way through the winding halls of the submarine. You’d tried not to let on that anything was off, but once you were sure nobody was around, you couldn’t help but break out into a run.

Vinny had been unnaturally pale, his skin washed out in the dim light of the med bay. There was a bandage on his head, and a bag of fluid attached by a winding cord to the back of his hands. You had bent over a waste bin in the corner, bracing yourself against the wall and been sick, but quickly composed yourself. You tried to sit in a chair by Vinny’s bed, but you found it impossible to stay still.

Your musings were interrupted by someone saying your name softly. You paused your pacing and turned your head to look at Vinny. He was half propped up on his elbow, looking at you with soft but calculating eyes.

“Alright, Vincenzo?” You asked simply.

He’d nodded and a silence had fallen between you in which neither of you moved. Vinny broke it.

“Come sit with me,”

You’d made to sit in the chair you’d pulled up earlier, but he stopped you.

“Don’t be ridiculous, get in bed.” He’d said, his accent thick with whatever drugs were being pumped into his system.

Naturally, you’d complied.

Your heart was beating fast in the long silence that followed, and you fiddled with the fabric of Vinny’s shirt. You felt intensely guilty, you tried to shake the feeling, but you simply couldn’t.

“Sorry.” You’d mumbled.

“For?” Vinny questioned, his eyes were closed, and part of you had hoped he had fallen back asleep so you could push back the awkward conversation you were subjecting yourself to.

“I should’ve stopped you this morning, I wasn’t-” Vinny cut you off.

“No, you shouldn’t have.” He’d said, firmly but not unkindly.

You pressed your nose to the top of his head, burying your face in the soft black locks, closing your eyes as you breathed in his comforting scent.

“Love you,” you muttered.

Vinny sighed softly.

“I love you too,” He said.

Vinny leaned up slowly, kissing you languidly, like you had all the time in the world. He slowly adjusted himself so he was sitting in your lap, taking care not get tangled in his iv.

He kissed you deeply, his hips rolling softly into yours. You gripped his hips gently, pulling away from the kiss.

“Are you sure this is okay? With your head and everything I mean.” You asked, your words slurring together with arousal.

Vinny nodded, swallowing slightly. He rested his forehead against yours as he continued the slow roll of his hips.

“Wanna make you feel good,” His were words almost unintelligible as his accent thickened in pleasure.

You groaned.

“You are,”

You slid your hands up the back of his shirt, raking your nails softly across his skin, causing him to shiver. You rested your head against his body, using your hands to gently guide the rolling of his hips. Neither of you were particularly vocal in bed, but you relished the soft sighs falling from Vinny’s lip.

Presently, you removed your arms from around Vinny and slid his pants down around his legs before moving to fumbled with the buttons on yours.

You reached down between the two of you, running your hand over the head of Vinny’s cock, spreading precome across it. He sighed and rested his face on the top of your head. You began to stroke him, slowly, savoring the reaction you got from him, all breathy moans and twitching hips, before pulling your hand away.

Vinny made a noise of protest but was quickly silenced when you took both of your cocks into your hand, his breath hitching quietly. You began the same slow pace you’d had with Vinny again, your hips jerking involuntarily into your hand. You weren’t worried about anyone walking in on the two of you, as you’d politely if not somewhat coldly turned away any visitors and well wishers, and you’d assumed the word would’ve spread through the submarine by now. Nobody wanted to bother the man with explosives.

Vinny was mumbling broken Italian, forgoing English all together. You didn’t understand what exactly he was saying, but you felt you could get the general idea of his words. His hand reached down to cover yours, speeding up the pace of your strokes. Vinny’s hand was rough and calloused, and it sent warmth flowing through your body. A coil of heat began to form in your stomach.

“Vincenzo…” You’d mumbled, your only warning before you thrusted up into your hands and came, muffling your moans in Vinny’s chest.

You heard Vinny sigh above you, muttering a soft Mio dio sei così bella, and you felt his hips stutter and his body tense as he came in your hand.

You lay back on the pillow slowly, pulling Vinny with you. A silence fell upon the two of you as you idly twisted Vinny’s hair around your fingers.

After what couldn’t have been more than five minutes, you broke the silence.

“We’re going to have to clean up…at some point,”

Vinny reached up and placed a hand over your mouth.

“Shut up,” He’d said sleepily.

You didn’t say anything back, instead settling for kissing Vinny’s hand. You wrapped your arms tighter around him, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest remind you that he was still alive. You closed your eyes, feeling all lingering anxiety melt away as you allowed silence to envelop you.

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