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mafia-rabid-mercenary2 Β· 22 days
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x1968 Β· 3 months
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πΉπ‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘š π‘β„Žπ‘–π‘™π‘‘β„Žπ‘œπ‘œπ‘‘'𝑠 β„Žπ‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ 𝐼 β„Žπ‘Žπ‘£π‘’ π‘›π‘œπ‘‘ 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛. 𝐴𝑠 π‘œπ‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘  π‘€π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’, 𝐼 β„Žπ‘Žπ‘£π‘’ π‘›π‘œπ‘‘ 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑛. 𝐴𝑠 π‘œπ‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘  π‘ π‘Žπ‘€, 𝐼 π‘π‘œπ‘’π‘™π‘‘ π‘›π‘œπ‘‘ π‘Žπ‘€π‘Žπ‘˜π‘’π‘›. 𝑀𝑦 β„Žπ‘’π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘‘ π‘‘π‘œ π‘—π‘œπ‘¦ π‘Žπ‘‘ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘ π‘Žπ‘šπ‘’ π‘‘π‘œπ‘›π‘’. 𝐴𝑛𝑑 π‘Žπ‘™π‘™ 𝐼 π‘™π‘œπ‘£π‘’π‘‘, 𝐼 π‘™π‘œπ‘£π‘’π‘‘ π‘Žπ‘™π‘œπ‘›π‘’..........................................
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[ X1968 ] β€” independent, selective, semi-private MAFIA / CRIME RP. canon turned original character DOMINO BOURDONE. nsfw. R18+. penned by h a n j i. 30+. germany. gmt+2. READ RULES HERE. manga, live action face claims available. F A N T A S Y based roleplay with influences from various shows and movies such as THE GODFATHER, SCARFACE, DOGS: BULLETS & CARNAGE, RESERVOIRE DOGS, THE KNICK & RIPPER STREET.
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very crossover friendly. studying, exploring and comprehending a life of crime, unwanted fame and notoriety, a secret second life in the closet and the heartwrenching longing to find true love. # domino tag / 70s / 80s
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𝐼 β„Žπ‘Žπ‘£π‘’ π‘Žπ‘π‘ π‘œπ‘™π‘’π‘‘π‘’π‘™π‘¦ π‘›π‘œ π‘π‘™π‘’π‘Žπ‘ π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’ 𝑖𝑛 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘ π‘‘π‘–π‘šπ‘’π‘™π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘π‘  𝑖𝑛 π‘€β„Žπ‘–π‘β„Ž 𝐼 π‘ π‘œπ‘šπ‘’π‘‘π‘–π‘šπ‘’π‘  π‘ π‘œ π‘šπ‘Žπ‘‘π‘™π‘¦ 𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑔𝑒. 𝐼𝑑 β„Žπ‘Žπ‘  π‘›π‘œπ‘‘ 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑛 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘ π‘’π‘–π‘‘ π‘œπ‘“ π‘π‘™π‘’π‘Žπ‘ π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ 𝐼 β„Žπ‘Žπ‘£π‘’ π‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘™π‘’π‘‘ 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘π‘’π‘‘π‘Žπ‘‘π‘–π‘œπ‘› π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘ π‘œπ‘›. 𝐼𝑑 β„Žπ‘Žπ‘  𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘‘π‘’π‘ π‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘‘π‘’ π‘Žπ‘‘π‘‘π‘’π‘šπ‘π‘‘ π‘‘π‘œ π‘’π‘ π‘π‘Žπ‘π‘’ π‘“π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘š π‘‘π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘›π‘” π‘šπ‘’π‘šπ‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘–π‘’π‘ , π‘“π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘š π‘Ž 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒 π‘œπ‘“ π‘–π‘›π‘ π‘’π‘π‘π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘‘π‘Žπ‘π‘™π‘’ π‘™π‘œπ‘›π‘’π‘™π‘–π‘›π‘’π‘ π‘  π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘Ž π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘‘ π‘œπ‘“ π‘ π‘œπ‘šπ‘’ π‘ π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘›π‘”π‘’ π‘–π‘šπ‘π‘’π‘›π‘‘π‘–π‘›π‘” π‘‘π‘œπ‘œπ‘š. β€” EDGAR ALLAN POE
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rabid-mercenary15 Β· 1 month
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I love you sister *im cudle to you *
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β€œI’ll take care of it…”
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mafia-moshie Β· 3 days
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[Upon entering the side kitchen, rabid caught sight of Moshie’s face hidden in a bowl, the sound of soft sobs being heard, a concerned Kay nearby.]
β€œWhat’s goin-
[As she stepped foot into the room, the moment her foot hit the tile, a rush of emotions hit her. It felt like she had the wind knocked out of her, as she stumbled forward from the phantom impact]
@mafia-rabid-mercenary2
Moshie continued sobbing barely able to hear Rabid's voice and unable to react through their tears to help her
Concord rushed forward to keep Rabid from falling over
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busycucumbermelon Β· 6 months
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Come on, just paint one thing for me?…please love.
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οΏΌ Summary: The man was determined to have a painting no matter what, and once he received one, he would always cherish it no matter the meaning. It would be a true treasure to him and a reminder of his ownership of the girl who created it.
οΏΌ Warning: obsessive, delusional
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Carmen gave you the north wing of his house, which is comprised of four rooms: a kitchen, a bathroom, an art room, and a bedroom. Carmen gave you a few days to make these rooms your own before sharing everything with him. Obviously, your room would always be exclusively yours, but he could enter at his discretion.
He made sure that every window would be bulletproof, making it impossible for anyone to open them, both from the inside and outside. Occasionally, he would take you out of the room and air it out, knowing that your request to do so was likely just a ploy. It's a method he would have used if he was in the same situation, assuming that he was as innocent as you were in such a scenario.
But after the first time you asked him to air out the room, you decided not to do it for around two weeks. Anytime Carmen came in, you would either be sitting in bed or cooking food in the kitchen, making Carmen sad as you never painted anything for him. However, as you were still adjusting to your new environment, he felt it would be rude if he rushed you with a request to paint something for him, as he was sure it would eventually happen once you noticed how in love the two of you are, even though you already were well in Carmen’s mind at least οΏΌ
Except at first, nothing significant really happens except for an increase in the amount of time you stay in your room and starting to go into a bit of a depression. This prompts Carmen to start spending nights in bed with you, initially just laying on the other side of the bed and picking up after you. But as time goes on and his patience begins to wear out, he starts doing small things like taking you out of your room to watch a movie together or have a day out. He even goes as far as hiring a team of professional cleaners to help tidy up your room.
During that time he’d show you how much the two of you were really in love. οΏΌ
Instead of the two of you sitting apart with snacks in between, you sit pressed up close together and have snacks in front of you. If anything is out of your reach, Carmen will quickly grab it for you. He likes to be in control, which makes him feel like he can protect you better. In addition to that, Carmen also pushed you a bit more every day. After one week of movie nights and cuddling, he decided that he needed more attention and you weren't allowed to sleep in your own bed. This meant that you had to walk across the house to Carmenβ€˜s room if you wanted to take a nap or anything. Unless you wanted to spend time with Carmen. that meant the only other room you could relax and let your guard down wasοΏΌ in was your art room.
Carmen got the best of the best art supplies - various paintbrushes, canvases, easels, and sketchbooks. He knew that some artists don't use sketchbooks, but he got them just in case. As time went on, his bodyguards began to report that you were spending more and more time in your room, Carmen got super excited at this news.
Even though Carmen has gained a deep appreciation for art, there's still a slightly bitter taste in his mouth whenever he thinks about it. Although he enjoys it, he won't personally pick up a paint brush or a pencil to create it himself, since it brings him back to his childhood - a time which wasn't bad, but it still had its ups and downs. Despite that, right now, he's happy to have you, his sweet little dove, to provide for and live a lavish life with.
To avoid boredom, Carmen would sometimes spar with you or work on paperwork, never telling you what it was about. Instead, he would tell you that your fragile mind "shouldn't be burdened with such scary things like that." He even went as far as to say, "Who knows what would happen to you if you knew, but if you're really that worried, you could paint me something, for my legacy. You know, just in case."
After your brief conversation about his work, Carmen grew more and more hooked on you and your art. Whenever he came into the art room to find you sitting on the floor or mixing paint, he would ask if you're painting something for him. Even during your movie nights together, he'd occasionally ask if you are painting something for him. Eventually, you got annoyed at this constant question and finally decided to paint something, not for him, but for yourself.
Every time the question of your painting was brought up, every time you remembered your scenario, every time Carmen held you down for a movie, or curled up against you in bed, you decided to paint something - anything - to help you remember, remember before this. You decided on your painting being inspired by one of the places you wished to travel to so badly. It was an attempt to not forget and to create something you could cherish, even if only for a moment.
There was a castle in the background, with a greenhouse near the front, which was surrounded by lush trees and various flowers. Everything seemed to have grown to the fullest extent, except for a fog that floated through the area. Inside the greenhouse was a woman, with her hand pressed against the glass, desperately trying to escape. This was how you felt for nearly every moment, except when you were painting. In that moment, you felt truly free, perhaps even happier than anything else you had experienced.
Carmen knew what the purpose the painting served: it was meant to be a slap in his face. However, he still chose to hang it up in his office.
He would approach you from behind, hugging you whenever you were unaware. He laid his head on your shoulder and slowly rock back and forth as you both did various activities. He wished for you to open up to him and explain to him what your piece of art meant and why it was so significant.
β€œHello my love," he would often hum lightly in your ear. You would attempt to respond firmly and tell him to leave you be, but your voice would always crack. Carmen would always respond with a chuckle and claim that he just wanted to know what you were painting or hear you speak. You would insist on being left alone to continue working but Carmen constantly attempting to persuade you to explain the meaning of your paintings. Carmen would claim that perhaps this next piece would be displayed in the dining room so you two could see it together during dinner.
Every day, Carmen would approach you in your art room, intent on hearing every explanation you gave regarding your paintings. It was clear that he was obsessive about you. He never allowed you to venture beyond your space on that floor, making your art room your whole world. Although painting was your precious escape, Carmen's obsession gradually intruded on that space. In time, you would come to realize your love for him. Carmen knew he needed time to wear you down until you were aware of your affection for him.
At some point, your resolve might break, particularly with the constant pressure from those around you, claiming how perfect Carmen is. They believed that you two are a perfect match together. For now, Carmen could deal with what he currently had with you, but he was confident that eventually, you would come to realize your feelings for him and love him as much as he loved you.
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sebstan2020 Β· 11 days
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Red Ties
Chapter 34
Mary, a sweet Christian girl living in the city of Brooklyn as a nurse had a simple life. She loved her work, her friends and attending church every Sunday and helping Reverend McCarthy. Her life was nothing out of the ordinary. However, it all changed one day when she bumps into the intriguing and intimidating James Barnes, Brooklyn’s notorious mafia boss and is introduced to a world of guns, lust and dominance.
Warnings: BDSM, Dom/Sub, Mafia, Violence, Gang, SMUT, Sex, Possessive Bucky, Overprotectiveness, Bondage, Sexual Themes, Dark Themes, Guns, Drugs, Gang Violence
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James paced in the small church office, his phone pressed hard against his ear as he listened to the never-ending ringing. He was trying to get through to Mary, but at the third attempt at calling and getting no further than her voicemail box, he sighed heavily and dropped his phone. He had well and truly messed up this time. John was slumped in his desk chair, having just witnessed the look of terror on Mary's face and the realisation of who he was.Β 
"You need to go find her," James ordered John, who scowled up at him.
"Me, your the one who decided to bring the shipment here," he aruged, and James growled as he stormed over, towering over the reverend.Β 
"She'll listen to you; she won't answer my calls," he snapped, and John stood, almost meeting James's gaze.Β 
"Not now; she won't. She's trusted me her whole life, and now, after what she's seen today, she'll never want to speak or even come close to me. I told you not to fuck this up, James," he argued, and James groaned. John was right. He fucking hated it when he was right.
It was his idea to bring the guns over to the church, having thought that no one would be attending on a Friday afternoon, and with Steve on watch, it was the perfect opportunity to bring them in. John was going to store them in the back until the transaction between James and the small business requiring them had been completed.Β 
Everyone around John was the kindest reverend to the city of New York; his ears were always open for discussion and support. He was the heart and soul of this church, giving his time and money to it. A Christian at heart. However, like many other people in this city, he had a dark secret and a past, and frankly, he wasn't ashamed. Growing up in the mafia world, he never expected to become a reverend for the church. Guaratee, it was the perfect cover storyβ€”not that he was faking any ounce of his faith in God.
His family growing up was heavily religious, and his father took him to church every Sunday for service. It was at the mature age of twelve that his father revealed who they really were. A family of power and money, although the fasade they kept up made others think otherwise. At the age of sixteen, he witnessed his first murder in front of him. a sleezy guy with no remorse, and yet John himself felt nothing for him.Β 
He was destined to grow up in this world and become who his father was. But he didn't want to. not at first. he refused. said he didn't want to get involved in shit like that. His father only gave him a soft pat on the shoulder to relax him, which was inevitable. And from that point on, his life grew further and further into the dangerous world of violence, power, and dominance.
But he didn't want to look back on his faith. He didn't want to be a walking sin. He had spent too long praying to God, day and night, for his spot in heaven. It was as if an angel had come down to him one night and placed a pale hand on his shoulder, a sign that he should join him. He told his father of his plan to become a reverend and had expected him to laugh, throw a fit of anger, and scream and shout at his son. But he didn't. Instead, he nodded.Β 
"If that's what needs to be done, then so be it." If becoming a reverend was going to help him with this life he was leading up to, then he had his father's respect. He wasn't ashamed of the things he'd done in the past, and sometimes he wished he was, but God was here with him now, and the only person he would let judge him would be him. He could never escape this life, and there was no point sitting and moping and praying for forgiveness when he knew he'd never receive it. So he found a balance. His love for the church and the community, and his attention to the dangerous life built for him by his bloodline.
But there was one thing he never wanted, and that was for Mary to find out. His father and James's father knew each other well, and since both their passings, James and John have come to know each other. John was much older than James and almost treated him like a son. When James came to him that afternoon, a day after meeting the sweet girl, he warned him not to mention anything about knowing him. If Mary ever found out he was involved in the deep, dark world of organised crime, she'd never come to church again, and he prided himself on offering his services to those who needed them. He was a good friend to her family, close with her father and mother, and promised to look after her while she was here.Β 
and James had messed up.Β 
"Fuck, you're right," he hated admitting defeat, but for once he knew he had fucked up. Mary had stormed off, and she didn't even want to speak to him. All he wanted was a chance to explain. But what would he explain? How did he know John longer than she did? How did he decide to bring over a shipment of guns into the sacred church? John was involved in his crimes and had his own history of organised crime. It was a sticky situation, one that he wasn't going to get out of very easily.Β 
Sam and Steve were stadning silently against the wall, watching as James paced himself to madness around the office. The guns still needed to be unloaded and placed in the very back. The two of them looked at each other, giving them the same look as James furiosously typed in a number on his phone.Β 
"Ned, it's me. I need you to do me a favour; I need you to track a phone," he ordered, as Ned typed in the background.Β 
"What's the number?" He didn't ask for any details or explanations; it wasn't his place. As James gave out Mary's number, Steve and Sam gave each other another look, this time with wider eyes and a huff. They were in no position to argue with the boss right now, so they stayed silent. James wasn't going to let this go until he saw Mary, and with the city being so big, he'd never find her on foot. It was only a matter of seconds before Ned pinged over her location, and he rushed out of the office.Β 
"You two get those in the back now; I'll be back later," he glanced at John before storming down the asile, the voice of the reverend calling out behind him.Β 
"Don't fuck this up!" he yelled, and James didn't turn; he just headed on out.Β 
Mary sighed softly as she dragged herself across the sidewalk, hugging her cold arms as the sun went in, leaving the sky grey and cloudy. She had been walking for what felt like hours, and as she glanced around the city, she hadn't a clue where she ended up. Looking up at the street signs, she realised she was far from home and wished she had gotten in her car before storming off. But she was just so mad, so angry, that all she could do was walk away and not look back.Β 
Her feet were aching, and she was dehydrated. Coming to a stop, she looked up to see she had stopped in front of a dark bar, the door wide open with loud music blaring inside. She was desperate for a drink, so she stepped inside, cuddling herself further as she wandered into the darkness. She had never been in a bar before. Alcohol wasn't her thing. There were several wooden tables around the bar floor and a couple of booths at the back, along with bar stools at the front bar.Β 
It was dead inside, with only two people. One sat at the bar, a man who looked middle-aged with dark, short hair and slightly wrinkled eyes. The other was a lot older and sat in the corner with at least five empty glasses around him as he stared up at the small TV playing a football game. He was pissed but kept to himself.Β 
Mary padded up to the bar, slipping into one of the high seats, and placed her bag on top. Her phone buzzed, and she groaned as she saw it was James. He had called her three times now, but she didn't want to speak to him. She needed time. She slammed her phone down into her bag after hanging up on his call and ran her hands through her bushy hair.Β 
Recently, it felt like every time they took a step forward, they took two steps back. First his surprise confession that he was a mafia lord and a BDSM master, then his jealosuy and threat towards Peter, and now his connection to Reverend McCarthy. The last one seemed to top them all. She felt betrayed that the one man she trusted the most, having gone to him for years with her faith and problems, was a man like James. involved in crime and murder, and yet he was supposed to be a religious man, a man devoting his life to God. However, she now realises that things aren't always what they seem. A man says he's one thing when he's actually something else.Β 
The young barman came to her, leaning across with a kind smile. His arms were thick with tattoos, and he had a dazzling smile, dark hair, and a button shirt that was open at the collar.Β 
"What would you like, Miss?" he said kindly, and Mary sighed.Β 
"Just some juice, please," she answered sadly as she turned and looked over at the man not too far from her. He sipped on a small glass of brown liquid and a lime wedge, accompanied by ice and a stirrer. He sipped it well and looked over at her with a smile. Mary never drank alcohol, and yet something inside her was yelling at her to try it. Why the fuck not? After everything she's been through, she deserves to let loose and relax.Β 
"Actually, I'll have one of those," she says nervously to the drink in the man's hand, and the barman nods, turning to fix one up for her. ' Fuck it, she thought. After all these years, she can't trust the one man she thought she could always trust. Was anything he said true? time for a change.Β 
"You like old-fashioned," the guy said across from her, and Mary gave a shrug.Β 
"I've never had one," she admitted, and the man raised his brows in surprise.Β 
"Really, well, you're missing out. Barman, another for me as well." The man stood and scooted over to sit next to Mary. He was large and much older than her. He had dark hair that was turning grey in some areas, a crooked nose and lips, and saggy cheekbones. His hands were big with studdy fingers, unlike James's long, slender ones that made her body tingle just thinking about them. But now wasn't the time to think of him.Β 
"What's your name, darling?" Mary slightly cringed at the pet name but offered a kind smile.Β 
"Mary," she answered.
"I'm Mike; nice to meet you," he held out his hands, and Mary politely took it, shaking his.Β 
"So what brings you here?" He asked, and Mary sighed. Right now, she didn't even care who she was talking to, just as long as it wasn't James or John.Β 
"I had an argument with someone, and I just needed to let some steam off," she admitted.Β 
"I'm sorry to hear that. Alcohol is very good at letting out steam. What's your go-to?".
"My go-to?" she asked curiously with furrowed brows.Β 
"Yeah, your go-to drink?" he asked. He had a slight hint of cigarettes on his breath, and the yellowness on his fingers was confirmed. His jacket was creased and his shirt was ruffled, but Mary was taught never to judge a book by its cover. He was offering a sympathetic ear, and that was enough.Β 
"Oh well, I never drink, normally. But I think I've had a change of heart. And like you said, it seems to blow off steam well." She smiled, and he chuckled.
"Absolutely," the barman placed two glasses of old fashion in front of them, and a small napkin slipped across. Mary picked up the drink nervously, and Mike took his, holding it up.Β 
"Cheers," he said, and she clinked her drink with his. In an easy gulp, the man swallowed his breath as if it were water. Mary took the tiniest sip, which was enough for her to cough and splutter. The taste was strong, the alcohol hitting her brain instantly, and Mike couldn't help but laugh.Β 
"First time is always the hardest," Mary coughed still, wiping at her mouth. The taste was so strong that she couldn't take another sip for a moment, and she wondered how James could swig this stuff down like it was water.Β 
"That's so strong," she said, holding a hand to her chest. but the voice inside her screamed to take more, and after a couple more sips, her palete became adjusted to its bitterness. It wasn't long before alcohol hit her stream and her hands began to feel fuzzy and tingly, like she had sat on them for so long and they had gone dead.
Mike and Mary sat, talking and listening to one another. He sipped on his old-fashioned as Mary gassed on about being a nurse and a Christian and how she had never drunk alcohol before, the words soon becoming a slur as the alcohol took over. It was her first time drinking, and she was going to be on the floor soon. Mike had slipped closer to her, his horrible breath reeking over her as he nodded along to her voice, his eyes gazing into hers. But Mary was obvlious; the alcohol was having a big effect on her, and Mike was glad about it. His hand slipped a couple of times onto her knee, and Mary passed it off with a giggle as she adjusted herself on the stool.Β 
Two more rounds of old-fashioneds came, and Mary was pissed. She giggled and hiccuped, and her head lolled to the side as she stared over at him, asking what he does. Right now, she wasn't thinking about James; she wasn't thinking about John. She wasn't thinking about anything. She was just enjoying the moment.Β 
although the last sip of her drink made her wobble in her chair, and the barman looked over cautiously as he wiped down glasses. Even in her drunken state, Mary knew she needed to stop, and the darkness outside told her what time it was.Β 
"I should really get going," she announced as she pulled her purse out to pay for the drinks. Mike placed a rough hand on top of hers, stopping her, and pulled out a black credit card, handing it over to the barman.Β 
"My treat!" he grinned, but the grin was rather uncomfortable. crooked yellow teeth with dark stains in between. Mary jumped from the stool and stumbled out of the bar, a soft giggle as she began to make her way home, Mike close in her tracks.Β 
"Here, let me take you home," he offered, and Mary shook her head.Β 
"No, no, it's fine; I live so far away." She brushed off his request, but Mike stepped in front of her.Β 
"Come on, we can have some fun," he growled softly, as if he were trying to sound sexy, but Mary shook her head.Β 
"Oh no, I don't think we should." Her voice slightly trailed off as she stumbled across the sidewalk, falling into an alley beside the bar. Mike stumbled in with her, pushing her against the wall, and Mary whimpered. The alcohol was still there; however, her head was beginning to clear.Β 
"Come on, baby, I can make you feel good," he whispered, and Mary turned her head as he tried to kiss her, his rich breath falling on her, and she gagged.Β 
"No, Mike, this isn't." Her words were cut off as he gripped her jaw tightly, forcing her face into his, and he slammed his lips on hers. She squealed against him, fighting against his heavy body, and in a desperate attempt at escape, she bit down hard.Β 
"Fuck, you fucking bitch," he growled as he pulled back, his lip bleeding. His rough hands grabbed her and threw her to the ground, throwing her into the concrete and beside a puddle. Mary screamed as she hit the floor hard, her arm landing on a pile of broken glass and sliding into her skin. Just her luck, she would land straight on it. Mike growled with fury as he stepped towards her, but a scuffle could only be heard next.Β 
"Get your fucking hands off her." That voice could be recognised anywhere, even in her drunken state.Β 
James glared into Mike with fury, his lips hard and his hands gripping the collars of his open shirt, holding him against the wall. He was much taller than Mike, who was currently squirming beneath his grip. He growled back at James, his blood running down his chin.Β 
"Get your hands off me, asshole.".
"If you ever touch her again, if you even come near her again, I will fucking kill you." James's voice was low and meancing, with no onuce of volume but deadliness. Mike's glare turned into horror as he stared up at James, who held him firmly to the wall.Β 
"Who the fuck do you think you are?" He tried to free himself from the deadly grip, but James only shoved him harder into the wall.Β 
"I'm her boyfriend. You don't want to cross me," he warned, and with a quick swipe, he showed the gun tucked in his belt. Mike whimpered and slid down the hall, desperate to escape, as James finally released him and watched as he ran like a scared puppy.Β 
Mary groaned as she knelt up, looking down at her bleeding arm. "Shit," she swore. The alcohol must have taken over again because she never swore in her whole life, and the word had left her lips like it had been waiting to for many years. James rushed over to help her up, his arms hooking under hers to pull her from the floor.Β 
"Here, let me help," he said softly as he brought Mary to her feet. Her knees were scraped, her dress was ruined, and her hair was a wild mess. Her eyes were barely open as her drunkenness became apparent to James, and he could smell the alcohol on her.Β 
"I'm fine." She tried to pull away, but James held a firm grip on her, inspecting her arm.Β 
"Come on, let's go home," he ordered as he walked her out of the alley. His car was just parked outside the bar. Ned had given him the location of the bar, and he was so glad he had left when he did; otherwise, he may not have gotten there in time. It scared him to think about what could have happened to Mary had he not turned up, and it scared Mike to death. He was certain he wasn't going to see him again, and if he did, he would most certainly hurt him for hurting Mary.
"I don't need you to take me home; I can go there myself." Her words were a slur, and she could barely hold herself up. Despite knowing she was furious with him, he wasn't going to let her go home on her own in this state.Β 
"Have you been drinking?" he asked with furrowed brows.Β 
"Just one; I can drink, you know," she sassed, and James sighed. She had more than one bloody drink.Β 
"I'm taking you home; you can't go home on your own like this," he said sternly as he brought her to his car. Blood was running down her arm and dripping onto her dress, and James didn't want the public to see her like this.Β 
"Oh, so you're in charge of me now," she teased, and James opened the door, ushering her in.Β If he weren't in this situation, he would have turned around and said yes, with sexy eyes and a kiss to her throat. But right now, all that mattered was getting her home safe and cleaning her up. James slipped into the driver's seat and reached over to get her seatbelt, but she battered him away.Β 
"I can do it," she snapped as she tried to grab the belt, but her hands were so numb to the point they slipped, and she giggled, trying to find the belt again, but she wasn't anywhere near it. James reached over with one swift move and tugged the belt, buckling her in. If she wasn't hurt right now, he'd take her over his knee and spank her back to sobriety.Β 
Mary sighed and dropped her head against the seat. The car roared to life, and he powered down the road.Β 
"I'm mad at you," she murmured, and James stared forward.
"I know," he said softly back.Β 
"You know, I was just a normal Christian girl before I bumped into you; I was so innocent, and now my whole life has just been thrown upwards like a ball. like a football. or a basketball. And now I'm a mafia kingpins girlfriend who does crazy hot kinky stuff, which I enjoy." James couldn't help the smirk reach his lips at the last sentence. Perhaps drunken Mary was something he wanted to see more often. At least she was honest.Β 
"I'm sorry," he said, and he meant it. He didn't want to keep thinking like this. Where had their sweet honeymoon phase gone? It seemed to have ended so quickly. but, like they say, it doesn't last forever.Β 
"Don't be sorry; I like when you bring out those things you call toys," she murmured as her eyes closed and James chuckled. He wasn't saying sorry for the kinky shit; he meant for the fact that he had fucked up again. Now that he had it on record, she admitted to liking the kinky life. but that wasn't the focus of this.Β 
Instead of saying anymore, it was more important to get her home cleaned up. Her arm was bleeding, and she was cold and wet. James pulled into the driveway and raced around the car to help Mary out. She stumbled along the stone driveway, clinging onto his arm as he pulled her inside, and she hissed at the sudden pain in her arm. She was turning into a tired, drunk state now and could barely keep her eyes open.Β 
"Mary, just step up." James became slightly frustrated as she slipped on the steps, giggling and rolling about as he tried to get her up. She was making no effort to step up, and in a huff of inpatience, James threw her over his shoulder and carried her up. It was like battling a stubborn child.Β 
After a battle of getting her into some dry and warm pjyamas, the next task of cleaning her arm came. He held her arm steady in his firm grip as he pulled out tiny pieces of glass wedged in her skin, dropping them into a small bowl he found in the bathroom.Β 
"Oww. I don't know how you can do this all day long," she slurred as she sat cross-legged in front of him on the bed. James furrowed his brows at her in confusion.Β 
"What do you mean?" he asked, pulling the last piece of glass out of her arm.Β 
"I'm sure you've had your fair share of injuries over the years. Plus the drinking. That stuff is vile. I knew I should have stopped at one," James chuckled softly. Why is MaryΒ so confident and sassy when she's drunk? She was right, though; he had had his fair share of injuries. none of them as easy as picking out glass. A couple slugs here and there, and a knife wound to his leg. The drinkingβ€”well,Β he started at the age of sixteen, so it was like second nature to him. He didn't dignify her question with an answer as he wrapped her arm in a tight bandage.Β 
"Come on, you need some rest and to sleep this off," he gently ordered as he pulled back the covers for her.Β 
"You know, I wish I could ignore you sometimes. perhaps the day we met. But you make it so hard, and I can't help but want more of you. Even if you are a mafia, whatever it is, you call yourself," she slipped in the covers, burying herself deep in the pillows as James wrapped her in the warm duvet. He stared at her from above, silent in his own world.Β 
She knew he was bad for her, and yet she couldn't resist him. She wanted him just as much as he wanted her.Β 
"You're like the devil sometimes. So tempting and sexy and hot and handsome. Even right now, I'm thinking about you," she mumbled into the pillow as sleep began to take over. James smiled, sitting on the edge of the bed, stroking her head softly until he heard faint snores. Without getting in the covers, he turned on his side, draped his arm over her, and pressed himself against her, his face nuzzling the back of her head.Β 
"So am I"
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dia-smthidk Β· 1 month
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*i'm reading a magazine with my feet on the counter as i hear the door open, the bell ringing. I lift my head and see that it's you and grin.*
"If it isn't the field leader, What can i do for you?"
-@arms-dealer-anon
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β€œI’ve got a meetup with an old β€˜friend’, and they’re kinda…hard headed at times”
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luciferaesthetic-rp Β· 1 month
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it’s been a minute since i did this, but β€” id love some rp partners on discord!
+21 only please!
i’m looking for mafia / dark romance & / or supernatural fantasy plots! i’m super flexible when it comes to both plots and use OC’s. (No fc’s)
I’m happy doing FXF / MXF / MXM or polyamory vibes!
I do ask however that it’s doubled up so I’m not outnumbered male OC’s to the ladies πŸ’–
some potential plots can be found by clicking through to my info but like i said, i’m super flexible... just let me know if you have any other ideas.
if you’re interested, please like this post or msg me!
Just don’t make it weird and we should get along fine ✨
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M!moshie sighed walking over to one of the reading chairs and sat down heavily into it*
"apologies for dragging you into that kay... I should have been more cautious of someone... With those abilities..."`
- @mafia-moshie
β€œIt’s no problem, Mx.Moshie. After all, none of us can ever know for certain what way that someone will go, a lot of this business is trust. For the better, or the worst.” Kay stood there politely, not wanting to intrude more, β€œI simply came here because your Floffis seemed worried, and I wanted to help.”
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Dudes and gals and non-binary pals, it's time for MxM mafia hybrid pseudo-incest shenanigans! 🐾
I'm looking for someone to play a cute FtM little bunny/kitten/puppy hybrid who was abandoned as a small child and taken in by MC, a jaguar hybrid, the young head of a giant mafia empire, who's absolutely besotted with YC. He raises him as his own child basically with all the intent of turning YC into his perfect little mate and mother to his kittens one day! This should be romantic and sweet between our characters mind you, I'm not looking for Stockholm Syndrome or anything, just pure and sweet love!! This could include πŸͺ or not, as we see fit! NSFW, all sorts of kinky and Dead Dove themes very welcome so please be basically trigger-free! I would like us to use kpop idols for fcs if any as well please! Discord is the platform, but plotting takes place on Tumblr. Lit. to adv.lit required, at least nudging the Discord character limit per reply! Just like this and I'll come to you!
like if you're interested and op will reach out
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[Fast Foward To Seeing Dia Unconscious]
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Look Rabid I was able to take a peak through the lock and see Dia was unconscious, I slipped under the door and I tried EVERYTHING I knew to try to get him up but nothing [@#!Ωͺ&ΒΏ#] worked! God Dammit I should've known he was doing something suspicious with those viles.
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β€œβ€¦hey norman..do me a favor and get my med kit…and let everyone know we have an emergency…”
[m!rabid stared at dΓ­a before approaching feeling a sense of Deja-vu..]
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 π‚π”π“π“πˆππ† π‘πŽπŽπŒ π…π‹πŽπŽπ‘ 🎭
a vintage playbill inspired doc!
it’s been a hot second since i’ve done anything docs-related but i wanted to share my latest adventure!Β  i made this doc to house a version of my muse that’s a 1920s era actor, complete with sepia-toned faceclaim photos & an alt title page that’s been run through photoshop w some free textures & things.Β  i tried putting the textures on the whole doc, but it made it extremely difficult to read, so i ended up leaving the textured title page as a header on the actual blog, and kept the doc itself unaltered.Β  though, if you found the right texture pack, you could probably run it through photosh.op and set it as a pdf for your mutuals to get into. (make sure you have all the fonts installed on your computer, i Did Not)
this doc can be found here and in the source link if you want to take a stab at customizing it, though i recommend it only for people who have moderate to maybe advanced?? skill in docs.Β  placing some of the object pngs inside the table was out of my skill range to begin with and the fact that it figured itself out in the end is a miracle.Β  but anyway.Β  all images are replaceable if you can get under the other images to them.Β  i did my own coloring but docs does have a built-in sepia filter if you’re not about doing all that yourself
there is a title page, a rules page, a character page w images, and another sort of empty unformatted page at the end you could delete out or customize with extra information.Β  i personally think the last page is the best place to put the backstory and the little squares can be all your info spots / connections / verses, but that’s not even what i did lmao so you do you!!
ngl i’m not sure if i will be much help about it but do let me know if you have any questions on formatting the doc.Β  start by going to file > make a copy and renaming your new doc.Β  docs are for personal, individual use only & credit must remain intact.Β  i worked hard on my baby.Β  also sterling is my oc plz don steal etc etc.Β  specifically 'the cutting room floor' is my tagline on sterling's blog so that title belongs to him as well.Β  but yeah if you make anything using my docs pls pls pls tag me or dm me and show me??Β  i wanna seeeeeee.Β  ok ty ily have a good timezone πŸ’•πŸ’ƒ
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COME ON DOWN AND CHECK OUT THE ABSOLUTE SHIT SHOW ON MY SONA MAFIA BLOG ONE OF US IS DEAD
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COME AND GET SOME JUICY ANGST AND TRAUMA
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(Context)
"Woah..." Kay just stared at the new Floffis for a moment, "I... didn't think they could have two colors... none of the others do... and it's all gradient looking.." Kay started to think aloud a bit. She found it really cool, it was interesting, but she was confused. What confused her even more, was that Moshie also seemed confused.
"I... I didn't think so either... If there are multiple emotions... it's always resulted in more than one floffis... Never mixed colors..."`
Moshie opened their arms to the floffis and it slowly trotted over a shy then let itself be picked up and placed in moshie's lap*
"...Mango...? Strange... They don't feel like any of the other floffis emotions..."`
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moshieee Β· 1 month
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May I be the mafia doormat
I'll be a good doormat I swear fr
Ask the other aces... I don't care... But if you do get that... job?
Perhaps I'll use the back door...
I don't think stepping on you would be good for your health....
(they fully believe you mean an actual doormat)
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