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holy SHIT you’re absolutely right oh my god you have implanted this idea in my head and here’s a small little bit but now i’m inspired to write mob!sam jfc

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“I’ve been looking for you all night, Wilson, we need to talk.”

Sam’s lips curled into a smirk around the cigarette he balanced delicately between his teeth, his eyes moving to gaze out of the window from his lap. Y/N’s heavy breathing indicated that she had run up to his office, the sound of her gun sheathing back into the back pocket making him nearly laugh. He’s heard the gunshots from down the hall, at least three of his men were dead, but he didn’t care.

He had her exactly where he wanted her.

Slowly, like a damn Disney villain, he turned his worn, leather chair to where his nemesis of a mobster stood, chest heaving noticeably through the tight button down shirt she wore and a high heel missing on her right foot. There was a bloodied coat hanging from her right arm, and she chucked it at him with a glare, the red barely making a stain on the maroon suit he wore.

“Glad you could finally make it, honey, I was just about to get the gin, you want some?”

Y/N’s face heated up, most definitely not from hearing her former pet name, but from anger of everything she’d suffered through due to Sam’s childishness. “Drop the fucking niceties, Sam, ‘m not fucking dumb. I know your men took my Sydney import, Odinson confirmed he saw Barnes’ ugly mug himself.”

“If it makes you feel any better, I did it all just to see your pretty little face again, Y/N-”

Y/N crawled over the desk, slipping a knife from beneath her skirt and placing the blade against Sam’s neck. Her unspoken threat didn’t elicit the reaction she was expecting, the man currently at her mercy choosing to laugh. His movement caused the knife to nick his throat, creating a bead of blood to dribble down under his shirt collar that she tried so hard to ignore.

“You are such a fucking child, Wilson, taking my shit, teaming up with T’Challa- You did all of this just to get my attention? Well, you did a mighty fine job, now give me my fucking money back. There’s a reason we didn’t work out, and it’s because you’re so damn immature.” Y/N withdrew her knife from his neck, sitting back up until Sam yanked her hair back towards him, his enraged face touching noses with hers.

“You were the one that ran out on me, honey, that’s why we didn’t ‘work out’.” he seethed. “Don’t get come back here with your demands, you don’t fucking get to make any.”

Sam’s hand moved from the back of her neck down to beneath her parted legs on the table, sliding the skirt up as he cupped her cunt. Y/N’s breathing stilled, her heartbeat pounding mercilessly in her ribcage as she tried to stop the slick from running down her thighs.

But it was too late.

Her damp panties only made her former lover smile wider, and this time, she knew it wouldn’t be like before. His eyes darkened with something feral, lust that made his soul transcend to a throne of absolute hell.

Y/N knew what was coming when he pulled his hand back, yet she still moaned in pleasure as his palm hit her clit over the panties she wore.

UR WELCOME!!!!

this dude is obviously working for the mafia and his assignment is to protect his boss's son/daughter/next of kin okay. fic writers lets goooooo

cym; as greek gods/goddesses

thank you maria! 💖 i'll cast three of my mutuals😊

@lavender-fog as poseidon: the ocean is calming and and beautiful, just like ariel!

@kinanabinks as athena: she's absolutely brilliant and I am continually blown away by her creativity & talent.

You’re newwwwww??? Welcome to the community! We’re so excited to have you here!

I’m adding “Ten Minutes” to my list right now. 💕

hi maria! of course💖 I hope you like it! 🥺

MARIA YOU'RE SO SWEET🥺I agree with your vibe assessment🙈 let's have a tea party!! i'll bring the finger sandwiches?