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a-twistedheartslonging · 2 months

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Floyd/Reader Mafia AU

Injuries, masochism on Floyd's end, stitching wounds, mentions of violence, no sex but Floyd is weird and busts a nut.

They/Them used for the reader.

Floyd is going to get himself killed…young too.

They couldn't help but think it as they kneeled between the needlessly long legs of said man, seated on a well-worn leather stool. The make shift surgery room was quiet save for the sound of their shared breaths and the dripping of the near by sink's leaky faucet.

From what they heard from the others the job was supposed to be something simple. “Just in and out.”

I really shouldn't be surprised. It made sense Floyd would be the one to complicate things…again. He’s a smart and clever person, they knew this well but…boredom can be dangerous when it comes to certain people.

They couldn't help but let out a tired sigh.

Of course, he would be the one to turn it into a shoot-out.

And now they are picking buckshot and glass of out Floyd's bleeding side. His face would tighten up in pain for a moment, showing off sharp teeth, before relaxing slightly and letting out a giggle.

Floyd always did seem to enjoy the strangest things.

They look from their work for a moment and into his eyes, they see that manic spark that always seemed to glow brighter whenever he saw them.

Floyd…wanted them, they knew that. Why he did? They really didn't know. They weren't self sure like like him or the others, not strong, or particularly interesting. Hell they weren't even a real doctor, just a medical school dropout.

Not breaking eye contact he spoke. “Fuck Doc, it hurts.” He let out a groan before a grin becgain to spread on his face.“I gotta make sure to kill that fella next time.”

They quickly looked away, bringing their eyes back to their work.

Aaah I really hope I don’t have to see when it happens.

Nervously they picked out another piece of glass, being as gentle as they could with the jagged tear in his flesh.

They heard a hiss coming from him when removing this shard before dropping it into a metal container with the others. A large hand suddenly gripped their shoulder and pulled them up some, causing them to let out a startled noise.

“Eh, Doc, can't ya be more careful? It might leave a scar.”

They tried to keep neutral it but couldnt help but make a face at that.

Oh please. They knew full well he liked his scars, he even thought they made him look cool. They lost count of how many times he would show them off and insisted they touch them and…he keeps calling them that. He must really like making fun of them.

“Stop…stop calling me that.”

“Huh? Nah, don't think so. You're my cute little Doctor Shrimp, always patching me up.”

They look over his shoulder to stare at the wall as he speaks, eye contact would be too much. Especially with their position. Being between a grown man's legs certainly wasn't helping with their anxiety, nor did they make it a habit to be around men in such a way.

“You ignoring me Doc? That aint very nice.” Floyd muttered.

They shook their head, they weren't.

“Then why don't you-”

The interrupted “I, uhm, I need to stitch your wounds now Floyd.” They spoke quickly. Whatever Floyd wanted them to do, they really shouldn't. Best to finish this as soon as they can.

And so they stuck the needle into him.

Floyd yelped. His body twitched and he squeezed his eyes shut as the needle moved through his flesh. In and out it went, sewing his skin together.

“Worst pain I've ever felt, Doc.” He said, but he was lying through his teeth. How could this be worse than everything else he's been through? Shot, stabbed, and even suffered through broken bones for god's sake…all things they took care of for him.

They pulled at the thread and Floyed trembled, high spots of red rising in his cheeks. With each stab of the needle, his body shivered.

As they dragged the wound shut, a different kind of groan tumbled out.

They stopped at hearing the sound, heat rushing to their face. Without meaning to, they brushed against his thigh, and Floyd went stiff.

They looked down and saw the state of Floyd's pants. He was hard.

The pain. Jeez, he was getting…off on the pain. It was either the pain, the attention, or both. Jade had the weirdest reactions to everything.

The air around them turned hot. They were sweating, but their hands were cold and clammy under thier surgical gloves. Whatever Floyd thought this was, whatever he was feeling, they really shouldn’t encourage it.

“Go on, Doc, finish the job.” Floyd said, his tone taunting. When they looked at him, his expression was heated and almost…desperate. He looked so wrecked.

The sight of Floyd, his sounds, how pathetic he was right now…a wave of arousal went through them, followed by shame and further anxiety. They felt like thier were going to pass out.

I need to leave and soon.

They pulled the final stitch closed, finishing it.

With shaky hands they fumbled for the rubbing alcohol, letting the cap fall to the ground. Staring at the blood they hwsitated for a moment before carefully emptying the entire bottle onto the wound.

They poured it until the bottle was empty and tossed it away to be cleaned later, the plastic bottle bouncing off the floor.

They didn't truly want to hurt Floyd but they needed that heated expression to go away.

Floyd made a choked noise, sounding almost pathetic, and arched off the examination table. Rivulets of alcohol flowed down his skin, mixing with his blood. It dripped down his side, his stomach, and past the vee of his hips, soaking into his blood-stained pants.

He threw his head back, convulsing with pain. His mouth opened to utter a broken cry before falling backward, back hitting the examination table and body going limp.

They let out a gasp. “Oh…oh god.” Eye's locking onto a new wet patch at the front of his pants.

They...really shouldn’t have expected anything different. Floyd had made his…want of them clear. In his strange mind pain was just another outstretched hand to him. Part of them knew nothing they could do would dissuade him. It scared them but also…made them feel something else they really... shouldn't.

Floyd's mismatched eyes found them again, looking up at them half-lidded. With a smile, he licked his lips with a long inhuman tongue.

With a trembling hand, they reached for the door and quickly left the room.

#Inspired from a visual novel i played a long while ago.#floyd/reader #twst #twisted wonderland #floyd x reader #floyd leech #suggestive #twst x reader #mafia au

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hollyhomburg · 8 months

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Before I Leave You (Pt. 59)

(Sneak Peek)(Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader)

Summary: You and Hobi need to break each other one more time before you're ready to heal together. Hobi needs to leave.

Tags: Angst, implied self-harm, m/c tries but doesn't actually hurt herself, burns, gaslighting, triggers, PTSD, dissociation, depersonalization, hurt/comfort, fluff, lots of tears, confessions, severe depression, self-esteem issues, allusions to past sexual abuse, Unhealthy coping mechanisms, I promise it's not quite as angsty as it sounds,

W/c: 18k

A/N: this is the darkest chapter i've written of bily, but it's also probably the most hopeful one too <3 please let me know if like the last chapter you want readers guidelines to avoid the self-harm. I'm not sure I can keep you from the discussion of it all- because that's the bulk of the chapter. But i'll at least be able to let you avoid seeing the moment she tries to hurt herself

Previous Chapter - Masterlist

Chapter 59: Missed Call.

You’re not sure what you expect but Hobi tickling the information out of you isn’t it. But his fingers creep up your sides, voice uncharacteristically whiney as they dig into your soft spots, makeing you squirm.

“Come on just tell me,”

The giggle startles out of your chest and you scuffle trying unsuccessfully to twist out of the way of his hands. you hold his hands away from you so that he won’t dig them into your sides. Laughing, both of you half-splayed on the outdoor furniture. The blanket starting to pull onto the floor. It’s so cold today- but where Hobi’s hands dig into your sides you’re warm.

The two of you miss Jungkook's singular longing look.

“Alright- alright fine. Just- stop.” Hobi listens immediately. Sitting back and pulling you back to sitting by your wrists. He’s feeling a little too accomplished, the hum of alpha made omega submit like a flame flickering through his blood.

He always feels a little too accomplished when he makes you smile, when he makes you laugh, and when he makes you better. He feels a little too accomplished when he can make you happy and no one else can not even your mate.

(but that particular thought will only be useful a few days from now- You stupid idiot alpha.)

Your cheeks warm with embarrassment as you start. Keeping your voice down so that Jungkook won't overhear. “Jungkook- the other day, we were uhm, having sex.” Hobi reaches up and zips up your sweatshirt, it's another one of his that you’ve taken to wearing religiously. The one with sewn-in patches on the front.

“Oh, you’re blushing.”

You bury your nose in the blanket. “Shut up- am not.”

“Just spit it out,” He teases. At least you have the energy to tease me back today.

You sigh, resting your cheek sort of across his knee, although the blanket cushions you too. it takes you a second before you start. “I gave- or well- tried to give him a blowjob. But I started crying in the middle of it.”

Hobi winces, trying to school his face into a mask of impassivity. He might be getting a little too used to you crying with how the last few nights have gone. But he understands why the shift might have been startling for Jungkook.

It’s hard to keep speaking but Hobi's hand in yours makes it easier. “He keeps trying to apologize, but there’s nothing to apologize for. I'm the one who pushed myself when I knew I shouldn't have. it's my fault, not his."

"You don’t really believe that do you?” Hobi feels vaguely sick.

You wrap your arms around your knees, watching Jungkook streach out his body on the grass.

“I don't know, maybe."

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dilucs-princess · 1 year

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Of Bliss

Beast au

Pairing: sub!Dazai x Switch!reader x dom!Chūya

Words: 2,542

Warnings: fem!reader (she/her pronouns used, female anatomy), messy writing, slight degradation (given), hair pulling, reader is Dazai's subordinate, vibrator, subspace (on Dazai's part), aftercare is hinted at but not written!

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Note: Some of the beginning/middle doesnt make sense as I started to write this beginning of November, but I have forgotten what I was writing im so sorry. Just pay attention to the smut ya'll

Just a normal day in the mafia. The only thing being, you were the boss’s personal assistant, though saying this, he rarely made you do any work. He usually sent his bodyguard to do that, considering Nakahara got aggressive when someone treated the boss with ‘disrespect’. Your job was to sit there and look pretty, and no matter how many times the boss said that, it filled you with fury every time. Today was your lucky day, or so it seemed. It was nearing time for you to go home when you heard a knock at your office door. A lazy “Come in” fell from your lips as you continued to sort through today’s pricings of the jewels smuggled in, the counterfeit money hadn’t been printed, cut or even prepared and Nakahara was going to have your head if it wasn’t sorted by tomorrow.

You looked up as Atsushi opened your office door, and you couldn’t help the smile that appeared on your face upon seeing the kid. “Hey, Nakajima. How is everything?” You spoke softly, knowing that despite the kid’s violent nature, he was still a bit shaky and shy. He smiled nervously, wringing his hands, knowing he was about to feel your full wrath. “Uhm.. Nakahara-san sent me to get you.. He said that the boss needs you in his office..” He replied, keeping steady eye contact despite everything. Your eyes glinted. Of fucking course, just as you thought you would be let off the hook, Dazai needed you. You groaned loudly, slamming a piece of paper down on your desk, pretending not to notice Atsushi’s flinch. “Why didn't he call me or press the buzzer?!.. Okay. Nakajima, you’re free to retire for the day with Kyouka. Thank you for informing me.” Atsushi nodded, bowed and left.

Maybe you deliberately stood up and prepared your things slowly. After all, the boss could wait, it’s his fault for needing you when you were so close to finishing for the day. You sighed deeply, finally pulling your bag onto your shoulder. As soon as you’d finished talking, you were leaving. Why stay any longer than you had to? You opened your door, took a deep breath, closed and locked it soon after. Looking at the clock on the wall, you couldn't help the slight twinge of annoyance you felt. You grumbled to yourself, about how this wasn’t fair and why don't you just quit? Dazai would suffer from it more than you, no one knew you were in the mafia, so you could easily get another job, maybe the agency to spite him? That thought alone brought a smile to your face and a small chuckle graced the air.

You straightened down your skirt before sighing and turning the corner, starting on the long corridor, which seemed to go on forever now, towards the boss’ office.with a small hum, clutching onto your bag tightly where it was resting on your shoulder. A few strides and you were in front of the office. A deep breath and you knocked. A few seconds and it was opened.

Nakahara opened it, and he must’ve seen the confused look in your eyes when you saw the smirk he was desperately trying to hide. He rolled his eyes and stepped to the side to let you in. “Do come in (y/n)-san,” he spoke politely and you nodded, walking into the room. You jumped when you heard Nakahara allow the door to slam shut behind you, his chuckle infuriated you but you pushed that to the back of your mind as you turned your attention back to the boss, trying to hide your anger. “What is it you needed from me?” You asked and even Dazai could hear your annoyance.

He swallowed, looking up at Chuuya, causing the latter to smirk, leaning against the wall behind the desk. “Go on, boss. You were the one so desperate to speak to her,” he mumbled. You looked at Nakahara, confusion clouding your mind when you saw him on his phone. He always respected the boss and you swore you could hear a bomb go off in his mind when someone said ‘Dazai’ instead of boss. You sighed, tearing your gaze from the ever confusing man and directed your focus back to the boss, though he seemed to shrink under your stare. He folded his hands in his lap, trying to keep face and act completely normal in front of his subordinate.

Chuuya’s smirk went unnoticed by you but Dazai could feel it almost burning into his soul. He squirmed and he finally went to answer your question. “A-ah, I wanted to ask how the most recent miss-missions are going? What has Nakajima said to you recently?” You sighed, shaking your head. That was it? Couldn’t he have asked or told Nakahara to send an email? You shook your head nonetheless, reaching into your bag to grab some paperwork and walked closer to the desk.

“Here you are, sir. Everything has been going well, a new load of smuggled jewels came in today, unfortunately we are behind on the counterfeit money. However, Atsushi has assured me this morning that he will make sure it is done by tomorrow morning so some workers are doing overtime tonight…”You continued talking, explaining the work that will be done tonight and then beginning of tomorrow, even explaining to him Kyouka’s work for the day.

Dazai, on the other hand, was squirming in his chair, his chin originally resting on his hand before he moved it to cover his mouth, your words almost sounding foreign to him, eyes wide. He tried to focus and was glad you continued to stare down at the paperwork rather than at him. His other hand was gripping his thigh, the material bunched up slightly in his hand. He couldn’t even ask you to go, because as far as you knew, he had asked you to come to the office.

His blood ran cold as a soft, almost needy whine left his lips, just after you had stopped speaking. Your eyes locked into his and he could’ve swore his heart stopped in that moment. “You fucking whore,” you seethed, eyes wide and angry. You didn’t know the full story but you could put two and two together.

Chuuya laughed, putting his phone back in his pocket, humming lightly as he walked over. A hand went in front of Dazai, resting on his neck and squeezing gently, causing him to gasp. “You’re right. He is a whore, poor thing just couldn’t wait till he got home. Why don’t you tell her how beautiful you looked across your desk as I fucked you five minutes before she walked in. Oh!” He seemed considerate, pulling Dazai’s head back by his hair, “Or maybe I should show her?” he teased, though Dazai’s eyes widened again, a soft whine leaving his lips.

You weren’t going to stand being ignored, especially after being called here, this time you supposed that Chuuya was actually the one who called you, to see your boss acting like a whore or maybe to get some sort of satisfaction of fucking you, you wasn’t sure yet. But you sighed, walking to the side of the desk those two were on and sat on it, a high heel resting on Dazai’s thigh, causing him to shiver. You could see his hand clench as though he wanted to touch you. Not yet.

“This is what’s going to happen, bitch,” it was nice to have some sort of authority over him. “You’re going to get me off and if you’re good enough, i’ll fuck you. If not or if you tease, are too slow or act like a brat, i’ll spank you so hard, you’ll see stars. Are we understood?” Dazai nodded eagerly and you had to stifle a laugh. Poor man.

Chuuya hummed lightly, watching the both of you. “Right, you pull up your dress and then rest your legs on Dazai’s shoulders, He’ll kneel down, alright?” You looked up as he spoke and nodded, hoping down from the desk to hike your dress up to your hips and take your underwear off, leaving it on the floor so you could be embarrassed about that later. If you knew this would happen, you would’ve at least worn something sexy. You watched as Chuuya forced Dazai onto his knees, looking up at you so needily, whining and whimpering and you would’ve been lying if you said it wasn’t the slightest bit hot. You pushed yourself back onto the desk, legs on his shoulders and ankles crossing behind his head. “Come on then, pretty boy. Show me what you’ve got,” you hummed and he wasted no second in getting to work.

His tongue was immediately pressed flat against your pussy, eyes closed as he held onto your thighs. He licked from your hole to your clit, swiping and then pressing a kiss to it before looking up at you. You whined, surprised at how quickly he acted. Your hands shot to his hair, almost pressing his face to your pussy. He encased your clit into his mouth, suckling before resting his tongue against it. You were moaning and tugging at his hair, your head tilting backwards, broken praises beginning to fall from your lips. You felt him moan against your cunt and your hips jolted, trying to keep his face in place, tugging at his hair, only eliciting more moans and whimpers from Dazai.

“You’re so fucking pathetic, Osamu,” Chuuya mused, watching from his spot in the background, watching the entire scene without any sort of interest and even you felt a twinge to try and impress him. He pushed himself away from the wall, walking over to you, tilting your head up with a smirk. “God, even you melt into my hands. What the fuck am I going to do with you two, hm?” He chuckled, quickly taking your lips and claiming you as his. You mewled into his mouth, hands gripping onto his blazer instead and Dazai felt disappointment when the pressure left his head but continued to lap at your pussy, almost as though he could feel it.

You parted from Chuuya, panting heavily as a string of salvia kept you together. “You close, pretty girl?” Chuuya murmured, a hand on the back of your neck as he kept your foreheads together. Your face was contorted into pleasure and nodded, eyes squeezing shut but they soon opened again as you gasped, Dazai slipping two fingers into your pussy, you immediately clenching around them. “Fuck!” You yelled, back arching and one hand continued to hold onto Chuuya, the other digging into the desk and your ankles pressing down on Dazai’s back, trying to encourage him to continue. Chuuya had to laugh, you were both truly pathetic.

“I’m close, Osamu,” you managed to gasp out, hips rocking now, Dazai whining and just wrapping his arm around your waist, scissoring his fingers inside you and continued to suck on your cunt. Wet and messy noises filled the room as Chuuya began to stroke your hair, humming softly and desperately wishing he could take a photo. “Fuck! Osamu-!” Was the only warning Dazai got as your body shook, back arching away from Chuuya’s hold and pressing Dazai’s head down as you came, eyes wide, loud moans leaving your lips.

Dazai continued to give you gentle licks through your orgasm but allowed you to push him away when the pain began to set in. He pulled away and pulled his fingers out, eyes practically glimmering at the sight of your hole fluttering and clenching around nothing. He made no effort to get up, still kneeling on the floor, looking up at you with a smile of an angel. Chuuya, however, didn’t even give you a moment to get your thoughts straight. “So? Was he a good boy?” You blinked before nodding, smiling gently.

“Come on, baby, let me return the favour,” you replied, allowing Dazai to sit back on the chair as you removed your legs from his shoulders. Chuuya pushed the chair over to you so you didn’t have to attempt to stand on shaky legs, which you were immensely grateful for. You reached down, returning your feet to rest on the chair again as your hands quickly undid his fly, freeing his cock from his underwear, not even properly undressing him. You laughed and Dazai turned his head away in shame.

It all made sense now; the small noises while you were talking, Chuuya on his phone as you saw the little vibrator taped to his dick. “Oh, you really are a little slut, Osamu, fuckin’ hell,” you murmured, thanking Chuuya for the lube he handed you. Dazai just blushed more intensely at the degradation, but he couldn’t really deny it. You hummed to get his attention and smiled kindly when he looked at you almost instantly. “Eyes on me, baby,” you spoke in a commanding tone, leaving no room for interpretation. You wrapped your hand around his dick, relishing in the way he jumped and shivered.

He was very responsive to all of your actions, little moans and whimpers and pleas falling from his lips, not a single coherent sentence left him, he had given himself over to you completely. His mind was incredibly fuzzy as you took the tip between your two hands, his back moving away from the chair as he moaned in surprise, eyes closing as he took in the pleasure, allowing himself to fully enjoy it, responsibilities didn’t matter at the minute; he was your’s to use as you liked.

Chuuya moved once again, this time to kiss Dazai and you smile, he seemed a lot more gentler while kissing him than he did you, then again, even you were treating Dazai as though he was something precious, something that deserved to be treated and held, to be looked after and admired. The noises that left him, you were tempted to keep him to yourself. His hips began to buck upwards and you laughed, close already? Chuuya did mention he was fucked before you entered and been teased the entire time, the poor thing must be so deseperate!

There were tears in those beautiful eyes as Nakahara pulled away, moving his head to face you again. “Cum when you want,” you whispered reassuringly. He almost sobbed as you said those words, nodding and holding onto the arm rests of the chair tightly. It didn’t take long for the poor thing after that,thighs shaking, head thrown back, hair sticking to his forehead, cumming with a cry of your name. You cooed and spoke to him gently, continuing to stroke him through it only removing your hand when his body began to shake from the overstimulation.

“You still with us, sweet thing?” Chuuya asked gently, running a hand through Dazai’s hair. He nodded, whining as he reached up to chase Chuuya’s lips. He laughed, pressing a quick kiss there before pulling away and looking at you. “You keep an eye on him. I’ll go grab a cloth and water.” You nodded obediently, watching as Chuuya left before hopping down from the desk and taking Dazai into your arms.

#bsd #bsd smut #bungo stray dogs #sub bungou stray dogs #sub bsd #bryn writes ~ ♡ !#mine ~ ♡ !

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gerrystamour · 5 months

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on and on (nothing left here anymore) [oc fic]

Teen★OMC Ship★792 words★Complete

This is literally some of the saddest shit I've ever written honestly, and it's without any real context. It's also, in my honest opinion, some of my best writing?

This is about OC's in a mafia!AU me and my scromies have gotten brainrotted on.

Sam: mine

Dom: @patchworkgargoyle

Anyway, this is a letter written by Sam that's in "response" to a letter he received from his dead lover, Dom. You can read the letter from Dom here, written by the lovely Sav.

CW: Major character death (the major character is one of the OC's and he's dead dead, like he's not coming back), suicide ideation, grief.

Anyway, uhm, here it is?

Hey Sweetheart,

This is literally so fucking stupid, it's not like you’ll even read this, and I know your dramatic ass is both laughing at me in the afterlife and pissed I didn't let you have the last word. Isn't that just us, though?

I reread all of our letters over the years you were away and I know your first letter back to me was probably one of your petty, shitty little Fuck You’s because I stopped sending my letters. I say sending because I didn’t stop writing them. Jesus, Sweetheart, I was so fucking in love with you, even back then. I was fucking insane about you and I knew it the fucking moment you got out of my truck at the airport.

Do you know how close I was to chasing you down and telling you? Right then and there? Jesus fucking Christ, you probably would’ve stabbed me and I would’ve deserved it for dumping all that at your feet right before you had to leave for however long your old man told you to. So, I didn’t.

But I watched you walk into that airport, and I waited to see if you would turn around, even once, just to look at me one more time. I told myself that if you looked back at me, then maybe you were in love with me, too, and I would fucking disregard your stupid, bitchy “don’t call, don’t text, don’t visit” garbage. But you didn’t.

You just disappeared into the airport and I had to continue on with my life as if I didn’t just fucking let one of the brightest parts walk out of it.

God, Dom, in your stupid beautiful shitty letter you said you wouldn’t change this, and that’s real big of you I guess. I’m a selfish man, though, and if I could, I would fucking rewrite it all so we weren’t doing this. You in a fucking crematorium and me more than half a bottle of whiskey into a letter to my dead fucking soulmate a dead man. We’d have a goddamn happy ending that neither of us probably deserve because I don’t want to do this without you.

And ultimately, I would rewrite all of this so that I actually told you how you made me feel. I would rewrite things so I chased after you at the airport and told you I love you, even if you would’ve stabbed me for it. I would rewrite all of this so I told you I love you all those fucking months ago when we laughed together on the sidewalk outside your apartment and then you kissed me and dragged me back inside. Yeah, I remember that, too. It was an amazing night.

I don’t know how to end this, because if I do it’s over. I’ll finally have the last word and I don’t want it. I want you to fucking be here to scoff at me, to critique my writing, to call it cliche and boring and boorish and shit. I want this to be something I’m going to put in the mail for you to open it and read it and get your fucking smell all over it because you’re fucking alive. I have your fucking cologne but it smells all wrong because it’s missing YOU, and it makes me want to die every time I open that stupid bottle. But I do it anyway because it’s the closest I’ll ever get to kissing you again.

I need to finish this, so I’ll just bite the fucking bullet and do it. I can’t write this forever because we’re having your stupid interment in a couple days before Vinny, Kez, and the baby go away. It’s a small thing, don’t worry, just a handful of us. The big one that’ll piss you off is going to happen after we deal with the shitstain that got you.

I love you, Dom, and I hate myself everyday for not telling you. It is one of my biggest fucking regrets in my life. Every single day I spent kissing you and not telling you what it meant to me will fucking haunt me forever. What could we have been if I wasn’t a fucking coward? Would the ring you gave me mean what I wish it did? And I am a coward, more than you were, okay? I knew I was in love with you for eleven fucking years and I didn’t say shit about it.

Anway, save me a spot in whatever toasty spot of Hell you’ve probably taken over. I’ll see you when I get there, Sweetheart. Forgive me for hoping it’s sooner rather than later. I told you I’m a selfish man.

Your darling,

Sam

[ READ DOM'S LETTER HERE ]

#gerry writes #mafia!au #oc.fic #samdom

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gallivantingheart · 2 years

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who?: wonwoo x (f)reader

word count: 863

genre/s: mafia au, light humor, light fluff

warnings: references to violence

synopsis: you got a little lost on a girls night out - wonwoo has to come rescue you.

a/n: damn i’m really wilin. it’s either no fic for 6mths or all the fics in one week.

You tremble on the sidewalk, cold and alone. Not even the chips tucked in your free hand did much to ease you. You press your phone to your ear, glad something was still working for once.

He picks up, first ring. "Hey, what is it?"

A bit more curt than usual - your heart sunk. Of course he was busy. Most of his...important work happened at night.

"I - it's noth- I'm so sorry, but I think I'm lost." You murmur. "It's okay though, I'll call later."

"That sounds ridiculous. What do you mean you think you're lost?" Wonwoo says, movement going on in the background.

"Well, me and the girls went out to that mini golf and bar place. Then we drank and it got a bit late so we finished up. Dani went left to her uber, I went right because that was the way we got here. I mean I would have gotten an uber too but, I need to go grocery shopping and pay the water bill this week so I was just gonna take the train back. And then...well I got lost. And my gps is being super confusing - like little lanes and alleys and I - I'm really sorry for disrupting you." You squeak. "Are you okay to pick me up?"

He sighs. "It's okay, no need to be sorry. I'm glad you called me. Find a street sign if you can and tell me where it is. I'll stay on the line."

Carefully tucking the paper container under your arm, you pluck a few chips out to nibble on, sighing at the warmth.

"Okay. Uhm...oh!" You jog in your heels, skidding to a stop. "I'm by a William Street. So I must have walked down...King Street. Does that help?" You ask.

"Perfect. I know exactly where you are. Is there a flower shop a little bit down, just across the street?" He says.

You peer around the darkened shop fronts to find a quaint little floral shop, with mock white picket fencing and elaborately carved awning. You smile. "Yeah, white fence and super cute."

"Great. Well done." What Wonwoo praises you for, you're not sure, but it's a nice thing to hear anyway. "Do you remember when I gave you that little bunch of flowers?"

"The one with the daffodils?" You say.

You can’t help but smile a little at the memory. It was the first familiar gesture he had given you since he told you about the other side of his life. The bashful expression and dusting of pink over his cheeks. He stammered a little on the introduction too. A little bouquet that almost looked like it had been plucked from a random garden it was so small - a mix of daffodils and little white flowers - until you saw the plastic and ribbon that held it together.

He hums. "That's where I brought them from. Seungkwan's aunt owns the place."

You coo. "That's actually so cute. Wonu, how far away are you?"

"I'm five minutes, I swear. Just coming off the freeway now."

“Okay, thank you.”

“It’s okay. As long as you’re safe.”

A black car with white lights nips around the corner. As much as there are still a few cars about, this one feels different. So much so, it indicates and begins to slow down.

“Oh, I see you.” Wonwoo says with a sigh.

You hang up as his car stops across from you, the door kicking open. You scramble for the comfort of a seat and company. He even has the radio turned on low, playing some top 40 stuff. You balance your phone and chips in your lap as you strap yourself in. He’s got a smile on his face, wry as he waits.

“What?” You say.

“Did we get hungry on our little adventure?” He quips.

You follow his sight down to your chips and laugh shyly. He sets off, far more relaxed than the way he first turned the corner. Your breathing is easy now, but you’re rather drowsy, with the fact you’ve kicked your heels off and the lingering alcohol in your system. Slumped in your seat, you loll your head to stare at him, baring a loud yawn.

“I’m kind of surprised that you didn’t make more of a fuss or that you haven’t told me off for being drunk and s-silly.” You mumble.

“Well, it wasn’t super late and you weren’t in a rival area. And you decided to call me anyway. I don’t see any reason to make you sad over nothing. I just wish that maybe you would let me know if you’re drinking so I can check on you.” Wonwoo shrugs.

You blink blearily in shock at the rationale before nodding and yawning again. You could feel the twinge in your wrist from playing all that mini-golf - and killing it, by the way. He lets go of the gearstick at the traffic lights to put your chips on the middle console, patting your thigh.

“Have a rest. I’ll wake you when we get back to mine.” He hums soothingly.

You agree, shutting your eyes and resting your head against the seatbelt.

#caratwritersclub #wonwoo #jeon wonwoo #seventeen wonwoo #seventeen #seventeen fic #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagine #seventeen drabble #seventeen au #wonwoo fic #wonwoo imagine #wonwoo scenarios #written

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merakiui · 2 years

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Uhm hi, I'm obsessed? Sk!Jade is a fantastic idea and I need to draw him to fully appreciate-- so here's my ask: In your au, does he look exactly like canon Jade? Any subtle (or not so subtle) differences? Does he dress as sophisticated as canon Jade or is his wardrobe little more modern/casual? Can't wait for the next chapter of DRU!!

Hello!!! I'm so happy that you like the au and that you want to draw Jade based on it!!!! :D I will provide you with some information on Jade's (human form) appearance and his wardrobe for this au! (feat. brief info on Floyd because the twins are a package deal.)

Jade is 26 in the au, so he looks more mature and grown than he does in canon. Definitely more muscular and stronger than in canon.

Both he and Floyd still wear their sturgeon scale earrings, but they also occasionally swap them for other matching earrings. Both brothers have helix, forward helix, anti-tragus, and industrial piercings. :)

Jade has a venom tongue piercing and a moray eel tattoo that curls around his right bicep. Floyd has the same tattoo, but it's on his left bicep.

Jade's summer wardrobe mainly consists of solid color T-shirts, button-ups, and shorts/baggy pants. None of it is ever form-fitting because he prefers loose-fitting clothes when the weather is hot. I do like to picture him wearing fits like these: x. xx. xxx. xxxx. xxxxx. x. xx. xxx.

His wardrobe ranges from casual and comfortable clothing (oversized sweaters, loose T-shirts (with really obscure/cute/unique graphics), high-waisted trousers) to formal wear (business suits and vests). He has an outfit for nearly every occasion, and both he and Floyd like to wear designer things (belts, watches, clothes, shoes, jewelry, etc). His wardrobe has more dark tones in comparison to Floyd's, who usually likes to wear bright, artsy colors. Though with Floyd, his outfits are usually mood dependent.

I like thinking about what styles the characters might wear in this setting, so I hope you can easily picture Jade with this type of fashion! When it comes to the trio as a whole, mafia fashion will always be the go-to, especially when they’re working. >:)

#twisted chit chat #death row undertow #thiefkingyall #you can't tell me the twins wouldn't have piercings and tattoos #floyd probably has tattoo sleeves #aaaa i'll stop before i ramble but i hope the information provided is helpful #thank you so much for enjoying the au!!!!

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the-whispers-of-death · 10 days

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i feel like i should preface this with: these arent fandom ocs. theyre in their own universe thats 100% made up

uhh. okay hm. so the only 2 with actual personalities and stories. and im now remembering theres probably more than 8 lemme give a small quick summary of. everyone? oh no.

so theres 2 "main" stories in their own respective universes, but one of them is going trough wip and rewrite hell rn.

the ones from said rewrite hell are Typlus/Void (they/it); Vast (he/him); Elly (it/its); Melz (he/him) and Steph/Stephanie (she/they). fun fact it all started as a rewrite of the bible and the impending doom of the planet. or something, i dont even remember anymore. but now theyre just a big family sorta chilling out on their own planet at the physical edge of the universe. its more of a concept than actual ocs, so i have things to draw when i dont know WHAT to draw. nothing is set in stone, nothing is real here. and none of them are human.

and the other is more.. grounded in reality that ive been chipping away at slowly for the past year or so because the characters decided to make my brain into a 5 star hotel

theres elias (he/she/they); dominic (he/him); marcus (he/him); elizabeth (she/her); andrew (he/him) and amelia (she/her)

theres 2 seperate families within this: the jamesons, which includes elias as the son and andrew+amelia as his parents, and the DeAngelo's which is the 3 others, but theyre siblings instead

the only 2 with personalities right now are dominic and elias, who are also in a situationship with eachother, and will probably remain that way for the rest of time

story's basically just "what if the disgraced son of rich parents who happens to be an owner of a bar/club (elias) meets the guy who mans a stand at a farmers market (dominic). and what if they were both t4t. and what if they ended up being workplace lovers/friends w benefits"

elias is lowkey a very unlikeable and bitter guy, very self centered and speaks without thinking. dominic's the reserved type who only speaks when spoken to, but very willing to resort to violence when needed.

does this make sense. i dont know. oh and i counted, theres 11 of them, if we dont count the spin-off AUs as characters. (like when i decided they should be hybrids. or the royalty au. or the mafia au that was actually the origin of all this nonsense)

theres also 2 filler ocs i use whenever i just need a placeholder character for any situation: red and sylvester, but neither of them even got as far as getting designs from me but theyre there

theres. so much content on my main about these idiots that a friend made a sideblog just to sort it in one place. and even after this he hasnt sorted everything lol

.... shit bad news i think i have like 30 ocs actually, i just remembered another batch from ages ago. so. uhm. anyways. and does a made-up species of flower count as an oc. because. yeah. ive got that too.

~ rusty (i get embarrassed when OCposting to others sorry)

I think I need separate asks on both the rewrite hell and the wip stories, because they seem too interesting to be in one ask. They deserve their own separate moment to shine.

I'd love to hear more.

And I'm contemplating adding some of my other OCs (is it still called OC if I made the universe?) in, just because I've been stuck in this limbo of not even finishing a chapter in a book I've started writing and I've had these characters & universe in my head for roughly two years.

#tyler's asks #tyler's inbox #tyler answers asks #answering asks #asks #other ocs #oc talk #anyways sorry I derailed the ask there at the end #but I'm really interesting in knowing more about your OCs in each separate universe in-depth #rusty anon #:)

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alienescence · 2 years

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𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘉𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘬'𝘴 𝘖𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳🐍🐍🐍

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sashi-ya · 3 years

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Ch. 1 ~ NSFW ~ Trafalgar Law x F! Maid! Reader ~ A Dangerous Attraction

Based on this request:

Anonymous asked: Can I request a Law x maid reader? But mafia au? I mean I don't see anything like this in other fanfic so might as well request it 😃 and thanks for doing this ^^

Thank u anon for such a WONDERFUL idea💖 I'm so weak for Law holding power it's ridiculous.

AU: Mafia AU. Mafia boss Law. Slightly longer hair for him.

TW: BLOOD. So much blood and violence. Dead bodies. Wet dreams. Mafia boss Law. Graphic depictions of violence. Intended abuse. If you are looking for smut part: coming soon next chapters.

WC: 4.2K

Chapters: one ; two ; three; four; five ; final

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33273136

There he is, sitting on his usual spot, the youngest commander of the Donquixote Family. His uncle, the most powerful gangster of all the underworld, has his special private room on your sushi bar.

And there is you, peeking from behind the counter, delightfully enjoying the contrast of those grey eyes and his caramel skin. Those tattoos that make him look extra edgy, black hair, everything about him screams danger and yet you are extremely attracted to him. Oh, and not to mention the surname he holds, “The Surgeon of Death”.

“Come on, you are just a waitress of this shitty bar… he will never…” you think, but suddenly your thoughts get interrupted by your work mate. “(Name), the special table is ready to order”. “Y-yes” you mumble and quickly fix your stockings up and brush your skirt. You are expected to wear a certain uniform, a black leather pencil skirt, black thigh highs and a white shirt that leaves nothing to the imagination.

“Excuse me, welcome. Are you ready to order?” you ask, quickly being trapped by the gaze of Trafalgar Law. Piercing sight on you, scanning you from head to toe, no expression at all. His clients quickly order a bunch of food and drinks, and then the commander speaks. “Two onigiri, no umeboshi. A dry martini, please”. He orders, bluntly, straight looking into your eyes. Shivers run through your spine when your ears are delighted by the sound of that low, deep voice.

“Right away, Sir” you say and quickly run to the kitchen. Once he is not able to see you, you sigh, soundly. “What's wrong, darling?” the cook asks you. “Uhm… that man” you mumble. “You mean the youngest gangster, huh? I can see why you are so attracted to him, but please be careful. That man is dangerous, everything around him is” she says, with the experience the years have given to her.

“You are right, you are so right… he is dangerous”

Neon red lights and the smell of sake when you enter the private room hit you. In your hand a silver tray with assorted most fine and exquisite sushi pieces, the two special onigiris and the drinks. Filthy men spit expletives at you as you serve them. Yet, Law is quiet, looking at them with a killer sight.

Once you have served everybody including Law, who is really aware of your uncomfortable face, you ask them if they need something more.

“Yes, little bitch. You!” says one of the disgusting guys there, snatching you suddenly from your waist forcing you to sit over his lap. You panic, you want to run, run far away from there. But you can’t, the old bastard got you trapped.

And everything happens in a second… Law stands up, takes a gun from the inside of his black coat, and pulls the trigger. A bullet hole on the abuser’s forehead, a little stream of blood falling from it and into the table. The arms of your captor turn consequently weaker until you are able to be freed from him.

Silence. Silence and a buzzing in your ears. You can’t even breathe. You feel dizzy, lightheaded. Even the music stopped playing, the ones who were doing karaoke on the stage went mute. No one dares to move, but everyone wants to run away. The men who were with the assassinated one remain still but trembling in his seats. They know if someone dares to speak, they will have the same destiny as his boss.

You also shiver, a man has been assassinated right next to you, coldly. A bullet passed centimetres from your face and your countenance has little blood drops all over.

“Shachi, Penguin” you hear Trafalgar call some people, so calm, so unamused. Two men, wearing black caps run inside the room and carry the body out. “We are sorry, miss” they excuse while pulling the men by the livid arms.

The inked gangster approaches you; you can even hear the black leather shoes steps as he walks. He takes a white handkerchief from the black pants, and softly brushes it over your cheeks. You can’t speak, your heart beats fast. Your eyes are wide open, your pupils dilated. No words can be articulated.

“I’m sorry, I can’t stand abusers. If something got broken, please send me the count” he whispers, gently wiping the blood out of your face. While the subordinates of the murdered man run away, panting. Scared.

“T- Thanks” you mumble, still unable to move. Law nods and you grab the soft white cloth. “I’m gonna clean this up for you, Sir” you tell him.

“Thanks” he says and walks away.

Once he has left the place and hear the sound of his roaring car leaving the bar, you fall to your knees. The intensity of what just happened left your legs weak. Your coworkers run to you once they realize everything seems secure.

“Are you ok, (Name)?” Lilly, your friend, the other waitress says to you while shaking your shoulders so you can respond. “Yes… I… I guess so” you say, blinking from the first time in a few minutes. “Now you actually know why I told you he is dangerous” says, Dolly, the cook.

Soon the bar closes, and puffs of steam come from the streets. Wet spots reflect the several neon lights of the city. And you shiver, what if someone attacks you? What if the bosses or someone related to the man who has been shot comes and takes revenge on you?

The sound of your steps resonates over the backstreets while you run, covering yourself with a little coat, scared as hell. You suddenly notice a black car, black windows, following you. Your heart races, you are hysterical. You don’t dare to look at the car, you only can see it from the corner of your eye. Panting and praying, you walk faster.

Your phone vibrates all of a sudden, scaring you even more. You are afraid to see the notification on the screen but you do it anyway, perhaps someone could help you…

<unknown>: Don’t be afraid, the car that’s following you is taking care of you. One of my special subordinates, Bepo, is protecting you. If you want to enter the car you just tell him, if not he will follow you so you can be safe at home.

“What?” you think and turn around to see a friendly looking man waving at you, white hair, and a sweet smile, driving the black car. “Oh…” you breathe, release, and smile with a shy expression. But even if the man looks friendly, sweet, almost like a little bear, you aren’t going to get inside the car.

You take the keys off your purse and quickly open your door. You wave at Bepo, and he smiles. Once you close the door, you peek through the little window to see the black car leaving the place.

“Finally home” you sigh and run to the bathroom. You look at your reflection in the mirror, you look pale and still have some red spots over your cheeks. “Oh lord” you cry and open the faucet to violently scrub your face to take the blood off. “What the fuck did just happen?” you ask yourself, unable to understand if what you are living now it’s just a dream. Or that’s what you wish.

The warm water of your bathtub relaxes your muscles, but every time you close your eyes you have Law’s eyes burned on your mind. He is so damn sexy, he saved you, but murdered someone right in front of you, coldly. You slowly let your back slide on the water until your face is completely under it. You need to drown the need to see him again when you suddenly remember that text.

You quickly emerge from the water, pulling your wet hair out of your face and realize you never answered the text. Was Law the one who sent it? you simply assume it and walk to your house escorted by a random stranger in a car. What if… what if the ones following you were no other than the others looking for revenge? They will know where you live! Well, not that Law was a safe option, but at this point you want to believe it is the safer of all….

“Wait, how did he know my number?” you think, but quickly understand he is a mafia boss, he could probably have not only your phone number but your bra size information if he wanted it in just a moment.

After that relaxing -not so relaxing- bath you head to your room. The big window next to your bed looks threatening, the buzzing sound of a neon sign that promotes the decaying apartments where you live fills the silence of your house. The moon looks blurry, it’s a cold, cold night, there is fog everywhere. Dense mist, where anyone could hide and attack if you dare to go outside.

You slide inside your bed, covering yourself up to your head. It’s not that the covers are bullet proof, but you feel secure under them. You shut your eyes, but then again, his eyes. Grey, intense crystalline irises that fix on yours haunt your thoughts. And the curiosity, and perhaps the fatal attraction leads you to grab your phone.

You: Uhm, is this Trafalgar Law?

<Unknown>: Yes. Got home safe?

You: Yes, thank you. Again.

<Unknown>: No problem, miss. You let me know if someone bothers you again.

You: Thanks. Have a good night Sir.

<Unknown>: Sleep tight.

You find yourself smiling, biting your lip while rereading those texts over and over again… “What am I thinking?” you whisper and soon after you let yourself fall into the dream world.

“Law” you moan. He grunts. Inked fingers tour all over your naked skin. His black hair falls over your face, he smells like lust, he smells like sex, like sin. His fangs bite your flesh, your neck, your breasts, your belly, the inside of your thighs. Your core drips. His eyes fixed on yours, the golden buckles hanging from his ears shine with the red light of the bar. You are over the table. You look to the side, and there’s blood. You look to the other side, more blood. It doesn’t smell like sex anymore, it smells like blood, like rotten skin. You push him off you, severed body parts laying all over the floor.

Law presses the muzzle of his gun over your forehead. And he smirks, sexily at you. A devil asking for your soul, a soul you have already sold to him just to commit original sin.

He pulls the trigger; you feel the sound of the shot. Your forehead bleeds, but you are not dead. Ruby vital fluid falls like tears at each side of your nose. You taste the irony liquid that falls into your lips, you relish and Law is again over you.

“You. Are. Dead” he whispers in your ear while penetrating you violently, and you sit on your bed panting.

“GOD” you shout. You try to understand if that was a dream or a nightmare. You are sweating, trembling. But you are also aroused. Your sex feels wet, so damn wet. That is exactly what that man produces on you. And nothing has ever happened in between you and him… well, besides the fact of killing a man because it was bothering you.

You gaze at your phone screen, 7:00 am. A shy, subtle light bathes the sky as the dawn approaches. You open the window to let some cold air enter and hit your burning cheeks. You look at the sky, and then to the backstreet. Something catches your attention. A black van, extremely dark tinted glass windows, steam coming out the exhaust pipe. You haven’t seen that van ever in your life, and you try to assume it is just someone delivering something to your neighbours.

But suddenly, someone rolls the window down and the image of a gun pointing directly at you makes you fall on your butt. You tremble, they are coming for you. You know that, and you are alone. Alone…

You crawl through the floor and grab your phone. Your heart beats so fast like it’s about to jump out from your chest, you sweat, you tremble. Calling the police won’t help, those bastards live freely because the police have treats with them. And then, you remember Law’s text…

“<Unknown>: No problem, miss. You let me know if someone bothers you again”

This is what he meant, right? you say and quickly dial his number. The tone goes for some seconds, seconds you feel like an eternity as you hear someone trying to force the door.

“Open up, bitch!”, “Our boss was killed because of you, fucking slut!” you hear some men shouting and kicking the metal door of your apartment. “Come on Law, answer me please” you whine in desperation. Tears sprouting nonstop from your eyes.

But then, the shouts and kicks cease. You hang up and crawl, slowly, trying not to emit a single sound, to the door. You place your ear over the metallic barrier that keeps you safe trying to hear something, because you are too scared to even peek through the peephole. Silence, complete silence.

Something doesn't make sense. Why those men who were completely determined to kill you would leave like this. Did someone call the police? What happened?

Your teeth are chattering, your legs don’t respond as you wish but you manage to stand up. The spyhole threatens to show the men are still there, but you need to know. -Even though you wouldn’t leave the apartment, what if they are waiting for you in the elevator, or the stairs? -.

Your pupil fixes on the hallway, and discovers two men lying on the ground, unconscious -and hopefully not dead-. You suddenly see a tall white haired man, and two more wearing black caps. And realize those are no other than Law’s subordinates. Bepo, Shachi and Penguin. “What?” you say. Did they protect me? But how did they know?” ...

“Miss (Name), it’s Bepo” one of the men tells you from behind the door. “We have already taken care of this situation. You can count on us if you need to go out somewhere. The boss is really busy right now, but he gave us strict orders to protect you. I’m sorry to bother you”.

You open and close your mouth several times, trying to decide your words. You don’t fully trust them, but it is what it is, and they have saved you once again. “Thank you so so much” you tell them, still without opening the door. “Don’t worry Miss!” the red haired man says. “I have to work at eight p.m., I wasn’t planning on going out today till that hour” you inform them, realizing you are now fully trusting on them, telling them your plans. “Ok, Miss. We will take you there. We are going to be on the street, if you need us, please call” Bepo says, and slides a little paper down the door.

“T-thanks” you say, feeling a little bad for not even offering them a glass of water. You watch them carry the unconscious attackers to the elevator, and then disappear. You grab the little paper with a number on it and inspect it. Weird numbers you haven’t ever seen before in your area. “Maybe this is some kind of satellite phone?” ...

You let your forehead rest over the door, thinking why everything happens to you. Why the mafia? Isn’t enough to be all alone in the big city, working until dawn only to send some money to your mother and sisters. “Dad, you left us. Look what I’m going through…” you repeat to yourself while remembering how amazing your childhood was leaving free, no worries, no mafia…

The sound of your stomach pulls you out from your misery. You are starving, so you decide to cook something, even if your appetite isn’t high. The smell of scrambled eggs makes your stomach turn, but you still force yourself to eat. If this is your life now, you should be ready to run from the danger.

You turn on the tv just to hear about the terrible crimes the mafia keeps perpetuating. “Damn, enough with these assholes!” you shout and mute the news. You grab your phone and discover you have a new message.

<Unknown>: I’m sorry I didn’t pick up earlier. I hope you don’t mind the guys taking care of you during the day.

When reading his text you realize a few things. First, he didn’t pick up the phone because he is one of the Mafia bosses and you are no one. Second, you have clearly no choice, whether you want it or not to be “protected” by his subordinates, they are gonna be there no matter what. Third, you are actually texting with a fucking gangster. Your life has become this in only one night, and you wonder what’s worse. Well… you are about to know.

Before texting him again, you write the name “Law” and save it on your contacts. A sudden burst of laughter hits you, “Law? His name is Law?” ... “He is a motherfucking gangster, what the fuck?! He is way far from the law...”. So, you decide to change his name to “Boss”. Little did you know this was predicting the future…

You: Thank you so much, once again. I owe you so much, Sir.

Boss: Don’t worry, I’m sure you will be able to compensate, yet this was my fault. So, don’t worry. I’m off to work, have a good day.

You: Have a good day.

“Off to work” you say out loud sarcastically. You are a delinquent, Law… What type of work do you do, huh?

The night is already here, and you are getting ready for work. Your anxiety rises, you have to leave your home. Those men offered to take you there, but should you trust? What if they are as bad as the others? What if… what if…

Frankly, you are over already, this stupid life keeps getting worse and worse. You smack the deep burgundy lipstick and tell your reflection in the mirror “If they want to kill me, well I won’t resist”. You click your heels and wish for the best.

There he is, waiting on your door, wearing a black suit, the man that you identify as Bepo. He looks so kind and harmless; you can’t believe he is part of the mafia.

“Good night, Miss. Let me guide you” he greets you, and the both of you enter the elevator. Soon you are inside a luxurious black car that drives you to your work through drunk people infested streets. “You must have a lot of customers on Saturday, right?” asks Bepo looking at your reflection in the rear-view mirror with a clear intention to ease your stress. Stress that shows perfectly on the way you fidget your fingers over your knee.

“Oh, uhm, yeah. Drunk people, a lot of them. So annoying…” you tell him, already anticipating the torture. “I see” he says and flashes an adorable smile. Somehow, every time you look at him it reminds you of a polar bear. Who knows why? maybe it’s because of his white hair?

The lux car finally parks on the entrance of your workplace. Bepo runs and opens your door, helping you get out of the car. “Miss” he says and bows. “Thank you, Bepo” you tell him, smiling. You walk towards the entrance of the shitty bar feeling like the wife of a mafia boss, and giggle at the idea.

The night goes by, a few drunk guys have already left, and there are two hours until the bar closes. Everything seems pretty normal for a Saturday night, no signs of Mafia bosses or attackers whatsoever. You often find yourself daydreaming about Law’s face, the sexy tattoos that peak through his classy clothes, the red tie, perfectly matching his black shirt. The way his long legs move so gracefully when he walks. The way he crosses them and places his inked hands over his knee when coldly examines the future associates. Such a handsome man… but then you remember; he is a murderer…

"(Name), get ready. Big fishes" your mate informs you. Once again, fucking criminals in suits have come to your bar so they can have their special meetings. You can also identify some senators on the table. You, as always, get ready and approach them.

"Good night sirs. Are you ready to order?" You greet them, feeling their disgusting eyes scan your whole body. They spit all types of insinuating words, phrases you wouldn't like to hear ever again.

After they are done with paying you -putrid- compliments, you head off the counter to inform the bartender about their ethyl choices.

"Enjoy your drinks" you tell them with a fake smile after serving the multiple glasses of alcohol. The men fix their eyes on your anatomy and don't bother giving you a simple thanks. But it's ok, who would want that either… Yet, there is a man, only one, that keeps looking at you in a suspicious way. He seems not to lose track of any of your movements. At first you tremble, but then you think it is probably because he -as many others- keeps jeezing in his pants when see your ass.

An hour passes, the laughs of them fill the bar as they progressively get more and more drunk. You decide it's time to take a bathroom break.

You head to the back of the bar, where the employee’s bathroom is and go do your stuff. You hear as if some glasses were shuttering on the floor. "Damn drunk bastards" you grunt, well knowing you are going to have to clean the saloon, too.

When you get out of the toilet, you struggle to open the faucet. "Damn shitty place, each drink costs a fortune but the stupid boss can replace the fucking place where the employees clean their hands" you complain. But suddenly, a cold shiver runs through your spine.

"You are such a lady, why are you talking like that?" You hear someone say. Quickly you turn around and realize there's no other than the man that has been looking at you persistently.

"Sir… what do you want?" You ask while he walks towards you, and you press your butt against the sink. He puts his disgusting hands around your neck, licking your cheek. Tears stream down your face. You smell his putrid breath so close to you, and even if you try to escape you simply can't. He is way bigger and stronger than you.

"Don't hurt me, please" you beg, moving your head to the side trying to at least put your face far from his. The man laughs, and suddenly you feel something cold against your stomach. Your eyes slowly go down, discovering he is shoving a gun into your belly.

"Did you think that asshole would always be here to save you? Our boss was killed by you, little slut. You have to pay. Who do you think you are, huh? You are nothing but a cum dump. Did you think you were some kinds of princess? Die, bitch!" He screams but doesn't pull the trigger.

You are not shot, but he is bleeding.

And the tip of a katana softly caresses your stomach. There he is, Law, Boss, the mafia boss saving you once again. Crossing your attacker with that katana he always has hanging on his back.

He smiles at you, that sexy smirk that kills you and pulls the edge of the sword out of that now dead man. Once more, your eyes are so widely open, you can't blink.

The man falls into the ground, blood starts to profusely go into the ground, tinting the tiles in pure bright red.

You hyperventilate. "Law…" you whisper, and your legs turn weak. You can't maintain equilibrium and fall into the arms of your saviour.

"It’s ok, (Name)-ya" he says brushing your head. You look up at him, hugging him tight. You barely know this man, but he has already saved your life three times now.

"Please, don't leave me" you beg. "I'll do anything. Take me with you. I could be your maid! Your… whatever". You tell him, aware of the only talents you have are serving people who think are superior to you.

Law rubs your back, up and down with one hand, while the other holds his katana. The sound of the blood on its edge dripping to the floor fills the place and compete with your whining. The closeness with his body both protects you and arouse you. Who could even know you could be horny even after such a situation? But Law has that effect on you, and you can’t deny it… "Shh, don't worry. You will come with me…” he pauses.

“The maid part sounds interesting…"

Part 2

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ggukkiereads · 3 years

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Fic Recs | Themed Series - OT7

These recs are based on an ask about

“OT7 fics that has a story line for each member and they're all connected/in the same universe”

Because there are so many universe/s, I categorized the fics into the ff:

Band/Music/Idol AUs

CEO/Office AUs

College AUs

Mafia/Gang AUs

Science Fiction/Dystopian AUs

Supernatural/Fantasy

Secret Agents/Spy AUs

Slice of Life

Credits go to all the writers who planned these series. Thank you dear writers for sharing these gems with us!

And if you happen to see/read fics listed here and enjoyed them as much as I did, don’t forget to show appreciation through reblogs, comments, or other positive interaction you could think of.

Note: These are NOT polyamory fics but rather, themed series set in one universe and each member gets their own story/ one shot / series

if link to fic doesn’t work, click on author and go to their masterlist

Melodrama Tour @jungkxook - one shot per member | punk band AU, musician AU | angst, fluff, smut

Make it Right | Jungkook - Exes AU

Backseat Serenade | Taehyung - Brother’s Best Friend AU

Other members fics coming soon

beyond the scene is a seven-member pop-punk band known for their most recent breakthrough success, taking the world by storm with their sold out melodrama tour. but, as rumour has it, the newly shining stars each seem to have their own melodramatic secret to go with them

You can also check their vlogger series: Not a Clickbait

The Sunset Series @ilikemesometaetaes - one series per member | Rockstar AU | angst, fluff, smut

Don’t Hold Your Breath | Jungkook - series [6/10] | rockstar AU, Exes AU, CEO!Reader

Other members fics coming soon

Brothers ‘Til Sunset (BTS) is a world renowned rockband consisting of seven members that operate on and off-stage

BTS in 10 Years AU @hayjeon - drabble per member | idol AU

In 10 years, once BTS has amiably broken up and the members have moved on to find their places in their new careers and personal lives, they end up settling right exactly where they needed to be.

CEO Series @hisunshiine - CEO AU, Office AU | smut, fluff, angst

Business Attire | Taehyung - Regional Manager Taehyung x Assistant!Reader

Devious Ethics | Namjoon - CFO!Namjoon x Environmentalist/Activist!Reader

Competitive Advantage | Yoongi - Head Lawyer!Yoongi x best friend of the tree hugging environmentalist

Fiduciary | Seokjin - coming soon

Insider Trading | Jungkook - coming soon

Client Centered | Hoseok - coming soon

Supply and Demand | Jimin - coming soon

seven shot series where each BTS Member has his own story that intertwines with the main plot of Namjoon and Seokjin taking over as CEO and CFO of their families company.

Cardiovascular Palpitations (Jungkook, FWB AU, Surgeon AU) and Cut Me Open (Yoongi, Husband AU, Divorce AU) belong to the same universe - @/hayjeon

Operation: Love Letters @ve1vetyoongi - mystery, college!au, romance | fluff, smut

It’s one series split into six (6) chapters and each member gets highlighted.

It’s a mystery, so you guess who is the endgame for OC

Needless to say, I had fun with this series =)

You’re so Creepy (drabble series) @whatifyoulivelikethat - crack, university au, creepy girl au | fluff

kim namjoon - part i | part ii (fave)

kim seokjin - part i | part ii (fave)

min yoongi - part i | part ii

jung hoseok - part i | part ii (fave)

park jimin - part i | part ii (fave)

kim taehyung - part i | part ii

jeon jungkook - part i | part ii

There’s always at least one campus creepy girl. Or seven. Part 1 (1st kiss) Part 2 (2nd meeting). Also part of this reading list

Worshipers Series @jimlingss - one shot per member, unless indicated as a series | God AU (can be read interdepently but best to go through sequentially

Worshipers of the Stars | Yoongi - Goddess of Light and Life!OC x God of Moon!Yoongi

Between Heaven and Hell | Hoseok - Human!OC x Human!Hoseok, War AU

Worshiper of the Sky | Taehyung - series [3/3] | Goddess of Sky!OC x Sacrifice!Taehyung

Worshiper of the Spring | Jimin - ??!OC x God of Wine!Jimin

Worshiper of the Souls | Namjoon - Ghost!OC x King of the Underworld!Namjoon

Worshipers of the Sea | Jungkook - Pirate!OC x God of Sea!Jungkook

Worshipers of the Sun | Seokjin - Goddess of Love!OC x God of Sun!Seokjin

Long ago, there were gods who resided in Heaven — existing to watch over and protect the universe. Each of them had their own flaws, trials and tribulations; some which were more sparing than others, but these are their stories...

Crescent Bound @parkhabits - BTS | 31.9k | Seven werewolves. A pack bound by the moon. | S, F, A ~ [3/7]

Jungkook - one shot | 12.3k | Werewolf AU, Bestfriend AU

Yoongi - one shot | 8.5k | Transfer Student, Strangers to Lovers 🌷

Jimin - one shot | 11.1k | Werewolf AU, Ex Friends AU

Seokjin - to be posted

Hoseok - to be posted

Taehyung - to be posted

Namjoon - to be posted | Werewolf AU, Arranged Marriage AU

if this is more organized and detailed, it’s because it was part of my reading list and I just copied 😊✌

Werewolf AU @littlemeowmeowschimmy - one shot per member | werewolf AU, Tattoo Artist AU (well some of them)

Mark Me | Jungkook - bestfriend jungkook x human reader

Come Play | Taehyung - classmate taehyung, FWB (sort of)

Vamps and Wolves | Jimin - werewolf!jimin x vampire!reader, Enemies to Lovers (this is actually 🥕my favorite from the series). read Part 2

Librarian | Namjoon - Librarian Namjoon x Hunter Reader

My Moon | Hoseok - Tattoo Artist Staff Hoseok x Bartender Werewolf!Reader

Sexy Drug | Yoongi - Werewolf Yoongi x Witch Reader, Music Prodcuer (my 2nd favorite)

Best Friend | Seokjin - Tattoo Artist! Seokjin x Bestfriend!Reader

Tempting Universe @kinktae - series or one shot per member (maknae line) | demon AU, Angel AU, supernatural AU, Fantasy AU | smut, angst

Tempting | Taehyung - series [13/13] | 67k | Demon Taehyung x Angel Reader, Forbidden Love

Soliloquy | Jimin - Angel Jimin x Reader, Unrequited Love, Fluff, Angst

Too Tempting | Taehyung - a sequel [3/?]

Supernova | Yoongi - coming soon

Valentine | Jungkook - coming soon

A definitive masterlist of all my stories written within the tempting universe, listed out chronologically/in the order that I would have you read it.

Tales of the Purebloods @rosaetae - maknae line (series per member) | Vampire AU, Royalty AU, Soulmate AU | so far, we have Jungkook’s story

Spellbound to Be | Jungkook - series [1/?] | witch reader

Ardently | Taehyung - series [coming soon] | sort of exes (?)

Of Whim And Tonic | Jimin - series [coming soon] | human!reader

In the Upper World, hidden from a mere mortal’s naked eye, holds the naturals of nothing but super. These stories encompass the tales of three brothers who have been born with vampire’s blood in their system, their names bringing goosebumps when mentioned for they have been feared by both the Upper World and the mundane world over many centuries.

sorted: a hogwarts au @gukyi - hogwarts AU, various AU | fluff

white chocolate fudge | seokjin — one shot | 11k | head boy x head girl

interconnection | yoongi — one shot | 8k | pining, letters/poems

tutor | namjoon — one shot | 11k | enemies to lovers, rivals

a series of scenarios featuring each member, set during the same hogwarts universe.

BTS!Supernatural Series @preternatural-fools

Black Magic - Witch!Yoongi - (4.7k words)

Rune Stones - Psychic!Jimin - (5.1k words)

Blood Drive - Vampire!Tae - (8.6k words)

Purple Haze - Fae!Jungkook - (8.6k words)

Macabre - Necromancer!Hoseok - (6.3 words)

Moon Shine - Werewolf!Namjoon - (8.9k words)

(Jin) - coming soon

Mythical BTS @thesammtimes - Supernatural AU

Bloodless - Jimin | Vampire

Epoch - Jungkook | Grimreaper (complete)

Pure - Seokjin | Angel

The Chaser - Yoongi | Hunter

Erratic - Taehyung | Demon

Vile - Namjoon | Vampire (never posted)

Immortal - Hoseok | Fallen Angel

This is the recommended order for reading the AU (use desktop to check the list)

(note: the series is incomplete but it’s a great read because of the intermixing of the stories. you really have to follow the recommended reading order)

Guarded (The Gajog) Universe @xjoonchildx - Mafia AU | fluff, angst, smut

Guarded | Hoseok - series [7/7] | 26k | Enemies to Lovers, Slow Burn, Tsundere, Bodyguard

Guilty | Namjoon - series [4/4] | 17k | Boss AU, Assistant AU, Mutual Pining

Greedy | Yoongi - series [7/7] | 46k | Doctor AU, Pining *also I really find him intriguing since Guarded - Taehyung too (though KTH doesn’t really get a story hahah)

you can read how I raved about Hoseok’s story here if it helps (have yet to post for Namjoon and finish last few chapters of Yoongi’s sorry 😥)

Mafia Series @neonlights92 - series per member | Mafia AU, Gang AU, Arranged Marriage AU | angst, smut (uhm this is the first mafia series I’ve ever read 😁)

Monster | Taehyung - series [6/6]

Enigma | Yoongi - series [6/6]

Burden | Seokjin - series [7/7]

Charred | Hoseok - series [7/7]

Change | Jimin - series [7/7]

Run | Jungkook - ongoing [6/?]

Namjoon - TBA

This is the story of seven men. Seven dangerous men. These are the stories of how they fell in love.

Top Priority Suspects @yminie - one shot per member | Gang AU, Mafia AU | angst, smut, fluff

Kim Seokjin – The Boss | Read Here

Min Yoongi – The Underboss | Read Here

Jung Hoseok – The Caporegime | Read Here

Kim Namjoon – The Consigliere | Read Here

Park Jimin – The Spotter | Read Here

Kim Taehyung – The Supplier | Read Here

Jeon Jungkook – The Carrier | Read Here

Bangtan and Mafia Universe @yoongiandchiminie - one shot/series per member | Mafia AU, Gang AU, Mafia AU (no masterpost for this series)

Addicted | Yoongi - 01 02 03 04

Contrary | Jungkook

Rekindle | Seokjin

Crescendo | Jimin

Vague | Taehyung - 01 02

Kismet | Hoseok - 01 02

Brave | Namjoon - sadly never finished 😥

I’ve read it a long time ago and I just checked now but it hasn’t been updated. It’s also drabble-ish, so even if the parts are unfinished it’s still okay to read

When you’re born, you can’t see a color until you meet the eyes of your Soulmate for the first time. Bangtan is known as one of the most infamous gangs around. This series will focus on the lighter side of things, their soulmates- Well, maybe they’re lighter. Maybe.

Wanted Universe @jincherie - Alien AU, Science Fiction, Soulmate AU, Action | fluff, angst, smut

Wanted | Jungkook - series [6/6] | 55.9k | Selkie King Jungkook x Human Reader who is a wanted “criminal” that crash landed on another planet

Tentacledipity | Jimin - series [6/9] | 50k+ | This tale starts, as any good fiction does, with a girl crash landing on a foreign planet.

Fragmentation (links to general masterlist) or read on AO3 @thebiasrekkers - [10/10] drabbles per character as a prequel to Defragmentation (coming soon) | The Matrix AU

also check the card set [01 02] for this series, this is just so cool!

The Company @btsmakesmehappy - Secret Agent AU | fluff, angst, smut

Broken Vase | Namjoon - series [4/4] | 25k | Agent!Namjoon x Agent!Reader

Palate Cleanser | Taehyung - series [5/5] | 35k [ Agent!Taehyung x Baker!Reader, FWB AU, Strangers to Lovers

Sweet Scent | Jungkook - series [4/4] | 28k | Agent!Jungkook x Forensic Doctor!Reader

MicroWave | Yoongi - series [1/?] | 4.8k+ | Agent!Yoongi x Neighbor!Reader

Jimin - coming soon

Hoseok - coming soon

Seokjin - coming soon

If you click the masterpost, the profiles for each character is omplete with their skill set and level of competency. just amazing =)

Hobiverse Universe @bloomsuga - Slice of Life, Time Traveler, SMAU (but with written parts) | fluff, angst, smut

Forever We Are Young (pianist!yoongi x art student!reader)

BLOOM (idol!jungkook x idol!reader)

COLLIDE (artist!taehyung x waitress!reader)

ROSES (dad!seokjin x photographer!reader) - there are spinoffs for Jungkook and Yoongi stories too

ANONYMOUS (rapper!joon x singer!reader)

KIWI (idol!jimin x coffee shop owner!reader)

WOKE (time traveler!hoseok x writer!reader)

a series of chaotic slice-of-life social media au’s connected by one thing; parallel universe-traveling wannabe cupid, jung hoseok, who’s in charge of making sure you find your soulmate

Map of the Hearts Drabble Collection by hoseoksyn/bluesxde - drabble series per member | Slice of Life AU | fluff, angst, smut

Keeping Things Simple | Namjoon - series [15/15] | 24k | Doctor AU, Fake Marriage AU

An Abundance of Scrunchies | Hoseok - [13/13] | 24.3k | Single Parent AU, billionaire!hoseok x teacher!reader, enemies to lovers

Hesitate | Yoongi - [2/?] | 2k+ | Police Office AU, Friends to Lovers

The Formula for Love | Seokjin - [3/?] | 4k | Single Parent AU, Professor Seokjin

Cat Got Your Tongue | Jimin - [3/?] | 5.8k |Divorced Jimin, Cat Cafe AU, Brother’s Best Friend AU, Secret Relationship

Say Hello to Me | Taehyung - [1/?] | 1.2k+ | Singer Taehyung, Friends to Lovers

Before the Sun Rises | Jungkook - [1/?] | 2k+ | Bar Owner Jungkook, FWB AU

a collection of drabble series set within the An Abundance of Scrunchies (aaos) universe

Amourville @artaefact - one shot per member | slice of life, fluff, angst

Grinchly, Yours | Hoseok - Christmas AU, Florist AU, Bookshop AU

Bakery 1995 | Jimin - Bakery AU, Childhood Friends to Lovers

A Letter in Roses | Taehyung - Valentine’s Day AU, CEO AU, Husband AU, Established Relationship

The Devil in Chanel | Jungkook - Bodyguard AU, Enemies to Lovers, *coming soon

just recently realized that the Jimin and Hoseok in Taehyung’s story are the same ones in fics #1 & 2. This is fluffy goodness 🥰

Snowball Effect Project by various writers @stutterfly @gukslut @fortunexkookie @ddaenggtan - Christmas AU | fluff, smut

Snow Don’t Tell - PJM | 27.2k | Neighbor AU, Friends to Lovers AU

The Holiday Unplugged - JHS | 17.4K | Domestic AU

Tip of the Iceberg - MYG | 20.1 | Strangers to Lovers AU, Single “Dad”

Frost Impressions - JJK | 41.3k | Teachers AU, Enemies to Lovers, Pining, Bestfriend AU, Gamer AU, Idiots to Lovers 🌷

Cheapskate - KTH | 25.2k | Domestic AU

Half-baked Holiday - KSJ | 12.6k | Bakery AU, Friends to Lovers, Idiots to Lovers

Midnight Wishes - KNJ | 10.3k | Roommate AU, Friends to Lovers, FWB AU

part of this reading list; it’s one small town and they’re all friends who found love during the holidays. what a charming series

BTS Dad Series @bts-reveries - SMAU series per member | Single Dad AU, Single Parent AU, Parent AU, Family AU | fluff, angst

Daddy Diaries - Yoongi | single dad AU x baker!reader

One Night Light - Hoseok | choreographer x singlemom!reader

Page Turner - Namjoon | author AU, fangirl!reader, single dad AU

Daddy Duties - Jimin | Parents AU (new dad)

Mini Me - Taehyung | artist!taehyung x singlemom!reader

Young One - Jungkook | parent AU, photographer AU,

Expect the Unexpected - Seokjin | parent AU, CEO AU, designer!mom

read in order to make sense since characters will appear in other SMAUs

Halloween Hookups by Krisaissosmart [ao3] - one shot per member | 17k | Romance (or hookups) one Halloween Night | F, S

Mario Edition - KSJ | "I can't believe I had sex with a guy dressed as Mario."

Haunted Tour - MYG | that time you met a hot guy during a haunted tour and took him home to have loud sex and piss off your roommate

Emergency Edition - JHS | Halloween is a rough day for EMT's. You and your partner, Hoseok, need to find a quick way to release stress in between calls

Scary Move Edition - KNJ | “We’ll get kicked out if we get caught.”

Mortal Kombat Edition - PJM | When Sub-Zero met Scorpion

Car Burglar Edition - KTH | Exes AU, "So…Tell me. Do you still masturbate to the thought of me?” 🥕my favorite!

House of Horrors Edition - JJK | no summary

so I rarely recommend AO3 fics since the platform has a more organized way to read fics and I want to highlight tumblr works instead. But I don’t think this has been recommended yet and I just love that Halloween becomes cute instead of spooky.

Read in order, the characters will make appearances which will make sense when you read the other one shots

Activate Your SIM Card Series @stutterfly - IT/Nerd Reader x OT7 | one universe (so same character makeup per series) but for each series IT!Reader ends up with that highlighted member instead

Love Bytes - KNJ | [9/9] | Bestfriend AU *completed

Swipe Right - JJK [4/?] | Personal Trainer!Jungkook, Enemies to Lovers *ongoing

Love Virus - KSJ | Chef!Seokjin, Friends to Lovers | *TBA

Overloaded - MYG | Bartender!Yoongi, Friends to Lovers, Heavy Angst | *TBA

Cable Switch Tango - JHS | Dance Instructor!Hoseok, FWB AU *TBA

Pixel Perfect - PJM | Model!Jimin, Friends to Lovers | *TBA

Cache Only - KTH | Artist!Taehyung, Friends to Lovers | *TBA

IT/TechSupport/NerdReader gets dating help/advice and ends up falling in love with them instead

so I debated if I should include this or not but it kind of fits the bill! It’s also interesting to see alternate scenarios like what if OC ends up with Jungkook instead (read Swipe Right) or maybe with Model Jimin (go to Pixel Perfect). Haven’t seen anything like this so give it a read!

🌷 posted: 2021 Mar 20 | updated: 2021 May 02 🌷 other lists 🌷 I love to read so feel free to recommend a fic =)

#bts themed series #bts fanfic #bts x reader #bts angst #bts smut #bts fluff #bts fic recs #ggukkiereadingcollection #namjoon fic recs #seokjin fic recs #yoongi fic recs #jungkook fic recs #taehyung fic recs #jimin fic recs

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barry-j-blupjeans · 2 years

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monster mafia!!! monster mafia!!! w taakitz? :0

29. Monster / mafia

((weird AU combos here!))

tw for panic attacks !!

They had been driving for nearly an hour when Taako finally pulled into a secluded gas station and jerked the car to a stop. He unlocked his door and Kravitz was very afraid for half a second that Taako was just going to start walking away and leave him here, a few miles outside of city limits with a nearly dead phone and one bottle of light blue Gatorade (he never knew the names of their flavors). But he didn't. Instead, he poked his head out and scanned the horizon before ducking back inside and locking the door again. He didn't turn the car off.

"Three questions," Taako said in a shaky exhale. He held up three fingers. "That's all you get."

"You're a werewolf," Kravitz blurted out. The panic of the whole situation hadn't really left him yet. One moment he was kissing Taako, the next moment he was getting ushered out the backdoor as a few very large and angry people burst through the front. He hadn't caught a lot, but the words "monster" and "escaped for the last time!" stuck out very well in his mind.

"That's not a question," Taako said tensely, not looking at him.

"Are we playing Jeopardy??" Kravitz said, half-joking just to try to keep the panic from showing. "Are you a werewolf?"

"Yes," Taako said.

"When-"

"Two more questions," Taako interrupted, hands tight on the steering wheel now. "Please don't make me regret letting you ask them."

"Right," Kravitz said. "Right, right, uhm- uh, okay, who were the guys that broke in?"

"Mafia," Taako said.

"Mafia," Kravitz whispered, feeling like he was going to faint.

"They "collect and dispose dark creatures"," Taako said, the disgust evident in his voice. His knuckles were turning white with how tight his grip was. Very, very gently, Kravitz reached out a hand and put it on his arm. When Taako finally looked over, his eyes were teary.

"Third question," Taako said, sounding sort of choked. He looked away quickly once again. There were a million things Kravitz wanted to ask, but he really didn't want to upset Taako more than he already was.

"Were you going to tell me?"

"No," Taako said immediately. "Not if I could help it."

Kravitz exhaled, swallowing back some of the more outrageous cries he wanted to make. Instead, he carefully moved his hand up to reach Taako's. Taako was staring at the gas station in front of them, almost unresponsive, but loosened his hand on the steering wheel. Kravitz held it in his own.

"One more, I'm sorry," Kravitz said. Taako shook his head slightly, but Kravitz pressed on. "Where do we go from here?"

"I don't know," Taako said, his voice cracking. Suddenly, it was all pouring out. He smushed his face into his other hand, leaning against the steering wheel and refusing to look towards Kravitz. "I don't know, I thought they stopped looking for me. I- I thought I could just uproot my fucking life and start over and I don't even have Lup, oh god-"

Kravitz didn't know who Lup was but he did know what a panic attack looked like, so he unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned over towards Taako more. He was sobbing now, face flushed and red and miserable. Kravitz's heart ached.

"Babe," he said quietly. Taako shook his head again, covering his mouth with one hand to muffle himself. "Babe, please- Can you breathe with me? Deep breath in... deep breath out, c'mon-"

"I can't-"

"Just breathe, Taako, I got you," Kravitz said. "I'm here. I'm not gonna let anything happen to you."

"You can't promise that-" Taako said, banging a fist against the steering wheel. "You can't promise-"

"I can try," Kravitz said. "I will keep you safe to the best of my abilities Taako, I just need you to breathe. Please." Kravitz's voice cracked on the please, but he tried to ignore that. Taako's eyes were squeezed shut. His hands were shaking. After a few moments, he took a deep shuddering breath.

"Good," Kravitz said. "You're doing so good, babe, let's take another."

And that's what they did for the next five minutes. Slowly calming down and repeating the process when Taako seemed to think of something that made him panic again. When they finally got to a more stable place, Taako let go of his hand and ran a hand through his hair.

"I need to call Lup," he said, sounding wrecked, but more collected than Kravitz would have if he had just had a panic attack in his car in front of a gas station.

"Do you want me to do it for you?" Kravitz asked.

"You hate phone calls," Taako said. He wiped his nose and pulled out his phone. His hands were still shaking. Kravitz took a deep breath and Taako followed. He unsteadily unlocked his phone and started to dial a number in. Whoever Lup was, Taako clearly hadn't spoken to them in so long, he had deleted their number.

But he knew it by heart, which had to mean something.

"I have to do this now," Taako said as it rang. "Before I panic and- and hang up and-"

"Deep breath," Kravitz instructed again. Taako took another one. But it halted in his throat when the phone clicked and a voice answered,

"Hello?"

Taako shot a panicked look at Kravitz. His eyes were swollen from the cry. He looked so fucking beautiful. Now was not the time to think about that.

"Hello?" the voice said again.

"Lup," Taako croaked into the phone, tearing his gaze away from Kravitz. "I, uhm. I think I fucked up."

#taako #kravitz #taakitz #mine #asks #terezis #ise cube writing #i've had this au for 30 minutes but if anything happened to them i'd-#posting now bc i LOVE IT #thank u for the ask!#none of the others will be this good! /j (hopefully)#tw panic attack #ask to tag #werewolf mafia au

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dairyminki · 2 years

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hii! can i request 53 + 59 mafia/gang au with Yunhov thank you!!!!

prompt:

53. “It’s not a big deal, don’t worry about it.” “You’re literally bleeding out!” “It’s fine-” “nO it’S NOT!!”

59. “I love you.” “You shouldn’t.” “I know/I don’t care”

Fatality

↬ pairing: jeong yunho x gn!reader

↬ genre: mafia au, angst

↬ warning: blood, guns, possible character death (since it's open ending)

↬ wc: 666 (uhm wow)

↬ a/n: atp i'm convinced that I love writing angst for yunho </3 anyway, i hope you like this anon!

》

The sound of a gunshot rang through the air. It takes a few moments before it finally registered into your mind that the bullet came from your own gun.

You were the one who fired that shot.

With your heart beating as fast as if you ran a thousand miles, as you pant, your eyes slowly went to your hand, where you saw smoke coming out of the very gun you were holding right now.

It made your knees weak. The moment you dropped to the floor, you also dropped the gun, your hands now shaking.

However, in the far distance, you see, a bloodied figure lying on the ground. Time momentarily froze for you as you realized it wasn't the supposed to be target who had caught your shot.

Rather, it was him.

"Y-Yunho!" You screamed, gathering all the strength you could muster to go to him, and when you did, you kneeled beside the small pool of blood that leaked and wet the fabric of his shirt near his abdomen.

Tears blurred your vision as you lay your hands on him. "W-Why...you.." You choked on a sob as your hands moved frantically, soon enough, it stays on the area he was shot as you tried your best to make it stop from bleeding.

"It’s not a big deal, don’t worry about it." Yunho says, literally coughing out blood. His attempt at consoling you only made breathing harder for you as your sobs turn into cries.

"You’re literally bleeding out!"

"It's fine-"

"No, it's not!!" You shout, slapping his legs hard, finding it hard that one second, you were a nervous wreck as you awaited their command from your earpiece to fire that gun, and then the next, Yunho's already lying on the ground in his own pool of blood.

This wasn't supposed to happen.

"And you!" You turned your head to the man who you were supposed to kill, and whom Yunho just sacrificed his life for. Kim Hongjoong.

You wanted to scream so badly, accuse him of running away from his own fate, of dodging a bullet that was meant for him - but you knew better than talking back to the notorious Mafia King, or so they call him.

"Please, save him." You begged. Yunho needs to be alive.

Contrary to how Hongjoong usually acts and looks like; ruthless, fear-some, a taunting smirk always present on his face and whose bloodied-hands always haunts those who chose to rival against him - right now, all you see is fear and worry written all over his face as he scrambles up to his feet, calling for immediate back-up.

As soon as he was gone, you looked back and faced Yunho, "Why did you do that?" Your voice turned out small and calm, yet deep inside, you were still panicking and too much anger, regret and guilt was filling you up.

The regret and guilt, you reckon, would continuously and endlessly eat you alive if Yunho happens to be dead cold before he can even leave this abandoned warehouse.

"The moment I sealed my fate with him and the group, I swore to protect him with all my life." Yunho said this as blood trickled down the side of his mouth.

With your other hand still pressing on his wound, the other reached to gently wipe the blood that messed his face. "What about me? W-What would become of me?"

Yunho sheds a tear, and as more threatens to fall, he blinks excessively. Then his misty eyes settled on you.

"I love you." He says.

You shook your head, "You shouldn't." Shouldn't say it a time like this, because it sounds like goodbye. And you were sick of goodbyes.

"I know." One of his blood-covered hands rest atop yours in a reassuring manner. However, you don't know if it's to reassure you that he'll hold on for you, or that he'll be okay and that you'll be fine without him.

You wished it wasn't the latter.

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creativepromptsforwriting · 3 years

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Hi 💚 First of all, I would like to point out that i love your blog so so much ❤️😭 Thank you for everything! Uhm actually I don't even know how to explain but i want to write a mafia au. Someone is kidnapped and then falls in love with the kidnapper, also the kidnapper loves her. How could the kidnapping happen? What could be the reason for the abduction? Can you help me about this? I need a topic 😣 Good evening!

Hi, so happy you like my blog!

Have you already checked out my Mafia tag? Probably the most important prompts for you are how to write the mafia and the Mafia Prompts.

The reason for the abduction needs to be something that the kidnapped person can live with, if they actually want to be with the kidnapper. Otherwise it can also be easily go into toxic territory.

Maybe the kidnapped person is from a different crime family/syndicate, maybe it's about blackmailing, maybe she was a witness to a different crime.

And how the kidnapping happens somewhat depends on the reason and who is involved. How many kidnappers are there? If she is a normal person, one or two guys could just grab her off the street and put her into a van. If she is in the mafia herself it could be more dangerous and they would have to choose a very good moment to catch her alone and off-guard or they would have to bring a lot of manpower.

Take a look at the posts I told you about and especially the prompts and maybe that inspires you some more. And keep in mind that if you want them to later have a somewhat healthy relationship, the beginning can't be too bad or the reader will probably think of the relationship as toxic or unrealistic.

I hope I was able to help you and good luck with your story!

- Jana

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harryspet · 4 years

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wrapped in red | p.parker & b.barnes

[Warnings] dark? peter parker x reader, dark bucky barnes x reader, peter is still pretty sweet and bucky is evil, aged up peter, mafia/gang au, gang boss!bucky, waitress!reader, noncon/dubcon sex, light bondage, kidnapping, bucky likes to watch

A/N: idk its 7 am and I still haven’t slept and now I’m posting this. THIS IS ADULT & TRIGGERING CONTENT READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

In which Peter likes you and Bucky makes you both regret that.

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“Can I get you anything else, sir?” You asked the blue-eyed man sitting at table eighteen. Your coworker had an emergency call so you found yourself tasked with tending to the table of two men. You didn’t recognize the man at first but as your eyes connected with his left arm … your breathing hitched in your throat. You smiled through your worry though, trying not to be too obvious about the fact that you knew exactly who he was.

Bucky Barnes ran this neighborhood, but since you had never run into him, it was easy to believe he was just a myth.

“No, doll. Just the check please,” He spoke simply and you might not have been intimidated if you hadn’t noted the many expensive rings on his right hand. The man sitting across from him was younger, his eyes were nervous too as he looked you over. His face was familiar and you thought you might have seen him in one of your classes.

There were several empty beers on the table as well

You nodded your head before turning away, “I’ll be right back.”

Peter’s eyes lingered on you as you walked away from the table. For a moment, he forgot that he was supposed to be counting. His pen roamed over the sheet and over all the numbers.

“See, you’re only making a hundred grand from this guy's shipments. He’s using all your resources to make sure the product is clean but you could easily just do that for yourself. You cut out in the middle man and I think you could triple your profit,” Peter turned the paper so Bucky could look over all the numbers he was running. Peter folded his hands, trying to read the man’s expressions.

As you returned to the table with the check, Peter was once again caught in the trance you put in. He recognized you from his anatomy class. He arrived at class five minutes early every day just to make sure that he could watch you come in. Part of him was unsure of what you’d think of him now, knowing who he was sitting with.

Money didn’t grow on trees and Peter was the man of the house. College was expensive and the rent was even more expensive so he had to do what he could to get by. You were working minimum wage at a rundown restaurant, Peter didn’t doubt that you could understand that. Still, what you did was honest work and Peter couldn’t say the same for himself.

“Thank you, doll,” Bucky thanked you, resting his arms against the table as he smirked up at you, “You doing something tonight? What time do you get off?”

Your lips parted as you stared in shock. Could you just answer a simple no? “I actually have to close up today … so I … uhm-”

“I-It’s okay,” Peter rushed out nervously, seeing the way that Bucky was eyeing you, “That’s it, thank you.”

Your smile was thin and awkward before you walked away.

Peter’s eyes widened with frustration as he stared across the table at the older man, “What are you doing?” Bucky chuckled as he grabbed the check, clicking his pin in order to sign it. Peter didn’t know it but the man was leaving you a hefty tip, “Were you trying to scare her?”

“I was trying to get you a date!” Bucky retorted, “Your good with numbers, kid, and I appreciate you helping me out. I really do but your game with women is a little laughable.”

Peter shook his head in disbelief, “Why does it matter?” Peter lowered his voice as the realization set in that Bucky was right, “Why does it matter what kind of game I have? I’m just here to count your money, right?”

The look in Bucky’s eyes was almost sympathetic, “You count money for now but you’re strong, I can tell. You could become a very valuable person to me if you work at it. And part of being in my little family is having some fucking confidence. You were drooling over that girl instead of manning up and asking her out.”

Peter crossed his arms, “What if she said no?”

Bucky smirked at the younger boy, “She wouldn’t if you had some fucking balls,” Peter rolled his eyes, “But if she did said no … then you chase her. That’s the best part.”

There was something evil in the man's glare but Peter brushed it out. The man was a professional, drug dealing murderer. “You want to ask her to prom or something?”

Peter shook his head, annoyed, “I’m not in high school, Mr. Barnes. I just like her, okay? And it doesn’t matter that I like her because it’s not like we can date. I’m sure we both have bigger things to focus on. Now ... can we go back to talking about the deal that’s going on tomorrow?”

Bucky seemed amused by the kid’s awkwardness, “I like your idea. I hate that Brock guy anyways. He’s overcharging me because I used to mess with his sister. You know … maybe if he’s out of the picture then his sister is free territory.”

“Out of the picture how?” Bucky sensed Peter’s worry and grinned.

“That’s right, you’ve never been on one of my infamous boat rides. You should come,” Peter knew exactly what he meant. If Bucky didn’t like you, you did not want to go on a “boat ride” with him. That was a quick and easy way for your body to end up chained to a brick at the bottom of the Hudson.

“I have a biology project to work on,” Peter said.

“It wasn’t a question, Queens.”

Your heart skipped a beat as a black Escalade pulled up beside you while you were walking home. You didn’t look over as you heard the window roll down. You winced as you continued to walk. You only turned to look as you heard a whistle.

You thought he’d give up after the weird encounter at the restaurant but here he was in all his handsome and dangerous glory, “You need a ride, doll?”

“Uhm, no. But thank you!”

What was it with kids your age? Perhaps Bucky was losing some of his edginess with the younger crowd, “Get in,” Bucky said, much more forward this time, “I just want to talk.”

You took a deep breath as you clutched your purse tightly. You found your feet moving before your mind could catch up. Your body thought you’d be safer going with him rather than arguing with the famous criminal. You heard the rumors about people that went missing because they pissed him off. Every time they seemed to arrest him, he was back on the streets weeks later. The cops, ones who he didn’t pay off, could never pin him to any of the murders.

If you went missing because of Bucky Barnes, you and your legacy were effectively wiped away.

He opened the back door for you and you climbed into the leather seat as he slid over. Shaking, you grabbed your seat belt and buckled yourself in. Bucky was used to the lack of eye contact and shaky fingers. It usually annoyed him but, for you, he found it endearing.

As the door closed, the man in the front seat drove off, “What exactly do you want to talk to me about?” You asked, still confused about the entire situation.

“My friend that sat at the table with me. Peter Parker,” Bucky spoke vaguely.

“We don’t really know each other,” You explained, hoping that guy wasn’t somehow in trouble with Bucky, “We just go to the same college.”

“No, I know,” Bucky continued, “I just know that he’s interested in getting to know you better. And Peter’s a good friend of mine, you know?”

You nodded slowly. That meant Peter was dangerous, “Right. He’s … he’s never talked to me.”

Bucky chuckled, “He’s the shy type. You’re a pretty girl, he probably doesn’t think he’s good enough. That’s why I’m here talking to you.”

“What do you want me to do?” You asked hesitantly.

“That’s a good response,” Bucky gave you a smug look, “You’ll find out soon, doll. Sit tight.”

Your eyes widened as you looked out the tinted window, watching your apartment building pass by. Bucky’s driver gazed at you through the rearview mirror before focusing back on the road.

Peter thought he wouldn’t be able to stomach. Watching a grown man cry and beg for his life before being tossed over the edge. You watched him sink and the bubbles slowly start to disappear as he went deeper, “That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Bucky had said to him.

Peter hated to say that it wasn’t as bad as he believed it would be. Perhaps the years of struggling had blackened his heart. After the murder, Bucky proceeded to drag you back to his million-dollar apartment, wanting to share a drink or to.

Peter almost opened his mouth to say that he wasn’t twenty-one yet but knew the exact reaction he would get from Bucky. Bucky had his arm wrapped around Peter’s shoulder as he showed him to the kitchen, “One day, you’re going to have a place just like this,” He said, hinting at your luxurious surroundings, “You stick with me and you won’t need that piece of shit degree.”

Peter only nodded, accepting a beer from the man. Bucky watched as the boy chugged the content of his glass. Peter hoped it would get him through the rest of the night and help give him some liquid courage, “You’re a weird kid, Queens,” Bucky laughed, “I like it. C’mere, I want to show you something.”

You followed Bucky down the hallway, hoping it wasn’t another disturbing thing that the man found amusing, “What is it?”

“A present,” Bucky grinned, guiding Peter to the door at the end of the hallway. Peter would’ve preferred to be wowed by a million other things. Instead, his mouth was agape because he saw you.

Whatever drugs he had given you to keep you relaxed had completely worn off. It kept you from fighting them when your clothes were cut off from your body. Your vision was blurry and your muscles were weak as they restrained your body. Now, clear as day you could see your captor … and his friend Peter.

You were laid out on the bed, your hands handcuffed behind your back and your ankles tied together by a red ribbon. A red thong barely covered your lower region and a red ribbon wrapped around your front barely covered your nipples. Right in the middle of your chest was a red bow to compliment the red ball gag in your mouth.

Peter flashed Bucky a mortified look. Bucky only sipped at his glass of beer, “Happy fucking birthday, kid,” Bucky beamed, “Aren’t you going to say thank you?”

It wasn’t Peter’s birthday and he was definitely not feeling thankful. Peter watched as you struggled in your bondage, frightened tears staining your cheeks. “What the hell are you doing?” Peter asked, his teeth gritted in anger, “I-I didn’t ask you to do this.”

“What?” Bucky sounded offended, “It’s creative! Think of it as a welcoming gift. I know you want to fuck her so here’s your chance. Fuck her and get rid of her-”

Get rid of you?

Bucky was interrupted by a muffled scream which only caused him to roll his eyes, “Or fuck her and keep her, I don’t care.”

“No, no, I’m letting her go-” Before Peter could take a step forward, Bucky’s metal arm gripped his shoulder.

You felt relieved only for a moment. Bucky stepped in front of him, “I’ll fuck her then, no point in letting the opportunity go to waste.”

Peter’s heart stopped, “Mr. Barnes, please.”

“You do it or I will,” Bucky said firmly, “You’re smart and I want to keep you around but if you can’t … take a few fun risks then maybe you’re not the type of person that should work for me.” Bucky’s words settled over him. Peter thought about losing this opportunity and all the money that would come along with it. Looking into your teary eyes, Peter thought about how rough Bucky would be with you. Maybe he could explain that … Peter mentally cursed.

Peter didn’t answer verbally, only pushed past Bucky, walking towards the bed. Peter felt a sudden rush of adrenaline as he stalked towards the bed, “That’s my boy,” Bucky spoke excitedly. He moved towards a lounge chair in the corner of the room, still taking swigs of his drink, “There’s no point in asking. If you want it, take it. Now put on a good show for your dear boss.”

Peter knew there was no going back now. He reached out to touch your arm, only to have you flinch away from his touch. Peter had imagined touching you for the first time and it was nothing like this. Peter turned that sadness to anger in order to fuel his adrenaline.

Peter undid the ribbon around your ankles first. As soon as they were free, you were struggling against him. Peter was much stronger than you assumed and held you in place easily. Next, he moved to your gag, “Pl-Please don’t hurt me,” You begged, your voice hoarse.

You saw something in his eyes similar to regret. Regret for the inevitable. As you shook your head, he said, “I won’t. Just … just don’t struggle,” He tried to assure you but as he moved your body over the edge of the bed, parting your legs and settling between them, you panicked again.

“Peter, please don’t.” He perked up at the sound of his name on your lips and you thought for a moment that you had gotten to him. He paused for a moment, only for a moment, before lifting his shirt above his head. He leaned his body over yours, his mouth brushing over your ear.

“Trust me, you don’t want him touching you. Just relax,” A shiver ran down your spine and you turned your head. Your scared eyes connected with Bucky’s and he smirked. It seemed the two of you were his sick entertainment for tonight. Your breathing was heavy but you tried to keep your muscles calm.

You tried to convince yourself that Peter was the better option. He was your age and he didn’t have that evil look in his eyes. You hated that you preferred him. You hated that you were preferring this.

Peter placed soft kisses along your collarbone and up the side of your neck. It baffled you that you got the feeling that he wanted to be gentle with you. You were ready to jump out of your skin when you felt your panties being moved to the side but you were interrupted by Peter’s lips crashing onto yours.

Soon, you felt him at your entrance, teasing your opening. You gasped against his lips as he slowly sheathed himself inside of you. You wanted him away but you still found that your legs wrapped around him for support.

Peter moved his lips against yours and you felt his own body shudder as your warmness wrapped around his length. He started to move in and out of you and it took you time to get used to the invading feeling. As Peter kissed your tear-stained cheeks, you bit down on your bottom lip. His pace quickened and wished desperately that your hands weren’t handcuffed behind you.

“Y/N,” He grunted into your ear as he made long, deep strokes inside of you, “Fuck, I’m sorry… y-you feel so good.”

As he pushed deep inside of you, your head tilted back and a frustrated moan escaped from your throat. You hated that he was making you feel good too. You felt his hand running up your thigh and then it was between your leg, slowly rubbing that sensitive bulb between your legs. That was enough to have you moving your hips against him.

Bucky watched intently, the blood rushing to that area between his legs. He’d keep you in mind when he was deep inside Brock’s sister.

“Ah, ah,” Peter kissed you, swallowing your moans as you both climaxed together.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen. Peter was supposed to finally gather the courage to ask for your number towards the end of the semester. You were supposed to text back and forth for a few weeks and then go on a few dates. You were supposed to fall for each other the natural way.

Bucky had stolen all that.

As Peter pulled up his pants, zipping them up, Bucky stood from his chair, “That was moving. Very romantic,” By his tone, Peter could tell the man was hoping for something for brutal. Peter scowled at his boss, “I knew deep down you were a ladies man-”

Peter interrupted, venom in his tone, “What do you want me to do now?”

Bucky only chuckled, “Nothing like some emotional trauma to toughen someone up,” He patted Peter’s shoulder as he made his way to the door, “Why don’t you buy her dinner and then take her home? You can take my car.”

“That’s fucking it? After all that?”

Bucky turned his head as his hand grabbed a hold of the doorknob, “She knows what’ll happen if she runs to the cops. Welcome to the team, Parker.”

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alreadyblondenow · 3 years

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Angeled | Lee Taeyong (TEASER)

Mafia!Taeyong x Nurse!Reader

▸ TOO MUCH FLUFF, TOO MUCH SMUT, TOO MUCH ANGST ▸ Strangers to lovers, Mafia au ▸ A fic out of nowhere by B

Summary: A young mafia boss turned his back to his old life when he experienced the calmness that peace brings when you came and saved his life on that stormy night. You and Lee Taeyong fell in love deeply without you knowing that you're sharing a bed with a dangerous man who is hated by many people. Little did he know, you are hiding a secret from him too. One that will break his heart in the future.

Warnings: Smut on smut on smut. The reader has heart disease so if you are uncomfortable with it, please click away. Mentions of: bruises, wounds, blood, guns, hospitals, drugs, alcohol, blood money, murders, and medications. Unprotected sex, nipple play, handjob, rough sex and intimate sex, oral sex female and male receiving, Somnophilia (with consent of course), heavy and mature themes. serious character death. SMUT UNDER THE CUT!!!!! A/N: Pure fiction. Now that I already finished my back to back smut fic for Jaehyun, it’s time for me to write a back to back smut fic for my number one man. So if you loved Sweet, you’ll love this too. Read Sweet here! Also idk if ‘Angeled’ is a word HAHAHA

“Tae, are you okay?” You heard loud thumps from the bathroom while Taeyong is having a shower.

“I am, but can you help me? I slipped” he groaned loudly. He doesn’t sound fine so you made your way towards the bathroom and slightly opened the door.

“Are you hurt?” you asked.

“A bit and, I’m naked too. But I badly need help if that's fine” you entered your bathroom and saw him in the tub with the shower on.

“Of course it's fine” you said as you enter and turned the shower off, making your clothes wet and your nipples visible through the fabric. He hurt his back but nothing seems to be serious, you checked his forehead and the cut on the side of his eyebrow is kind of deep, and it's bleeding badly so you cleaned it immediately.

“I’m sorry, I’m not usually this weak” he admitted and let out a frustrated sigh.

“You got shot and stabbed two times, of course, you’re weak. And don’t worry, the cut on your eyebrow won't ruin your handsome face” you tried to cheer him up which is successful.

“You think I’m handsome?” he was teasing you but he’s blushing so much. You nod and helped him get up, trying not to look at his big cock, but too late. You already had a peek. “It’s alright to look, your nipples are exposed too and I’m sorry- I can’t stop myself from looking” You let out a nervous laugh before you leave him and let him finish his shower, you told him to be extra careful and you will wait for him outside the bathroom.

And while you’re preparing the stuff you need for Taeyong’s wounds, his warm hands startled you when you felt him touch you by the waist. You turned around and saw Taeyong with only a shower towel wrapped around his waist, looking so handsome and hot with his wet hair and great body. “Sit here,” you said and pat the edge of your bed.

First, you tended to his fresh bruise by his eyebrows, and you didn’t miss the way he looks at you. You pretend that you see nothing and continue doing your job but deep inside your heart is beating so fast that your hands are starting to shake. He let out a soft giggle when he saw your hand and caught your wrist, making you let go of the used cotton.

By this time, your heart is beating faster than earlier. But when he kissed your cold palm, in a matter of seconds a warm feeling scattered around your body and it brought you great calm. “Don’t be nervous. It’s just me” he says and made your hand rest on his shoulder while he boldly proceeds to unbutton your soaked dress shirt. He was quiet for a few seconds and reached for your hand again only to kiss it and ask for your permission.

“Can I?” he was talking about removing your shorts and exposing more of yourself to him. You’re not stupid, you know exactly what will happen if you say yes. And quite frankly, you wanted it to happen as much as he does. So you nod calmly and watch him remove your thin shorts.

His hand moved immediately from below your knee, all the way to your waist, and give your ass a gentle squeeze. It was not too long before he finally continued and remove your panties, letting it fall on your ankles. And lastly, your dress shirt, which swiftly falls down from your arms and made you fully exposed to him.

“Tell me if you want me to stop and I’ll stop” he says when he pulls you closer to him without any warning and made you sit on his lap. His kisses on your body were tickling you, but there is a slight hint of roughness already because you feel his teeth brushing on your skin and his grip on your body becomes tighter. He pushed you on the mattress and grab hold of both of your legs, spreading them to his likeness and massaging your wet slit with his right hand. Lips locking finally, bodies to bodies, and slowly with all his strength he’s finally on top of you, comfortable in between your legs. Grinding his semi-hard cock on your wet slit while his hands roam freely around your body.

You exchange moans and catch each other’s breath with every kiss, stopping both of your worlds when he finally lined his cock on your hole and push in slowly, only to pull out and thrust a little bit harder this time. Taeyong did not hesitate to be rough and showed you how he usually fuck. "Tell me how it feels, hmm? Tell me” he commands with a hoarse voice as he rolls his hips deliciously, sharp, and deep, making you both moan so good.

“Good- ah!” He went a little bit faster while he pins both of your legs on the mattress and kisses your neck. “Fuck Taeyong what do you want me to say” you moan out, clawing his back but careful enough not to touch his bruises because you know his whole body still hurts right now. But he doesn’t care because this has been the best sex he had in a long time.

“Does this hurt?” He gave you a sharp piercing thrust that dragged your body near your headboard, his thrust was so rough that you needed to grab hold of your board instead of his body. It’s like he hasn’t had sex for years and now he’s pouring everything to you, and it hurts so good.

In no time, you started to clench and unclench around his cock. He was busy sucking your boobs and kneading them when he felt it and it made him crazy. “Pill?” he asked quickly, you can only nod and let go of your headboard and hug him again. You wanted to feel his body shiver and hear him moan closely while he cums, little did you know he wanted the same thing too. So he tightens his embrace and kissed you while he holds you by the waist tightly for he’s about to shoot his cum.

He groaned near your ear while giving you sharp thrusts and fucking you through your orgasm. Sucking and biting your right nipple as he shivers on top of you and continues to shoot his cum inside you while moaning, “Oh- ohhh” over and over again.

“Tae. I need uhm- I need you to get off, uhhh. I need water. I’ll be quick-“ you croak. Completely out of breath but you have to keep breathing.

“Y-yeah sure,” you pushed him to the mattress and off of you, quickly you made your way to the kitchen with heavy breaths. Reaching for your medication and drinking it in secret while waiting for its effect before you go back. That was close, you thought. He can’t know that you have heart disease.

With weak legs and a pale face, you went back to your bedroom, but Taeyong came out of nowhere and scoop you off the ground, and carried you bridal style back to your room. Which reminds you... he’s married.

He was all smiles and giggles with a soft cock as he puts you down the mattress and started kissing your body again. “I’m a terrible person” you said and turned your back from him, covering your face with your arm and trying your breathing exercises without him knowing.

“What? No- you’re literally an angel. Because of you, I’m still alive” he protests, making you face him and intertwine his fingers with yours. “What’s wrong?” he kisses your hands. Again. Something that makes your heart soft in an instant.

“You’re married. I found this in your pocket the night you... well, you literally fell into my arms” you reached for your drawer and showed him the thick and gold ring. Both of you stared at its beauty before you hand it to him.

“Well, I hate to break it to you but it’s not a wedding ring” he snorted and kissed your chest, trying to put you in the mood again. “Keep that ring, that’s important” he added and helped you put the ring back to the drawer.

Now that you're that he's not married and you're not fucking someone else's husband, you showered him with deep and lustful kisses. Tongue sucking and lip biting lustful kisses that made you both horny. “Okay, okay. I believe you, but I can’t go again” you said, slightly pushing him away with your hand on his chest. Thankfully he respects what you want and covers your body with your thick duvet.

“Can I at least keep you close?” He asks with a hopeful tone.

“You can,” you said with a smile that changed the mood and you invited him under the covers. His skin is cold, rough in some parts because of all the scars and bruises, but his whole being is beautiful. Oh you wanted to ask him why does he have a lot of scars, but you would rather not.

“By the way, are you okay? Was I too rough and that’s the reason why you can’t go again?” He asks with a soft tone while his fingers dance around your skin and go wherever it pleases.

The thing is, you’re not a liar but you can’t tell him about your condition. Maybe someday, but for now, you believe that he will see you as a weak person if he knew the truth. And you don’t want that to happen. So you don’t have a choice but to lie. “Yes, you roughed me up. Why though? Were you stressed?”

“I’m sorry, it won't happen again- I got carried away,” he said sincerely.

“No, it's fine. I needed it too, and it felt good” you pulled him closer and cup his cheek, “you were great” you said shyly, avoiding his eyes because you just said he fucked you good. He let out a laugh and wrapped both of his arms around you, trying to hide his blush and his big smile.

What happened between you and Taeyong on this beautiful afternoon is a clear explanation that you like each other. And if love grows between you two, Taeyong will not hesitate to embrace this second life. Although he is not worthy of a peaceful and quiet life, he knew that well, but when it comes to you he can’t help but be selfish.

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yandere-sins · 3 years

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Yandere Kageyama please! Maybe he is the leader of the Mafia or a Gang leader?

Now this is very farfetched, but yandere!yakuza!Kageyama? Hot. Didn’t make him the leader in case I want to write more for that AU. It wouldn’t make sense if he was a leader yet in the long run.

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Dealing with other people had never been your strong point.

It wasn’t like you lacked social skills, and you had a few friends to prove that. However, you just weren’t good at negotiations or lying. Being in a tense conversation always made you nervous, as did having to stand your ground and not be a push-over. Then again, you probably would have made it through your life just fine if not for that one mistake.

You cursed your ‘best friend’ quietly under your breath as you walked the long hallways. Feet on wood made those full, echoing sound of steps, letting you know that this was real wooden flooring, only the best of the best and expensive as hell. Things that could be bought when one lends out money and then asked for more and more back.

At the same time, you had to curse yourself too. How stupid had you been to co-sign a contract you hadn’t even read?! Who did this in this day and age, just blindly believing that you weren’t just selling off your soul to someone else’s cause? Of course, no one expected your friend to bail the moment his brilliant idea of a business got ruined, leaving him deep in debt. Still, now it was your responsibility to pay back the money you never even possessed in your whole life.

Anyone would have been nervous, wringing their hands as they got escorted through the traditional mansion. From afar, you heard calm, serene deer scares clicking and water flowing into a pond. Everything seemed so perfect.

Perfect enough to hide a lot of secrets.

Only the person who had greeted you, a tiny, young man with very noticeable orange hair, seemed as if he had no care in the world. He hummed happily, occasionally throwing a glance over his shoulder to make sure you were still following, before moving forward in what could be best described as carefree jumps.

“It’ll be alright,” he hummed, after watching your wringing hands. You managed a faint smile, wanting to believe him but finding it hard to after having done your research. This wasn’t just a loan shark facility. The Karasuno clan wasn’t just men in suits with more papers than words. They were the kind of people you didn’t want to pick a fight with, the ones you’d avoid at night. The ones really desperate people would go to for help when the government refused them. The ones your best friend thought he could trust after every bank denied him a loan.

And now it was all on you to meet these people, anxiety or not.

You were led into a nice tatami room, with only one table and two seating pillows filling it. A waste of living space, but it sure left an impression. To be able to afford a mansion so big to have an almost empty conference room in it surely was something to look in awe upon.

“Kageyama will be with you in a bit. Make yourself at home!” your guide chimed, grinning widely before he shut the door behind you. Now, you were all on your own, and you shifted your weight on your feet for a while before deciding to sit down. Just standing around would be very rude, too, right? The last thing you wanted to make was a bad impression, even though that meant you had nothing to get your mind off until it was time to meet that Kageyama-guy.

Meaning, the moment the sliding door flew open, you jumped hard, having been in your thoughts for just a minute too long. “[Name]?” the person who entered asked, and you stuttered a quick, “Y-Yeah?” back. He nodded approvingly before walking over, taking the seat across from you, and you began to wonder if you were sitting on the right side of the table or if there were any rules for that.

“I’m Tobio Kageyama, thank you for coming,” he introduced himself, reaching inside the jacket of his black suit - matching the dark tuft of hair he had perfectly. For a second, you thought those were the last words you’d hear before he pulled a gun on you, but instead, he made a letter appear, as well as an expensive-looking pen.

“This is your signature, correct?” He unfolded the paper for you to see, pointing at the bottom where he had it black ink on white paper, your very own signature. “Yes...” you mumbled, slowly curling into yourself. “Alright, did you have any contact with the person who took out the loan lately? We’ve been trying to find them, but if we can’t, that would mean that you need to pay--”

“I don’t have the money.”

Whatever had ridden you to interrupt him like this vanished with the little bit of confidence you had left. You felt sweat collect on your forehead, and you were too afraid to look up at him, while Kageyama’s mouth hung open, in the middle of saying something. Closing it, he looked at the table, followed by some taps on the wooden surface.

“Do we... do we know each other?” he asked suddenly, catching you off-guard. But he managed to draw your attention again, eyes flitting up to look at his face. “I- I’m not sure, do we?”

“Second year of high school, I think I sat a few rows behind you.”

Blinking, you could barely believe what you were hearing. “Huh, you were? I’m sorry... I must have forgotten... Or wait, you were really into volleyball back then, right?”

A smile crossed his face, nothing you would have described as sincere, but it seemed like a well-meant try. Still, you felt a bit of relief ease the tension in your shoulders, despite not exactly being safe even now. “I’m glad you remembered. I just noticed.”

Clearing his throat, he looked back down at the paper again, pointing his pen towards a large number with a lot of zeroes, making you shift your attention. “See, the problem is that this was my first deal with someone from outside the organization, and I’d absolutely hate to sit on this kind of money. You understand that, right? I eventually have to give it back to my bosses, and for that, it would be really bad for me to not have it, right?”

“I understand...” you mumbled, gulping at the big sum he was talking about. “But I really don’t have it! If I could, I would give it to you right away, but there’s no way for me to pay it back anytime soon.”

Kageyama watched you intently, time passed painfully slow. Something about his unblinking stare was unsettling, but you figured he might just be thinking right now, and instead removed your eyes from him shamefully. It was your fault, and you’d do the right thing if you could to make up for it, but as you were, there was no way to do so.

“I believe you,” he eventually agreed, pulling the paper off the table and back into the pocket inside of his jacket. “So here’s what we will do instead.”

Reaching into the opposite side from where he had just put the document into - and you were almost a hundred percent sure that this was your death sentence now and he’d pull a gun - he produced a silken, deep black, and long piece of fabric. “For as long as the debt isn’t paid, you’ll work for me. There is a lot to do, and you’ll not complain nor search for outside help while you work here. I hope you understand that if you can’t pay back what you owe, we will have to find other people in your surroundings to help you; your family, for example.”

Holding out the piece of fabric towards you, Kageyama leaned forward over the table. “I only do that because we have past together, [Name]. I’d hate if there was something happening to someone I know just because one more asshole runs away from their responsibilities. I can help you, and this is a good option, believe me. No harm will come to you or anyone else this way.”

The offer sounded reasonable enough, despite you not missing the bad notions in it that he so carefully threaded into his words. In the end, even if you knew each other, he too was a yakuza, serving his own and his clan’s purpose more than anyone’s. This was a merciful suggestion compared to the alternatives, and you could not imagine how your parents would take it if they were to be bothered by people like him.

Agreeing despite your better judgment, you took the thing from him, stretching it in your hand. It was soft, and honestly, you could imagine yourself wearing a pajama in it; it was that comfortable. “Uhm...” you mumbled, realizing you didn’t know what to do with that. “Please put it on,” he instructed, standing up. Only now did you realize it was perfectly made to be used as a blindfold.

Despite your hands shaking, you hesitantly covered your eyes with it, thanking God that if this was your end, you’d at least not have to see it coming. You flinched when you felt two other hands coming down onto the back of your head, helping you to secure the fabric tightly before you were asked for your hand to help you up. Up till now, you weren’t dead yet, so that was an achievement. “It’s just for security reasons, don’t worry. I’ll bring you somewhere safe, so just follow my lead.”

His fingers linked with yours - weird considering you two weren’t so close to justify such an affectionate hold on you - and you felt his tug, urging you forward. “Where... Where will we be going?” you asked, hearing the sliding door open, followed by a small chuckle of a third voice, before familiar-sounding footsteps took off before you two. Kageyama clicked his tongue, and you already felt like you had made a mistake, unable to see that his reaction had been for someone else entirely.

“Don’t worry, [Name],” he assured you, but his lack of answering your question barely helped you.

Still, all you could do was trust him, now that you were in his care.

Trusting was something you were very good at after all, Kageyama was aware. You’d trust a friend you’d only known for a few months and co-sign his contract with the yakuza. You’d trust said yakuza when he told you he had work for you to fulfill the deed. And you trusted Kageyama to be sincere, when really, he had set you up to come to him and agree to his conditions without complaining, letting yourself be taken to his room easily.

A room in which really no one could hear you when you screamed as the Karasuno clan’s prodigy would do all the things to you he had been dreaming about for years now.

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