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iovesia · 1 year

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✧ ˚ ༘ ⋆ 𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐁 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑.

𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔. you've been warned of the infamous baba yaga, and his sadistic ways. and now, with him exacting revenge on the people who've wronged him, there's no one left to stop him from collecting his prize— you.

—⠀੭୧⠀warnings⠀· ˚ ༘⠀f!reader. dark!john wick. extremely dubious consent. large age gap. allusion to kidnapping. canon typical violence. size kink. man handling. p in v. creampie.

josie’s note .⁺ ˖ ⌒ the new and improved fic is finally here. i had to shape up and add a few scenes for my own sanity but it's finally here. please read the warnings, this is a dark fic. john is, like, slightly ooc here but it's fineee. and sidenote, this is my longest fic yet so.. — hope you enjoy ♡ !!

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"IOSEF'S DEAD."

You look up in shock, eyes widening with disbelief. “What?” you murmured in a soft voice, barely audible in the almost otherwise silent room.

“John killed him,” your bodyguard, Andrei, said bluntly. You swallow the lump in your throat as you rest your head in your hands.

“I.. I guess he got what he wanted then,” Your voice was hoarse as thousands of thoughts clouded your mind. John Wick was on the warpath. With your boyfriend dead, along with half the mob, it was only a matter of time before Viggo was buried in the ground, too.

Nobody screws over John Wick, and lives.

Almost.

YOU WERE HASTILY ESCORTED back to the Continental at the hands of the remaining living bodyguards. Locked in your room, like a dog in a cage, you stared at the dark blue ceiling and let out a shaky sigh. Iosef was dead— not that it was particularly detrimental to you.

Many would have referred to you as eye candy on his arm, rather than a girlfriend. Showering you in lavish gifts, and showing you off to the other mobsters as his prized possession; and then tossing you back in a box when he was bored of playing with you.

The minutes felt like hours, and hours felt like days. John Wick was coming, that you knew. But for what was still the mystery. Under Viggo’s strict orders, he ordered a guard to stand posted at your door. While his son was an ignorant brat who hardly bothered to connect with you beyond mediocre sex, his father almost thought of you as a daughter. Daughter he wished he had.

Bored with counting the number of windows in the apartment across from your hotel room, you decided to take a shower to calm your nerves. The sound of the water pounding against the tiles drowned out the noise of the outside world. You closed your eyes and let the warmth envelop you.

“Iosef, maybe if you just apologised—”

“Are you crazy? Apologise? That is your big solution?!” The blonde haired prick snapped at you, eyes crazed with fear as he hurriedly searched for his gun. “Glupaya suka.. Try to apologise to John fucking Wick, you might as well just throw yourself to slaughter.”

“Fucking asshole,” you muttered to yourself, sharply exhaling.

YOU'VE ONLY HAD the pleasure of seeing the infamous Baba Yaga a handful of times, and meeting him only once.

Four years ago. At one of Viggo’s extravaganza’s, a place filled with all the blood thirstiest associates of New York city, you managed to snag yourself an invite to the event. Being Iosef’s newest ‘conquest’, freshly nineteen and completely new to the underworld syndicate; you were the pure soul among a sea of the damned.

“Who is that?” you whisper into Iosef’s ear, gesturing to Viggo and the circle of men around him. Iosef turns to look where you’re staring, and rolls his eyes at the sight.

“John Wick,” he answers with an unimpressed scoff. You don’t miss the way he holds your hand tighter when the infamous assassin turns his glance towards you two. His darkened stare pierced into yours, and you quickly look away. A feeling of warmth washed over your cheeks as Iosef began to walk towards the group, pulling your arm to follow him.

“Iosef! There you are!” Viggo exclaimed, gesturing towards his son and you. Although you were focused on the older man’s words, you couldn’t help but feel a gaze fixated on you. “My dear, I don’t believe you two have met,” Viggo’s words snap you out of the trance, and you turn your head to the side, taking in the notorious assassin up close. His tall frame clad in a sleek, dark suit that seemed to swallow up the light around him.

“This is-”

“Wick,” his low, gruff voice speaks as he reaches for your free hand, bringing it to his lips and pressing a soft kiss to the back of your hand. “John Wick.”

You try to contain the grin growing on your face by pulling your lower lip in between your teeth. You couldn’t ignore the sudden spark that sent a jolt of electricity through your body. You were enamoured by the mysterious man, and he’s said all of three words to you.

As the evening progressed, you constantly felt the older man’s eyes following you. Occasionally you turned your head to the side and would catch him facing directly at you, only intriguing you more. You and Iosef were just about to leave when you excused yourself to the restroom.

Being the unattentive, doe eyed little thing that you were, you gasped when your face bumped against a hard chest, making you jump back a little. Apologies spew from your lips as you glanced upwards to match the face to the toned figure— immediately shutting you up.

John towered over you, a few strands of his black locks hung in front of his face as he craned his neck down at you. In the narrow hallway to the restroom, you realised there wasn’t enough space to slide past him. Before you could say anything, a pair of hands hug your waist, and John gently turns you to the side, allowing himself to pass by you. Only for a brief moment did his skin meet yours— and how you wished he didn’t let go.

THE SOOTHING WARM WATER was now scorching your skin, as you switched the valve off. Wrapping the soft towel around your wet body, you exited the bathroom.

Standing in front of your dresser, you scavenged to find anything relatively nice looking. Maybe you weren’t allowed to leave the Continental, but surely you could at least mingle at the bar. With furrowed brows, you held two different tops to your chest, focused on your reflection.

Until your eyes met another pair in the mirror.

“What the—” your head whipped behind you, simultaneously dropping the pieces of clothes to the floor as you bumped back against the mirror. You were a deer frozen in headlights. Goosebumps flourishing on your still damp skin, the draft from the window sending chills down your spine.

You watched carefully, the pair of eyes revealing its owner as he arose from the shadows of your room, making your heart drop.

“Wick,” was nothing but a whisper when it fell from your mouth.

“H-How did you get in here?” your breath shallow and your palms began to sweat as you carefully moved to stand in front of your dresser, hands desperately reaching behind your back for anything that could be used as a weapon. John ignores your question, only to slowly creep closer to you.

“Andrei, help!” You cry out, the shrill in your voice echoing off the walls. John purses his lips, taking another menacing step towards you. “Andrei—”

“He’s not gonna help you, little lamb.”

“Andrei!” You continue screaming, praying at any moment he will barge through the doors to rescue you. Your gaze switching between the exit and the assassin in front of you, you contemplate making a run for it.

Stupidly enough, your feet pound against the wooden floor, and with frightened determination, you rush towards the door. Dodging the small nightstand, you nearly trip over your feet before a sudden tug on your towel whirls you back. With a loud yelp, your back collides with the floor and a pain shoots through your side— you can already picture the bruise forming.

“Tsk, you’re gonna have to be quicker than that,” he tuts, before grabbing a hold of both your forearms and lifting you up with ease, like a ragdoll. Your hands immediately reached for your slipping towel, which nearly exposed your breasts. Pulling them up, you silently prayed for anyone in the Continental to have heard the ruckus.

“Where’s Andrei?..” Your words come out in a hushed tone, almost as if you're speaking to yourself rather than to anyone else. “What did you do to him?”

“Not important,” he replies curtly.

“I-It’s against the rules, you couldn’t have killed him—”

“It’s also against the rules to steal another man’s car, and kill his fucking dog,” he sneers in your face, his warm breath hitting your face as you squeeze your eyes shut. The terror paralyzed you and your lips quivered, the sting in your eyes ever growing.

“Let me go! Please, I haven’t done anything,” you beg pathetically. John releases you from his grasp, pushing you towards the satin covered bed. You stumble, holding tightly onto your dirty towel for a source of comfort, cowering under his intense glare as he circled you. Like a predator about to devour his prey.

Like a lamb to the slaughter.

“Neither did Daisy,” he cocks a brow, pain seeping into his voice at the mention of his beloved pet. “Neither did Helen. Innocents get screwed over all the time, what’s one more?”

“Look, John. I’m really sorry for what happened—”

“You will be.”

Your eyes widened, and your throat went dry as you allowed the tears to brim your waterline. You gripped tightly at the top of your towel, holding it closer to you while you tried to maintain some dignity.

John approaches you, standing a mere few inches from your shuddering figure. Your breath hitched as his calloused hand reached for your face, brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear. The assassin was towering over you, his cold eyes scanning over every inch of your body— making you all the more humiliated.

“It’s true what they say..” he mutters, his husky voice hitting your ears. “You really are the prettiest thing in New York.” His hand trailed down from your face, dragging along your shoulder blades, getting lower.. and lower… and low-

“What are you doing?” the words come out like a broken record player. If he planned to strangle you as a means to kill you— you prayed it would be quick. Your skin erupts in goosebumps, like a thousand tiny needles pricking at you, when John’s other hand connects with your side, steadily tugging the towel down.

“Looking at you. Touching you.” An eerie silence casted upon the room when the realisation dawned in. “You looked so beautiful that night. In that dress. I couldn’t stop thinking about it.. Thinking about you.”

His words make you shiver, and your legs clench.

“Wait!” you yelp when you feel him starting to pull the top of your towel down. John inhales sharply, his patience wearing thin. There you were, under his vice grip, pleading for his mercy with those big, bambi eyes of yours. With blood rushing to his cock, and your alluring body just begging for his touch— he could hardly wait any longer.

“Do as I say.”

And you did.

Slowly moving your arm down to your side, the other arm mimicking, the towel unravelled from your body, the quiet thud of it hitting the floor made you wince. You were now completely unravelled before him. Your nipples hardened at the cool wind, and the deep breaths you were taking only accentuated your collarbones. John could tear his gaze away even if he tried, wanting to drink in every inch of your angelic form.

Suddenly, an arm swings behind your knees, causing you to swoon backwards. The soft mattress of the bed hits your back, as John holds your knees up to your chest, putting your glistening cunt on display.

“Oh, you’re enjoying this,” John huffs, a sadistic gleam in his eyes, and you nearly gasp when he slides his index and middle finger in between your slit. Letting out an inaudible whimper as he plunges his fingers deep into your hole, you pull your lower lip in between your pearly teeth.

“J-John.. fuck.”

John, once again, ignores your mewls as he removes his fingers and grabs each knee with one hand to slowly push them apart. Heat blooming in your face, you were burning with humiliation. So vulnerable, so weak… and so wet.

Your heart beats pounding loudly in your chest, you don’t even hear his belt unbuckling or his pants hitting the floor. Through blurred vision, you gazed up into his dark irises, begging for him. To stop, or to keep going, you couldn’t tell anymore.

John leans down, his hand gliding up your torso before taking a handful of your breast as the pads of his fingers tug at your sensitive nipples. His lips collided with yours unexpectedly, his tongue darting between your lips.

“Wait. John, I can’t- you’re too big-”

“For four years… I’ve waited to finally touch you again,” he mutters against your lips, rubbing his cock up and down the entrance of your pussy, teasing you with his tip. “Ever since you showed up on his arm.” Jealous leaked into his gruff voice.

“It’s not gonna fit!” You protest. The sight of his cock between his legs sent chills down your spine.

“Beg me to be gentle.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, the familiar sensation of embarrassment burning in your veins. John was determined to make every moment of this as humiliating as possible, as he drank in every little expression on your pretty face.

“Please… please be gentle with me,” you managed to stammer out.

You let out a loud mewl as John thrusts gently into you, his cock stretching out your little cunt so deliciously. Your nails were desperately clinging to John’s forearms, leaving red crescent shapes. Your breasts bounced with each hard thrust, his cock penetrating deep, his tip kissing your cervix.

“Maybe you were right.” Your neck cranes up and you catch a glimpse of his cock entering in and out of you, the small bulge in your lower stomach. Before you could speak, another high pitched moan escapes your lips when John’s fingers meet your clit, rubbing firm circles. “Think he could fuck you like this?”

You vehemently shake your head, a choked sob caught in your throat when he slams hard into you. “N-No.. mmm, fuckkk!”

“What was that? Use your words, honey” John coos, his lips to your ear as his baritone voice sends chills down your spine. The combination of his digits rubbing against your bundle of nerves along with his deep, passionate thrusts had clouded your thoughts, your mouth hung open with only sinful moans coming out. “Who do you belong to?” he purrs.

“I asked you a question, sweet girl,” he suddenly stops his movements. Your back arches, craving more of his touch and begging for release.

“You! John! You!” You whine frantically, legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. “Please don’t stop.”

“Since you asked so nicely,” John whispers, his large cock entering your gaping hole as your fluttering walls clench around him. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, as you felt your core tighten. John’s groans quietly in your ear as he continues pounding into you, his balls slapping against the swell of your ass. “My good girl. Cum for me, I want the whole hotel to hear you.”

With him still torturing your clit, you jolt at the sudden slap. “Oh— Oh my god, you, John. Y-You, only you—” your mindless babbling only made the assassin smirks deviously at your state. So dumb and cockdrunk off his dick— and only him.

The overwhelming wave of pleasure floods your body as you cream on his cock. John reaches his peak, and fills your pretty cunt with his cum and he removes his hand from your clit before gripping harshly at your hip.

You pant loudly, mind running in circles as you try to catch your breath. John’s cock stayed firmly inside you, his large hand caressing your cheek and trying to get your attention back on him.

“You did so well, little lamb,” was the last thing you heard before your eyes fluttered closed, too overwhelmed to keep your tired body awake. Not that John minded— with you fast asleep, it would make bringing you home a lot easier.

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elexuscal · 1 year

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The "Top" fics in fandom are not the "Best"

I've seen a couple of posts here in there implying that the ways to find the best fics in fandoms are just to go to ao3, and sort by 'Most Kudoses', 'Most Bookmarks', 'Most Comments', etc. I've also seen some folks say they feel like their fics are failures if they don't make it to the front page(s), or at least near there.

But the simple fact: this is not true.

Now, I'm not saying that the top-rated fics in a fandom are bad.

Far from it! They're often very popular for a reason. Well written, fun dynamics, cool plots, etc. A lot of my own favourite fics have made it to the first page when you sort by "Most Kudos"-- but then, a lot of mine also haven't.

Why?

Because those selections are inherently biased.

What do I mean by that? Just that there are other factors influencing what stories accumulate the most comments/kudoses/etc in a fandom, meaning none of these serve as a neutral metric of quality.

I'm going to explain some of these biases briefly, just so folks get a sense of what I mean:

Age Bias This, I think, is the easiest to grasp. A fic that is three years old just has had more time to gain views than a fic that's three days old. Also, consider that pretty much any fandom needs time to grow. If you're in the first days/weeks/months of a fandom, there probably just isn't that much content being made. If there's only 10 fics on the archive, then 11th one stands out. It'll get a lot of attention. But if that same fic were to come out a couple years later, when there were 11 fics published in a single day, well, people are more likely to miss it. If you doubt me, take a look at the front page of 'Most Kudos' for a fandom of your choice. You'll probably see a lot of the stories there are on the older side- and this is exactly why.

Multi-Chapter Bias There are a lot of ways people find new fics to read, and one of the most basic is just: look at the front page of the most recent updates. Now, this way of sorting fics is exactly what it sounds like. A list of fics in order of when they were most recently posted/updated. But, obviously, if a fic has multiple chapters, it's going to appear on that front page way more often. A 50 chapter epic has 49 more chances to get seen this way than a one-shot. This issue becomes even more intense when you consider the Most Comments sort option. For a one shot, a person is probably likely to only comment once. Maybe if they really love the story and revisit, they'll leave a second or third. But multi-factor fics? By design, people come back every update. And that means a lot of people leave comments every single time. (Or at the very least, after big plot developments and twists!) This is what leads to long-running multi-chapter epics dominating the 'Most Comments' rankings in most fandoms.

Popular Pairing Bias Again, this is just obvious. Some pairings are more popular than others. A rare-pair fic can be just as soulful, hot, and well-written as a story featuring the fandom's powerhouse fic, but if only 30 people are interested, well... [shrug] Less people will click on it, kudos it, and leave a comment. To a lesser extent, you can expand this to any trope. 'Coffee Shop AUs' just seem to be more popular than, say, '1930s Mobster AUs'. That effects what tags people search, and what fics they find. But shipping is such an important element of many fandom cultures I thought it would be the most illustrative.

Positive Feedback Loop Bias And honestly, this is maybe the real clincher. Because I've established some of the things that can cause a story to start gathering lots of kudos, comments, and bookmarks in a first place. But once that starts, you get a positive feedback loop going. Because what's one of the first things a person does when they're looking for good stories in a fandom? They sort by 'Most Kudos'. And then they select the first story on the list, and they like it. So they leave a comment and kudos and... Yeaaaah.

So... What do we do about it?

Well. Nothing really. This isn't really a problem. It's just something to be aware of.

Any attempt to put metrics on something as subjective as art is going to fall short. So don't go rating the quality of your own stories about how well it performs, and don't go chasing those coveted top spots. You'll have a lot more fun if you just write stuff that you enjoy, make some friends, and recognise a lot of factors influence fanfic statistics beyond just quality.

Searching via most comments/kudoses/bookmarks remains one of the easiest and quickest ways to start diving into a new fandom. It's often the first things I do, and found stories I love that way.

That said: I highly encourage you to search for fics beyond just that method. Here are some of my suggestions if you want to figure out ways to get started:

Search up Fanfic Rec Lists. Lots of people put them on their blogs, and websites like TVTropes even have that as a whole feature

Ask for fic recs! Seriously! Post about it in the fandom's tumblr tag, join Discord communities, etc, and just say, "Hey, I'd love to read a story where... [insert the general themes, characters, or plot points you like". People will be EXCITED to share.

Search by specific tags Like, do you really, really love time loops? Search the 'Time Loop' tag in your favourite fandoms. A lot of specific tropes, AUs, etc. are canonized, so you can find a lot of stuff up your alley that way

Browse the most recently updated fics Yeah, I know, it's old school. But seriously, you can find some awesome stuff there-- including stories from new authors just starting out, who could really use a boost!

And hey... if you find some stories you like... Consider writing some fic recommendation lists of your own. Spread the love!

#fanfic #archive of our own #ao3 #fandom

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adonis-koo · 1 year

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sweet nothing • 1

( in which you prove to be far more trouble he thought you'd be )

↳ Description: being a guest at the Jeon Estate after a mishap of being kidnapped and dragged into your brothers affairs isn’t all that bad. Truth be told it brings you a lot closer to the mobster and owner of the estate Jeon Jungkook himself.

His two rules are simple, don’t cause trouble and don’t give him a hard time. Somehow you manage to constantly do both in the most endearing way despite being pregnant and waddling around most of the time.

↳ Pairing: Jungkook/reader, ???/reader

↳ Genre: slice of life AU, mafia!AU, pregnancy, there’s like…a little bit of a plot but not a lot, future smut? maybe? it's very domestic!

Word Count: 4.6k

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Note: the crowd is booing so loud at the sight of pregnancy but I don’t care!!! slice of life makes my head go brrr. lol in all seriousness I hope you all enjoy this lil story! It’s just a mini series that is super domestic and light hearted! it popped into my head and I had to write it down so enjoy! also this hasn't been proofread, we die like men

The room was suffocatingly silent.

Jungkook had ignored it promptly though, leaned back in his leather chair, hair dusting over his eyes slanting his view, but his sight couldn’t be more accurate then it already was.

This was not what he had asked his men to do.

“I…” Your voice scratched, trying to find something to say, not only had you been kidnapped a mere hour ago, but now you had been brought into your captor's home and taken to him directly.

Your throat tightened as your heart beat frantically, you couldn’t be scared right now, you needed to take action before it was too late, “I understand why I’m here but please,” You looked up at him earnestly, “I…I’m due in early December. You can sell me off, keep me here, do what you want with me but please, Mr Jeon, give my baby a chance."

Your eyes blurred at just the thought, your hands hugging over your swollen stomach. You had been so shaken up the whole time that it hadn’t even occurred to you how fast this had all happened.

It was late and you had been worried your brother found himself in trouble again, one minute you were getting ready to phone him, the next the door was smashed open to men in suits, guns in the air and tearing the whole apartment up.

You were taken as…what you could only assume was collateral, you knew who Mr Jeon- you had informally met before.

Your brother had been paying him ransome for protection against…well…You supposed there was no reason to bother recounting everything. You were here now, in front of Jeon Jungkook, who looked less than pleased at the moment.

What made you worried however was his continued silence, he was never a man of many words, or at least that's the impression you had always gotten when your brother and him would meet.

Jungkook shifted in his chair, his lip visibly twitched before he muttered, “Get her out of here.”

You felt your stomach lurch as you were yanked out of your chair with a yelp, “In one piece.” Jungkook added with an annoyed glint in his eye.

The grip on your arms was relaxed immediately before you were jostled out of the room leaving it in silence once more.

“It was the best we could do Sir,” Yeonjun spoke, crossing his arms behind his back, “We searched the whole apartment but Wonho was gone. We took her for collateral until he’s found.”

Jungkook looked more visibly angry, “You brought me a pregnant defenseless woman.” He stood up in his chair, “What the fuck am I supposed to do with that?”

Yeonjun lifted his hands, “Send a message out to Wonho, tell him we have his sister and we’ll see if he actually has a soul and gets the money to save her.”

“And if he doesn’t?” Jungkook challenged, his eyes brewing hellfire as he inhaled sharply, Yeonjun had wisely chosen to not engage in his questions anymore, “I’m not going to kill her for fucks sake, even I have my limits.”

Jungkook tucked his tongue into his cheek as he leaned against the desk.

“Well we can't just release her now,” Yeonjun replied, “So what do you want me to do with her?”

Jungkook crossed his arms, his jaw clenched in anger as he shook his head in thought. Who’s bright idea was it to take her ransome? Truly? Because he knew Yeonjun wasn’t that stupid.

“Put her in a nice room, draw her a bath, offer a foot massage. She’s fucking pregnant, do I have to keep reminding you?” Jungkook hissed out as he waved his hand about.

“Noted.” Yeonjun sighed, “Anything else you wanna add to that list?”

“Yeah, if I hear about one bruise, one little fucking scrape on her, I’ll have everyone lined up and shot in the living room.” Jungkook replied, before turning around to sit back down, “Now go. I don’t wanna see anyone unless they have something about that rat that isn’t a waste of my time.”

Yeonjun nodded and said no more, leaving while his head was somehow still intact. Jungkook collapsed in his seat as he ran a hand through his hair in frustration. Wonho had fucked up more then just not paying his debts, he had leaked sensitive information to the Kim’s and it had him on extremely thin ice right now.

He didn’t need a bystander involved in this situation. Jungkook crossed his arms in thought as he leaned back in his chair, you were a familiar enough face for Jungkook to recognize, you had only met a handful of times and was never involved in more dangerous dealings your brother dealt with.

Quiet, you were considerably quiet, though Jungkook can recount a few small harmless conversations you had both made while waiting on your brother or in other circumstances that would call for something as such. But it had been awhile since he had seen you.

Obviously long enough for you to get knocked up and in the middle of a pregnancy. Jungkook exhaled as he closed his eyes, trying to ignore the stress induced headache he had.

Yeonjun was right, now that they had you it would be better to just keep you here and out of the line of fire, if they let you go now there was no telling what you would do, would you warn your brother? Would he sell you out?

Would the Kim’s have kidnapped you as well?

Jungkook had made the decision that yes, it would just be easier to keep you here at his estate, more as a guest than actual collateral because he honestly didn’t believe the idea that your brother would actually care about anyone but himself, he had proven that countless times.

Jungkook may have not known you personally, but given your display of groveling, it was evident you felt the same.

This…was not what you had expected.

Your lips parted in shock as the door shut behind you, the rooms were easily bigger than your little apartments living room, a glass chandelier hanging from the ceiling and plenty of spare space, large windows were next to the bed with tall hanging curtains and a writing desk was on the wall next to it.

Then there was the bathroom, a claw foot bathtub and fluffy towels all folded up with various shampoos and soaps on display. You had to rub your eyes twice to figure out if you had been hallucinating. Everything was…nice…

You weren’t sure what you had expected but this wasn’t it. The water was hot against your skin as you showered, a little paranoid albeit, waiting for the door to bust down once again and for them to drag you into a less nice room.

But the men never came as you laid in bed, shifting constantly to try and fall asleep.

One of the downsides of being pregnant was not being able to sleep on your stomach the way you had been, your side felt uncomfortable and your back kept cramping anytime you laid for too long on your back.

Your hand gently brushed over the bump with a sigh, you didn’t understand why Jungkook would do this. You had spoken to him a handful of times, and while you wouldn’t describe him as a charismatic person, he was polite. But you had heard the stories about him, rumors of something much darker than who you had talked to that lurked beneath.

Jungkook was a CEO of a small export company, big enough that he had well established connections in the upper socialite world but small enough that he evaded being in the spotlight of hollywood and its nosy media reporters.

He refused photoshoots or magazine interviews at whatever cost and only attended parties unless it was absolutely necessary. Or so he had somewhat jokingly recalled one evening when you both were sitting at a club bar, somewhat awkwardly waiting for your brother who had gotten busy with a prostitute after Jungkook had come later then he said.

Whether this was all true or not was beyond you.

You supposed at the end of the day you should be thankful he’s chosen to keep you alive, for now. But dread filled your stomach, after all, you were only alive on borrowed time.

It was a beautiful day outside, it was early morning but the sun was shining bright with billowy thick clouds and it was still cool outside, but within a few hours the heat would once again be scorching hot just as it was yesterday.

You had taken an extensive amount of time to take in the gardens as well, marigolds, tulips, buttercups and so many more were all around, well taken care of by the looks of it. It was gorgeous.

This, of course, was all in an effort to avoid the gaze of the person who sat in front of you on the small table on the terrace.

“You should eat,” Jungkook finally spoke, his hair was tied out of his face, giving you for the first time ever, a good look at his face. It was well sculpted with a chiseled jawline that oddly suited his rounded button-like nose.

His thick brows were pinched as if he were angry as he ate, but you at some point realized the food must've just been that good, “You’re eating for two after all.” He added, “Nothing’s poisoned, if you couldn’t tell by now.”

He gestured to his own plate, which had a serving of just about everything on the table on it, this made a weak smile tug on your lips, feeling oddly reminiscent of the few conversations you had shared before.

But this was very different.

You were definitely hungry though, you had been craving syrup and fried chicken since four in the morning and while there was no chicken on the table, there was definitely syrup that could cure one of your cravings.

Hesitantly you put a few crepes onto your plate, adding some sausage as well before drizzling syrup over them.

“How was it?”

You glanced up at him, not intentionally ignoring him, but to say you were still terrified of him was a bit of an understatement, “...What do you mean?” You finally asked, your voice no more than a whisper.

Jungkook wiped his mouth with an intricately decorated napkin, “Your room, it was rushed last night. They didn’t have time to put everything in there, you’ll be getting a wardrobe today but I didn’t know your size for maternity wear- or if that’s something you even wanted. You’ll have to discuss it with Jimin regardless.”

You stared at him blankly for a long moment as he met your eyes, “What?”

“Mr Jeon-”

“Jungkook.” His brows pinched, though this was not because of what he was eating.

You stuttered, “...Jungkook,” You corrected yourself, still somewhat uneasy, “Um…I don’t understand, anything that’s going on.”

Jungkook sighed, as if he were expecting this as he leaned back in his seat, the buttons on his black shirt clinging for dear life as his chest puffed a little to stretch, “I doubt you know anything about your brother’s where abouts,” He replied, “And truthfully I’m sure you know he could give less then two shits about you or your baby.” He paused for a moment at the smallest sight, your lips briefly quivering and then your eyes darting to your plate. You were upset, but trying to hide it. It made him internally wince, perhaps his wording wasn’t the best.

He cleared his throat as he continued, “So until this is all resolved you’ll be staying here, it’s the easiest thing to do with you at this point now that you’re involved. With your consent or against it. That’s up to you. But if you want to keep your baby safe then you’ll be smart and not try to escape.”

You glanced up at him for a long moment before your hands curled, “You’re the one that kidnapped me. And it’s somehow my fault that I’m involved in my brother's affairs that I never wanted to be a part of to begin with?”

Jungkook only curved a brow, quickly reminding you that you’re not in a position to be chastising him.

However his lack of anger surprised you, in fact he sounded the opposite, “I did not kidnap you, my men did, without my knowledge of the whole situation. They made a split second decision in bringing you here, and indirectly involving you in the matter. It was a mistake on my behalf and I apologize for it.”

You stared at him now in disbelief at his sincerity as he continued, “I’m trying to make up for it as best I can now by having you stay here. If you leave now it’s likely the Kim’s will take you hostage and see what information they can get out of you, or hell I wouldn’t put it past your brother to just sell you to them.”

“My…my brother wouldn’t-”

“We both know the truth,” Jungkook cut you off with a frown, “There’s no point in trying to comfort yourself with a lie. There’s no telling what could happen if we let you walk out that door on your own. So like I said, if you’re smart and you want to keep your baby safe, you’ll stay here. How miserable you want to make this experience is up to you, but I have no plans of making you a hostage or holding you prisoner.”

You slow began to eat, though having to hold back the urge to devour your whole plate, one bite had unleashed the monstrous appetite that had been lurking inside for the last six hours.

“And I don’t suppose you’re doing this out of the kindness of your heart,” You replied, “You have to want something in return.”

Jungkook took a large bite out of his bratwurst, “You’re right,” he nodded before taking a drink of champagne, “I want you to stay out of trouble and not make this any more difficult than it needs to be. Two requests, you think you can manage that?”

You both stared at one another for a long moment before you glanced at your plate, “I don't suppose there’s much choice is there?”

Jungkook shrugged, “Depends on your perspective, you could easily raise hell if you wanted, but I’d prefer you not. Where’s your husband? The last thing I need is someone nosing about trying to look for you. It would be better to just inform him and get things settled right away.”

Jungkook paused though at the sight of you stiffening a little, your jaw clenching as you grabbed your flute of water.

“I don’t have a husband,” You finally spoke after taking a long drink, “Or boyfriend. I work at the Bakery on main street though, they’ll want to know why I’m unable to come in to work.”

Jungkook looked curious, but he didn’t ask questions, “Very well, consider it taken care of.”

He didn’t want to pry but he was undeniably curious about your circumstances, caught up in all of this, pregnant without a husband or partner. Jungkook had never considered you the type of woman to sleep around, having always been rather shy around him but then again, perhaps it was because you had always known who he truly was.

Still though, it was rather curious indeed, and there was nothing more Jungkook enjoyed in his past time than a good mystery.

Rather than let the silence linger Jungkook asked, “How far along are you? This could be resolved in a few days, or it can take months. I’d rather make arrangements now for the later rather than be caught unprepared.”

“Twenty two weeks,” You replied, your hand pressing against your stomach as you looked down at your baby bump, a brief smile tugging on your face before it fell at the sight of Jungkook’s face, a bit confused before you weakly smiled once more, “Five and a half months. Like I said yesterday, my due date is December 13th

You had been anxious before about delivery your baby, after all, you had never done it before. But you're definitely anxious now at the idea of having to do it while being held as a guest in the Jeon Estate.

Labor was already a painful experience, you don't want to have to go through it alone in an environment like this. Jungkook only nodded though, “I’ll have my personal doctor come by and fill in the role of your practitioner for check ins with the baby. A midwife will also be on staff for check-ins as well. If you need anything else just let me know. I’ll find time during the day to see you at least once.” Jungkook checked his watch as he sat upright, “But I have to go now, business to do. Yeonjun will show you around and then Jimin will be around to talk to you in further detail about your wardrobe.”

Jungkook grabbed his satin black jacket off the back of his chair as he stood up before leaving you alone. With a sigh of relief you sunk into your chair, having not released the breath you held in until you let it out before feasting on your breakfast while thinking about his words. While this was not an ideal situation, you couldn’t deny Jungkook’s kindness.

You had been settling in for the last week and a half with an odd amount of contentment, your days were filled with a lot less physical labor then before, though you did miss going out and seeing your coworkers and interacting with regular customers.

There was a certain sense of peace the estate gave you though, you still took your daily walks in the garden accompanied by Yeonjun who had been personally assigned to oversee you and he was a rather funny person.

His humor was dry and it was even funnier watching him interact with Jungkook.

He served as good company as did a few other people you had met, Jimin being one of them, he oversaw the finances of the estate and basically kept the place running while Jungkook was off doing business, only ever bothering him when something of substantial financial sum was needed for something.

And true to his word you saw and spoke to Jungkook at least once a day as he said, either in the morning for breakfast or in the afternoon for dinner. But the talk was usually the same, either about this or that, small talk.

You supposed it wasn’t that bad, considering the situation you were in you should consider yourself lucky that Jungkook is who he is. Regardless, you didn’t feel comfortable asking him about your brother.

First off what had he done for you to be put in this position and more importantly, where had your brother disappeared to? You had no doubt many of Jungkook’s days were spent searching for him, which made you wonder, just what had your brother done?

You dismissed it from your mind, you had been trying to detach yourself from whatever consequences would eventually find your brother, after all Jungkook had a point- no matter how much it stung to hear.

You loved Wonho, you just wished for once he would put you first, that he would put anyone first, you couldn’t even remember when he spiraled down this destructive path of dealing in narcotics that got him all tangled up in gangs and inevitably, the mafia.

Just that somewhere along the way your brother had turned into a total jerk that was willing to sabotage anyone to save his own skin.

Just the reminder of the argument you had about this very topic had run through your head when talking to Jungkook, it was the reason you had chosen to stay here giving him no problems.

While you still didn’t feel comfortable because again, you weren’t exactly staying out of complete free will, you did feel safe here. For once, you felt safe. Your hand rubbed over your stomach as you aimlessly walked through the halls.

Yeonjun had an online meeting he was attending in his office which meant you were free to roam the inside of the estate of your own meanwhile, he had given you the grand tour when your first morning and yet it seemed like you were still finding new rooms.

Curiously you walked through the ballroom, or the equivalent to one, it was a grand room big enough to host an expensive party for sure. Poking your head into different doors you never knew what to expect.

Closing the last door you walked a little further before you let out a breath, grabbing your stomach at the small kick you just felt.

“You’re a little sucker aren’t you?” You winced out, the little kicks themselves weren’t painful, it was mainly your sudden back pain that had you leaning against the wall for support.

What you hadn’t expected though was for the wall to press inward before back out, revealing a hidden door.

You quickly straightened up right, back pain forgotten as your lips parted. Of course mobster Jeon Jungkook would have a hidden door in the fancy ballroom of his estate, you shouldn’t have expected less.

You opened it up as you peered inside before delight filled your face, it was filled to the brim with books and the entire wall was made up of glass giving an expanse view into the garden, and there was a wide window sill with soft cushions making up a seat.

Sliding as best you could inside the door shut behind you as you stepped further in, it looked magical in here easily, lights were strung up though they looked dusty, as if they hadn’t been used in years.

How had you never noticed this during the walks in the garden before? Sitting down you curiously nosed through books, mostly children's books oddly enough. You smiled however as your hands constantly rubbed over your tummy, a soothing habit you had developed as the bump grew.

While you still weren’t fond of the idea of giving birth here, if you had too, you were relieved to know there were supplies here that wouldn’t be horrible to utilize for your baby. You could just imagine holding them swaddled against your chest, laying against the soft pillows reading here on a rainy day.

Standing up you groaned as you grabbed your back, Yeonjun would be wondering where you were at soon, after all he said his meeting wouldn’t be long. But you would certainly keep this place in the back of your mind as somewhere to go during quiet moments in the day.

Walking back up to the wall you pressed on it before your happy expression slowly shifted.

There wasn’t a door handle.

You pressed on the wall once more, a little more forceful hoping it would latch open again but unfortunately it didn’t budge. Your heart rate immediately spiked as you tried to calm yourself down.

This is fine.

You sat back down on the cushioned window sill trying to think rationally. Yeonjun would be sure to look for you and if he couldn’t find you which means he’d call Jungkook which would mean…

Somehow the idea of that happening brought you less comfort than before. Jungkook would assume you had made a run for it and would probably not even bother to look for you.

In fact, he’d probably be relieved that you were gone and he’d no longer have to deal with you.

“What the fuck do you mean you lost her!?” Jungkook hissed out venomously and not a single man dared speak up as he glared daggers at Yeonjun who held his breath for a moment, “She’s six months pregnant how the fuck do you just lose someone who’s six months pregnant!?”

Jungkook was damn near ready to rip out his hair, he was already dealing with multiple loose ends on his part and now you were magically gone?

“Where’s the CCTV at?” Jungkook growled as he ripped his jacket off, tossing it at his chair, he was burning up and his hand was itching to grab the gun that was shoved in his back pocket.

“It’s been fried,” Jimin winced a little at Jungkook’s livid expression, “I went to check the moment I heard she was gone but it looks like someone sabotaged it just an hour ago.”

Jungkook’s lips twitched, “So what you’re saying is not only did all of you lose her, but she got fucking kidnapped in the process?” His hands curled into fists as he paced back and forth trying to not lose his cool any further as he viciously smiled, “This place is a goddamn fortress with over forty men guarding it and somehow, my CCTV footage got fried and guest got kidnapped within an hour and nobody noticed? Nobody!?”

“There’s been no signs of breaking and entering though.” Yoongi, his business partner who had been sitting there watching the whole thing finally spoke up, “If somebody got in, we would’ve got the word. It’s like you said, you have over forty men on staff here.”

Jungkook seemed to cool down a bit at his words but his tone was still sharp, “And the CCTV? What else could’ve fried it?”

“The fact that you haven’t replaced it in the last five years?” Yoongi shrugged before snorting, “Maybe a bird chewed through the wiring, maybe it shorted. Hell if I know, what I do know is that it’s not normal for you to get this worked up over something.”

Jungkook’s nostrils flared, “Because somebody’s life is on the line here. What about Y/n!? If she had left on her own there would be at least something indicating she left.”

“Then maybe she didn’t leave.” Yoongi shrugged, causing Jungkook to pause his pacing as he stared at Yoongi accusingly, “What? It’s the truth, the estate is big Jungkook, she’s only been here a week, she probably just got lost. There’s no reason to make a big deal out of this when there’s no indication that points to it being a big deal.” Jungkook looked annoyed but said nothing to him, only muttering for them all to spread out and search the estate.

It had been three hours of searching, every nook and cranny, under every bed in every closet and Jungkook had just about lost all hope as he gazed out the tall windows in the ballroom when he noticed something odd.

The door to his childhood library was stuck in an odd position, it was old and he hadn’t been in here in ages, the door used to get jammed if it wasn’t closed properly.

Luckily all it took was a little force to get open, he gave it a good shove before it clicked back into place and propped open as he peered inside. Mouth gaping at the sight of you jumping up in surprise, looking half asleep with a book in hand.

Your smile was just as guilty as the rest of you as you said, “Hi…I was beginning to wonder if you’d ever find me.”

“Out. Now.” Jungkook looked mad, but he was secretly relieved that you were safe. He’d rather you be stuck in the library by accident than having tried to make a mad dash on your own out of the estate.

Just the sight of your sulky pout let him know one thing for sure; you were absolutely not going to be able to follow his two requests, for better or worse.

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Slurp It Like a Porn ☆

Pairings ♡ ྀ =͟͟͞♡: Assassin! Toji Fushiguro x Chubby Mob Leader! Reader

Encapsulation ♡ ྀ =͟͟͞♡: Having semi-passionate sex on a jet is to die for, especially with Toji. Call it the Soul plane.

Warnings ♡ ྀ =͟͟͞♡: Smut, Lipstick kink, oral( m receiving), sloppy top, teasing, impact play, vibrating tongue ring, dick piercing mentioned, dirty talking, squirting, slight sir kink, gore, Mentions of death( not any of the main peoples), mention of hyperpigmentation, Mobster lifestyle, gang mentions, violence, fucking in the sky( literally), nipple play, passionate fucking with a little roughness, Full Nelson position, degradation, praise, use of multiple pet names( butterfly, Angel, baby, doll, etc.), fucking in the mirror, breeding kink, Fem reader

Word Count ♡ ྀ =͟͟͞♡: 4.6K

18+ Permitted

Carrying your colorful/non colorful suitcases was the cherry on Toji’s day. He couldn’t wait to carry most of your bags while carrying only two of his. What utter bullshit that is because the man was struggling! You offered to help, but Toji never lets you carry bags you didn’t need to carry.

Meanwhile, on your behalf, the hot summer air was flowing over your face and honestly you couldn’t feel any better since you were going to your dream place with Toji, your boyfriend for 1 year. Toji couldn’t wait to take a vacation from every stress in his life. He hated leaving Megumi on his own with Nanami and Gojo watching over him. The boy is 17 now and it scares him that he’s growing up so fast.

You two were boarding the jet you owned ever since you took after your mother footsteps as a mob boss, you’ve had your fair share of riches you earned and never took for granted.

The game was so hard to obtain but you honestly were groomed into it due to your mother and father training you to follow their footsteps or take over your own mob, which you did. People labeled you as “The King of Reapers”. You were known to be colder than your mother and wiser than your father.

Multiple organizations or random citizens thought about taking you out because you offed their loved ones without a blink of an eye. You didn’t hesitate to get blood on your pretty suits or dresses you wore. You didn’t hesitate to pay anyone a visit when it comes to your profit of money. You were known across all regions and many people also respected you out of fear and love.

Toji was one of the people paid to assassinate you while you were having your private network event with other Cartels, Mobs, Gangs, yakuzas, and Mafias. He was paid by the leader of the Sinclair gang. The leader you’ve known all your life. Toji was a man who didn’t care who one is, he just needed to get the job done and over with so he could go back to his child, even if he’s going back with the blood of the most powerful leader on his hands and a target only on his back.

The plan was set in motion, but Sinclair pulled a rookie move, which is paying the assassin before he actually gets the job done. He was scared of Toji, so he didn’t have much choice when Toji demanded money to be in his account or he’ll have the blood of Sinclair’s wife on his hands, with no problem.

Toji liked the way you moved and wanted to get a deal with you for a long time but if he has to assassinate you now, he will. He tried and failed when one of your women caught him above the balcony where he was aiming his gun at your head. If you weren't informed that Sinclair was out for your head then you would’ve been dead.

With a gun suddenly to the back of his head, he postponed the assassination. Toji surrendered under oath when he was back in your hideout watching you tear sinclairs teeth out his mouth with pliers while watching him scream and beg for his life. He was intrigued by you since you were ten steps ahead of him and Sinclair, it seems. So when you were done mutilating Sinclair's body to an unrecognizable body and unresponsive death.

He had to do something to stop his life from being taken, so he made a deal with you while admiring the blood dropping off your manicured hands and sprouting upon your light clothes you wore. Even the blood on your face made his dick hard and honestly he hated that he was getting turned on because your women were poking fun at him while you chuckled at their jokes.

You weren’t exactly keen on this man spouting out ideas that already had your interest, but you suddenly gave in when he said he explained he needed the money to send his son to study abroad for college. He was saving up for him to have a better opportunity than he did. You were a fool for kids or teenagers. They deserved a happy life outside this dark world you contributed to and so you gave him the opportunity to work with you.

This eventually leads to you and him forming a relationship when you repeatedly ask about his life and how his son was doing. When you were invited to his house for a get-together for Toji, you were astonished that it was really for your birthday, something you haven’t bothered to celebrate for years. Everyone was there and you enjoyed yourself. You knew then that Toji was an honorable man and you were willing to give him a chance. And so you did and it may be the best decision you made. You knew him for a total of 3 years but got together after the second year of being with each other, even on missions.

Right now, You were so giddy as he sat his and your luggage into the slots they were supposed to be at. He was the only one, besides your men, women and sometimes Megumi, who got to see this side of you. You were truly happy with him as was he with you.

You sat down and immediately was met by your flight attendant offering you a drink. It was a blue mixture drink and honestly it looked very pretty. The blue had the perfect hue of green mixed into it with a cherry on top. You craved it and it reminded you of the man packing up the bags on the flight. His eyes were your favorite to gaze into as you rode him.

Toji huffed as he finally sat down. His white crew neck shirt clung to him like it was a part of his skin. You couldn’t take your eyes off him as you struggled to put your non-plastic straw in your mouth. You two haven’t had sex for two months due to him dealing with finding hyuki and he didn’t want extra help from anyone, not even you as his leader and boss, but he eventually gave in due to you two communicating with eachother about your stress and forbidden desires.

Toji, on the other hand, was worrying about Megumi again, so he was about to call Nanami to see what his trouble maker of a son is doing as soon as the jet lifted into the sky, but you placed two warm hands on his.

Your warm and seductive eyes were the first thing his green mystic eyes met and he couldn’t do anything but cave into your warm embrace. Your aura was like a full moon on a warm summer night. The warm summer night where you sit on the porch or balcony until 4 in the morning enjoying the presence around you. He fell in love with you first for a reason.

“ Toji, please stop worrying, we’re in the sky so just relax or do you want me to help you relax, hmm?”, You ask, in a low sultry voice while rubbing your thumb on the back of his hand.

Toji relaxed under your touch even more and gulped before nodding his head, “ We haven’t had sex in two months so I may be rusty, baby doll? You got me.” You smiled before moving your manicured fingers on the hems of his shirt, pulling it overhead.

The shirt easily came off his body leaving his chest and pecks on display, “ Toji, you are so beautiful you know that?” He honestly wasn’t expecting you to say that because it was always him telling you that you're beautiful and you calling him handsome. He liked this hot feeling bubbling inside of his heart and cheeks, it eventually got to the pumping blood in his dick.

He brought you closer to him and kissed you like he wouldn’t let go. It was like it was the last kiss in an apocalypse setting and he was about to sacrifice himself for you. He didn’t care if lipstick was on his lips, he was in love with you and it showed daily, “ Thank you, butterfly. Not as gorgeous as you of course.”

“ Thank you, baby. You know sometimes, you are really corny, but it’s okay. I still love you. Now lay back for me.”, you said while getting up to drop down to your knees right after. You were gonna suck him like his own personal pornstar.

You pulled his pants and underwear down at the same time and freed his dick from his pants. Honestly you were never gonna get used to the way his dick looked. It was pretty enough for you. Toji had hair trailing from his belly button to his pelvis, making a trimmed happy trail. It had two long veins that cut off where his balls dropped. His balls were kinda shaped like a heart and big. The Prince Albert piercing was the icing on the cake.

One thing you learned is that the laughing that happened years ago when you were toying with Toji about his size didn’t go on for long when you’re actually face to face with his dick prior to now and now. The pre-cum was basically opening to you but before you actually put your mouth around him, you slowly stuck out your tongue and touched your tongue piercing for one purpose only. Toji didn’t know about it, but you did.

He looked down at you with low seductive eyes. Honestly his expression was a mixture of curiosity and confusion. You slowly pulled your tongue back into your mouth before smirking at him, “ are you ready babe?”

“ What did you just do?”, Toji asked.

Your smirk didn’t wipe off your face as you shrugged, “ nothing.” The vibration felt so good on your tongue so you already knew it was gonna make him go crazy.

You kissed from his tip, feeling some of his pre-cum on your lips, and on down to his balls while your manicured hands tried to fit all of his dick wrapped inside of your hand. The crimson lipstick kiss prints were only adding to Toji's wants and needs. The little twitches Toji were doing only added to your ego right now. He tried so hard you hide his whimpers and it was quite amusing to you since it’s usually you trying to hide them, but then again he always does this when you suck his cock.

Toji jumped up and grabbed your hair when you stuck out your tongue to lick the hard vein displayed on his cock, “ Fuck!!, what the fuck is that?” You laughed at his outburst before putting on your serious face that many people feared including him, “ Didn’t I tell you to sit back and relax, don’t make me tie you up like I did last time, you wouldn’t like that would ya?”

Toji narrowed his eyes at you before laying back and closing his eyes while rubbing a hand over his face, “ Just go easy, Ok , not use to the shit you’re pulling right nowwww, ugh fuck!” You didn’t give him time to finish because your mouth wrapped around his tip while your tongue flattened on the bottom of his tip.

The sounds of you slurping was heard throughout the space you two contained in. Your hand stroked him as you tongue licked around his tip before taking him into your mouth. You were half way down before you gaged around his dick. Your mouth was stretching along the way down and honestly it hurts so good. The salt form his pre-cum added just enough flavor to you sucking his cock.

Spit was now dripping down your mouth and onto your hand that was stroking the parts you couldn’t reach. Toji held onto the seats harshly. His nails dig into the cushion part as you bobbed your head up and down while moaning around his dick adding more vibrations, “ Fuck, Angel, you’re so fucking gorgeous with my cock in your little mouth. I’m -aah- fucking surprised that your jaw hasn’t broken yet.”

You hummed while bobbing your head up and down his dick faster during the time of twisting one hand around his thick cock and another hand playing with his cum filled balls. His whimpers turned to moans quickly as he got up on his elbows to hold the back of your head, “ Fuck, look at you making a mess on my cock just like you make a mess with traitors: messy and disgusting. Hah! Shit!”

Toji now pulled your hairstyle in a ponytail, well tried/ held your bald head with his large hand as he guided you up and down his dick. He loved hearing your little gags and whimpers as he slid your mouth on his now glistening cock, “ I think you’re gonna make me cum, Angel face. Let’s see if you could take more of my dick, yeah?”

He snatched your hand away with his free hand, “ Relax your throat, doll. You’re in for a ride.”

You didn’t even get 10 seconds to relax your throat before he moved your head down his cock even further, “ Come on, Angel, you can do it, relax your throat and open wide for me, Uuh! Kuh! Good fucking girl! My perfect fucking girl.”

His piercing was stabbing the back of your throat as you moved your head in a circular motion as you bobbed your head up and down without his help since you slapped his hand away from your head once you knew you could do it by yourself, “ Mmmng, so good.”

Toji smirked, “ Did you say something pretty girl because I couldn’t hear you since your mouth is stuffed with my cock, spe-akkk hngg fuck, I’m about to cum, I gotta cum.” You were happily jumping inside of your head because he was talking shit just to turn into your little bitch when you fit all of him inside of your mouth. You lifted your head completely off him prior to stroking him with wet fingers, “ cum into my mouth, sir. I would really appreciate it.”

You knew he had somewhat of a sir kink, he had a daddy one too but you didn’t have one so it was awkward until you both discovered you got some sort of attraction to the word sir, only in this circumstance. Toji groans were the highlight of your wet pussy juices trailing down your thighs. They were deep and opulent.

You kissed all around his dick with new marks of deep red lipstick on his cock since the other prints melted into his skin due to your saliva. Toji whimpered with a vermillion face scrunched up in pleasure when you wrapped your messy lipstick lips around his tip while stroking him faster than before. Your tongue ring was still vibrating so he couldn’t take it especially when you swirled your long tongue on his mushroom tip.

Toji gripped your head to stay still as his cum pumped inside of your hand as his cum spurt inside of your mouth. It was sticky and salty, either tasted up to your standards or didn’t, either way you gladly swallowed because it was good and you wanted to be his good girl. The jumps of his body were still going as he finished up cumming inside of your mouth. You were surprised that it didn’t waste out of your mouth, that means you were improving.

Toji panted and moaned while thrashing around in the process of you hollowing your jaw around his tip, “ Holy fuck! Ahhh you’re mine forever, I can’t let you go.so good for me!” You swallowed every last drop before smearing more of your red lipstick on your face and hand from wiping spit off it.

Toji couldn’t help but pull you in a messy kiss despite you sucking him dry. He wanted to be inside of you, so he pulled away while still holding your face, making your cheeks squeeze together and lips pucker up, “ 5, 10, or 15? You did so well so you chose, butterfly.”

You pecked him on the lips before deciding your fate, “ 7.” Toji smirked at you, “ Oh? You sure, butterfly?”

You nodded and smiled to which he took as an opportunity to kiss you even more before slapping your ass, creating little/big ripples. The stretch marks around your hips, legs, and on your ass was such a turn on for him. He needed to see them, so he snatched your clothes off leaving you in your bra and panties.

His cock became brick as he stared at your tits whether they were little or big he was gonna still love you. His eyes traveled down to your stomach, admiring it before going to your thighs and legs, you were beautiful in his eyes. Nobody could tell him any different and he was gonna show you even if you are or aren’t insecure.

He looked around while you stood there in silence wondering what he was doing. He spotted a mirror by the bathroom door and picked you up, not caring about the size you possessed. He walked you over to the mirror despite your confused expression. He almost wanted to laugh because of the face you were making.

The way the jet felt in the sky added to you two comforts, oddly enough. It was beautiful but what was even more beautiful is the way Toji carried you with care and gentleness. It made your heart swell since you were always around a harsh environment. He brought you happiness and gentleness that you shoved received throughout your entire life even as a child, but you didn’t. Couldn’t.

Toji set you down to bring a comfortable chair in front of the mirror, you were glad you got some cushion chair on your jet beside the actual chairs. You watched him round the chair preceding to sitting down and pulling you down on his lap by his arm.

“ You’re gonna watch me fuck the woman I love and the pussy that drives me crazy, are you ready?”, he asked while rubbing around your body feeling on the existent/ nonexistent curves and rolls you had. He nibbled on your ear while waiting for your answer and when he got it, he couldn’t get over the rush of his heart beating inside of his body.

Toji rubbed your clit through your panties while watching your facial expression closely, your lipstick may be smeared across your lips and face, but you're still attractive in his eyes. Your little huffs and whimpers were setting him off, so he pushed your panties to the side, “ Hold this and don’t let it go or I’ll change that 7 to a fucking 100, you know I will.”

You tremble from the memories of last time coming into your mind, “ mmm, no, I can’t endure that like last time so I’ll listen today.” Toji smirked against your body and

spread your pussy with two of his thick fingers, “ Fuck, your pussy is soaking. Toji wanted to devour you but they’ll be for later. He loved the way your pussy was perfect, it was a slightly different shade from your body due to hyperpigmentation. It was beautiful in size too. Pussy is pussy but your pussy was something he never wanted to let go of.

His thick fingers on his right hand rubbed your clit while the left hand digits went inside of your pussy making your grip Toji arm with your free hand, “ Aaah fuck, tojiii”

Toji shuddered from the feeling of your warm pussy gripping around his two fingers, “ come on pretty, I haven’t even started yet and you're already moaning and panting.” You groaned at the feeling of his fingers curling up inside of you only to leave right after once he realized you were gonna enjoy it until you came. You couldn’t cum unless it was in his cock. Your push was sensitive so he expected this.

Toji chuckled before speaking, “ Angel, I need you to hold on to me and lift your legs up for me.” You listened to what he said before doing it, Toji hooked his arm around to tap his cock against your delicate clit, which pulsed as he did it.

When Toji slowly pushed inside of you, your hole was stretching to shape his cock and he couldn’t help but to groan at the feeling of your tightness around him. You winced at the feeling of him stretching you out.

“ Ohhh.”, Toji groaned into your ear.

He sat there and let you get used to the feeling of him inside of you while slowly moving more into you until his cock disappeared into you, well tried to. Your legs were beginning to feel heavy so you lowered them only for him to hook his arms around your thighs to hold them up. The heavy feeling wasn’t there like that since he was holding them but you couldn’t even think before he was sucking on your neck as he thurst inside of your dripping cunt, “ haa, this feels so amazing.”

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he finally hit your g-spot and that’s when you knew you fucked up because he seen your weakness. Not that he didn’t see it any other time, just this time he’s actually taking in everything at once. It’s a little frustrating but he could get the job done.

“ Augh, Toji, fuck me, pleaseee!”, You moaned. He took that as an opportunity to hold your neck on the point of holding your legs too. He chuckled afore fucking into your sobbing pussy calmly but harshly. Every thrust was met with a loud slapping sound but it was slow.

The way his cock dragged along your melting walls was enough for you to moan louder than before, “ Ahnnn fuck, fuck, fuck!! Toji, it’s too big, fuck! You’re piercing is ahhh shit!” Toji smiled and took that like a diamond mysteriously found in his safe, it made his ego boost and hisself happier.

“ Ahh yes! That’s right bunny, now take my cock, it’s only a certain amount of time you have until you orgasm, why not make it the best? Hmm.”, Toji moans before biting your ear. His pants were so loud but he wasn’t stopping as he fucked you with a pace you couldn’t resist the feeling of. The sound of his cock inside of your pussy was heaven to both him and you. Your skin slapped against each other as he started grinding against your cervix.

You were scared of him going inside of it, but from the way you two held eye contact in the mirror told you everything you needed to know because he got you, “ You think I’m gonna hurt you, Ahh fuck! you’re fucking gripping me too tight, loosen up.” You relaxed and let him move properly again, his pace was so good, it wasn’t fast nor was it slow. It was in between. You were so glad you picked 7

Toji had you in his favorite position: full Nelson and he wasn’t gonna let this moment go to waste, “ uuuh shit, I wanna fuck a baby into you so bad, look at that, could you picture it. Bringing a baby in this world, raising them to be completely different from our- unghh yes yes baby, I could feel you tighten up around me, you like that thought huh?- Ohh, the baby is gonna grow up in a peaceful world with a loving family to surround them, what do you say, Angel?”

You thought he was just talking so you didn’t answer him, you instead rolled your head back at the thought of him filling you up, you needed it. Toji didn’t like that you didn’t respond so he decided to take it up a notch, to a scale of 8 really. He suddenly moved his hands to the back of your head and lifted the both of you to slide you semi off the chair.

Screams of pleasure erupted followed by the sound of skin clapping repeatedly after it, the sound could be heard throughout the jet and the flight attendant couldn’t do anything but shake her head. She thought you needed it because as long as she’s been working with you for the past two weeks, you’ve been stressed out from taking trips overseas. She put her headphones in while you were practically begging Toji to cum inside you.

“ Toji, please, please, please, I wanna cum and I wanna do it together, I want you to cum inside of me, please sir.”, You moaned.

“ Play with your nipples while I bring us to an orgasm we both deserve. Look at you, clenching around me, so intensely, you’re such a good little slut!”, Toji whispered into your ear as his balls were now hitting your sensitive clit making you squirt around him.

Your screams were music to his ears as you squirted on his dick and on the mirror in front of you, “ Ahhh! Ahhhn fuck, I’m not done, I’m not done.” Your moans were pornographic and that right there made him snap his hips three times before pumping your pussy full of cum.

You came around him, even after squirting on him. You were both, he was the only one that got that out of you. The only one who could do it.

Toji's moans were ruff and loud, “ Hugh! Hhn! Shit, I’m pumping you full of my cum, so now it’s definitely a possibility to get pregnant if you aren’t on birth control.” You were panting loudly while laying on his sweaty chest. Toji rubbed circles on your stomach before you both met eye contact in the mirror saying, “ I love you.”

You both smiled before he kissed your cheek, but he stopped when he heard what you said next, “ We can try for a child the next time we have sex, I think I’m ready, I’m not getting much younger and it’s time for me to take the final step to heal myself. Toji, I need you to know this isn’t gonna be ea-”

Toji held your neck as he kissed you on your lips. It was soft and passionate, “ I know, I know, but I’m willing to try. Thank you baby.”

You chuckled before looking back at yourself in the mirror and then peering at Toji, “ How come you got so many nicknames for me? And did you figure out the one you need to hunt down, I think my hint was very clear.”

Toji sat there confused until you stuck your tongue out to hint at the dead vibrating piercing, “ Ahh shit, just when I was finally beginning to like vibran, now I have to bring you his head, great.”

You giggled before kissing him, “ See all you needed to do is stop worrying about minor stuff and stop doubting yourself. I thought we had this talk with the other target?”

“ I know. I know baby and to answer the nickname question, it’s because I love you, trust me I never had any nicknames for anyone else except my son.” When he got done saying that he kissed your forehead with love and admiration.

He was the man you needed in your dark life and you were the woman he needed and wanted in his.

Cliche and corny? Yes.

Love? Yes!

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A pretty little nightingale...

Part 1

Alastor x female reader (sorry gents and non-binary pals, I'll do you next!)

Masterlist AN: An idea I've been obsessed with recently...sorry if it's bad. Dividers from our lovely @saradika-graphics Warnings: Mention of Violence

"Sometimes I stare at my ceiling for so long that I forget where I am. I forget I am in a fiery pit where at any moment a knife could be jabbed into my shoulders or back and twisted. At any moment I could be killed, kidnapped, tortured, or even feasted upon. Would I taste good? Would my killers be satisfied with my death or would they too be disappointed in what I could have been for them? And even now as my alarm goes off, I wonder where my soul would go if I did one night, not wake up."

The morning in hell was pretty normal to the morning's you were alive. Wake up, get ready, go downstairs to the club, dance and sing. That beautiful structure, belting one's heart to an audience every day with no worry.

Until you found yourself doing the same thing, but in your afterlife. In hell. You will forever curse yourself because who else would you blame for your eternal damnation?

As you walked down the stairs to the dark empty club, the other performers were there already practicing.

"Look who rolled out of bed! And how is our princessa this morning?" Dante spoke, he was an insufferable demon to be around this early in the morning, and that Spanish accent rolled off his tongue right into his trumpet. He was a beautiful demon; all the musicians were. It made you wonder why such pretty boys were stuck down here with you.

You smiled at him before speaking, "doing just fine til you opened your mouth, save your air for the horn." Another musician whose name was Hernando, forced everyone to refer to him as Sir Pesci for some weird reason then spoke with a laugh in his voice. "As if saving his air would help him sound better!"-"Hey Hernando, did your mom get the flores I sent her?" Dante suddenly spoke. "Ahhh, vaffanculo," the Italian man cursed back as he waved his hands dismissively at Dante.

You laughed at the scene as the other band members didn't understand a word being said under the accents before they all turned to you. It was warm-up time and it would go on for at least three hours.

By the time the jazz club was about to open you had dolled yourself up. The servers and bartenders had finally rolled in.

Throughout your shift many older sinners had trotted in at the sound of the music. But as you went to take a break in-between songs Dante came up to you. "Y/N, apparently some big shot wants to talk to you backstage."

You looked at him curiously, "Why m-" but you were cut off by your boss. He was an arrogant man who cared less for what others thought of him unless they were giving him money or popularity. One time just to get him to hear you when you complained about fixing the door in your dressing room, you had to pay him twenty bucks. He was built like a bull and like a bull, he sometimes charged in without thought or reason.

"Y/n let's go, got a big customer who wants to meet you!" he dragged you away with his bulky hands. Dante gave you a shrug as he walked off.

Alastor's POV:

It was a normal day in hell, he strutted down the road cane in hand. He was on his way to the cannibal colony to meet with Rosie.

When demons saw him they would jump into traffic or even through windows to avoid his gaze. His devilish constant smile sent even the tougher, bigger demons groveling.

As he was walking though, his ears twitched. The sound of jazz, but more prominent, a beautiful voice. He could recognize the song immediately, Heatwaves, by Ethel Waters. He followed the voice around the corner of the street and saw some demons trickling into a club. He twirled his cane in interest and his smile became wider.

He walked towards the bouncers, two of the biggest mobsters stood strong and firm, but one look at Alastor made them sweat. "Good'ay my good gents, tell me what is this fine establishment about then?" A little hint of Alastors transatlantic southern accent sprung like cattails in a bayou.

One of the bouncers spoke in an almost whisper, "It's The Spotted Fawn jazz club, sir." Alastor's smile widened in interest again. "Well, pay me no mind gentleman, I simply will be taking a look around." And with that, he walked past them and a second later one of the bouncers told the big boss.

He walked in, it smelled of rye and smoke. He loved the atmosphere, it was like he was in New Orleans all over again.

Then your voice struck his ears like lightning. He looked over towards the stage, jazz musicians playing behind you as you sang. Your h/l h/c hair bouncing as you swayed your hips to your own song.

Your boss had interrupted his train of thoughts, "Why I wouldn't have expected the radio demon to be in my club-welcome sir." He offered his hand to shake and Alastor's smile twisted as he ignored his hand. "Charming establishment you have here sir! I appreciate people who are still following the more traditional...ways." Alastor spoke his eyes wandering back to you as you danced on stage with one of the musicians.

"Say, my good man, who is that lovely dame singing?" Alastor inquired as he twirled his cane. "That'd be y/n sir, one of my finer performers." Y/n....your name twirled circles in his mind. You were gorgeous, as was your voice.

And for the first time in a while, since his mother and Rosie, he felt admiration for a woman. He spoke again, "Well I would love to meet h-" he was cut off. "2k upfront," was all the bull-built man said. Alastor's neck basically snapped as he looked at him, "Excuse me?" he said. "I don't trust any of you overlords and the last thing my performers need is the attention from one of you causing them, or me, problems. You wanna talk to her? Pay me or strike a deal sir." This bull had no class it made Alastor cackle. "Normally I'd kill you where you stand, but because I'm feeling generous about how lovely this establishment I'll let you off with a warning. Talk like that again towards me and I'll pull your guts out and serve them to your customers." His radio static backed his voice like a snarling panther. "Now about this deal, tell me what do you desire?" "Follow me we talk business in the back." The bull led Alastor away.

The bull brought her into his office, where Alastor was sitting. Her eyes widened a little, but she quickly sat down. "I was told you wanted to speak with me?" she asked. They were alone now.

EN: Hi guys so I like this idea, I was gonna make a part two, but let me know what you think!

#alastor the radio demon #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #x reader #hellaverse #alastor altruist #radio demon #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor x reader

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💟Being the girlfriend of bsd characters💟

Dazai Osamu ♡Oddly enough, Dazai is monogamous. Despite all those tackles to waitresses and other girls, it was all not serious for him. Just for fun, to brighten up your days. But with your appearance in his life, Osamu stopped any flirtations, tackles and suggestions of double suicide. If he does any of this, it's only to annoy you a little😉 ♡Dazai is an eloquent guy, so compliments from him 24/7. I'm already silent about the frequent ambiguous and vulgar jokes in your address, with which he loves to embarrass you. In addition, Dazai is a tactile person and just loves to hug you or touch you somehow, no matter where you are. So for the fact that the brown-haired man distracts you from work, he often gets not weak kicks from Kunikida with shouts about not suffering from bullshit, but going to work ... ♡With the appearance of you in his life and the realization that he sincerely and strongly loves you, he completely forgot about suicide. Dazai has finally found his meaning in life. The one for which he will live and not just live, but enjoy every minute spent with you ♡"I always lose what I don't want to lose." Osamu is terribly afraid of losing you and the case of Odasaku pops up in his memory every time, causing fear to ignite more and more in his soul. And even more, the former mobster is finishing off the realization that he will definitely never be able to come to terms with your death Esper has a very romantic nature and manages to surprise you with something new every time. And the sincerity of delight and the smile on your face can't help but make him smile back. ♡Can't cook, but how she dances. It is better not to let the brown-haired man near the stove at all, otherwise your apartment is Khan. At best, there are mountains of dirty dishes and the whole kitchen is covered in scraps of food, and at worst, he will give it up. So it's better for you to cook, but it's better to order at home for general safety. ♡I am ready to help you with anything except reports (there are Atsushi for this)) ♡Your pastime takes place in different ways. Although most often you walk around the city at night holding hands and introduce a casual conversation ♡If you are at least a couple of centimeters shorter than him, then get ready that Dazai will tease you every day, just give a reason. Of course, it will not be as tough to joke as over Chuya, but more gently. But if he really hurts you, he will beg your forgiveness with sweets and hugs As for jealousy on his part, he trusts you, although if there is a guy hanging around who didn't realize the first time that you were busy, then Osamu will immediately glare at the guy angrily and he's already gone • On your part, jealousy doesn't really arise either. Dazai does not give any reasons for this. Although, as I said earlier, he can get a little annoyed and lead to jealousy by flirting with some girl as a joke. ♡•When Dazai is sick, it's something. He's still a malingerer. He likes to attract your attention to himself by any means. His knee hurts, and he's already pretending to be lying down • But when you're sick, then Dazai is ready to run around with you even all day and he doesn't care that he can get infected (but I don't care if I get sick. I'll be able to put cans on my own~). In general, you recover and then the esper goes on sick leave. ♡With Dazai, you will definitely never be bored. In addition, he loves you immensely and appreciates you. And it is worth valuing above all, because you are his only meaning of life, the one for which he is ready to sacrifice everything he has

Chuya Nakahara ♤Like his former partner, Chuya is very devoted to his beloved ♤Loyalty is loyalty, but Nakahara is literally your mommy. Then the neckline is too deep, then she dressed too coldly, then short. - It's too short. I told you at least a millimeter above the knees immediately no - Maybe I should dress like a nun or put on a potato sack? - Sounds good... - ... I'm going to throw something at you now ... in general, your life is saturated in terms of choosing clothes. Well, at least you'll walk stylishly ♤No matter how it sounds now, but with your appearance, Chuya realized that for him the mafia is in second place. That without you, he just existed, believing that his whole life should be devoted to serving the Port Mafia. And he is grateful to you that you, one might say, help him to live, not to coexist and, moreover, enjoy every moment, even insignificant ♤Like Dazai, Chuya is afraid of losing you. Every day he is worried about the fear that one of the enemies will find out about you and cause harm. He can't help but think of nothing but your safety. He literally shielded you from his work for as long as possible ♤Of course, Chuya is not as eloquent as his former partner, but he is no less romantic. Whenever possible, he takes you to restaurants, buys your favorite flowers, expensive jewelry, toys. All for the sake of making you happy. And remember your ride on his bike through the night city? Romantic movies with their scripts smoke on the sidelines compared to this. ♤ you cook at home often, because Chuya goes to work early and he has no time to do it, but when he has a day off, he is ready to get up early in order to cook you breakfast in bed. ♤ If you need help, then Nakahara will help you right away, even if you didn't need his help. ♤Your pastime also goes differently, because unlike Dazai, Chuya works at work, and not just dragging his time fooling around. He often comes home tired and he definitely does not have time for walks and other things, Usually you both lie on the couch in front of the TV, watching some movie or TV series, under which you both hug and fall asleep ♤•Jealousy on his part. Here it is more difficult than with Dazai. And it's not that Chuya doesn't trust you. He is sure that you will not change him, but his short temper makes itself felt. So I don't envy the guy who decided to try his luck by approaching you. Nakahara will tear him to pieces on the spot • Just like Dazai Nakahara does not give any reason for jealousy. He doesn't even flirt with someone in jest to annoy you a little. He immediately makes it clear to any girl that he is busy and therefore there is no point in being jealous ♤•It is also difficult for Chuya to get sick, since he is still a workaholic and can go to work with a 40 degree temperature. So during the illness, you literally chain him to bed and force him to be treated. He may worry for a while, but then he will accept it and even notice for himself that it's not so bad to be sick. You take care of him and he can take a little break from his work • When you're sick, Chuya literally gives up on his work and goes to treat you. Of course, not without indignation that he told you to dress warmer, and you didn't listen to him. ♤Chuya may seem very strict in many things, but that's only because he values you very much. With you, the mafia realized what it means to be truly happy and loved.

Rampo Edogawa ■In a word, a big kid, not a guy. And with that, a very capricious child and I'm not exaggerating now. Don't understand what's going on in his head. If he suddenly gets something into his head, he will take out your nerves until you do as he asks. ■His self-esteem is also going through the roof. He just likes to brag about his deduction. Rampo can't help but show off in front of you how his director begged to solve another case, since no one else could do it, and he is a great detective coped with it in a second ■If you are a huge lover of goodies, like Edogawa, then all your hiding places with stashes from the guy will be found, and what is in sight will be eaten. But if you don't really like sweets, then this also doesn't really bother the detective. He'll get more. But you can not read Rampo's lectures, he will not refuse sweets. ■Edogawa is still a sly one. Thanks to his deduction, he always knows what kind of complement would be appropriate to make. Do you have a new hairstyle? It suits you very well. Highlights your beautiful eyes. A new dress? It wouldn't look better on anyone but you~ ■The detective is a very tactile guy. He just loves hugging you, leaving fleeting kisses on your face or just holding your hands in his. He is like a cat demanding attention from you and often sulks at you for not noticing him at all because of your affairs. ■Cooking is not his forte, but he is a pro at stealing ingredients. So you literally push Rampo out of the kitchen so that he doesn't eat everything and you have something to cook from, especially if you're cooking something sweet ■There is not much hope for help either. Rampo can help you only if he wants to show off his brilliant mind and deduction once again ■You have one pastime. At home, under a warm blanket with sweets, watch TV. You rarely go for a walk, because you only have to distract yourself for a second, and Edogawa is already gone. Then he calls you and says he's lost. Twenty-five again🤦🏻 ■•There is no jealousy on his part, since Rampo trusts you, plus, again, his super deduction, and how can you exchange the best detective for someone else. This is unthinkable! •There is also no jealousy on your part, since Edogawa does not give a reason for this. And with his very arrogant character, who would dare to try his luck? Detective, if only to be jealous, then it will be sweets, or to himself ■• As I said, Rampo is still a capricious child, so he also gets sick like a child. Then the medicine is bitter, then it's too cold, then it's hot, then he wants your attention, then something else. In general, you run around with him all day and only at night, when he falls asleep, you rest • If you are sick, then Edogawa will try to help you get back on your feet. He knows what medications you need to take, will cover you with all the blankets that are in the house and will try to cook you a hot soup. The keyword is "try". ■Yes, it's not easy to get along with a great detective under the same roof, but he loves you and tries to make you feel comfortable with him. Edogawa always knows when you have a load on your heart and is ready to listen to you and help, no matter what it costs him.

#hedcanon #bungo stray dogs #bsd #bsd rampo #bsd edogawa rampo #dazai osamu #bsd chuuya #chuuya nakahara #rampo x reader #chuuya x reader #dazai x reader #bungou stray dogs dazai

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uninformedartist · 7 months

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Remember seeing way back when I was still in fandom a fan interpretation or rather design of mammon and love it to this day.

Design belongs to:

Like I want THIS mammon ༼;´༎ຶ ۝ ༎ຶ༽ oh my goodness, the fans really out here making designs 10 times better than Viv, he's giving class, evil mobster, big chunky hunky energy like hmmmm amazing design.

Also found this old tweet of D*ni draws 🙄🙄🙄

I thank the good Lord every day for making me see the light of this infested fandom, really giving fatphobic vibes and Viv liked this tweet, tf. And saying the fandom will quote struggle, this fandom legit had to be prepared by Viv relesing mammon's design cos he's "plus sized" (again the mf aint plus sized). My soul what the actual fuck, this fandom and Viv is so allergic to seeing and Viv's case drawing another body type. Viv had to take a year to release the final design from the initial silhouette teaser, so used to seeing/drawing skinny twigs and slim thick this body type would send them, Viv especially this woman really has something again drawing plus sized characters, real plus sized characters.

Also shan't have disrespect on Clown from nightmare before Christmas 😤😤😤 the man is glorious.

#vivziepop critical #helluva boss critical #my post #spindlehorse critical #helluva boss criticism #not my art

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Between a rock and a hard place (3)

Summary: You are in big trouble and in need of money. Two wolves are more than willing to help you. For a price…

Pairing: Mobster!Walter Marshall x fem!Reader x Mobster!August Walker

Warnings: angst, language, power imbalance, debts, scared reader, groping, gaslighting, darkfic, both brothers are not nice guys, mafia au

Between a rock and a hard place (2)

Between a rock and a hard place masterlist

He’s looming over you like a dark shadow. The eternal darkness eating the light left in your life. You must watch him take over every single aspect of your life. Even the clothes you’re wearing.

Today he wants you to wear a floral print satin babydoll dress. The V-neck and back reveal a little too much skin for your liking, and it’s too short, but you don't have a say in what you wear any longer.

“If you are good today, I’ll talk August out of his plan,” Walter nuzzles his face in your neck. He nips at the tender skin, causing a shudder to run through your body. You press your legs together and try to ignore the tingling in your clit.

The bastard with angel eyes has this influence on you. Whenever his brother threatens you, Walter is there to protect you. He hasn’t touched you yet – not the way you expected him to do.

He’s a little more subtle. A little peck here, and gentle massage there. Walter is like a wolf toying with its prey. It’s hard to not fall for his protectiveness and soft words. He’s no better than his brother, but you are less scared of what he’s going to do to you.

“I’ll be good,” you don’t recognize your own voice any longer. It sounds so meek and broken when you dare to speak at all.

“Good girl,” he murmurs and presses a soft kiss to your neck. “You’ve been so good for me, little lamb. I think you will be my perfect doll to play with soon enough. You shudder again when he moves his hand under your dress to cup your pussy. “No panties, just how I like it.”

“Yes, Sir,” you whisper. You don’t dare to call Walter by his name. He didn’t allow you to do so, and you don’t want to end up in August’s hands because of a stupid mistake. As long as Walter is interested in you, he’ll offer protection. - At least you hope so.

The brothers are both equally evil and vile. Deep down inside you know that Walter is not better than August. But right now, he has you in his clutches, and obedience is your only way to survival.

“Smile, and don’t make a fuss,” Walter tuts while ushering you inside the club. “Relax. I won’t let anyone but August touch you, little lamb.”

You’re not sure you can trust Walter. He smirks like the devil himself as the girls at the club gawk at you in his embrace.

They don’t know that you are not with him on free terms. He owns you. Body, soul, and life. If not for Walter, you’d be sucking dick at the club like all the other girls.

“They don’t have what you have, lamb,” he muses when you stiffen in his embrace. All the angry looks thrown your way make you nervous. “Jealousy doesn’t suit a woman, you know. I get bored easily and move on to the next girl.”

His words send you spiraling. If he gets bored easily – how long will he protect you from his brother and his plans for you? Will he protect you from August at all? Or will he push you into his brother’s arms tonight and tell him this was all a big joke?

If so, you are the butt of the joke.

“Oh,” is all you get out.

“You are special, of course. A cute little innocent lamb for me to ruing. I have all these plans for you and your ripe body,” Walter doesn’t know that your knees buckle and that you are close to going for a sprint. “Did your husband ever fuck you on a breeding bench? Damn, I bet I can make your legs shake in no time. on that thing.”

“No,” you squeak when a hand suddenly gropes your ass. Walter is less subtle and more touchy tonight. “He didn’t want kids.”

“Baby,” Walter dips his head to whisper in your ear, “a breeding bench is for fun, not to get you pregnant. I’m not crazy enough to knock a toy up.”

That’s all you are to Walter. A fragile toy he can use to his liking and break beyond repair.

“OH!” You nod and feel like a fool. You’re so inexperienced when it comes to more than vanilla sex. “I see…”

Your recently deceased husband wasn’t adventurous in the bedroom. A blowjob and he was snoring next to you while you tried to get off, imagining one of those hunks from the awfully written erotic novels you’d love to read.

“Aw, you are so cute and innocent. A pity I didn’t get the chance to plug your flower before your husband came into the picture,” he cups your chin and runs his thumb over your lower lip. You open your mouth and allow him to push his digit into your mouth. “I’ll ruin you and make you my whore.”

You hold his gaze, and lick over his thumb, just like you remember from a juicy scene in one of your novels. He hums and runs his thumb over your tongue.

“Walter,” his brother exasperated says behind your back. “You’re fucking late!”

“I was on time,” Walter lowers himself to press his lips to the corner of your mouth. “You let us wait. Now I’m in the mood for something sweeter than business.”

August exhales sharply. He still doesn’t like that his brother called dips on you. August crosses his arms over his chest and glares at his brother.

“Walter,” he grunts. “Can you at least pretend that you are interested in more than a wet cunt.”

“Watch your tongue around my little lamb,” Walter turns around to glare at his brother. “We are here, aren’t we? Let’s go to the VIP area and talk about business. Y/N can keep me company.”

“Fine. Follow me,” August says and jerks his head toward the less crowded area at the club. “If she’s making a scene, she’ll end up in the special room.”

“Such a good girl for me,” Walter praises while you try to remain silent and not squirm in his lap.

He wanted you to straddle his lap, and to rest your head against his shoulder. Now he’s running his big hand over your back to lull you into safety once again.

“Walter, can you stop playing with your new toy? We came here for business!” August squares his jaw. He doesn’t like that you cling to his brother, nor the fact that his cock strains against his pants at your submissive behavior.

“I told you,” he murmurs another praise before turning his attention toward his brother, “I won’t do business with that douche. Hansen can get fucked.”

“Hansen knows how to do business,” August bites back. “He’s reliable.”

“He’s a sociopath, brother,” Walter grunts. “You know that. He’s out of control, and last time he didn’t get the job done!”

August sighs deeply but nods. “Fine. The next point on the agenda is your little toy.”

“I won’t let her work at the club,” your self-declared protector growls. “She’s mine. I won’t share with the creeps at your club.”

“Hmm…what about me?” August rises from his seat to stand in front of his brother. He pats your head and smirks. “Is she ready to get spread by two cocks, brother?”

Part 4

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#walter marshall #august walker #darkfic #mafia au #walter marshall x reader #august walker x reader #Between a rock and a hard place (3)

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correlance · 2 months

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Headcanon: Husk was a world-class poker player in 1960s Las Vegas, but was also involved with the mafia, which was a major force to be reckoned with in the city until the 1980s and 1990s. He lived for the thrill of rolling the dice, besting the brainiest mobsters, and winning a well-earned pot for his efforts...all while having the occasional affair with their wives, seducing them with his suave, charm, and bravado.

After becoming one of the most famous players in the world, and with "Lady Luck" on his side, he won affections of a famous Vegas showgirl and dancer (I'll use the name "Petronilla", or "Nellie", for her in this post), who he fell madly in love with. However, one fateful day, "Nellie" died in what appeared to be a suicide, her body found bloody, bruised, and battered at the bottom of a high-rise casino...but rumors abound that Nellie's death was not a suicide, but the revenge of a mob boss who has been publicly humiliated in being bested by Husk.

Husk fell into a deep depression after Nellie's death, and took to drinking from the bottle after that. He lost interest in what was once his pride and joy, and before long, he lost everything by gambling away his savings. He eventually died in 1970, and went to Hell for being a swindler and a cheat; and, as his punishment for the sin of adultery ("tomcat"), he took on the form of a winged feline demon.

Much to Husk's horror, his beloved Nellie, too, ended up in Hell; and, not only that, but as one of the many playthings of Vox and Valentino, the two "Vees". In exchange for power and fame in Hell, as well as protection, she had sold her soul, and became Valentino's star attraction, luring other sinners into also selling their souls to the Vees with the false promise of sleeping with the beautiful, sensual dancer.

At first, Husk thought that, by becoming an Overlord, he could win Nellie's soul back from Valentino. However, just when Husk had enough power to gamble for Nellie's soul, he was rejected by his beloved; who, despite being offered her freedom, still chose Valentino. In the end, Husk lost his own soul in a card game against Alastor, the Radio Demon. It was through this soul pact that Husk met Angel Dust, another soul enslaved by Valentino...and saw through the same false facade that his lost love had lost her identity over the years to.

Thus, Husk, against his better judgement, made a promise to himself that, even though he couldn't save Nellie from Valentino's clutches, perhaps he could help Anthony free himself from his own shackles.

#hazbin hotel headcanon #hazbin hotel #husk #husker #hazbin hotel husk #husk hazbin hotel #hazbin husk #husk hazbin #hazbin husker #huskerdust #husk is pansexual and possibly polyamorous in this headcanon

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marihem · 6 months

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burn the page, my little dark age

A little TMDG edit for the soul hehe

The Most Dangerous Game and art - @the-writing-mobster

Ac - nessuki on IG

#edit #woa meriah's first edit to ever get posted publicly??😱#i was bullied into posting this lol /lh #anyways yeah i'm proud of how this turned out too #tmdg #the most dangerous game #frans #toxic frans #sk! sans #final! frisk #frisk #sans #sansfrisk

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aftgficrec · 11 days

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My favorite fics are soft andriel, and teen andriel.

Here’s my recs:

Raised on little light by maqicien

Falling is a lot like drowning by chaoticas_hell

This wasn’t in the prophecy (series) by Arirmis

(Account locked) Raise me up so you can watch me fall by Yes_No_ofcourse

And this last one is angst and dark but I do love it

Hiding scars under exy gear By rinz

Wow, that’s a lot of recs in one submission! Usually we just get one or two 🤣. - S

You can find some of those fics here:

‘Raised on Little Light’ here (since updated)

‘Falling Is A Lot Like Drowning’ here (since updated)

‘Raise me up so you can watch me fall’ here (locked, now complete)

This wasn’t in the prophecy by Arirmis [Rated T/M, 73294 words, incomplete, last updated Feb 2024]

Percy Jackson AU where all of the foxes are demigods, Andrew meets Neil shortly after his mom dies, and joins him on the run instead of going back to camp. Part one spans from their first meeting to their first kiss; Part two will take place a few years later, when certain circumstances force them to return to camp, and Andrew has to deal with what he left behind, on top of their current problem. While both fics should be able to be read individually, it does make more sense if you read them in order :)

Part 1: Cross your fingers, here we go (T, 25037 words, complete)

Millport is a horrible, dry as fuck little town in the vast nothingness of the dust hole that is Arizona, and Andrew hates it with vigor. He has been tracking a horde of Manticores for weeks now, and isn’t that something? A half-blood having to chase after the monsters. He is starting to feel like one of Renee’s hunters, when Andrew is pretty sure the nasty scorpion-cats should want to kill him more then he wants to kill them. Or, Andrew expected to find all sorts of things on his first quest. He didn’t expect a twitchy, blue-eyed half-blood with monsters on his heels, and he surely didn’t expect to fall in love with him.

tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: implied/referenced rape/non-con, tw: implied/referenced torture, tw: implied/referenced self harm, tw: child neglect, tw: assumed character death

Part 2: Mortal Bodies, Timeless Souls (M, 48257 words, incomplete)

„Minyard! Get your ass up and put some armor on! Abby, Greene, get the infirmary in shape, border control just spotted a motherfucking Drakon in the woods!“ As if Wymack’s order triggered it, a ear grating screech echoes all the way to the big house. The camp counselor curses. „Move it people, there are half-bloods out there that need to get to safety!“ Or, for two and a half years, Aaron has been grieving the brother he buried, only to learn now, that Andrew is very much alive. He also has a scarred little shithead in tow, that Aaron wants to punch in the face regularily. Life is fun like that.

tw: blood, tw: violence, tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: implied/referenced rape/non-con, tw: implied/referenced torture, tw: implied/referenced self harm, tw: child neglect, tw: assumed character death, tw: vomit

Hiding scars (under exy gear) by rinz [Rated M, 34309 words, incomplete, last updated March 2024]

Juggling a mobster serial killer household and high school is harder than Neil had anticipated. and that goth kid on the roof really needs to mind his own business. OR a high school AU where neil and mary never run from nathan and neil meets the foxes in private high school instead.

tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: implied/referenced self harm, tw: imlied/referenced torture, tw: graphic violence

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enchantedbarnes · 4 months

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Recommendations #2 💌

Well hello again. Just in case you make your way through my first list, here's some more reading material for you 😉

I went digging to find some past gems - these lists are also partly selfish so I can go back and re-read them easily.

💖 Thank you to all of these creators for all the writing you've shared with us. I very much appreciate all of you! 💖

And to all you readers out there, I hope you enjoy and send some love to all of these beautiful writers 🥰

If you haven't already, you can check out my first Recommendation List - Here ❤️‍🔥 make sure they get all of the love too

Caught In The Fire by @dreamwritesimagines

Pairing: Mobster! Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: In a city ruled by gangsters, nothing is ever simple.

Delicate Edges by @wkemeup

Pairing: Bucky x reader (Biker!AU)

Summary: Your family’s beloved flower shop was not the only thing you inherited when your parents passed. Trapped under a mountain of debt to the Hydra club, you bear the cost of your father’s desperate bargain. It’s only in moments when the charming Bucky Barnes walks into your shop that you can forget the cruelty of the biker clubs of this town. But a war is brewing. The border is crumbling. You're trapped in the middle. And Bucky will stop at nothing to keep you safe.

Sunrise by @wkemeup

Parings: Bucky x Reader (veteran!bucky x librarian!reader)

Summary: After an explosion takes his arm and his only sense of belonging, Bucky is discharged from active duty and sent back to civilian life. Left with a storm of unchecked guilt, Bucky is content to live out the rest of his days in the hollow comfort of the dark. This is, until Sam drags him down to the local VA and he meets you. (Modern AU)

In the Embers by @foreverindreamlandd

Pairing: Firefighter!Bucky x Fem!Plus Size!Adopted Rogers!Reader

Summary: It’s been years since you’ve been home, and you didn’t expect it to be in the aftermath of your life falling apart. Though much has changed over time, one thing has stayed the same: Bucky Barnes is still the boy next door, and there’s no running from him now.

Awake My Soul by @foreverindreamlandd

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary: It's been five years since the zombies started invading, and despite everything you've been through, you've survived up until this point. And now you must survive your most dangerous challenge yet...the grumpy, untrusting, captivating Bucky Barnes.

Check out their Bucky masterlist 😍 -> Here

Beneath the Milky Twilight by @bucksangel

Pairing: Ceo!Bucky Barnes x Personal Assistant!Reader (Sugarbaby!AU)

Summary: Being Mr. Barnes’ personal assistant has been tough, balancing a full time job while taking care of your younger brothers has you running yourself thin. Then, things take a sharp turn after a dinner with your boss when you disclose your financial situation.

‘The Road Goes Ever On and On’ by @rocketrhap3000

Pairings & Characters: Bucky Barnes x singlemom!reader, Natasha Romanoff, Sam Wilson (eventually), and OC three year old Jasper :)

Summary: Life as a single mother of a three year old certainly has its struggles. But when a sweet stranger makes his way into you and your little boy’s life, a one of a kind connection sparks.

Yours, Mine, Ours by @coffeecatsandcandles

Pairing: singledad!Bucky Barnes x singlemom!pediatrician!Reader

Summary: Bucky Barnes has been raising his girls, Rebecca and Winnie, for the last two years. He'd lost all hope of falling in love again until he met you, a pediatrician with two children of your own- Elliot and Willow. He falls in love and he falls hard, but the challenges of being single parents still weigh on you both at times. Luckily, you'll always have each other.

Also you need to go read their entire Masterlist

Mob!Bucky x Fairy Masterlist by @kinanabinks

Pairing: 18+ | Mob!Bucky x Best Friend!Reader

the adventures of bucky and his little fairy.

Appointments by @noctumbra (prev buckycuddlebuddy)

Pairing: tfatws!bucky barnes x reader

Summary: in which bucky gets a fuck buddy and rediscovers his body’s needs and himself in the twenty-first century.

We Fell in Love in October by @noctumbra (prev buckycuddlebuddy)

Pairing: farmer!bucky barnes x reader

Summary: in which october brings love for bucky with his favorite season surrounding him.

As It Was, Baby (AO3) by @nexusnyx

Pairing: Neighbor Bucky x Reader

Summary: Living right across from James Barnes was certainly an experience, but a much different one than most people expect. A neighbour who is respectful, funny and brings you food every now and then is any girl's dream. Too bad you're only his neighbour and nothing else. Or, at least, that's what you thought.

One stormy night changes everything and discovering that you mean more to the Sargent than you expected has life-altering consequences.

Bring Me to Life by @nameless-ken

Pairing: Dad!Bucky x reader

Summary: Bucky is a struggling single father trying to take care of his daughter when a stranger welcomes them into her home and brings a gentle love back into their life.

Masterlist for nameless-ken -> Here

Unexpected by @nameless-ken

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Summary: Our mutual friend dropped out of this trip at the last minute, so hi I guess we’re spending the next two weeks together.

The Bienville by @indyluckycharlie

Pairing: Modern AU Bucky Barnes x Reader

(Island/CEO!AU)

Summary: Bucky is the young CEO of his family’s publishing house. A year into the role and working his ass off, he’s finally taking a much needed vacation (upon the advice of his well-meaning family and friends).

Solo and feeling a little lost, Bucky finds himself getting a little attached to the front desk receptionist, a local who grew up on the islands and dreams of bigger things.

All You Need by @barnesafterglow

Pairing: publisher!bucky x author!reader

Summary: just after finishing college and your first novel, you meet bucky barnes - a friend of a friend, a publisher, and hopefully something more

No Day But Today by @buckysfaveplum

Pairing: bucky barnes x artist!female reader

Summary: bucky finds himself enamored with the girl upstairs who paints on the fire escape.

(loosely inspired by mimi and roger from rent)

Brotherhood and Bullets Masterlist by @rookthorne

Pairing: Biker!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

The 107th motorcycle club has been the protector of their collective hometown for many, many years - shouldering all the bloodshed and loss that came with it. Little did you know, you'd become the President's own twisted version of an angel on his shoulder; the tips of your angelic wings tinged red by your own demons.

Check out rookthorne's full masterlist -> Here

The Old Man's Grocery Order (AO3) by yarnforbrains

Pairing: James "Bucky" Barnes/Reader

Summary: The grocery order was the same every week, and every week it came with the same instructions: Don’t ring the bell. Leave it and go.

It wasn’t the most polite message, but that’s about what you expected from someone with a grocery list like this...You figured it was an older man.

Our Home to Heal by @subwaysurf45

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: working at the VA, you’ve found your place. helping people in the sobriety unit as well as cooking for the food bank, the VA had everything for you. Bucky Barnes has a not-so-good first impression but after dealing with a dark recent past he finds you to help him heal.

Snow by @delaber

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Tired of your constant bickering, Sam sends you and Bucky on a mission alone. When the worst possible outcome happens and you’re forced to spend several days together in a small cabin, you finally get to see a different, more pleasurable side to the man whose flesh you’ve always had a thorn in.

Finding Home by @jobean12-blog

Pairing: Beefy!Bucky x reader (Animal Rescue AU)

Summary: You meet Bucky while he’s out walking Alpine in the city. It’s love at first sight and to make it even better he just opened up an Animal Rescue, Shelter to Solider. But will his past stand in the way of him finally finding his home.

Stud and Smartie Universe by @navybrat817

Pairing: Mechanic Roommate!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader (Stud and Smartie)

AU Summary: You're crazy about your handsome roommate. Luckily, he feels the same way about you.

Your Hands Have Made Some Good Mistakes by @thenhewaswrongaboutme

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Bucky has to spend six months locked up with a stranger. His teammates went on an international press tour and left him behind. They hired someone to supervise him, per the conditions of his pardon— a roommate, they said. A roommate?

Happy New Year

and Happy Reading!

(Dividers by saradika)

#my recs #fic recommendations #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes fanfiction

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