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Thinking about evil emperor König constantly trying kidnapped the princess of the kingdom he wants to control and force her to marry him but his plans are always secretly foiled but you, his loyal henchman who's in love with him and wishes he'd marry you instead.

He's like a fucked up Bowser.

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Imagine eldritch god König and Krueger 🦑🐙

WARNING: gore, brief smut, violence, Krueger hates you<3, kidnapping, dubcon, inaccurate German (maybe??? I only know basic words)

You're kidnapped by a crazy cult that worships them. They fully intend to sacrifice you, and Krueger is more they eager to rip you apart, but instead, König wants to keep you alive.

Krueger is very pissed because of this but only stops bitching about it when König points out the other people he could use to satisfy his hunger, the cultists. König coos at you adoringly and his tentacles slither around your body, tasting you while pained screams and the sound flesh being torn from bone echo in the background. "Don't cry, mein schönes Mädchen. I'll take good care of you~"

Krueger absolutely hates your guts, but he loves rearranging them more. He can't understand why König insists on spoiling you with the freshest fruit and the softest furs. To him, you're nothing more than a stress reliever, a toy, and he takes every chance he can to remind you. Your knees pushed past your head uncomfortably while he pounds into you mercilessly. "Keep your mouth shut before I rip your pretty little tongue out, Hure." He growls, one of his tentacles wrapped around your throat, almost choking the life out of you.

Where Krueger is rough and brutal, König absolutely adores you. Your hair, eyes, thighs, hands, feet, EVERYTHING. he worships you, constantly praising you. You could literally just wake up and he'd shower you in praises "oh, mein gott! You're so cute with your hair all messy! I could just eat you up~ Here, let me help you get dressed."

He most definitely gets a little to carried away with you sometimes, his cuteness aggression is no joke. Will pinch your cheeks to hard, manhandle you, kiss you to eagerly, shove his tentacles inside you without prep. But he's so apologetic about it if he sees it's hurting you... doesn't mean he'll stop though. "I'm sorry, Schnecke. I promise to be more gentle next time...but please~ let me have you..I can't wait to see you full of my eggs~" he moans, his cock twitching as he shove two more tentacles inside you. <3

Thoughts?

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Done a little trolling :3

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This goes out to those who write angst fics... please for the love of god have mercy I can't keep crying like this

Y'all cook five course gourmet meals everytime tho <3

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Nevermind I'm giving up

I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT THE MAFIA 141 FIC I WAS WRITING! but I had so much fun writing the first part and y'alls feedback was nice so I suppose until part two is finished I'll give y'all a little sneak peek.

This part is gonna focus on gaz 🧢

WARNING: he may be a little creepy and ooc but trust me I'm cooking

...you freeze at the contact, your breath caught in your throat, unsure of just what the hell is going on. then you slowly look up at who you were pressed up against and see Kyle's dark brown eyes staring right down at you...his lips curled up in a small, amused smile.

"you leavin already?"

You take a step back, almost tripping over your own feet "u-uh..yeah...Price said I could.."

"mm.." he hums, glancing at the clock on the wall before looking back down at you "you walking home?" He asks

Your eyes narrow suspiciously and you hesitate to answer, his questions where setting off red flags in your brain "..yeah."

He raises an eyebrow at your reaction, but doesn't say anything, leaning his back against the wall. "you live far from here?" He asks. You nervously fiddle with a loose piece of thread, dangling from your shirt. "...not that far...like 35 minutes or so.." you internally cringe, why are you telling him this?! You don't know him that well, he's your coworker... kinda..not your friend! One side told you to just leave, but the other said maybe he was just trying to make conversation and didn't realize how alarming some of his questions were

He hums, and lets out a soft chuckle, "so...you're gonna walk all that way on your own?" he glanced at the clock again "in the middle of the night?" He asks, tilting his head to the side slightly.

"...yep."

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I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT THE MAFIA 141 FIC I WAS WRITING! but I had so much fun writing the first part and y'alls feedback was nice so I suppose until part two is finished I'll give y'all a little sneak peek.

This part is gonna focus on gaz 🧢

WARNING: he may be a little creepy and ooc but trust me I'm cooking

...you freeze at the contact, your breath caught in your throat, unsure of just what the hell is going on. then you slowly look up at who you were pressed up against and see Kyle's dark brown eyes staring right down at you...his lips curled up in a small, amused smile.

"you leavin already?"

You take a step back, almost tripping over your own feet "u-uh..yeah...Price said I could.."

"mm.." he hums, glancing at the clock on the wall before looking back down at you "you walking home?" He asks

Your eyes narrow suspiciously and you hesitate to answer, his questions where setting off red flags in your brain "..yeah."

He raises an eyebrow at your reaction, but doesn't say anything, leaning his back against the wall. "you live far from here?" He asks. You nervously fiddle with a loose piece of thread, dangling from your shirt. "...not that far...like 35 minutes or so.." you internally cringe, why are you telling him this?! You don't know him that well, he's your coworker... kinda..not your friend! One side told you to just leave, but the other said maybe he was just trying to make conversation and didn't realize how alarming some of his questions were

He hums, and lets out a soft chuckle, "so...you're gonna walk all that way on your own?" he glanced at the clock again "in the middle of the night?" He asks, tilting his head to the side slightly.

"...yep."

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Two kings

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PLEASE write the mafia 141 idea you posted🥺I'm in love with the idea so much already!!!

Mafia 141/Bartender reader- Part one

Johnny🧼

Mostly Johnny/reader in this fic, because ive decided to split this up into different parts that will focus on different characters Like part 2 could focus of Gaz/reader.

Warning: not proof read, bad joke, swearing, alcohol and smoking, Johnny is a lil shit, and pushy, poorly written accents, (if I forgot anything that could have a warning let me know )

this is literally my first time actually writing a full fic so it's probably mediocre, FEEDBACK AND CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM IS GREATLY APPRECIATED. Other then that I hope you enjoy :)

Stupid uncle, stupid debt, stupid bar. You hated this, but you suppose its your own fault. If only you had just closed the door when your uncle showed up at your door begging for help because he had gained massive debt to one of the most infamous crime bosses in the city... Johnathan Price...if only you had just said no and didn't drive your ass down to Price's club and demand to speak with him, didn't try and bargain for your uncle...maybe then you wouldn't be forced to work for the bastard...

Two hours...thats how much longer you'd have to spend standing behind this bar. You swear to god, if other drunk yells at you you'll shove a jigger down their throat, and your 'coworkers', if you could even call them that, weren't making your life easier. If anything they were hellbent on making it worse. "Yer lookin' a bit peely wally." Johnny chuckles while cleaning a margarita glass, it was just him today, said Kyle was off doing something for Price, you didn't want to ask what.

You glance up at him, eyes narrowing in confusion and slight annoyance "..huh?"

"Means you look like shite." He clarifies.

You sigh and stand up, nudging an empty box away with your foot "thanks... asshole." You grumble. He chuckles and raises his hands in mock surrender, "Awe come on, I'm just funnin' with ya. You look fine, a wee bit red in the face, but that's it." He grins, you didn't hate him, he could actually be quite hilarious sometimes... sometimes...You roll your eyes. He laughs and takes out a cigarette, lighting it up. "Ya want one?" He offers.

"no...I thought price didn't like us smoking around the drinks.."

"Aye, he doesn't." He shrugs, taking a drag of his cigarette. "but what ol Pricey doesn't know won't kill em."

"mm.." your nose scrunches in disgust at the smell. you take a small step away, not wanting the smoke to settle on your clothes. He blows smoke out the side of his mouth, away from you "yer no fun ya know that?" You scoff, "pft..I can be fun.", while crossing your arms, and leaning back against the bar with your lips shaped into a slightly grumpy pout. "Oh?" He chuckles again, leaning back against the bar himself "can ya? Let's see, tell me a joke."

you think long and hard "uuuuuuuuuuuh..ok I got one. What do you call a fake noodle?" Johnny squints his eyes "...what?"

"....an impasta..."

"..."

"..." You're both silent, completely silent.... just staring at each other...

"..." Johnny sighs "that joke was dogshite."

Your shoulders slump forward in defeat "I know." He chuckles, "Well at least yer aware." before taking another drag of his cigarette. before looking at you with the most smug grin you've ever seen "but that also just proved my point...yer no fun, pipsqueak."

"Pipsqueak?" You raise an eyebrow as your eyes narrow

"Yeah, you heard me. Yer a wee'un." He teased, god you wanted to whip that stupid grin off his equally stupid face. "you're not even that much taller than me."

"I'm seven inches taller than you." He points out.

"...nuh uh.."

"Fuck ya mean, nuh uh?" His eyebrows furrowed as he tries not to laugh, on the other hand, your brows furrow in annoyance. "I mean, nuh uh."

Johnny chuckles, and places his hand on top of your head. He then leans down, the tip of his nose almost brushing yours "dena it alllll ya want..." His eyes were locked with yours, the faint smell of cigarette smoke almost making you recoil in disgust. he leans even closer, you try and lean back but you're stopped by the bar. "...yer still a pipsqueak!" then ruffles your hair aggressively.

You slap his hand away, glaring at him while fixing your hair. "Jerk! Don't do that again." you grumble, and to make matters even worse, you feel your cheeks heat up a bit. "Awe, someone's all hot and flustered now." He smirks, giving you a small jab with his elbow "c'mon now, I was just joking around, relax."

You groan softly and roll your eyes, pushing him away and walking to the other side of the bar, trying to find anything that you could use to ignore him. Johnny grins, quickly putting out his cigarette and following after you "see! that's exactly what I'm talking about. Such a grump...don't tell me yer so boring that ya don't even like a bit of harmless flirting?"

"go away, Johnny." You don't look up from the drink you were pouring for a costumer "Aww, c'mon. I'm just tryna lift yer spirits." He wraps his arm around your shoulder "you like me don't ya?" He grins, not expecting a positive answer.

Your eyes widen and you move out from under his arm "no." Was your immediate response, your voice stern. Johnny grins wider and moves to stand right in front of you, leaning right up and practically invading your personal space. "Don't lie to me now. I bet ya daydream about me, don't ya? About all of us? Me and the lads, hm?"

Your face goes red "what?" He grins, almost deviously "you think I haven't noticed the way ya seem to float off into lala land while staring at me or Kyle work? When Simon's gotta rough up some jackass? Or even when price is literally just in the room with ya? Don't try to dena it, pipsqueak...just can't keep us all out of yer fantasies eh?" His hands slide their way onto your hips, he didn't seem to care about the bar patrons laughing and ooing, some even getting annoyed that the two bartenders were flirting with each other instead of enabling their alcohol addiction.

Your brain felt like it was short circuiting, it had become uncomfortably warm. If you were a truther..you'd admit that despite hating these four men...they were kinda hot. But you're a god damn liar and you'll be one till the day you die! "i-i!..no..no way!.. you're crazy! There's no way in hell id ever like any of you like...that.."

"Mm...sure... I'm definitely crazy." He leans even closer, his voice a whisper as he presses his body into you, the two of you basically chest to chest "...crazy about you." He leans down to try and steal a kiss, you're eyes widen comically large but thankfully before you could even react the gruff voice of Simon makes Johnny freeze just before his lips could graze yours "That's enough, you two 'er supposed to be workin, not swapping spit." He glares at Johnny, you didn't notice it but there was a slight hint of jealousy in his dark eyes... you didn't notice, but Johnny sure as hell did.

Johnny quickly backs up from you, and then looks at Simon with a smug grin on his face "Jeez... Yer no fun either, Si. We were just messin' around." Simon stares him down, not breaking eye contact with Johnny for a good two minutes, until finally letting out a deep sigh "just keep it outside of work..." then glances at you, "Price said you're free to go for today.."

You nod "uh..thank you." You awkwardly stutter, still trying to process what just happened and understand how it made you feel... were you embarrassed? Very. Were you necessarily uncomfortable?... strangely enough...no, you weren't uncomfortable. Simon nods then walks off into his little office behind the bar, Johnny watches him go, then his gaze wanders back over to you "Sooo, ya gonna head off then?"

"yeah.." you answer, somewhat shyly. Johnny nods, a quick look of disappointment on his face before he masks it with a smile "alright, then...have a good night, pipsqueak." He shrugs playfully, and begins walking off to serve a poor bastard that had been trying to order a drink for the past five minutes. ".. you too, Johnny.." you mutter while walking out from behind the bar to towards the break room to get your stuff and finally leave....what a weird ass day...

END OF PART ONE. Please let me know what you thought

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Mafia 141 is legit GENIUS ‼️

Thank you thank you (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ) I'm currently working on a fic for it but it will probably take a while because I've never really written anything before.

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This probably isn't an original thought, but imagine for a second if you so please. Mafia 141. Price is the boss ofc, he owns a big big big club and a bunch of other things and he's filthy rich. Johnny and gaz are bartenders at the club and ghost is a bouncer. they are all also involved with Price's Mafia stuff they just do the previously mentioned stuff as like a side thing, you know? Now enter reader...poor poor reader. They or a relative get in trouble with price, having to pay a big debt or something but of course they can't pay for some reason, so instead, price makes them work at the club, no pay. Could be another bartender or a performer (like singing not the other thing you freaks 눈⁠‸⁠눈⁠). But now listen closely. At first the boys are like "look at this fuckin loser." About the reader and then after a little while they're like "...look at this fuckin loser." BUT AFFECTIONATELY! While the reader is just trying to get this shit over with. Thoughts????

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THIS!!! One or two is already concerning but the amount of fics like this I've seen in the past two days alone is disturbing :(

what is it with the cod fandom and rape

genuinely dont think ive ever seen as much non-con and just blatantly labelling characters as rapists as often as i do in the cod tags

hello?? whats hot abt being violated?? pls enlighten me

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he's about to devour that giant ass gusher

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Rest in peace inquisitore3/Vincent.💔🕊 fly High Man.❤....

SIGH THE PETITION!!

He was only 23. He didn't deserve the way he was treated. Accused and rumours made saying he was a groomer that weren't true at all. They were only proven to be fake after he killed himself on live. No one even let him speak to defend himself. He was undoubtedly a wonderful beam of kindness and love. Sick world we live in. Rip 🙏

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Mm.

Ok so like, I was thinking about the live action one piece yesterday and I had a thought. Hear me out ok...live action doflamingo

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Ok so like, I was thinking about the live action one piece yesterday and I had a thought. Hear me out ok...live action doflamingo

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If y'all couldn't tell this is a plea for writers to write something about dragon price.... please I beg you, id do it myself but I'm illiterate.

Bro, for the past like 5 weeks the only thing that's been on my mind is dragon price... Like just imagine being all cuddled up to him while his wing is overtop of you like a blanket, and he's just so. Fuckin. WARM. it would be like the greatest sleepy time ever. Or you'd just be chilling and this big bueatiful bitch shows up and just throws gold and other really expensive and pretty things at you and is like "for you :)".....I'm so sane

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Bro, for the past like 5 weeks the only thing that's been on my mind is dragon price... Like just imagine being all cuddled up to him while his wing is overtop of you like a blanket, and he's just so. Fuckin. WARM. it would be like the greatest sleepy time ever. Or you'd just be chilling and this big beautiful bitch shows up and just throws gold and other really expensive and pretty things at you and is like "for you :)".....I'm so sane