#White Horse Mafia AU

[delta-pavonis]

Fic Update: Name Me, Tame Me Ch 6

Dreamling (Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling) || Rated E || In Progress Alternate Universe - Mafia, Mafia AU, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, alpha!Hob, omega!Dream, BDSM, D/s, Dom/sub, kink negotiation, voyeurism, masturbation, vaginal sex, anal sex, cowgirl position, multiple orgasms, riding crops, (almost) no lube, squirting, female ejaculation, first time squirting, shibari, oral sex, posessive Hob, lingerie, weapons kink, object insertion, bloodplay, biting, licking cum off the floor, come eating, slut praising, sex furniture, spanking bench, discussion of cock and ball torture, aftercare, cock cages, shower sex, come marking, scent marking, watersports, urination, anal fingering, breeding, breeding kink, discussion of mpreg, orgasm delay/denial, bondage, spreader bars, face-fucking, discussion of somnophilia, impact play, flogging, St. Andrew's cross, anal fisting, knotting, collars, overstimulation

He hears footsteps come down the hallway and then Hob’s head pops in the doorway. “Oh, you’re awake! How’s it going, love?” “Food smells great,” Dream sighs, “but I think you fucked my skeleton into another plane of existence and are going to need to feed me in here.” Hob chuckles and shrugs. “I am always open to new kinks.” And then he disappears again. Dream smiles into his pillow. Yeah, this has been both the best and the worst decision he has made in a very long time. But he doesn’t have to leave yet, so that worst decision line of thought can get stuffed back into the bag it slithered out of.  He has just managed to flop himself over onto his back when Hob comes in with a goddamned tray of food and Dream is once again faced with the thought that he has been irrevocably fucked by this man. And for once he doesn't mean just physically. He can't see what Hob has cooked up, but it smells like garlic and butter and onions and tomatoes. "You are a god amongst men." Dream sighs.

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Oooo, what's the mafia fic? And if someone's beat me to it, LAM #24 pls!

The mafia AU is entirely character-description bullet points and will probably never be more than that, so have some bullet points!

Geralt, “the White Wolf”

Second son, his brother’s closest companion

Taciturn and fond of horses

Married to Yennefer “Witch” Vengerberg, beautiful and vicious, who for some reason has not murdered either of his lovers

Lover Renfri “Shrike” Creyden, one of the best assassins in the Family

Lover Julian “Jaskier” Pankratz, who is a professional musician and apparently doesn’t have anything to do with the Family business

Daughter Cirilla “Ciri” Fiona Elen Riannon

Probably the biological daughter of Pavetta Elen Riannon of the Cintra Family, possibly also the daughter of “Emperor” Emhyr var Emreis of the Nilfgaard Consortium, but it’s best not to bring that up

[gabessquishytum]

So I've had this idea swimming in my head for a bit and I don't think I'm gonna do anything with it, so I'm throwing it at you!

Human AU where Hob owns a bar called The White Horse and while the bar is legit, some of the dealings that go on in it are...not so much. Perhaps a bit Mafia adjacent.

One day, the prettiest little thing walks into his bar, and Hob nearly throws him out because he just can't believe the Dream D'Endless is old enough to drink, but his license isn't faked (Hob would know), so after some grumbling, Hob lets him stay. He finds out that Dream is charming and funny, if not a bit of a brat.

One day, Dream shows up to the bar with a black eye. Hob tries to get the story out of him, but Dream refuses to say anything about it and demands either his usual order or he'll walk out. Hob doesn't budge. Dream leaves, and then eventually stops coming to the White Horse.

Hob's not concerned. He's not. But he starts looking into Dream a bit anyways, and he finds out Dream's a sugar baby for none other than corrupt businessman Roderick Burgess. Apparently, Roderick's penthouse condo wasn't too bar from The White Horse, and whenever he'd need to hold business meetings at home, he'd just kick Dream out and Dream would hang out at The White Horse until Roderick was done.

Hob's pretty sure he can guess what caused Dream's black eye, one of Burgess's business deals went south recently and Hob wouldn't put it past the cranky old man to take it out on his live in lover. He's also kind of pissed that Dream even agreed to be Roderick's sugar baby but he's not going to examine that jealousy too closely. He's now totally worried about Dream's safety, so he puts out some feelers with his information network, and lo and behold Dream hasn't left the condo in months but Roderick has.

Hob has a bad feeling about all of this so one night when he knows Roderick's going to be gone, he breaks into the condo and finds Dream tied up and naked, and also badly beaten. He frees Dream, and takes him back to his place, and whoops that starts off a turf war. How dare Hob take what rightfully belonged to Roderick Burgess? Hob doesn't care, he's livid on Dream's behalf, and he's more than ready to rain hell.

Dream's highly pissed off at Roderick too. After all, he did everything Roderick wanted him to, even after he'd blackmailed Dream into becoming his sugar baby, and he still had the gall to go and mistreat Dream. He's ready to offer up his body off to Hob to do with as he pleases if it means he'll finally be free of Roderick. Good thing Hob's already halfway in love already ;D

Ajsjdjfjsj yes!!! I love the idea that Hob is trying very hard to be a normal and upstanding citizen, and then Dream walks into his life... all bets are off, Hob will burn the world down for this beautiful man.

But Dream is frustrated to find that Hob is quite the gentleman! He doesn't touch or fondle Dream while nursing him back to health, he doesn't get frustrated when Dream flinches away from him, and he actually jumps out of the bed when Dream crawls in beside him one night, determined to "pay his dues". He sends Dream back to the guest room like a stern and disappointed teacher, which is... actually unfairly sexy of him.

And yes Hob is trying to be a gentleman, he actually is! But he also just has a lot on his plate right now... going to war with Burgess has taken a toll, and Hob has been running around to call in favours with old friends and protect his turf. He's pretty sure that Burgess is going to burn through his resources before anything serious happens, but Hob is still sleeping with a revolver under his pillow. He doesn’t want Dream to see that!

When Hob gets injured in a shootout (in which he also ends up kissing Burgess, yay), Dream flips the tables and nurses Hob back to health. Hob can't exactly protest when he's covered in kisses by the darling young man he's come to think of as his. And when he's better, Dream purrs something about wanting Hob to fuck the memory of Burgess away...

They do it for the first time up against the bar (the pub is closed for repairs after the shootout). Hob doesn't ask for ID this time. He knows that Dream has proved himself quite the man in the last few weeks, and he's going to be Hob’s man from now on <3

[leoleolovesdc]

Anyone wanna listen abt my cowboy heathers au?? No? Okay then, I’ll talk abt it anyways

Heather Duke is in a gang-ish cowboy thing with the other Heathers. They scam people, rob banks and just generally do whatever the please as long as they get money out of it, but as Chandler always seems to find a way to get a bigger percentage of the gains than her and McNamara, this makes Duke grow bitter, so much so that she tries to get ahead and ends up stealing some money from Chandler (and by some I mean a LOT). Chandler finds out and obviously isn’t very happy about it, so now Duke’s on the run, trying to get as far away from them as possible, knowing that if McNamara, Chandler or any of their other goons catch her she’ll be a dead woman.

After days and nights of travelling through the country, Duke goes to a farm and pays the owners so they’ll let her stay for a few nights, rest and hopefully help the Heathers lose track of her, but that doesn’t work very well. Duke hears news that her former mates are on the town and packs her things to leave as soon as possible, but just as she’s about to go she finds a woman hidden in the farm. She doesn’t seem to know how to speak english and is clearly wary about Duke and her intentions, though she doesn’t seem to be much of a talker (especially in a language she doesn’t understand) she manages to tell Duke her name; Veronica.

The owners of the farm find the girls trying to interact and kick Duke out. She pretends to leave but comes back in the middle of the night to find the girl again, she finds out that the owners of the farm are basically forcing Veronica to work for them as payment for protection as she’s being chased by the mafia from her home country. Apparently Heather isn’t the only one who thinks she’s too good to resist the challenge of stealing from people she shouldn’t.

Duke breaks in the farm to free the girl and they get into a huge fight with the farmers. After a lot of bang-bang, she and Veronica manage to knock out one of the men, hop on Duke’s horse and run away.

The rest of the story follows them running away from both Heather and Veronica’s demons while at the same time learning how to speak and relate to each other. Heather eventually buys a dictionary to help her understand Veronica, and both get slowly better at communicating. With time what was one impulsive act coming out of some sort of white-knight complex of Duke’s becomes a genuine partnership, if not something more.

Veronica doesn’t plan on staying, though. Heather wants a peaceful life, she wants everything to settle down so she can finally get some rest, the only thing she ever wanted. Veronica on the other hand, lives for the thrill. She likes the adrenaline rush of stealing, having to run away, the feeling of having to free herself from the problems she had purposefully ran into.

She doesn’t want to stay forever. She won’t stay forever. But as long as Duke has a reason to run, Veronica will be running by her side.

After a especially violent encounter with the Heathers, Duke finds herself cornered by McNamara, who has a gun in her hand and is a movement away from blowing her former best friend’s brains out. Duke accepts her fate, she asks Mac for forgivness, says she regrets messing everything up and that she wishes it could have been different.

Duke closes her eyes. McNamara’s finger tightens around the trigger, but nothing happens. She can’t pull the trigger. She can’t do that. Not to Duke. Not to the only person she’s ever cherished and trusted as much a Heather Chandler. She lets her go.

After a long while without seeing the Heathers, they eventually come back. Chandler asks Duke to join them back. She says McNamara has made her see things through another angle and she’s willing to forgive her past mistakes and foolishness. Duke wants to go. She really does, but that’s when she remembers Veronica. She can’t leave Veronica all by herself when she’s being chased by half of the world. She refuses to come back. She says that’s the first time she’s ever had something she feels it’s worth caring for. She has a purpose when she’s with Veronica, she has someone to care for. Chandler stares at her coldly and leaves without another word. McNamara follows. She doesn’t seem to be just mindlessly going after Heather this time.

Veronica asks Duke why she didn’t come back with them. She had been offered forgiveness, she should have been ecstatically following Chandler back home like a puppy. Heather says that she couldn’t go because she’d never forgive herself for leaving. She knows that it wouldn’t be far to leave her friend behind. Veronica wouldn’t abandon her either.

Except that she would.

Everything Veronica ever wanted was a life like the one the Heathers lived. Free of rules, of judgement, just doing as she pleases. Running, but with a purpose, with people who share a similar goal. With a place to stay, cozy houses, people to sit and have dinner with, all of that without needing to ever give up the thrill she so desperately longed for. Veronica would have left anything, anyone for that.

Duke was stupid.

[disasterofastory]

The pretty little actress of Rogers + Bucky (Steve Rogers x Reader)

The pretty little actress of Rogers + Bucky // Extra chapter for The pretty little actress of Rogers Steve Rogers x Reader Mafia AU Warnings: none

Summary: You go and visit Bucky.

"Are you sure you are not cold?" Steve ask for who knows how many times already. "I'm fine, Steve," you reply. He can't see your smile because of the thick scarf around your neck. "I promise." "Okay," he nods, deciding to believe you. "But we still won't stay for long, though." "I know."

Freshly fallen snow crunches under your steps as you walk up the path to the stables. The tip of your boots is covered in white like everything else wherever you look. The bare branches of the trees bend under the heavy layers. The sky is still grey, and the distance is unclear because of the remaining early morning fog.

The sounds of horses get louder and louder as you get closer, and soon, your nostrils are filled with their scent too. It lingers thickly in the cold air.

"So," you break the silence. You can see the side of the stables appearing at the end of the path where the lines of the trees stop. "Why horses?" Steve shrugs. "I'm not sure." He doesn't even remember how he got involved with horses. Nomad suggested it years ago, talking about money and race. "They are beautiful animals," he says instead. "They are," you agree.

Steve shows you around, introducing you to a few horses he really likes and three dogs who come out of their homes to welcome the man with wagging tails and happy barks. "Good boys," he hums repeatedly, patting their thick furs while they jump and wiggle around him. "Yeah," he smiles. "Such good boys."

The stables are dry and cold. The horses' neighs echo among the walls, and the hay scent is heavy and refreshing. "Oh," you breathe out. "They have coats," you notice with a slight smile. A few of them look out at your arrival, while the others don't even budge. Their names are on the walls, carved into small wooden boards.

Bucky is at the other end.

The brown stallion is tall and lean, with a white patch between his big, dark eyes. "And he is Bucky," Steve says, patting the animal on the head. "He is an amazing boy, isn't he? Yes, you are. You are amazing." You can't help but grin as you watch the blonde man interact with the beautiful animal. The smile on his face is constant, and contentment glints in his eyes. "Can I give him the carrots?" You ask Steve after a few minutes of petting Bucky. His fur is soft under your gentle caress. "Yes," Steve gives you the permission you need. "He will fall in love with you," he adds jokingly. "Good, because I already did," you laugh, offering the food for the horse, who eats it up from your hand immediately. Happy noises break through his throat, and he is not afraid to nudge you for more. His breath is warm on your hand, and you can't say no to his pleading.

"Could we go for a ride sometime?" You ask Steve when you are on the path again, leaving the stables behind. "Not on them," he replies. "We prefer if they only go out with their riders." "I see," you nod. Your hand is in Steve's, and he squeezes your fingers before his next words. "But I can buy you one. Your own horse." For a few seconds, you laugh. Then you see his serious expression.

Steve is not joking.

"Steve," you gasp. "No!"

Oh, but Steve is already decided.

[f1-stuff]

if you don’t mind, could you maybe do a charlos fic rec??

btw, i love your fics they’re literally pure serotonin to me <3

Hi! Of course, I don't mind! I've been thinking about turning my ao3 bookmarks off of private, but for now, here are some more recent ones + ongoing fics I follow...

last night by venerat - a charlos college au where carlos takes charles' virginity....this had me cancelling all my plans yesterday lmao (also i rec anything written by venerat fr)

the start of all the things that are left to do by bloodmoonforme - Charles guards a secret forest that Carlos stumbles into, then keeps coming back to. This made me melt, and similar to above, I will read and adore anything by this author

maybe things that you don't know are better by anonymous - charlos lesbians AU/mile high club, need i say more??

all the king's horses, all the king's men by choripan - told in Carlos' POV from childhood -> a bit in the future. Delightfully angsty, it explores Carlos' identity/psyche + some mutual pining & two boys in love being a bit dense lol

men's shirts, short skirts by @hellow-zach - I think I may have possibly discovered a kink for charles in a skirt bc of this fic 😅

Accettalo by @penaltyboxboxbox - I mean.... everything Dave does is iconic, and this fic is no exception. I don't think I have sufficient words to describe what happens. Just go read it 🤷🏻‍♀️

El Amor Del Inframundo (ongoing) by @effervescentdragon - the mafia AU to end all mafia AUs, delicous fucking food 👄🤌🏻👏🏻

you let me in, and baby that's when (ongoing) by betzykielberg - ABO witness protection fic. I feel like if you're in the charlos rpf fandom, this fic is sort of a rite of passage? 😂 (jk but only kind of)

Crimson, Gold and Azure Blue (ongoing) by @desomniis - inspired by the book Red, White & Royal Blue, it's an enemy princes to lovers fic that I will follow to the end bc I'm a big fan of the book! ❤️

And that's all for now! There are plenty of other amazing charlos fics and authors out there, but these are just on my mind recently!

[roadtogracelandx45]

To Update/ Coming soon- June 14th- August 31st

** means smut

Admiral's Daughter- part 1, 2 and 3- Top Gun Maverick ff, Chasing Angels series. 2 Hangman/ Bianca/ Rooster, 3 Dagger Squad, 1. Bianca, Hangman, Coyote, and Phoniex.

Baby I Do,- Part 2* ,3*, 4,5- Elvis- Burnin' Love series- Elvis/ Sylvie

Little White Church- One Shot- Elvis- Stand alone- Elvis/Sylvie

Cowboy Take Me Away- Parts *2 and 3- Top Gun Maverick FF- Chasing Angels series- Hangman/Bianca

Save A Horse, Ride A Cowboy*- One shot- Yellowstone- Angel of Mercy Series- Lee Dutton/ Spencer Abbott

Just Dance- Part 1, 2*,3*,4* - Top Gun Maverick FF- Chasing Angels series- Hangman/Bianca

Wouldn't It Be Nice- One shot- Supernatural- Darkest Before the Dawn Series- Dean/Ellie

Secrets That Are Meant- one shot* Supernatural- Secrets That Are Meant To Kept Series- Sam/ Dean- Wincest

To Be Kept- One Shot*- Supernatural- Secrets That Are Meant To Kept Series- Ellie/Dean/Sam

Need You To Know- One shot*- Supernatural- Secrets That Are Meant To Kept- Ellie/Dean

Be My Baby Tonight- Part 1, Part 2*, Part 3, Part 4*- Avengers, Only Fools Rush Series- Steve/ Lennon, Bucky/ Lennon

Saturday's Alright For Fighting- One Shot- Fast Saga- Life in The Fastlane Saga- Vince/Sophie

On The Outside- Parts 3, 4,5,6 The Outsiders- On The Outside- implied Soda/Mattie

Game Changers- Part 2, 3,4,5.6- The Mighty Ducks- Game Changers series- Adam Banks/ Ava Bombay

I Kissed A Girl- One Shot*- Fast Saga- Life In The Fastlane Saga- Letty/ Sophie

California Girls- One Shot*- Top Gun Maverick- Chasing Angels- Phoniex/ Bianca

Courage Under Fire- Band of Brothers- Courage Under Fire Series- Bill/Olivia, Olivia/ Joseph Liebgott, Bill/ May Jenkins Parts 1, 2, 3*,4,5

Burnin' Love- Elvis- Burnin' Love Series- Elvis/Sylvie- Parts 5,6,7,8,9,10

Chasing Angels- Top Gun Maverick- Chasing Angels Series- Rooster/ Bianca, IceMav, Hangman/ Bianca, Hangman/ Phoniex, Phoneix/ Bianca. Parts 2, 3*, 4*,5,6,7

Should Be Me- Band of Brothers- Courage Under Fire series- what if- part 2- Bill/ Olivia

Charming Town- Sons of Anarchy- Charming Town Series- Jax/Ryder- Parts 7,8, 9*,10*,11*,12

I Don't Dance But For You- Top Gun Maverick- Chasing Angels one shot- Rooster Bianca-

Only Fools Rush In- Captain America- Only Fools Rush in Series- Parts 2,3,4,5*,6*,7*,8,9,10- Bucky/Hannah. Steve/Peggy

Under False Pretenses- Band of Brothers Mafia AU- Under False Pretense series- Liebgott/ Olivia, Dick/Olivia/Nixon part 2*,3*,4*,5*,6,7,8*,9*,10*

Are You Going My Way- Band of Brothers College AU- Are You Going My Way Series- Lewis/ Olivia, Buck/Olivia, Liebgott/Oliva, Bill/Olivia etc Part 2*, Part 3, Part 4*,5,6*

Please, I Need You- Chicago PD- Thin Blue Line series- Jay Libby one shot

Got You- Chicago PD x Blue Blood crossover- Jayx Libby- parts 4*, 5*, 6, 7

Don't Stop Believing- Chicago Fire x Blue Crossover- Kelly Severide. Libby Reagan- Parts 2,3,4,5,6

Through The Heart- S.W.A.T- Luca x Josie Kay- parts 4,5,6,7,8

Star Crossed Lovers- Twilight- Star Crossed Lovers series- Rosalie/Emmett/ Lily parts 1,2,3,4,5

Hearts Made of Glass- Twilight All Human- Lily/Edward- Parts 2,3,4,5

Life In The Fastlane- Fast Saga- Vince/Sophie, Dom/Sophie, Letty/Sophie, Dom/Letty, Mia/Brian- Parts 7*,8*,9,10,11

Girl from Barstow- Fast Saga- Life In The Fastlane series- One shot-

Thin Blue Line- One Chicago/Law and Order SVU/Blue Bloods crossover- Parts 2,3,4

Winter's Gate- Game of Thrones- Winter's Gate series- Robb Stark/Jonlynn- Parts 4, 5*, 6

Homeward Bound- Game of Thrones- Winter Gate series- Robb Stark/ Jonlynn- Part 2,3, 4

Second Chances- Lord of The Rings/The Hobbbit- Second Chances series- Legolas/Ilianna/ either Fili or Kili- Part 2, 3,4

Royals- Harry Potter- Royals Series- Fred/Celeste. George- part 1,2,3,4,5

Puzzle Pieces- Triple Frontier- Miller Brothers/OFC parts 1,2,3, 4

Mine now. Sons of anarchy- Jax/Ryder one shot

Night Terrors - Winter Solider and the Falcon- Bucky/Lennon one shot

Sweet as Georgia Peach- Band of Brothers- prequel story to Courage Under Fire. Parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

Oh My, My Love- Elvis- Two Shot- part 1, part 2

London Blue- Band of Brothers- one shot- Liebgott/ Liv- set after D-Day

London Grey- Band of Brothers- one shot- Nixon/Liv

Undercover- One Chicago- parts 2,3,4

[indynerdgirl]

Topgun AU Ideas

As I was scrolling through the Topgun tag on AO3 the other night, I realized that I was starting to see the same tropes and AUs over & over again. And while not a bad thing at all, personally, I'm just starting to get a little bored of reading the same story over & over.

So I started thinking about what kind of AUs I would love to see in the Topgun fandom and then I started making a list and it kind of spiraled out of control. Oops. 😆

I now present to you all my somewhat organized list of AU ideas! And feel free to use them for any fandom, I was just thinking about Topgun as I came up with them all. It's also by no means an exhaustive list so I probably missed some obvious ones.

Military AU ideas: Pentagon/Joint Chiefs/White House Advisor (think The West Wing but for the military - this is the one I've been dying to see someone tackle!) Navy JAG NCIS Blue Angels Air Force Instead of Navy Astronauts/NASA Test Pilots Naval Academy Instructors Adversary/Aggressor Squadron Office of Naval Intelligence Sailors Instead of Pilots Submariners Instead of Pilots Naval Flight School Instructors (Aviation Preflight Indoctrination, Primary Flight Training, Intermediate Flight Training, and/ or Advanced Flight Training)

Character AU ideas: Natasha is Maverick's daughter/niece  Bob is Maverick's son/nephew  Natasha is Ice's daughter/niece Bob is Ice's son/nephew Maverick is Amelia's father Penny Is Also a Pilot Penny’s Father Is An Air Force General Obligatory Goose/Carole/Ice Lives AUs Maverick’s Dad/Mom Lives Any of the younger pilots is the kid of one of the other 86 boys

And a whole lot more under the cut!

American Historical AU ideas: Colonial/Revolutionary War Post-Revolutionary War Lewis & Clark War of 1812 Mexican-American War/The Alamo Wild West (good guys or bad guys) Organ Trail The Gold Rush (California or Alaska) Pony Express Civil War/Reconstruction Transcontinental Railway Cattle Drives Industrial Revolution/The Gilded Age WWI Bootleggers/Rum Runners/1920s Jazz Age Great Depression/Dust Bowl WWII Korean War Vietnam War 1950s/Greasers Moon Race/1960s NASA 1980s/The Cold War

Other Historical AU Ideas: Ancient Greece/Rome Middle Ages Renaissance Tudor Elizabethan Georgian Regency Napoleonic Victorian Edwardian

Fandom AUs: The West Wing Firefly The Avengers Agents of Shield Star Wars Star Trek Harry Potter Percy Jackson Ocean's 11 Mission Impossible Bourne Tom Clancy/Jack Ryan Jack Reacher John Wick Friends New Girl Supernatural How I Met Your Mother Chuck Downton Abbey CSI Jurassic Park Indiana Jones The Office Parks and Rec Pacific Rim

Other Profession AU ideas: Coffee Shop Book Shop Bakery/Candy Maker Winery/Distillery Restaurant/Chef Bartender/Bar Mechanic/Car Repair Shop Doctor/Medical/Hospital Firefighter/Police Officer/Detective Wildfire Firefighter Florist Tattooist Gardener/Gardening Horse Racing Motorsports (NASCAR/F1/Motocross, ect) Professional Sports (baseball, football, hockey, soccer, basketball) Rodeo/Bull Riding Olympians Air Racing (it’s a real thing!) Actors (movie or stage)/Celebrity Ballet Dancers Teachers College Professors Lawyers/Judges National Park Ranger Cruise Ship Pet Groomer/Veterinarian Farmer/Rancher Banker/Financial Bodyguards Zoo Museum/Living Museum Musician/Band Mall (everyone works at different stores at the same mall) Marketing Archeologist Spies Reporters/Journalist News Anchors Lifeguards Assassins Criminals/Thieves/Heist Bounty Hunter

Misc AU Ideas: Royalty/Lost Royalty Time Travel Fae/Fairy Mermaids/Selkies Witch/Wizard Werewolves/Vampires Fantasy/Magic (including modern/urban settings) High Fantasy Dragons Soulmates (color blindness, first words, timestamps, matching marks, can share emotions, Red String of Fate, can share dreams, can see/talk to each other in dreams, can write on each other's skin, telepathic, Soulmate Goose of Enforcement) Omegaverse/ABO (not everyone’s cup of tea, just putting it out there!) Roommates Pirates High School College Mob/Mafia Fairytale Arranged Marriage Accidental Marriage Fake Dating/Engagement/Marriage Superhero/Villain Apocalypse/Post-Apocalypse Forbidden Love Boarding School Space/Sci-Fi Road Trip Summer Camp Immortal/Reincarnation Hallmark Movie Amnesia Pen Pals Resurrection Animal Shapeshifter May this list inspire all of you amazing fanfic writers out there! 💜

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Hocking in Hokkaido

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/XoVJl5p by LilBooshie Akutagawa accidently brings Atsushi and Dazai from Port Mafia to the Armed Detective Agency's peaceful Christmas excursion. When hostile Chinese run the horses off they are stranded. They must contend with a snow storm and a marauding bear as well the Chinese hunters. After Akutagawa and Atsushi almost kill each other ice fishing they along with Dazai solve their problems by rigging up a sail on the wagon and sailing west. Based on Rockin' thru the rockies , a 1940 short film directed by Jules White, starring Moe Howard, Larry Fine, Curly Howard, Lorna Gray, Kathryn Sheldon, Dorothy Appleby, Linda Winters, Dick Curtis, Richard Fiske, Cy Schindell, John Tyrrell, Bert Young Words: 5869, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen, M/M Characters: Akutagawa Ryuunosuke (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs), Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Kunikida Doppo (Bungou Stray Dogs), Oda Sakunosuke (Bungou Stray Dogs), Tanizaki Junichirou (Bungou Stray Dogs), Tanizaki Naomi Relationships: No Romantic Relationship(s), Akutagawa Ryuunosuke/Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs), Akutagawa Ryuunosuke/Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Akutagawa Ryuunosuke & Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs), Akutagawa Ryuunosuke & Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Dazai Osamu/Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs), Dazai Osamu & Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - BEAST Light Novel (Bungou Stray Dogs), Light Novel: BEAST - White Akutagawa/Black Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs), Armed Detective Agency Member Akutagawa Ryuunosuke (Bungou Stray Dogs), Armed Detective Agency President Kunikida Doppo (Bungou Stray Dogs), Port Mafia Boss Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Port Mafia Member Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs), Armed Detective Agency Member Oda Sakunosuke (Bungou Stray Dogs), Oda Sakunosuke Lives (Bungou Stray Dogs), Comedy, Humor, Slapstick, Christmas, Hijinks & Shenanigans, Dazai Osamu is a Mess (Bungou Stray Dogs), Dazai Osamu Being An Asshole (Bungou Stray Dogs), Dazai Osamu is a Little Shit (Bungou Stray Dogs), Kunikida Doppo Is So Done (Bungou Stray Dogs), Satire, Snow, Winter, Cold Weather, All the characters in the AU act like themselves in the canon universe, No Chinese people were harmed in this fanfiction, Fishing, Akutagawa Ryuunosuke-centric (Bungou Stray Dogs), Akutagawa Ryuunosuke is So Done (Bungou Stray Dogs), Snow and Ice read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/XoVJl5p

[dreamescapeswriting]

Wifes Orders ~ JJK [Request]

WORD COUNT: 1.3K

PAIRING: Mafia boss Jungkook x Reader

GENRE: 1940’s Au, Mafia AU, peaky blinders inspired,

A/N: Hope this is okay for you sweetie, it’s a little on the shorter side im sorry

Sitting across from Jungkook you smiled at him, he was dressed in a black suit while you wore a white gown, celebrating your marriage with friends and family surrounding you both. Your mother smiled at you even though she disapproved of the marriage happening between you both she was going to be the one to come between you and Jungkook.

"I still don't know how you do it, you have it wrapped around your little finger." Your best friend giggled as she handed you some more wine. That was true. Jungkook was wrapped so tightly around your finger you could get him to do almost anything that you wanted.

"Aren't you scared of him?" The question made you weren't to burst into laughter, the only people that feared Jungkook were those who had something to fear about him. He was a hard-working Mafia man who took what he wanted when he wanted it, not caring about anyone who got in his way but when it came to you he was different. Soft, kind and caring. There wasn't a single bone in your body that he could ever think of harming. 

"Never." You whispered as you watched Jungkook speaking with his right-hand man, something about protection at the wedding that was the only thing you knew. 

"How?" Your friend asked again as she looked at you and over at Jungkook, 

"I have him wrapped around my finger remember," You laughed softly shaking your head at her. The fact that Jungkook was always submitting to you filled you with happiness, he may have been the mean and scary Mafia boss but to you, he was the sofa man you knew and loved you could still remembering finding out what he was. When you began dating you had no idea who he was and what he did, only that he was interested in you and you were interested in him.

People laughing and staring at you as you walked down the street was nothing new to you, you were dating someone who was of high social status around the town you lived in. It wasn't anything new to have lingering eyes on you as you walked down the streets, two men behind you at all times. Part of Jungkook's rules of you going out on your own, at first you believed it was because people couldn't be trusted but as time grew on you knew there was something else going on. Something you had no idea about but everyone else seemed to know, leaving you in the dark. 

"Yoongi." You mumbled as you stood outside the betting shop that Jungkook owned, one of many that he owned. It seemed as though he owned almost everything in the town that you resided in. From the bars to betting shops to horses, it was almost everything. Anyone who knew anything about Jungkook knew he wasn't just some rich kid from the city but that he was one of the leading Mafia families in the whole of Seoul but you had no idea. You didn't know when you met who or what he was, you only knew that he was into you and you were into him. 

"Yes?" Yoongi questioned as he stood beside you, looking up at the shop as you debated going inside. It was one of the rules that Jungkook had for you, you weren't to go into any of his establishments unless he asked for you. Normally you would have agreed and gone along with his rules but not today, not after what you had heard when you were sitting in one of the local salons. News was out that Jungkook had bought a new line of illegal weapons and was stashing them in his basement of the betting shop. 

"Do you think you could open the door?" He said nothing as you stared up at him, waiting for him to move or even say something to indicate what he was going to do. 

"I don't know if that's a good idea, you weren't asked-"

"No. I made my presence known. Unlock the door." Your tone was stern as you stared at him, no one messed with you and not just because of Jungkook but because of you. You didn't take shit from people who were willing to assert their gender over you to try and act better than everyone around them.

Without another word Yoongi unlocked the doors allowing you inside, as you began walking through the men all looked up. Shocked that a woman was in the shop at all, their mouths dropping as they watched you walk towards the basement door without a care in the world, none of them realising who you were at first. 

"You're not allowed in here woman," A voice boomed out as a boy around 18 stood up from behind one of the desks, the room fell into complete silence. None of the money being counted as they all waited for something to happen whether it be you or the brave boy that spoke. 

"Do you know who she is?!" Someone hissed at him pulling him to sit back down as you smirked at Yoongi, it wasn't every day you met someone that didn't know about you dating Jungkook. The pair of you had been together for four months, it appeared as though everyone knew you were a couple. 

"Why can't I hear money being counted, boys?" Jungkook's voice reigned out as he came out of an office holding up a newspaper, his facial expression softening once he laid eyes on you at the bottom of the store.

 "Y/n. What a pleasure," You smiled as he began making his way over to you, not noticing or not caring about the stares he was getting from the male workers as he joined your side. As he reached you he did nothing but smile, turning to look at his men who shot their heads down and began working in an instant. 

"I want to see your basement." You whispered as you ran your hands up and down his tie as you licked your lips, if the rumours were true you wanted to see it for yourself. 

"Why? We can just as easily talk in my office." He tried to charm you into something else but you weren't going to allow it, not when you knew something was going on so you did your best to sweet-talk him. Turning on your best sad eyes and playing with his tie, 

"But I want to go to the basement...Alone," You whispered into his ear before biting down on his lobe, making him shiver as he fumbled around for his keys. 

"So it's true," You mumbled as you ran your fingers over the box of guns that were hidden under floorboards in the basement of the betting shop. Jungkook watched you anxiously as the thoughts came creeping in of you leaving him because of this, it was the last thing he ever wanted which was why he'd done his best to hide everything from you. 

"I never wanted you to find out." He admitted as you got up from the floor, putting the boards back in their original places before walking towards him. 

"Why?" You straightened his tie that he had been nervously playing with and he swallowed a lump in his throat, 

"You could never love a monster like me." The mere thought of him believing that he was a monster astonished you and you grabbed his face, forcing him to look you in the eyes. 

"I'm pissed you didn't tell me but you're not a monster...You take what you please." You ran your fingers over his skin and smirked to yourself as he relaxes against your touch. 

"I know you would never hurt me." You whispered to him leaving a soft and short kiss on his lips as you looked back into his eyes.

"You're a different person around me...Don't think I haven't noticed how you are with others compared to me." You spoke softly as you continued to run your fingers over his skin, soothing him as he smiled weakly. 

"I love you Jungkook...Nothing about this lifestyle will change my mind." 

Jungkook could feel your eyes burning into the back of his head so he turned around to face you, 

"We said no business at the wedding." You reminded him as you noticed Yoongi and Seokjin trying to deal drugs to some of the wedding guests, he nodded his head clapping his hands together loudly startling the men. 

"Not on my wedding days boys, wife's orders." He smirked at him as he wrapped his arm around your waist, kissing the top of your head as you walked away. Ready to spend the first day of the rest of your lives together.

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Why is rivaere so precious- 😩💖

Because!!!

> Eren canonically dreams about Levi (see Eren-heichou)

> Mutual hatred and passion to exterminate titans くちく！

> Levi is fixated on mentioning Eren’s ass throughout the story

> Levi willingly breaks into Eren’s home.

> Unconventional yet significant touching foreheads (see volume covers), fingers (see theme song), shoulder leans (x3), indirect kiss scene (lol)

> Most popular ship in the fandom! (Ereri and Riren both have strong followings and works dedicated to the pairing!)

> Eren cleans best according to Levi

> Mikasa’s VA, their English VAs voiced support for the ship!

> Kaji Yuki’s love for Levi! (see his “heichou...” tweet) and Hiroshi Kamiya loves Kaji’s work on Eren

> constantly being centered in the official arts next to either Hanji, Mikasa, Erwin, Jean, Armin

> Levi doesn’t care how messy Eren is, he’ll still care for him (nosebleed, cleaning Eren up in the 4-panel, saving Eren)

> Levi’s sacrificed so many of his trusted friends and comrades for Eren ( m a n g a )

> Levi’s protective of Eren (see Yelena interaction)

> They work as werewolf x vampire, reindeer x Santa, director, celebrity, zookeepers, businessmen, mafia, cooks, so many different canon AUs with them together

> Them being featured on every calendar cover

> multiple visits back to the sea (AND THE FACT THAT THEYRE WATCHING THE SUN SET WHILE EATING TOGETHER), ride horses together across the horizon and sunset

> the lottery poster where Eren eats with Levi again, the connected lottery poster where Eren is buttoning his shirt and Levi is just there sewing—!!!

> the fact that Levi calls Eren—Ereeeeen

> the fact that Historia questions their relationship together

> complementary colors!!! (Red and Green) Levi being referred to as cool and Eren as hot!

> Wings of Freedom symbolism (Humanity’s Hope x Humanity Strongest) see the black and white rings

> Eren bringing along Levi with Armin and Mikasa to hanami, flower crown making (Note Levi’s line of eyesight!!!)

> Levi forcefully washes Eren and shaves Eren (4-Koma for episode 67!)

> Levi following Eren (secretly) in manga and gazing at Eren in official arts

> Levi constantly calling Eren “not bad” and even in a promo for 進撃の阪神競馬場, calling merch of them together—“not bad”

> Eren making Levi his phone case choice despite the other anime characters using either themselves, another object, or their confirmed CP in the docomo select campaign!

> Eren also vehemently arguing for a motherly Levi look! While he himself, told to have a motherly look by Isayama.

> Levi’s dish being a three tier chee-burg steak at the hot spring promo! (Eren’s favorite food — 2021)

> Ererin (from drama CD) and No Name parallels

> Eren celebrating Levi’s birthday in junior high and at Fukuoka Tower (Christmas 2020)

> Red Swan Spotify album cover is just the two of them

> Their backs—touching!!

> Pretty much all of Attack on Junior High episode 2 is Eren chasing after Levi

> no one else understanding why Eren works so hard to protect Levi (Historia’s punch), get praised by Levi (Levi’s disappointment at their lack of cleaning)

> Eren constantly defending him from bad rumors (interview with Eren)

> Mikasa making out Levi to be a pervert for taking Eren away too often (2013 drama CD)

> Levi kicking down doors for Eren (return to the basement)

> edit: Levi and Eren got in the same sauna room nekkid and nothing happened 😊

So yes, ereri is precious.

[delta-pavonis]

Fic Update: Name Me, Tame Me Ch 8

Dreamling (Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling) || Rated E || 36k words || COMPLETE Alternate Universe - Mafia, Mafia AU, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, alpha!Hob, omega!Dream, BDSM, D/s, Dom/sub, kink negotiation, voyeurism, masturbation, vaginal sex, anal sex, cowgirl position, multiple orgasms, riding crops, (almost) no lube, squirting, female ejaculation, first time squirting, shibari, oral sex, posessive Hob, lingerie, weapons kink, object insertion, bloodplay, biting, licking cum off the floor, come eating, slut praising, sex furniture, spanking bench, discussion of cock and ball torture, aftercare, cock cages, shower sex, come marking, scent marking, watersports, urination, anal fingering, breeding, breeding kink, discussion of mpreg, orgasm delay/denial, bondage, spreader bars, face-fucking, discussion of somnophilia, impact play, flogging, St. Andrew's cross, anal fisting, knotting, collars, overstimulation, blood kink, blood drinking

Dream spins, whirls on him like the furious animal he is, crossing the space between them in an instant. "No. I will not. Because I am free to. And so I can say no. And I am," he leans into Hob's space, close enough to kiss him, “saying,” slowly, he breathes out, weighing it down with gravel, "No."

Read Chapter 8 on AO3 (but please PLEASE read the author's note first!)

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

monster ii, m | myg, jjk

pairing(s): yoongi x reader x jungkook

summary: Once again, mafia boss Min Yoongi and his bodyguard Jeon Jungkook have some fun with you. Nah, you didn’t do anything this time. They’re just horny. 

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; intense smut (fem reader, m/m masturbation, a cock ring is involved, threesome (kinda?), unprotected sex [get tested please], creampie); abuse; non-idol!AU - mafiaaboss!AgustD!Yoongi (black-haired Daechwita AU), longhaired!tattooed!Jungkook; mercenary!reader; Jungkook has a praise kink; you have a pain kink

I wasn’t actually going to post this, but it seemed like a lot of people enjoyed monster so this is my gift to you. :)

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The first reason you woke up was sound. 

The second reason was pain. 

You didn't open your eyes yet, focused on the pins and needles of your legs from being in one position too long. Holy shit. Whatever tranquilizer they gave you fucked you up, hard. Your head throbbed, hazy and disoriented. You weren't even sure you were awake yet. There was a firmness against your ass. A chair. The wood dug into your back and shoulder blades. You were sitting and your arms were sore. You tried to move them but realized they were tied to the back of the chair with rope. Not the normal, lazy kind of tie, no. Intricate knots, beautiful handiwork. Shibari. 

Park Jimin's work.

You were wearing a ridiculous black lace lingerie set and matching stockings, the kind that was completely see-through with select... openings in certain key places. What was even the point of these things? Surprisingly, the openings at the nipples and crotch weren't freezing you to death. There was a warmth around you and you cracked your eyes open to see a black velvet robe draped around the chair and your body, the lace accents matching the set.

Very pretty, if you gave a shit.

You could hear the sound of skin on skin. Even though the light in the room was low, it hurt to open your eyes. This is why you hated tranquilizers. You ended up squinting. 

Again, you heard the familiar whimper.

Your neck was killing you. Part of you wanted to continue playing dead. The other part of you remembered the last words Kim Taehyung told you as he pinned you down for the injection.

“Hyung doesn’t treat his other women like he treats you.”

The anger that flared within made you raise your head. 

A hotel room. It didn't matter which hotel or where. The only thing that mattered was that Min Yoongi was standing at the foot of the bed. He was wearing a loose white t-shirt that revealed his pale chest and silver chains. Black hair pushed back from his forehead, the red scar on his right eye out in the open. Black jeans and black underwear at his knees, because he was stroking his dick.

His pale hand moved up and down, slowly, as if he was relishing in the pleasure. The muscles of his arm flexed as he moved, his index finger leisurely spreading his pre-cum over the angry red head. Yoongi wasn't making a sound. 

The one making noise was Jungkook.

He was on his knees in front of Yoongi, completely naked, feverishly stroking himself with his right hand as his eyes transfixed to Yoongi's hand getting himself off. The tattoos on his right arm seemed to dance with his movement. His other hand was on his thigh, nails digging into his skin as he whined.

"Hyung, let me suck you off," Jungkook pleaded, tearing his eyes away to look up at Yoongi and his teasing smirk.

"Take your hand off. Let hyung see what a good boy you are."

Jungkook whined again, removing his hand from his dark red, throbbing cock. Ah.

The fucking sadist had made Jungkook wear a cock ring. Poor thing couldn't even cum.

Yoongi seemed to sense your burning hatred because his eyes flickered towards you. You cracked your neck in attempt to relieve some of the kinks, not taking your eyes off him. His smirk grew wider. The entire time, your hands were searching for a way to get out of your restraints but Jimin was a fucking pro. How annoying. 

"Look, Jungkook, your favorite cockslut is awake."

Jungkook turned his head to look at you. You weren't sure how long Yoongi had been teasing him, but it must have been a while. His long black hair was sweaty and sticking to his forehead, pupils blown wide with lust, pink tongue licking his lips as he panted. His jaw was tight, sharp with tension. He looked thoroughly fucked out and you could guess Yoongi hadn't even let him orgasm yet. 

You didn't say anything, not because you didn't have anything prepared, but because you knew Yoongi was doing this on purpose. He was trying to get a reaction out of you. Yoongi barked Jungkook's name and the younger man faced him abruptly.

"You've been a good boy," Yoongi purred, low and deep. Jungkook bit his lip, looking up at him expectantly.

"Open your pretty mouth for me."

A strange feeling coursed through you. It was like your veins were on fire. You realized your mouth was open and you shut it immediately, breathing hard. You watched Jungkook open his mouth, tongue lolling out, hungry and desperate. Begging his hyung as Yoongi stepped up, stroking himself faster. You saw his jaw tighten with effort as Yoongi shut his eyes, softly moaning. Why were you so angry watching this? Every muscle in your body wanted to ram into Jungkook to push him out of the way. After a moment, Yoongi snapped his eyes open and stared directly at you. Directly at your hunched form, body half-shrouded in shadow from the robe, eyes fixed on his dick, breathless.

Yoongi came with a hiss, all over Jungkook's tongue, shooting thick white liquid down his throat, splattering on his chin and cheek. Jungkook groaned, swallowing greedily before opening his mouth again to receive Yoongi's last residual pumps of dripping cum. Yoongi was breathing hard, exhaling as he came down from his high. After a moment, Yoongi removed his hand and held it out. Jungkook licked it clean, palming himself despite knowing he couldn't get off. 

You blinked slowly, finding your entire body tense. Your eyes drifted over Yoongi's form, his long legs, his defined waist, his large hands, his broad shoulders. You finally stopped at his face to see him smirking at you. You narrowed your eyes at him. 

Yoongi chuckled and tucked himself away with one hand, pulling up his pants. The other was wet with Jungkook's saliva. He tilted his head as he walked towards you. You wanted to kick him in the nuts, but you must have been on some fucking horse tranquilizer or some shit. Your legs felt like lead.

Yoongi didn't say anything. He just slapped you across the face with his wet hand. Your head jerked to one side from the force, skin stinging sharply from his open palm. He wasn't wearing his rings because he had been masturbating, otherwise it would have been much worse. 

Silence. 

Centimeter by slow centimeter, you turned your head back to face him. Your face stung with pain but it was nothing compared to the daggers you were glaring at him with. 

Yoongi grinned. “I love it when you’re angry.”

You bared your teeth and snarled.

His hand shot out and clamped around your throat, pushing your head back and forcing your spine to arch painfully. The velvet robe fell onto the floor, leaving you exposed to the cool air as Yoongi’s hand tightened around your throat, jamming your shoulder blades into the chair. You tried to fight him but he slapped you again, harder, making your see stars.

“Fuck you,” you choked out, strength draining with each passing second.

“Not tonight,” Yoongi said calmly, slapping your tits repeatedly. You flinched at the contact, trying to twist away. Jungkook was losing his mind. You couldn’t see him very well, but he was moaning, probably jacking off to Yoongi smacking you around. Bastard.

Yoongi pinched one of your nipples, hard, and you bucked, black spots dancing in your vision. He released you and kicked the chair. Your whole body toppled and you hit the ground hard on your knees, thankfully having enough strength to twist and skid across the carpet with your shoulder. Your shoulder burned painfully and all three points hurt from impact.

You were breathing hard, neck on fire, your entire body rattling as it struggled to breathe. Your eyes flickered upward as Yoongi looked down at you with a bored expression. Something must have pissed him off because Yoongi wasn’t usually the one who beat you. Usually it was Jungkook, Jimin, or literally anyone else. He also usually let you fight back because he enjoyed watching you fight. You cackled, tasting iron in your mouth.

“This is how you treat the other women, huh?” you taunted.

You saw him pause. His black hair was shrouding his dark eyes so you couldn’t read his expression. Your knees were fucking killing you. You exhaled sharply and leaned your face against the carpet. After a moment, Yoongi reached into his pocket and pulled out his switchblade. He moved around your body and cut the top of the rope, freeing you from the chair. You tried to pull your arms apart but, of course, they were still tied.

Fuck.

Yoongi yanked the chair out from under you, smacking you right in the shoulder blades. You hissed, twisting your body to get on your knees. Yoongi just calmly grabbed your arms by the rope and dragged you along the ground, throwing you onto the bed. It was unceremonious. He continued to shove you around until you were on your face, kneeling, ass up in the air. You tried to lift your upper body but he pushed you down roughly. You suddenly felt his lips next to your ear.

“Jealous?”

You froze.

What?

Before you could even fathom what he meant by that, you could hear Jungkook climbing onto the bed, and the next moment you were almost screaming into the bed as Jungkook plunged his thick, rock-hard cock right into you. A loud, wet squelch paired with Jungkook’s wail of satisfaction. Fuck. You were wet from Yoongi hitting you. You hadn’t even realized it. Jungkook’s rough hands grabbed your ass and began to thrust into your roughly, already hitting you so deep that you gasped in pain.

“Jungkookie,” Yoongi purred patiently, still holding you down with a hand on your upper back. “You forgot to take the cock ring off.”

Jungkook whimpered, slowing down a bit as he sank fully into you.

“But hyung…”

You could hardly register what the fuck was going on. You could barely breathe being face-first into the sheets, Jungkook was setting your hips on fire with how tight he was gripping you and you were sure the head of his cock was smacking your cervix with every thrust. His cock throbbed against your walls. Tears stung your eyes.

“Hyung, I thought you liked seeing me with it on…” Jungkook was saying. You could imagine the unsure look on his face, the hesitant lip bite. “I’ll do anything you want, hyung. I want to make you happy.”

This guy was fucking whipped for Yoongi. You couldn’t even begin to think what that was like.

You felt Yoongi shift his weight and lean forward, pressing your further into the sheets. You didn’t even bother making noise. They were in their own world. Maybe if you passed out you wouldn’t have to remember any of this.

“Take it out for me. Let hyung see your pretty cock.”

A soft, choked sob came out of you as Jungkook pulled out, cock glistening with your juices. You prayed Yoongi didn’t hear, but his nails digging into your back told you otherwise.

“Come.”

Jungkook groaned as Yoongi freed him. There was a thunk as the cock ring hit the wood of the chair before falling to the floor.

“Show me how much you can give her,” Yoongi murmured, leaning back. “Let hyung see how full you make your cockslut.”

Jungkook rammed himself into you once again. You winced, your entire body shuddering as he began to thrust into you mercilessly, strong hands holding you in place as he fucked you. You felt cool metal against your skin as Yoongi sliced your ropes free. Before even computing you could use your arms again, you were gasping in pain was pins and needles ravaged your arms, sputtering as Yoongi grabbed you by the hair to lift your head up. It took all of your power to claw for something, anything, to give you some hold. You found yourself clutching his shirt, gasping as you looked straight into those dark eyes, that familiar red scar. Your body was jerking forward from the force of Jungkook’s thrusts but you could only helplessly stare at Yoongi as he smirked at you, flashing his white teeth.

“This is the way I treat you,” he breathed.

You clenched your jaw, your hands clenching into fists on his shirt. “I hate you,” you grinded out.

Jungkook moaned so loudly that it was almost a scream. Your eyes widened as suddenly a torrent of cum was shot inside you and you pitched forward, scabbing at Yoongi’s shirt and holding onto him. Oh, fuck. So much. So fucking much that you couldn’t even think straight. It felt like your pussy was being stretched out and at the same time you could feel it oozing out of you, splattering onto the sheets. Oh, fuck, you could even smell it. Your hips felt numb as Jungkook began to rolling his hips into you again, groaning at the slick sensitivity. Your thighs were shaking, covered in Jungkook’s cum mixing with your juices.

Yoongi chuckled.

You looked up, face to face with him. Eyes wide, panting, clutching onto his shoulder and shirt for dear life as he grinned at you. Your pussy felt like it was going to explode with the amount Jungkook shot into you. In fact, it was actively dripping and making a puddle underneath you two. Something touched your face. You froze, feeling Yoongi’s hand against your cheek, thumb running over your lips. He sighed, dark eyes finding yours, pupils blown wide with lust.

“Want to fuck your mouth so fucking bad. Want to feel my cock being squeezed by your throat.”

Something inside you snapped. You heard a moan, a long, wanton, pleading moan – oh, fuck, that was you. Pleasure racked through every fiber of your being as your walls clamped around Jungkook, forcing another orgasm out of him as you came, Yoongi’s name leaving your lips like a fucking prayer. His eyes widened at your reaction, lips in a soft ‘o’ as you grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him to you, teeth sinking into his neck as you screamed in pleasure.

His skin, his taste – it filled your mouth and seared its memory into you. Was there ever anything that tasted so good? So erotic? You could feel the wave coming again and moaned against Yoongi’s neck as you came again, licking your bite, pressing your lips against his skin. Your hands snaked around him, splayed against his back and digging your nails into him as Jungkook pulled out, gasping, splattering cum on your back and ass. Who was mumbling Yoongi’s name like that, so soft and sweet as if you were lovers?

You.

And then the pain came crashing down and you couldn’t think anymore.

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click here for part iii

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masterpost

[aella-a]

we all like courtly intrigue

I have this problem.  My preferred genre is historical/feudal fantasy.  But I like mafia, too, and science fiction, and anything that’s fantastical or dramatic setting.

So my problem, when I like a historic/feudal fantasy I think ‘what if this was a mafia series, who would be what’ and then I get a mafia series and then I’m like ‘but …okay, yes it’s mafia but what if it was historical feudal persian/european/asian fusion *wave hands hazily about accuracy*

So then my brain is like ‘Aella,sweetie’, at 4am in the morning, you have the covid cough, ;YOU CAN’T SLEEP, how bout if you come up with this fantastical AU where the characters in Kinnporsche are in a feudal historical dynasty, huh huh, something that will keep you awake for four hours, but will never be written because your brain is defective.;

And I’m like, sure, okay - so this time im going share this.  

So guys, what if Kinnporsche was set in an historicall fantasy, think any Game of Thrones/Nirvana in Fire series you’ve ever watched.  It would work, I mean the mafia is their own powerful dynasty who runs their own empire, what’s the difference, other than the fashion, and the ….technology…whatever, it’s less crimey.  Yes yes there are crimes but the entire place is run by the royal family, let me have my anti-democratic fantasy okay, every old white man can…so…

Kinn is the heir, his father is the King/Emperor. His cousin is a sneaky psychotic Prince trying to usurp the throne, his older brother is a failure as an heir, his bodyguards are his royal guard who came from minor noble families/clans,  - the ‘boy toys are’ the boys in his harem, who he cycles through.  Kim is the younger brother who hangs out at taverns and plays music and doesn’t train.

Porsche is just a regular commoner, who works in a tavern and fights for money to get his brother through the bard academy, through circumstances which are similar to the series, minus cars, motorbikes, guns and cigarettes, add in swords and horses,  Porsche saves his life.

‘Okay, now you are going to be in the Royal Guard’ tada, genius..  What happens next?

I don’t know.  I’m not paid for this. Someone can be inspired maybe ;)

[disasterofastory]

The maid of Mr. Barnes - Part 1 (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

The maid of Mr. Barnes Part 1 - Interview // The maid of Mr. Barnes Masterlist Bucky Barnes x Reader Mafia AU Warnings: none

Summary: You have an interview for the maid job.

A/N: The first chapter of my new series about Bucky as a mobster and Reader as his new maid. I’m really excited about this story and I hope you will like it. Enjoy!

You are in the middle of nowhere. Acres of clear meadows surround you with forests in the background. Colorful wildflowers decorate the tall grass. Blooming red poppies cover the peaceful scenery. They ripple under the slight breeze of summer. The sun is at the top of the clear sky, warming your skin as you push yourself closer to the window. You can feel its heat on your shoulder. The bus slowly rocks under you with every hump and turn. The muscles of your legs flex as you try to keep your balance on your seat. Your eyes are on the view as you search for your destination. Nobody told you you have to go out to the middle of nowhere. Nobody told you that Mr. Barnes lives so far away from the city.

"Hey, Miss," the driver calls out for you as the bus stops with a loud creak. He glances at you over his shoulder. "This is your stop." You frown at his words but still move to get off the vehicle with a soft thank you. "And where should I go?" You turn back to the bus, looking up at the man behind the wheel. "Go straight, miss. You won't miss it." Well, if Mr. Barnes doesn't live in a tree, you are sure you won't miss it. "Thank you," you sigh, nodding at the driver as the doors of the bus close in front of you.

Soon, the bus departs, leaving you on the side of the road. There is a wooden board with a riding school name on it. A painted white horse looks back at you above the crooked letters. The dirt road behind it leads into the forest with muddy wheel tracks. The musky scent of the animals slaps you across the face as the light wind swirls in the air. The heavy smell settles in your nostrils.

Adjusting the bag on your shoulder, you turn to the other way to continue your journey to the given address.

The agency you work for called you a few days ago with an offer. They told you somebody needs a maid and asked if you are interested. You would have to move in, and it pays well. It was everything you wanted, but there was a catch. Of course, there is always a catch. You would work for Mr. Barnes. The mob boss. One of the leaders of the Avengers.

You heard of them before like everyone else. The gang rules the city and a lot of others. Some say they are harmless if you don't cross their way, while others are sure they are cruel and ready to kill you even because of a glance. You don't know who you should believe. You never had to care about them until now. But right now, you are in great need of a job and money, and you are not in the position to be picky. At this point, you don't care if Mr. Barnes is a gangster or a baker if he pays you well.

Almost half an hour later, you find the right road that leads you to the mansion. You can barely see the white building behind the tall brick wall that encircles the whole estate.

Well, at least he doesn't live in a tree.

You glance down at your watch with a relieved sigh. You still have five minutes until the interview. You are surprised you get here on time. There was a point in your journey when you were sure the bus driver made a fool of you. You stop in front of the iron gate, smoothing out the invisible wrinkles on your clothes. There is a panel on the wall with a blank screen. You frown at it. What should you do with it? You are ready to panic when a voice breaks your confused state from nowhere. Jumping at the sudden noise, you look up at the cameras that turn your way in sync with the question. "Who are you?" "I'm Y/N," you speak up after a few seconds of hesitation. You grimace when you hear the trembling of your voice. "I'm here for the interview for the maid position." "Come in," somebody answers, and with that, the gate opens just enough to let you in. It creaks and groans.

A gravel road leads you to the building, splitting in two with a fountain in the middle. Water falls from the top with an elegant curve. Well-kept trees and bushes follow you on your way. The air is filled with the scent of blooming flowers. Small pebbles creak under your steps, and a man already waits for you on the marble porch. He wears jeans and a simple shirt. The fabric does nothing to hide his muscled body.

"Good morning," you speak up first, trying to put on your bravest face. A small jerk of the man's lips tells you that your attempt is unsuccessful. "Good morning," he says, holding out his hand for a shake when you reach him. "Sam Wilson." "Y/N Y/L/N," you introduce yourself, grabbing his warm hand. His squeeze is gentle and doesn't last longer than a second. "Come on in," he says. "I hope it's not a problem if we look into your bag. It's a protocol." "It's okay," you hum, following him into the building. What could your answer be? No? You didn't come all the way to back out now because they want to see what is in your bag.

A small room opens from the foyer. A man sits behind a desk full of computers. With a quick glance, you can see a lot of different parts of the house on the screens. Mr. Barnes really protects his place, huh? "Y/N, he is Phil," Sam says, introducing you to the man. "If you get the job, you will meet him often." "Hello," you wave at him awkwardly. "Ms. Y/L/N," he nods your way, taking your bag from your hand to look into it. "Can I trust you enough to believe you don't have any bug on you?" Your eyes widen at Sam's words. "A what?" You ask back. "A listening device," he explains. "Oh," you gasp. "No. I-I have nothing on me besides... clothes." You are not sure you would let them search you even though you really need the job. "Okay," Phil speaks up, giving you back your bag. "It's clear." "Great," Sam nods, touching your elbow for a second to goad you to the stairs. "We will talk in my office if it's okay with you?" "Sure," you nod, following up to the second floor.

You are confused about where Mr. Barnes is, but after some thinking, it's obvious he wouldn't waste his time on you. You are sure he has much more important things to do than questioning somebody for a maid position.

The house is beautiful with natural colors and huge windows. Expensive paintings hang on the walls with more expensive furniture and decorations all around the place. After a few turns, you entirely lost yourself in the corridors, almost walking into the man when he stops in front of a door.

"Sit down, please," he says, motioning you to one of the chairs in front of a huge mahogany desk. "So, Y/N Y/L/N," he starts, sitting down on his chair, and leaning back on it. "You live in the city with one of your friends, correct?" "Yes," you nod, surprised. Sam smiles at you apologetically, seeing your shock. "Background check," he says. "I hope you understand." "Yes," you nod. It doesn't mean you feel comfortable with it. What do they know about you already? "And you have already worked as a maid before," he states. "Yes," you nod again. "For two years. And before it, I worked in hotels." "So you know what you would have to do here. Bucky doesn't ask much, just basic cleaning and keeping everything organized. He has a chef and a few gardeners. They come and go every few days. And a team comes a few times a month for deep cleaning." You nod. It's a relief. You don't know how you could keep this place clean alone all the time. You would need a week just to wash the windows. "If you get the job, you would have to live here. Is it okay?" "Yes." "And I guess you already know about what we do?" "Yes." Your lips are dry, and you have to force your leg not to bounce. Everybody knows what they do. "I shouldn't even say this, but this job requires discretion. I'm sure you will see and hear things that may disturb you, but Bucky needs someone who can keep her mouth shut and turn a blind eye on things." "I can do that," you reply a bit too quickly. "I mean, I will try... I hope." "It's okay, Y/N," Sam smiles at you warmly. "It's understandable you are a bit nervous." Nervous doesn't describe how you really feel. A job interview is already stressful enough without meeting with gangsters. "A lot of our men sleep here from time to time, or they even move in when needed. All of us have our own rooms, and it's not your job to keep them tidy, but they still need cleaning from time to time. And the same goes for the offices. Most of your job will be in the common rooms and what they ask you to do. Is it okay?" "Yes," you nod. "I can even help in the kitchen or in the garden," you offer, hoping you don't sound too desperate. "Can you cook?" "Yes." You are not a master chef, but nobody complained before. "And the garden?" "I learn quickly." "That's a good thing in this house. Do you have anything else to say?" "I guess you already know everything," you tell him after some thinking. You hope the sarcasm isn't so obvious in your tone. "That's probably true," he nods. "If that's it, we are done here. I will call you this week with the decision, but I wouldn't be worried if I were you. For obvious reasons, not many people applied for this job." You don't feel better after his comment. Maybe applying for the job was a mistake? The others maybe know something you don't? You stand up from your seat, unsure about what to do next. Is it really over? "You can go, Y/N," he nods, busying himself with a document in front of him. "Thank you," you reply in the end, making your way to the door with a last glance back to the man. "Have a nice day, Mr. Wilson."

The moment you touch the handle, the door bursts open, almost hitting you on the face. A loud gasp breaks up from your chest as you jump back. "Oh!" A man stops at the doorway, looking at you with shock. "I'm sorry." "It's okay," you croak out. "I'm fine." "Are you here for the job?" "Yes," you nod. "We are finished just now," Sam says. "Steve, let Y/N go on her way. I'm sure she has already fed up with us." Sam's voice is cheeky and humorous as the blond man in front of you steps out of your way to let you leave. "Have a nice day," you tell them again as a goodbye.

A relieved sigh leaves your lips as you step out of the room before you stop in your tracks. Where did you come from?

"You are a bastard, Sam," Steve says to his friend after the door closes behind him with a soft click. A devilish smile pulls on his lips. "She will wrap Bucky around her little finger within a minute." Steve Rogers knows his best friend and the type of women Bucky likes. And you are just the type. "He deserves it after making fun of me so many times because of Leila." A muffled knock cuts into their conversation before Steve can answer. "Yes?" The blond man opens the door, becoming face to face with you once again. "Did you forget something?" "I..." you clear your throat. "I don't know where the exit is," you confess. Your skin heats up, and the men's laugh doesn't help your embarrassment even though their amusement is not mocking. You don't want to know what they may think of you now. The silly girl can't even find her way out of the building that's bigger than all of the houses she lived in her whole life. "I will show you," Steve offers, looking back at Sam over his shoulder. "We will talk later."

"I'm Steve Rogers, by the way," he introduces himself formally, walking beside you. "Y/N Y/L/N," you reply. "I didn't see your car outside." "I came by bus," you shrug. "Bus?" He asks, surprised. "I will take you home." It's not an offer. It's a statement. "You don't have to," you argue softly anyway. "I'm sure you have more important things to do." "It's fine, Y/N," he smiles at you. His crystal blue eyes gleam under the rays of sunshine filtering through the windows. "Thank you," you reply at the end. Arguing with Steve would probably be futile, so you don't even try it. If he wants to take you home, so be it. You would have to wait for the next bus for an hour anyway.

You are happy the interview is over. Both Sam and Steve seem nice, but you know better than to trust their facade. They are dangerous men, and you still didn't meet with your boss.

Mr. Barnes.

[jae-daddy]

Red Rose (2)

Jaebum mafia au 

one / three / four

pairing: Jaebum x Reader  genre: mafia!au, romance, drama, angst, mature plot: your high school sweetheart, Im Jaebum, is the most feared criminal and you’re his one true love a/n: at this point, this is basically mafia crack - i’ll write another one that is all dangerous this one is wack right now lmao. Also in my opinion guns should never ever be used. i know this treats gun use lightly but it does not show my opinion or my views - gun use should be banned everywhere. i can go on a whole rant but i wont unless y’all want to hear it <3 but i hope y’all will enjoy this  not edit

Your palm pressed against his, as you lay your head on his shoulder. His hand wrapped around yours, the other held on your waist, as his cheek fell on your head. You softly swayed with the music playing from the boombox settled on his desk at the corner of his room.

“You look beautiful tonight,” Jaebum moved back, looking into your eyes. You let out a quiet snort at him for being so adorable.

“Sure, I do, Jaebum,” you rolled your eyes.

You had missed your ball in highschool, so here was your boyfriend making up for it in his room. You were in your yellow duck pjs, and Jaebum in a sweatshirt and pjs pants covered with Bart Simpson’s face.

“I mean it,” he kissed your forehead, and as you stared into his eyes you believed him.

Everything was magicial and beautiful. Nothing could compare to this, especially not a high school ball.

“Table number 5,” Randy woke you up from the memory you had lost yourself in.

You instantly moved walking towards the table as you pulled out your notebook and pen from your apron. You froze when you saw the group infront of you, but you pretended to keep your cool.

Jaebum wasn’t here with them, but it was the rest of the boys. They had been coming here a lot after that night. 

You don’t think Jaebum had recognised you, he ate the food, left a generous tip and walked out. He didn’t come to the diner again, but the others did. 

And they came very often. Atleast, once every two days.

“Hey, welcome back,” you cringed, but ignored it as you carried on. “What can I get y’all today?”

“Oh, howdy partner,” the pretty boy with the juicy lips said, as the others groaned in displeasure. He chuckled happily at the reaction before continuing, “I’ll have the waffles again, with two scoops of icecream and extra sauce.”  

“No problem,” you smiled, and took the orders for the rest of the group.

Your heart settled slightly as you placed their food in front of them. Jaebum was not coming again today. That made you feel relieved, but made your gut twist and heart sink all at once.

Even though he didn’t recognise you, it was nice seeing him again. It felt nice to be in his presence once again, even though things were not as they used to be.

Something about Jaebum had dulled down. Something heavy walked with him, step after step, it weighed him down. It darkened the world around him. 

Even his group of friends lessened their horsing around when he sat with them.

Something about him had changed and it broke your heart seeing him like that.

In the hour that he was here at the diner a week ago, he hadn’t laughed once. Even when his whole group was laughing and joking, he didn’t participate. Only commenting once or twice. and one rare smile that didn’t shine as bright as before. He wasn’t the Jaebum who held you in his private ball, and danced to old love songs with you.

He was someone else.

But it didn’t matter. You wanted to see him again, be around him once again. Just be in the same room, and breathe the same air as him. You missed him, and even this Jaebum was enough to warm your heart for the smallest moment.

The sky had gotten darker over your shift today. You looked at the old watch on your wrist and saw it was nearly midnight. You walked to the back, and told Randy you’ll finish after checking out table 5.

“Yeah alright, just bring the dishes in too,” he said, lost in the game of numbers as he started at his accounts book.

You nodded, even though he wouldn’t see it, and walked off. You waited twenty minutes, before the group finished.

“Was the food okay?” You asked, as you placed the check on the table.

“It was great,” one of them said pulling out his card.

“My shake wasn’t sweet enough,” the tall one, Yugyeom, said smiling sweetly.

“Yugyeom!” The one holding the card growled at him. And that’s how you knew his name. Every night Yugyeom would say something, and every night the card bearer would scrowl at him.

“You should try the double chocolate next time.” You smiled, as you took the card to the cashier.

The boys left within ten minutes, and twenty minutes later you finally left work.

Your sigh left you as a puff of white smoke, as you put on your gloves and exited from the back door into the alleyway. 

Jaebum hadn’t come today, again. You felt your heart sink, but you brushed it off.

There was no point dwelling on something that out of your control. All it did was give you sleepless nights filled with worry and a thousand scenarios of reunion of how you and Jaebum will get back together.

You shook your head, as another image of Jaebum walking into the diner missing you by a second entered your mind. He walks over to the counter, looking down at a shocked Randy.

“Where is she? Where is y/n?” Jaebum askes with agony and hope heavy in his voice. His eyes look around the diner with desperation, then back at Randy. 

Randy is taken aback by the tears shining in Jaebum’s eyes, as he tells him; “she just left.”

Jaebum curses under his breath as he rushes out the door, and runs to find you. He sees your shadow further down the road, at the crossing. The lights for the crossing turns green and you start walking.

“Y/n!” Jaebum yells. You turn around, and you freeze. Jaebum remains in his place and the traffic moves around us. His breath racing as he looks at you unable to look away. Finally, he had found you.

You’re standing there shocked; your chest heaving and your cheeks and nose painted rosy.

OMG

And its snowing!

Omg brilliant. 

And then a truck comes your way-

“Okay, stop.” You told yourself, sternly.  You closed your eyes embarrased by yourself. “What the fuck are you thinking?” “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU THINKING FUCKER?” Your eyes widened as you jumped in your place.

“What-” you whispered, holding your hands at your heart. You removed your beanie from over your ear, and stuck your head out to the left to hear better.

“You really think Marco will let you fuckers live after what you did?” You gasped as you couldn’t believe your ears.

“Omg, real gangsters.” You murmured suprised. You had never seen one, only in movies and tv shows. But they still sounded scary as they you thought they would.

Some guys laughed at that comment, and it was silent for a moment.

You wanted to take a peak around the corner and see what was going on, but you knew better.

“I do know better, right?” You bit your lip tempted. You wanted to look, just a small peak. They wouldn’t even notice you were there. You could get real close to the wall and crouch on the floor so- “No, I know better.”

You shook your head and started walking before you did something stupid.

“Yeah?” Someone chuckled making you freeze, you knew that voice. “Well, goodluck telling Marco what happened here today, fucker.”

It was Yugyeom.

You turned on your heels, walking close to the wall. You took a deep breath, and looked over the corner, and your jaw dropped.

There were about five guys on charging towards Yugyeom.

Yugyeom pulls out a gun, shoots two in their legs and is about to shoot another when gun is wacked from his hands as a punch lands on his stomach. The gun lands a few feet away from you. 

You cover your mouth to hold in the terrified gasp that was left you. The scene was straight from a movie.

Yugeyom smashed his head into the guy who had punched his stomach making him stumble back. He grabbed another one by their neck, kicking another in his balls and then knocking him out with a kick once he fell on his knees.

He twisted his arm loosening his grip, making the guy with the neck grip turn around. He pulls his back towards him, and wraps his arms around his throat. Yugyeom chokes the guy as he struggles for air, soon sliding down and Yugyeom lets him go.

The guy with the broken nose charges again, but Yugyeom right hooks before jumping and karate kicking his face. He falls to the ground, and in a matter of seconds Yugyeom has defeated five guys who were bigger than him.

You were impressed and terrified all at once. Your whole body was shaking with adrenaline as you took the scene in front of you.

This was the guy who wanted sweeter milkshake, and would laugh and smile so innocently. But this was also the guy, wiping the blood from the corner of his lips, his black shirt tore open from missing buttons revealing his chest.

Yugyeom chuckled cockily turning towards the guy who you thought was the boss because thats it goes. The minions fight and the boss sits back and watches, and then he steps in.

Before Yugyeom could turn to face him; the boss had jumped from the car infront of Yugyeom. He elbowed Yugyeom making him fall to the ground. He pulled out his gun and pointed it at Yugyeom’s head.

Yugyeom chuckled, still being a cocky little shit.

The boss slammed the gun onto Yugyeom’s face making you wince as a cut formed on his forehead.

You couldn’t think properly. Yugyeom’s arms fell weakly by his side, as he looked up and closed his eyes. He opened them slowly staring down the barrel of the gun.

Had he given up?

The boss smirked down at Yugyeom.

“Sad that you can’t give this message to your boss yourself,” he sneered at Yugyeom, leaning in closer before standing tall over him. You started moving, your body having no control of your movements.

“But your dead body would do the trick.”

He unlocked the gun, and in a second, you picked up Yugyeom’s gun, unlocked it and shot it in their direction.

The silencer must have come off, because a loud bang made your ears ring. You dropped the gun, covering your ears.

You managed to regain some of your senses and looked towards Yugyeom.

His eyes closed tightly, and he didn’t move. You heart shrivelled in your chest as your blood ran cold.

Your ears rang loudly, as you fell to the floor. You gasped for air but nothing came into your lung. 

You stared at Yugyeom, as he remained still; not moving.

You couldn’t do it. You couldn’t save him.

And then red fell on his face; little splatters and then bigger blobs.

Yugyeom opened one eye, peaking at the sight in front of him.

Both of your eyes widened as your jaws fell wide open. The boss in his black coat fell to the cold damp ground as red seeped out from him.

Yugyeom’s eyes met yours, and they widened even further.

You took in a deep breath, gasping once more. This time the frosty air filled your lungs. It burned your dry throat, and cooled your lungs as you collapsed on to the palms on your hand. Your knees bent, the grainy street digging into your leggings as you closed your eyes.

“Are you okay?” You called out, gulping.

Yugyeom didn’t answer. He stared at you for a moment before opening his mouth. But he couldn’t say anything, before he could another voice boomed from behind you.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?”

You turned around only to be blinded by the bright light. You covered your eyes as your eyes adjusted to the light. You could make out four figures against the harsh lights.

“Where is your silencer, Yugyeom? Get up the cops will be here soon.” The same voice said, and this time you could tell who it was.

“We have a bigger problem,” Yugyeom got up and began walking towards you. “It wasn’t me.”

“Really? Who was it then?” The guy who always snapped at Yugyeom snapped once again.

“it was her,” Yugyeom pointed at you, as he stood a few inches away from you.

“The waitress?!” Someone gasped. “The hell?”

You looked up at the boys who surrounded you, and then at the body laying unmoving and blood spilling out from him. You left bile come up, as you turned to the side and vomitted.

You looked up one last time to see Jaebum stare at you in shock, and then darkness fell over you.