#mafia on my mind

[inkystaar]

hey. don’t cry. mafia dash simulator.

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guys!! angel duo is literally so toxic why are you shipping them :(( and cedar is like!! a bajillion years old and gem’s way younger!!! it’s really weird :((

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You literally ship Bowie/Jordan for goodness sake… Please be quiet.

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oh so now i’m banned from joy and whimsy?? i see how it is!!!

#literally so rude #just because i want a little enemies to lovers??? so toxic

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actually so pissed off that cinth broke the bond with icarus… like yeah it was an accident but he’s still to blame…

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EXCUSE ME??? CINTH IS LITERALLY THE BEST!!!! AND ICARUS FORGAVE HIM!!!

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i was going to argue with you but in your bio it says you’re 15…wait a few years, okay sweaty?

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any 1 else miss the polycule 😞

like…remember that 1 ship art of them cuddling?? so cute…and now they barely interact…

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op have you considered that they have seen the Horrors? tweaks literally went insane and bowie and gem had that whole drama?? /lh

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shh…op is living in blissful ignorance

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WAIT WHAT!!!!!!! 😭😭😭😭

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did i write another bones duo oneshot? yes.

is it the 6th one this week? …yes

do i miss bones duo? YES!!!!!

#someone save me it’s only tuesday #bones duo #they moved into my brain and won’t leave

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AUGH…. BAM….. THEY MAKE ME MENTALLY ILL…………..

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BOWIE LITERALLY KILLED SAM??? KINDA FUCKED UP FOR YOU TO SHIP THAT!!!

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but it was so heartbreaking!!! and the fanfictions that came from it were so amazing :((( (if anyone has bam fic recs PLEASE please please tell me /gen /nf)

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everytime m!gem swears a little bit of my soul leaves me

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so do you just not want her to swear LMAO?? it’s empowering

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help??? that wasn’t my point???

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then what was your point? omfg no need to be an ass abt it

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omg nevermind this literally isn’t worth my time

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[inkystaar]

He’s alive, she reminds herself, nails digging into her pajama pants. He’s alive.

man i should really finish this wip. anyway. @theleftenmostwindow @hungryslothwrites @eats-all-your-shoes

Last Line Challenge

Tagged by @blueinkscribe and @masque-of-plague

Gem wraps it back in a hug, clinging to them for life. “She’s dead. Gone. I murdered her.”

A bit of an OC Drabble I’m working on!

Tagging: @hydeomonster @little-orphan-ant

@inkystaar @transfemjimmysolidarity

[dukesnukes]

MY JASON X ON THE JOB FOR THE MAFIA!!

[bruciemilf]

hiii ily tell some more abt silly little bruce wayne

Baby Bruce gets kidnapped. A lot

Luckily for all involved, it happens when he’s a little too young to comprehend what kidnapping IS. It does seem rather odd that mama and papa fire cooks, gardeners, and drivers so often.

(‘Fire’ is the childproof version of ‘we slaughtered these bastards in the basement’)

Thomas is very protective over him and has huge doubts about leaving him unattended. It’s just kind of hard being around your child when you reek of murder all the time

Alfred can handle it, but there’s a collective mourning in the fact that he HAS to.

Very shy kid; Aside from Oliver and Harvey, he never made a lot of friends, but then again, his parents don’t have that many either. He has his uncle Oz and his stuffed toys, and Alfie, and that’s alright with him

I think Thomas and Martha would love for him to have some, but you just can’t be too sure, ever

I think he’d make good friends with Alberto Falcone; Thomas knows an unwanted child when he sees one, so Carmine’s little son is always welcomed around.

“you know, you’re nothing like your dad” for Alberto, that’s a compliment.

Martha was an expert marksman and definitely thought him how to handle guns, but she always made a game out of it. Can’t be too harsh with the baby

Bruce was a mafioso baby let’s be real

Thomas was big on spoiling him, but he also made it clear Gotham didn’t have favorites; She can, thought, pick sides sometimes.

After he and Martha get killed, Bruce wonders why she didn’t pick theirs.

[lilnoctua]

Big boss

[yayll]

Hi!! It’s my first time requesting something so I dont know how that works.. um I was thinking of some mission like some kind of ball that dazai and y/n has to go and y/n has to seduce someone to get information out of them. You know those masquerade balls? Yeah I think that really goood!! And dazai gets sooooooooo jealous and after she got the information dazai kiss her infront of that person to show him that she’s his😭😭😭😭😭😭omg

HIII angel sorry this took me a while, but i hope you like it :') i tweaked your idea a lil and fingers crossed this is what you so graciously asked for. i tried to put my best jealous goofy ass dazai in there along with the absolute MUSH his brain turns into when he has you to himself mixed with a lil........ fucked in the headness. i love requests! this was soooo fun to write i love youuuuuu <3

~ a little something about Dazai and his uncharacteristic jealousy ~

"Osamu, come on... You're my only sweetheart, you know that."

You call out half sweetly and half out of breath as you follow him down the hallway of the lavish event you were currently attending, dressed to the nines and trying to remain undercover. You were coming to realize why people didn't date within the workplace as he walked ahead, grumbling to himself. He's trying to remain unfazed, pretending to still be upset as he shrugs with his back turned to you.

"Hmph. I dunno, I don't feel like I'm your 'sweet' anything..."

This causes you to roll your eyes affectionately and pick up the pace, placing a hand on the back of his shoulder to finally stop him in his tracks. You flash him a sincere smile, and speak softly.

"I'm really sorry you had to see that. I didn't know that asshole was going to kiss me after he let me go. I also didn't think you'd ever get jealous..."

You say that last part with a more playful tone, treading dangerous waters of your unpredictable lover's emotions. As expected, he sighs dramatically, casting you a look of disgust.

"Ugh, of course I'm not... That's honestly sooo lame and pathetic. I can entertain jealousy as much as I can entertain one of Kunikida's little speeches on morals, or whatever."

"You mean his 'ideals'?"

You chide, stifling a laugh. He glares at you, his eyes narrowing as he scans you for a moment.

He can't find a single flaw on that precious face, not a single stray hair or stain on your exquisite outfit. He should change that by the end of the night.

"... You're always so negative, correcting me and whatnot. Isn't it tiring being so irritatingly superior in every way?"

This one gets a laugh out of you, You can tell he's slowly lightening up his mood by the way you both begin walking side by side once again.

"Yeah well, if it weren't for that little kiss earlier, we'd both still be all tied up in the wine cellar of this wonderful party."

He flashes you a pout, and shrugs dismissively.

"And here I thought you of all people would like the idea of being tied up with me. Hmph, wrong partner, I suppose."

Now he was starting to pick back at you, though it was cute. Jealousy looked cute on him, it was something you didn't think he was capable of. It was a pity it had to be during a mission where your main asset was your seduction skills and his was mental instability. You hated every second of it, but you also wanted to make sure you both made it out with the secret intel alive.

You make your way into the grand ballroom, the gala is in full swing, and your eyes dart around to find a proper escape route. Just as you see an exit, a handsome and well dressed young man blocks your view, sticking his hand out.

"Hi. You're gorgeous. Care for a dance?"

You stare down at his hand and then back up at the stranger, your face flushing as you're caught off guard.

"Me? No, no I-"

Dazai immediately interjects, sloppily holding a glass of champagne that somehow manifested in his hand and pretends to be drunk. He loved his theatrics, especially when he was desperate.

He bumps harshly into the young man's shoulder, the alcohol sloshing out of the cup as he slurs, but not before he flashes you a wink to tell you to play along.

"Sooo sorry, pardon me. This indeed beautiful angel is quite busy you see... Taking care of me that is. Ooh, I'm a wreck! I'm nothing but a sad and lonely dog.. In this sad and lonely world-"

The man looks at Dazai skeptically, and huffs into a chuckle. He shoves him away, and turns his attention back to you. Your eyes dart nervously between the two, wondering what Dazai will do next.

"Shut it, clown.. Anyway, I think this further proves you should be in the company of a gentleman like me tonight rather than this wet mop-"

The sound of a champagne flute soaring through the air and connecting to the man's skull is suddenly heard, interrupting him and sending him falling to the ground along with broken glass and liquid everywhere. In one swift motion, Dazai is at your side with a premature victorious smirk, but before you can both be on your way, the man regains his posture and spins him around, punching him square in the face. Dazai's not scrawny or weak, but he isn't the most skilled fighter, relying mostly on his special ability and intelligence to get him out of things.

You gasp, instinctively grabbing Dazai by the collar of his suit and dragging him away to get lost in the crowd of concerned people. You finally make it outside and you both collapse onto the soft grass just outside the venue. It's decorated with all kinds of flowers and fragrant rose bushes, it almost looks like you're at the garden of Versailles. You look over at Dazai, his nose bleeding all over the place, but he looks completely unbothered by it. As you reach over to touch the bridge of his nose, he grabs your wrist and holds it away gently. He waves a finger at you.

"No touchy, I've got it."

He does not, in fact, got it. He looks around until he plucks a rose petal and uses it to wipe his nostrils. You frown, getting all up in his space within an instant.

"What on earth are you doing, Osamu? Let me help, you goofball. Your nose is a mess thanks to that stunt you pulled."

You tear off a bit of fabric from your outfit and dab his skin tenderly, holding his head on your lap now. You can see some blood has trailed down his neck, staining the bandages there along with the collar of his crisp white dress shirt you picked out for him this morning. Dazai perks up, his voice slightly strained but full of lightheartedness.

"How does it feel to work with the agency's most tactical and covert operative? Eh?~"

You bite back a smile, and shake your head. You murmur.

"Feels like he's asking for a death wish a little more than usual."

Your lips soon become a thin line, realizing your statement hurts a little more in the context of the situation than it usually would. He notices your mood shift as his eyes flicker from your concerned eyes down to your lips and back up again. He knows it hurts you when he's like this, reckless and acting out on the impulses of his own plans. He wants to sit up and close the gap between you, kiss you until you drop down those brave walls you're putting up for the sake of the mission. For the sake of your feelings for him. He knows he's careless with it all.

He hums, eyes trained on you as if burning the image of your heavenly self into his mind, where you always deserve to be. In the distance, a bulky sketchy looking man runs out of the venue frantically, looking around wildly and you both get the impression it's the guy from the cellar earlier who kissed you in exchange for your freedom.

Shit! You could have sworn you knocked him out cold. Dazai sits up from your lap and you two scoot more into the bush, trying to hide from him as he makes a call. You mutter under your breath, turning to Dazai as you begin to type something out on your communicator.

"Now's the perfect time to let the others know we're ready for extraction."

He's already looking at you, or gazing admiringly more like. He knows he can fuck up everything, pay any consequence, but the thing he needs to get right for the selfishness of his wretched little heart is you. He scoots a bit closer, hearing the sounds of both your shallow breaths harmonizing. He mutters, softly.

"It would also be the perfect time for you to kiss my face better. You know, for my wellness and all that. Besides, that guy wasn't very nice to us earlier and we need to get rid of any traces of him from those lips. Yuck."

You roll your eyes yet again, despite the fluttering that won't let your stomach rest.

"Who cares about that, we have a case to close first."

He smirks, voice dropping low and provocative.

"I care."

He leans in even further, practically caging you with both arms on either side of you. He can feel your breathing become more erratic, his own filled with a pathetic sense of need he always has when he's with you. Dazai's hand reaches out and grabs your chin, turning it up slightly to face him, making sure you drop this silly act once and for all. His voice comes out gentle, firm.

"I need you to physically push me away, or I swear I'm going to kiss you right now, cutie."

Your eyes widen as you let a shaky breath escape your plush lips, murmuring in return.

"I'll.. punch you in the nose again, you know..."

His hand moves from your chin to the side of your face, cupping your cheek as he takes another breath, his body aching to be as close to yours as possible. His eyes are fixed on you, tearing you apart right then and there, but not before putting you back together so nicely. In that moment, he knows you don't mean that, and he knows he can't resist anymore.

He then whispers with a finality, the anticipation torturing him like you do on a daily basis.

"I don't think I'm going to listen to that..."

You break into a faint smile as you perceive him back.

"You've still got a little blood on your-"

Without another word, Dazai closes the remaining distance between you and him, kissing you with fervor as his soft whines reverberate against your lips. You taste sweetness and then... metallic as your lips mesh together for a heavenly moment. He feels alive, this was what he needed, the soothing balm for his soul and any other wound only you could provide. He's like a vampire, a parasite leeching off of your very essence so he could be himself around you. Cowardly burrowing into the safety of your heart. You squirm just a tad, your fingers carding through his brown hair as you try to keep up. He pulls back after his nose can't push more air through and keeps his lips hovering over yours, feeling the heat from your mouth mingle with his as he sees your lips stained red with his blood. Just as he's going to comment on how disgustingly erotic it is to see you like that, he pushes away the indecent thoughts, using the bandage on his wrist to wipe your mouth instead.

"Okay, I'll be good for now. You can call for extraction.~"

It was a dumb thing to do and could be seen as him being territorial or jealous, but the reality of it was that it was the natural order of things when it came to the way he processed his affections. Someone gets in between the two of you in any way?

An uglier and more dangerous past version of himself would have called for an immediate execution, there was a reason he held the titles that he did. He did his very best to keep that mentality at bay, rebuking it every time he felt a dark urge that he felt needed to be dealt with, mostly for your sake and for the sake of the promise he made to a friend once. Though he can't lie and say that's not who he is anymore, he can always find a better way to get his point across... even if a wishful bullet to the head comes out in the form of a kiss on your precious lips. He'll try for you. He'll wear the fastidious label proudly and be Dazai, a jealous man.

[calmlb]

can we as a society please stop calling Dazai the “demon prodigy” like it’s canon??? IM BEGGING

his canon nickname is so underused too… i mean c’mon, the “black wraith of the Port Mafia??” idk if i’ve ever even seen it used in a fic 😭

[dumbfucksystem]

thinking about mafia shen family au. the system is fucking around with shen qingqius life again and is like yk what if ur not gonna tell your husband anything about yourself then ill force you to. have fun! :D

sqq doesn’t even have the time to think 'wtfff??' before Everything Happens. shen yuan’s soul gets shoved back into his original body just moments before he dies. in this version of the au he was choking on food, so he gets the lovely experience of having his airflow blocked again! lucky for him, the system dragged binghe along for the ride so he is saved before he dies again.

this route for mafia au means that the shen family never had to grieve shen yuan. im not sure how the Family reacts to their a-yuan suddenly having a very strong and intimidating significant other (boyfriend? husband?!??? wdym he got married without telling us!?!?) all of a sudden. does shen yuan come out to his family?? no, but also yes, but also not really. they knew he wasn't straight this entire time, so its more like they are coming out to him instead of the other way around. god knows they have bigger skeletons in their closets, they don't care if a twink is in there too.

there is less angst here, and it mostly centers around the comedic factor of shen yuan showing binghe around his house only for them to "stumble upon" an entire closet filled with guns..!?! shen yuan is just standing there in complete horror as binghe grabs a whole ass ar-15!?!?? hes looking at him with the most innocent eyes asking him what this strange metal object is. jesus fucking christ. his white lotus is holding a gun and now he has to explain gun control policies while his brain is leaking out of his ears. he opens his mouth right before an alarm starts blaring everywhere. he’s saved by the bell! except not really, because now six members of his Family are surrounding them and pointing several guns at binghe!!!!! what the actual fuck is going on here!!!!!! this is not how the 'meet the parents' arc is supposed to go!!

[nobody-nexus]

Hey remember when I said not to expect a lot of art from me?

Well-

I had this in my head for like.... 5-6 days??? And I said "FUCK IT" and made it all in ONE DAY because why the fuck not? I NEEDED this out of my head SO BADLY in order to properly work on Dance Rush

Casino Mafia AU made by @sywene-06

Carnival AU made by @sm-baby

Horror Circus AU made by @ark-fork

Corruption AU made by @rabid-mercenary16

Freakshow AU made by @hootbon

Fight Club AU made by @burrotello

Digital Hallucinations originally made by OR3O

This cover I used for the animatic was made by Pastel on Youtube, here's the link to the full cover here

Please give love and support to everyone who was mentioned! They all worked hard on these AUs and this cover and I ask that you give them the attention they ALL deserve!

These are some of my favorite AUs, some I do truly need to draw more often, and I hope that they all enjoy this as much as you do ^^

Anyway back to my little cave I go. Next time I post will probably be about Dance Rush. For now, I'll be off ^^

[27nox]

If y'all want Anthony as Mafia Demon, then here's our SADIST King (OR QUEEN) ❤

[blackkatdraws]

I saw you guys like this specific design for him so here you go :)

[inkystaar]

mafia dash part 2 electric boogaloo

part 1

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tbh i should start drawing more stuff for mafia because recent lore has got me THINKING

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OUGHHHHHG mafia tarot cards. . . more thoughts about this later mayhaps

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bam space au…… bam space au…….. bam space au………..

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okay but think about it. bowie’s a weird alien guy. sam’s the galactic prince. the galaxy is on the edge of a war. sam’s father tells him to remain in the palace—but it’s clearly not safe there. he gets bowie to sneak him out.

they hire a crew. sam stays in the ship, waiting to be safe.

there’s a traitor among their ranks. someone turns on them and reveals their location—to both sides. bowie, perhaps, in the end, dies for xer prince. maybe the traitor wins. maybe the traitor thinks they’re winning.

maybe their death is the first of many.

maybe that starts the war.

#canary thoughts are real tonight babes #maybe i’ll write a space au at some point who knows

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me after coming back to mafiablr and finally catching up on lore (i still don’t understand what’s going on)

#seriously what’s going on i don’t understand

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GUYS IT HAPPENED GUYS GUYS GUYSBF EJDJSJSJHSHS!!!!!!!!!!

POLYCULE LORE????? POLYCULE LORE?????? HELLO??????? HI!!!!!!!!!!!!!! POLYCULE LORE!!!!!!!!!!!

EEEEEE HAVE TO START WRITING IMMEDIATELY

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i’m betting it’s another fluff oneshot

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when did gem become bird…. 😭😭😭

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cornerstone by arctic monkeys……. space au……….

#Why is tHis suddEnly plaguing my mind……. it’s absuRd….. #absolutEly InSane #i just. THis is. criEs. #i want to teLl everyone about It but i also waNt to Keep it a secret????

[cryptidkreates]

just a bit of neil streching (by his lonesome)

[poppy-metal]

mafia!jordan :( want to eat them out

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promise i will be back on my a game soon school has been kicking my butt

jordan has a fat clit did u know :((( its an outie, peeks out from their mound - all flushed under the patch of hair between their legs.

them straddling your face :((( their sweet little wife so trusting and submissive under them, the desperation to please them apparent in your wide eyes as jordans cunt hovers above you. them carding a hand through your hair, soft with you, other hand coming down to spread their lips - smirking when you whine low in your throat at the sight of their wet slit and that chubby clit twitching making your own thighs clench.

"you're gonna be a good little wife for me and eat daddy's pussy?"

god, god, god, you want to be the best wife ever. nodding eagerly, cheek brushing the inside of their thighs. licking your lips as you look up at them for guidance - "wanna make you feel good - wanna be good for you."

"fuck." you're just so fucking cute, that devotion to them. that innocence. they feel slick slide from their hole and their clit throb. they rock their hips just above your lips, you dont dare move up, waiting for their command. the heat of their cunt on your face making your pussy ache. "you remember how i play with that clit? daddy's is bigger - just - open your mouth for me -"

you do so, laying your tongue flat and jordan groans as they lower their cunt against your face. clit dipping right into that wet open mouth, your lashes flutter and a whimper leaves you immediately at the musky tang of them hitting your tongue immediately.

" - just like that, baby. wrap your lips around it -" they cut off with a hiss when your plush lips close around their juicy clit , the salt of them more potent as saliva fills your mouth immediately around them. your head already starts to feel floaty, something new you didn't know could happen with sex. but you're learning alot from jordan. "shit - that's good. suck on it now, like you do on my cock."

your cheeks hallow out as you suckle on them, and jordans hand tightens in your hair. "oh fuck." even with how fucking good it feels, the tight wet suction around their sensitive clit they keep their eyes on you, so fucking pretty. "stay just like that. gonna fuck your mouth - "

tingles spread through your body, warm and elated. something so happy inside you to be good, to be used. jordan starts rocking their hips, and clit fucking in and out of your mouth, and you take to keeping your mouth a tight hole for them to dip in and out of, occasionally kitten licking and getting a sharp hiss from jordan in return. you feel their juices start to spread over your chin, the fat lips of their labia humping over your mouth and chin as they fuck your mouth.

looking at them above you as they rut against you - the slight bounce of their tits - the dark heat in their eyes - the glint of the silver chain around their neck. its so overwhelming your eyes flutter shut - only for jordan to immediately reach down and lift their pussy off your face just a little, give your cheek a light slap.

"nu uh, open those eyes - fucking look at me."

god, that tone. you listen and your eyes are wet now. big and doe eyed and helpless and jordans fucking leaking when they push back down against your mouth, keeping your head in place as they fuck you into their wet pussy.

"you're so fucking pretty, shit. you were made for me - fucking made for me to use and fuck and take care of - goddammit - " they lift up again, rubbing at their clit in tight little circles, hand still fisted in your hair, keeping your mouth centimeter from where they're rubbing , two fingers on either side of their clit, almost like they're jerking it off "stick out your tongue - gonna cum all over that cute fucking face."

fluid hits your tongue and cheeks and chin, splashing from their pussy and soaking your lower face completely - jordan groaning so fucking loud at the way you stay still in the position they told you to keep.

its not over though, when they stop gushing - they still feel that throb in their belly - clit too fucking sensitive to fuck your face again, panting above you - n something about your tongue still being out -

"dont move - "

you gasp when they shift - hands coming up to grip much more muscular masculine thighs on either side of your head. you feel soft balls brush your chin as the heavy weight of their dick bobs above your face now. flushed and hard.

they shuffle back a little, and the sight of their wet glistening tip unfurling from their foreskin as they stroke it back - mouth watering all over again.

"can't fucking get enough of this mouth -" they trace the seam of your lips with the ruddy head of their cock, the precum dripping from the slit slicking the two pillow soft petals. "fucking landed the jackpot with you as a wife, huh? tight fucking pussy and wet little throat -" they lean up a little so their cock is at an angle above you, the rings of their hand flashing as they grip themselves around their thick base, directing their cock so its in position to plunge right down into your open mouth. a string of their pre drips from them and you shiver when it touches your tongue. this new musky flavor meshing with the heady taste of their cunt. "fuck, look at you drool for it. here you go -"

they feed you their dick slowly, moaning deep in their chest as it slides down your throat - wet throat muscles hugging the intrusion.

their head is thrown back, mouth open in bliss. already their balls are pulling tight, full and ready to pump cum into a warm hole.

they still manage to cup your face tenderly, even as they drag their cock in and out of your mouth, the wet gurgling suction of the motion filling your bedroom. how they manage to look at you with such adoration even as they use you like this - you'd be married off to them a million times.

their thumbs stroke over the apples of your cheeks. close to unloading inside you. and you'll drink it all down. like a good wife.

"such." thrust. "a good." plunge. "fucking wife."

yeah.

[dont-f-with-moogles]

Valentine’s Day prompt 💝

For Dazai x Reader 🔞: it’s Valentine’s Day & Dazai tells Reader how romantic it would be to die together today & Reader replies “how about we fuck instead?”

A Little Death (Dark Era; aged up/18+; NSFW) Mafia!Dazai x Reader  1706 words Tw: sui ideation, choking

It was a secluded scene, shrouded in silence. No one dared to cross the boundary of the hotel’s grounds; to do so was a privilege only afforded to a select few. Its air of secrecy was such that it rendered the half a dozen armed guards who brooded over the tower like ravens, quite superfluous. Port Mafia territory. For a scarce number, its walls knew their secrets but whispered none. For the rest, it was simply impenetrable. 

The hotel room was neither luxurious nor homely. Thin gauze blinds let in little moonlight. Outside, the starless sky was streaked with storm clouds. Even the fluorescence which defined Yokohama’s horizon and kept the city in artificial daylight did not reach this dark corner of the prefecture. Rain pattered relentlessly, the deluge so intense that entire waves were dashed at the rattling windows. Thin branches scraped against glass. You glanced above your head, half-expecting the flaked plaster to cave in at any moment. 

Quieter than the storm came the clicking of the heating unit. A stale smell lingered about the plain, whitewashed walls. A black suit jacket thrown over a chair. Unfinished business. Sake bottles cluttered the side table. A low electric light. Crumpled bed sheets and the scent of sex. 

You felt too cold to remain in the doorway. Shrugging your coat off, you hung it on a wall-mounted hook beside his. Its belt dripped rainwater onto the matting beside your discarded Louboutins. As you crossed into the room his silhouette came into view. Dazai sat cross legged on the floor, arms in his lap, his back against the end of a double, Western-style bed. He made no sign at your approach. His gestures, or lack of, were as inscrutable as ever. No one had ever sifted the murky depths which submerged his heart. You only knew that he played games. And, if his intention was to set you on edge, then you would just have to make yourself comfortable.

“I know I kept you waiting…”

The bed gave a small creak as you knelt upon it. Removing the tie from your hair, you allowed it to tumble down, sodden and tangled, past your waist. Then, with a sound of relative contentment, you flung yourself on your back and stretched out your legs luxuriously upon the pillows. Dazai was motionless; the back of his head remained against the foot of the bed. Dark, brown tufts stood up, unruly. You let your head hang down beside his so that your rain-flecked skin brushed against his face. His cotton bandage wrapping grazed your cheek. You felt his jaw tighten. Upside down, the cracks in the floor appeared more fragile than the ceiling. Either one could give way at any moment.

A hand reached into your hair. 

“If you remember, you did promise me romance…” Dazai’s tone was as soft as silk. With a turn of his head, the tip of his nose brushed your own. His breath, sweet with sake, clouded you. Threatened to pull you under. Only the initiating thread of conversation and he was already reeling you in.

Slowly his fingers stroked loose strands from your face, until he was cradling the back of your head. There was something so gentle, so loving in the subtle press of his fingertips that you closed your eyes. 

“I know…” Your words bore the weight of remorse, even if you didn’t feel it.

Rain lashed violently at the window. Dazai gathered your damp hair around his fingers, weaving a braid like a coil of rope. Playful. If his patience was worn then the lithe movements of his hands did not suggest it. 

“How beautiful…” he mused to himself, wrapping the twisted knots like a noose around his knuckles. Watchful, you lay still. In the gloom the pale skin of your neck shone silver.

“What is?”

Wet hair tickled your throat.

“...why, the thought of dying with you tonight. What else?”

Dazai’s voice was thick with desire, quite at odds with such a fatalistic notion. The weight of your corded braid was draped across your neck. With a rustling movement, he had risen to his knees.

“...that’s why you came here, after all.” Dazai poured his whisper into your ear. Liquid black. 

Unkempt hair brushed your skin. A pale face; his scars half-hidden beneath wrappings. Dazai’s exposed eye gazed down at you with lust. Its colour was as dark as earth whilst the iris gleamed like molten gold at its centre. His words, his gestures, his games; who could look beyond the endless depths into Dazai’s heart? No; to meet his eye was to stare down into the core of the world itself.

A pull upon the end of your hair; the vine wound itself tighter. You smiled up at him, despite the pink blotches forming on your skin. 

“Actually -” you managed, your breath stuttering, “- what I proposed - was a little death.” 

Your scalp burned where strands were almost yanked from the roots. Ignoring your hold upon his sleeve, Dazai twisted your hair around his fingers. As ever, he wove his little designs only for you to fall, ensnared in his trap. Not that you minded. If you had any intention of survival, then you would never have accepted his invitation here tonight. Easy prey. What was the point in the struggle when Dazai could so easily devour you whole?

Then the twisted cord collapsed. Your chest heaved in the quiet room. The long ribbon of your hair was still gathered in Dazai’s grip. Fiercely, he jerked your head backwards. 

“Is that all you can manage?” Warm breath curled over the shell of your ear. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin of your lobe. Bloodlust rose to the surface.

You let out a shiver of breath, rolling your head back against the covers. Dazai’s shadow fell; rippled down your chest as he leaned over the edge of the bed. His black tie swung loose; draped over your ribcage. With a brush of cool air he drew your collar away. Languorous in his movements, he enjoyed the sight of you like this. His nose grazed your bare shoulder, breath ghosting over your skin. Then - a gentle drop of his lips.

“Find out for yourself, Osamu…” 

Dazai pressed his kiss to the base of your throat like a knife. 

Hands gathered in his hair, you sighed as Dazai trailed slow, hot, open-mouthed kisses down to your jawline. Your legs writhed against the pillows. Purple wounds nicked into your skin; each mark counted and tossed on the mound of his sins. They said that only darkness flowed through his veins. Mafia black. Doomed to love as dangerously as he lived.

Dazai tasted your jaw; lingered over your cheek, his breath coming quicker. Threading his fingers through your own, he drew your arms beneath him. A feather-light touch to the pale skin of your wrists, his fingertips wandered your limbs. A tuft of dark fringe swept your chin as Dazai kissed your lower lip. Thighs clenched together, you gave another airless sigh. Your mouth chased his, body arching beneath his caress. Head turning against his own, you felt his tongue glide over the back of your teeth. 

With a creak of mattress springs, the weight upon the bed shifted. Dazai’s knee sank into the covers beside your head. Bandaged hands smoothed the hem of your dress as his mouth nipped languidly at your bottom lip.  The material was bunched together in his fist, and then he slowly drew it up over your hips. 

You gasped as Dazai broke away from your mouth. Fingertips stroked your upper leg. A thumb dipped into the waistline of your underwear. 

“La petite mort… the brief state of unconsciousness.” Dazai’s breath warmed the inside of your leg. “Only those consumed by death or desire know it…”

With one hook of his finger he had drawn the lace down around your ankles. Teeth grazed your thigh. Your chest rose and fell as he pressed a kiss to your soft, warm skin. Inching closer, closer… until he was right above where you wanted him. Your hands slipped down Dazai’s lower back. Then, the first brush of his tongue. A low moan bled from your throat. His crumpled shirt almost tore under your nails.

Dazai teased, tasted your clit; his subtle toying sent heat flaring. But one taste had provoked a deeper craving within him. Tongue flattened against you, Dazai indulged himself. His grasp upon your legs tightened until his knuckles blanched. The swill of his tongue set your tender flesh aflame. Your mouth dropped open, back curved away from the bed. Beads of sweat broke out over your forehead as you gripped the bedsheets in your fists. All you wanted was to feel his movements inside you.

As Dazai leaned over you, the fabric of his suit brushed your ear. Self-serving, of course he never gave without taking. All that mattered was the price you paid. In this position, he had you exactly where he wanted you. Reaching out, your hand brushed the rigid pleat in his trousers. Hastily, you unclasped his belt; slung down the material; drew him out. With a firm grasp you guided his rock hard cock down to your open mouth. 

Lips closed around him. Tight. With a shudder, his hips thrust forward. Dazai’s bandaged hands lifted your legs, splayed you open to swallow you whole. Fingertips buried themselves in your skin. Oh how he longed to grip them in your hair whilst he rubbed himself against your lips. Your nerves were humming; shivers shot through your limbs like electricity. The first syllable of his name collapsed into a moan which sent vibrations down his cock. He scraped the roof of your mouth over and over, until his rhythm began to stutter.

“Fuck…” you heard him choke. “...fuck… no one else can take me like you do.”

He gripped your legs higher, pulled you to him, drank you down. Insatiable. You were burning alive. Helpless, your body melted on his tongue. With a choked gasp, you clenched your thighs around his neck. 

“...wanna die happy…” Dazai’s voice was weak as he wiped his mouth on the inside of your thigh. “...so let me die between these legs, Beautiful...”

[oneforthemunny]

mafia!eddie wouldn’t dare dress up for a halloween party. the most you’d get was him trading out the armani slacks for a band tshirt and his leather jacket. still, when nancy invited you to go, you wanted him there. so he went.

the look of complete horror when he walked in, your hand in his in your little, cute costume. the room fell silent, the music playing into the quiet room.

“h-hey.” nancy grins, hugging you in a shaky armed greeting. ���i, uh, i’m glad you could make it.”

“you look so cute.” you beam, trying to avoid the gaping glares you can feel all around you. “this is eddie, by the way. i haven’t formally got to introduce the two of you but-“

“-we went to school together.” eddie nods at nancy, polite but quiet.

“right.” you grin, leaning on his arm. “you did tell me that, i forgot.”

“well, uh, there’s a keg out back, and-and you know where everything is so have fun.” nancy gave you a wide eyed look that told you the two of you would be talking later. “let me know if you need anything.”

the crowd parted for you and eddie, fearful scatters as he headed for the couch in the back of the room-against a wall, he could see everyone and everything, not have to watch his back. he pulled you into his lap easily, lighting a cigarette.

“are you having fun?” you grin playfully, nose nuzzling against his cheek.

his eyes cut out of instinct around him, scanning the room with a glare that had others turning away. “of course,” eddie hummed. “are you? look pretty, baby.”

you blush. “yeah. thanks for comin’ with me.” you fiddle with his chain around his neck. “i know this isn’t your scene-“

“-nah. ‘s fun. haven’t seen half these fuckers since high school.” eddie huffed. “they’re a lot nicer to me now.”