#mafia violence tw

[itssteffnow]

„Now, will you behave?“

(Mob Boss Kylo Ren/attack dog Hux AU)

[aftgficrec]

My Personal Favorite Fics EVER!! All Neil/Andrew

I hope I am doing this right! I just hit the share button on my bookmarked fics. Idk if any of these have been on here before (I have read a lot of fics and it gets confusing to know which ones I found on here bc there are so many good recommendations, or ones I found on my own. But these are 3 of my favorite fics that I feel like are the most well done!

• Everything's Alright by DarkD: This fic is unfinished but so worth the read!! It is a soulmates au, and in it Neil and Andrew are looking out for eachother since they are 6 and 7 years old. It completely changes their dynamic but manages to keep the characters realistic. I love the direction it was going, I hope the author finishes it, but even if they don’t what they have written so far is worth the read.

• If I Knew You by AceSirenSinger: This fic is soooo amazing!! It was posed pretty recently (starting January 2024 and finishing in May) and It shows a different direction with Aaron and Andrew’s bonding, and different reasons for them having problems with each other. It features writer/author Andrew and Law Student turned police officer Aaron. The writing is so high quality and it is a completely finished fic!! The writing to show the writing of the book Andrew has written alone is impressive enough to get you to read it. I love it so much, it also gives a more realistic approach to Neil’s life and trauma as well as gives you more of a perspective on the problems of Aaron’s life. (Even tho it’s an au and doesn’t show his life during AFTG)

• Deep blue ( but you painted me golden ) by Jeaneil_22: This fic is not finished but completely captivated my attention when I saw it. I was surprised I had not read it before (because I am obsessed with Raven Neil fics, and this is one of them) but then I realized it was posted within the last year or so. It’s completely underrated. It does have a lot of hits but the kudos count not being in the thousands is a crime against humanity. The realistic take on. Neil’s trauma and different things going on as he is still connected very heavily to the Moriyama’s is sooo interesting. And if you are looking for a fic where Neil is a victim of SA/Rape this fic is also a good one for you. (Though it does have a lot of trauma so mind the tags) I know a lot of people are looking for fics like that tho and it’s hard to find bc there is so much SA trauma in AFTG 😔

Thanks for the recs and for sharing your thoughts on the fics! Readers, all of these stories lean toward the darkest themes of AFTG. -A

Everything's Alright by DarkD [Rated E, 182901 Words, Incomplete, Updated June 2023]

Previously recced here

Souls weren't meant to be left alone, so they split, always looking for their other half. No matter how long it took, the moment a soul existed, it sought the one that would complete it. The main indication is, when one of the halves of the soul turns seven years old, an identical mark appears on both parts. Along with that comes a set of unique abilities that soulmates can only use with each other—for protection, for finding each other. Soulmates would never be alone.

tw: graphic depictions of violence, tw: child abuse, tw: torture, tw: blood, tw: gun violence, tw: homophobia, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: implied/referenced csa, tw: murder, tw: canonical character death

If I Knew You by AceSirenSinger [Rated T, 43145 Words, Complete, 2024]

Previously featured in this long andreil + aaron angst ask, our staff recs writers post, and as a random rec

Neil is imprisoned at sixteen years old for being the Butcher of Baltimore. Andrew obsesses, and Aaron obsesses because Andrew does, and everything goes wrong and raw and painful. Feat. the twinyards breaking each other’s hearts, and a decent amount of shade on the American justice system.

tw: implied/referenced murder, tw: recreational drug use, tw: implied/referenced violence, tw: implied/referenced torture

​​Deep blue ( but you painted me golden ) by Jeaneil_22 [Rated M, 163298 Words, Incomplete, Updated Sept 2024]

After the horrific incident that happened in the nest and the sound of Kevin crying, Nathaneil made the hard call and bargained with his life to get Jean and Kevin out, having no slight idea about the storm that was heading his way And after being missing for two years, Jean and Kevin swallowed the hard truth that Nathaneil might be dead somewhere To their surprise one day he appears out of the blue looking so much like their brother but nothing like Nathaneil at all Or Nathniel went on the run with his mother when he was 9 years old but three years later Nathan caught up to them and threw Nathaneil in the nest So we can say some things went a bit different .

NB: playlist for this fic

tw: dark, tw: gang rape, tw: dubcon, tw: human trafficking, tw: graphic depictions of violence, tw: suicidal thoughts, tw: assault, tw: flashbacks, tw: panic attacks, tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: abuse and torture, tw: implied/referenced csa, tw: medication addiction and withdrawal, tw: recreational drug use, tw: nonconsensual drug use, tw: vomit, tw: homophobia, tw: canonical character death

[mothiepixie]

CW: blood, violence, mafia shenanigans

The Invitation- Holiday Special Part 2

Part 1

[areslikethegod]

Old habits die hard

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I was a student at a magic floating university in the sky and my roommate and best friend was The Noid. His pizza quest got him in trouble with the wizard mafia and they sent an assassin named Gundalf after us. He was basically just Gandalf but all his magic involved guns.

[otakubimbo]

Checkmate.

MafiaBoss Sukuna x F!Reader

You had a routine. You had a life. You had plans. Is your association with someone you hate going to change everything for you?

Sticky: I was asked to make it into a series so this is the prequel to this! It will be an on going series. I don't know how many chapters yet.

UPDATED STICKY: hi yes, you may be seeing this thinking 'OB this definitely doesn't look like what you wrote before.' and you would be right, i hated it so i changed it. Sorry, love yall, bye T-T

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The activity at the Zenin compound was raising suspicion from their enemies, especially their biggest one The King of Curses. The two yakuza families had been cordial for the most part through the decades, but lately, the hot-headed Naoya Zenin was pushing his way into the King of Curses territory and that would not do, not at all. So, on top of the brazen acts by the end of that family, the activity coming from the compound DAILY was raising all alarms for Ryomen Sukuna.  And the activity? It was you, coming in and out the front gates of the compound almost daily, always bringing something with you, always leaving without anything. The biggest issue, no one had any information on you and yet you were casually coming in and out of the compound as if you were an important member of the Zenin’s. The King of Curses needed to know your role with them and how to use it to his advantage to get Naoya out of his hair for good.

That’s what led to one of the King of Curses disgruntled underlings following you around for the last two weeks. Nothing you did was of interest; you were actually quite boring. Your day consisted of leaving your condo with a bag of who knows what to the Zenin compound, spending a few hours there, and leaving to go to the park not far from the compound to play chess? With old people? It was strange, and then after that, you would leave after seemingly beating every old man who would sit with you and play to go to a café or library to work away at something on your computer.

Sukuna’s face was twisted into a scowl as he read over the report of your day.

“What the fuck is this?” His voice made the men under his command shrink into themselves and back down.

“Sir, that’s all we have. That’s all she does.” One of them spoke up not meeting Sukuna’s glare. The man before them flexes his fingers in an attempt to quell his rage from snapping either of their necks.

“Do you at least have a name; do you have anything?”

The silence from their lack of response was louder than anything they could have said. Sukuna crumbles the report in his hand, balling his fist and banging it against the sturdy wooden desk. He had to think of something. There had to be something he could think of because surprisingly enough despite how arrogant and boisterous Naoya was, the boy kept his circle tight and private. Nothing that the boy doesn’t want out, never gets out. You truly seemed nothing of interest but then no one and he knew NO ONE was allowed to freely walk in and out of that compound so casually without significance. Also, there was something about you that he couldn’t figure out and it was driving him almost insane. He had seen videos in the reports he was being sent of you and the way you walked and carried yourself had him in thought. In thought of what? He really didn’t know but he knew he needed to figure out what your connections with all of this were. Just before he was truly about to lose his temper, he did have an idea. After all, you were a woman so this should at least get a little information out of you.

“Bring me Fushiguro .”

Fushiguro, Toji Fushiguro, was one of Sukuna’s subordinates who would be considered a ‘ladies man’ and you were a lady. It was one of the oldest tricks in the book. He would use Toji to sway you into giving up some type of information or at the very least gain a bit of your trust to get you here to interrogate that wouldn’t draw any suspicions from the Zenin’s. It was a good plan that has worked on more than one occasion. Well, that was what Sukuna assumed until Toji actually met you.

There you were, right on schedule, as usual, laughing at the older man who sat across from you. It seemed that you had been beating him at a round of chess and the old man was being grumpy about it. Toji walked up with his casual nonchalant attitude toward the bench you were sitting on.

“Well, aren’t you a pretty little thing?” Toji commented as he walked up to you. You look up at him, a slight scowl on your face that he wasn’t expecting. Women usually fawn over him always immediately, but you looked almost disgusted. The glares he was getting from the older men around you didn’t help his circumstance either.

“Did you need something?” Your tone is annoyed as you glare up at him. He chuckles at your hostility. That made you scowl even more; you really didn’t want to be bothered by this man especially one as seemingly cocky and self-assured as this one.

“I’ve seen you here at the park a few times and wanted to get your name.” He lied and he could tell you knew it was a lie by the way your eyes narrowed at him.

You roll your eyes, sighing going back to making a move on the board in front of you, “Well I haven’t seen you before so I would prefer not to acquaint myself with you.”

Toji could tell this was going to be a lost cause on his part. Sukuna was not going to be happy about this in the least bit but there wasn’t anything else he could do, your body language told him everything he needed to know. He raised his hands in defeat and apologized for bothering you, heading back to the car parked around the corner. If Toji was a man who didn’t value his life, he would tell the King that he should give up on seeing what you know unless he just wanted to kidnap and torture you. You didn’t seem like the kind of girl to just give in to anything easily, and these soft plans would be a waste of everyone’s time.  But Toji was a man who did value his life at least a little, so he just planned to tell him exactly what happened and that you weren’t interested in speaking to him in the least bit.

Sukuna was frustrated with Tojis report, he couldn’t help but shoot one of the lackeys he had in the room. He didn’t kill him, maybe, but this was getting on his nerves quickly. The King’s attempt at trying to be subtle for once was getting him nowhere and it was pissing him off.

You knew you had been being watched for weeks now; it was almost obvious with the way that the same men kept appearing around the same time every day. They weren’t really good at this, it seemed to you. It didn’t concern you that much though, you understood why you may have been followed but you didn’t have any information of value. Naoya allowed you into the Zenin compound and he was never shy about what he did for a living or the type of man that he was. He didn’t value you as a person, so he allowed you to go and come as you pleased, which you were grateful for. He was a man who such self-assurance, such bravado, such misogyny that he didn’t find any value in hiding anything from you or your cousin that he made his wife. Your cousin, more of a sister to you than anything, was unfortunately the now wife of Naoya Zenin and the only reason you would EVER visit his compound. You hated every single second you spent in that space, but you did it for your cousin. She was trapped in these walls and unable to go anywhere unless it was with the end of the clan himself. The only thing that man allowed was for you to see her and you took that, making it almost your job to visit her every day in order to keep her sanity. You would bring her breakfast, books, snacks, or whatever you have found that could make sure she felt connected with the outside world and connected with something else besides the Zenin’s.

Every day you had almost the same schedule, visiting your cousin for a few hours, discussing the past day’s events and anything that you had brought over. Then you would go over to this beautiful park and play chess with the elders there, they adored you so much even if you beat them every time. After that, you would go off to either the library, a café, or anywhere that you could get back to work on your dissertation. That was the reason you had so much time to visit your cousin and make sure she was alright; you were working on your dissertation and that was the only thing that truly required your focus. You came from a wealthy family that was similar to the zenin’s in the way that there was no value to a woman besides being a bride. Luckily for you, your parents had agreed to allow you to finish any education before marrying you off just like your cousin. Which is why you are currently working on your Ph.D. in comparative literature. You had hoped to continue down the path of education hoping that if you elongate your studies, your parents will focus more on your brothers and forget about you. You hoped.

It had been a while since you had been followed and since your last encounter with that handsome but strange man who attempted to flirt with you for whatever reason that you completely forgot about those interactions. This is why the confusion on your face was felt by the elders that you usually play chess with as you walk to your park in the spot where you play to see them laughing and playing with someone else who isn’t you. It took you WEEKS to have them allow you to play and now here sat a man in YOUR spot playing with them as they laugh and smile at the man.

There in your place sat a man you knew you had never seen before. There sat the King of Curses himself, Ryomen Sukuna.

[gldrushh]

SUGAR AND SIN | JK

🧁✧ ˚. TITLE: Sugar and Sin.

🧁✧ ˚. PAIRING: Mafia boss! Jungkook x female oc

🧁✧ ˚. BLURB: Aurora Beckett had simple plans for the night: clean up the counter, finish boxing up the last batch of strawberry cupcakes, and maybe catch up on her favorite drama. Until the click of a gun spoiled the tiles of her bakery and her plans.

🧁✧ ˚. GENRE: Mafia au, grumpy x sunshine, forced proximity, slow burn, dark romance, crime/thriller.

🧁✧ ˚. WARNINGS: This chapter contains a violent scene involving murder, as well as mentions of nausea and a character passing out.

🧁✧ ˚. TAGS: oc is traumatized and on the verge of throwing up but she's also a little weird, jk is having fun cosplaying as a satanic entity for the night

🧁✧ ˚. A/N: This chapter's a lot shorter than the average word count I write but I hope it's intriguing enough for people to keep reading. Also please don't hesitate to type out your comments and opinions. I love to read them and stay informed with what clicks for you and for doesn't.

🧁✧ ˚. TAG LIST: @scuzmunkie ... (Please do let me know if any of you want to be added too.)

CHAPTER 1: AURORA

Aurora had two problems tonight.

Her frayed nerves that showed no sign of settling down any time soon, and the blood on the once-pristine white tiles of her bakery floor, which were sometimes grazed with flour and all that.

The latter and former both caused by a group of tall and dark figures of men that barged inside the dim lighted interior of her bakery that she was just about to pack up like they were out to hunt. From what she could see from the corner of the counter she was hiding behind and trying to squeeze herself further away into the darkness, the prey in question was another stumbling man who fell his way before them, backing on his palms as he slid on the floor, a messy trail of blood following right after him as the group of men loomed forward with a errie calmness. She visibly winced at that before taking advantage of the soft darkness and lifting her gaze up and instantly retreating back.

Gods, she had never regretted turning down Lia's offer to drop her home more than she did now. But no, she wanted to finish baking one last batch, just to get ahead for tomorrow.

Now she was hiding from men who looked like they made up the gateway of hell.

 

Clad up in all black with their forms blended into the shadows, save for the luminosity of moon light spilling through the window. They could’ve been anyone, anyone except the customers who regularly graced her small bakery. Definitely not the kind who ordered pastries.

She should have been afraid for her life. She was, in part. But another part of her was horrified at the blood—so much blood—coating the clean floor where she spent her days baking treats. A morbid thought crossed her mind: it was going to take forever to scrub that out.

She tried to shake off the absurdity of the thought and focused on the bigger issue that screamed that she was going to be the next one on their hit list. She doubted her capability to hide here, to hide her frantic heartbeat from all of them because it was all she could hear, until that changed too like her mundane nights.

"Done running?" A deep gravelly voice echoed louder than her heartbeat in the small space that was her bakery, followed with clear thumps of footsteps against the floor. And that's when her eyes took in the sight of a man who was probably what waited you inside that gateway.

He was wearing black too, of course, but somehow he stood out, and when he walked further, the other men looked nothing but mere shadows surrounding this larger unexplainable force.

"It was getting really fun." He drawled as if murder was a game, and the man cowering on the floor was just another player who had lost. It took all her might not to dig a hole somewhere here and hide further. It seemed to have the same effect on the cowering and trembling man on the floor as well that whimpered pleads for mercy which were unheard by lucifer himself and her as well because the sound of conflict in her head was louder.

She felt guilty and all kinds of words related to it because she was a present presence here, watching a man on the verge of getting killed in her property, doing nothing. She tried to fumble for her phone in the pocket of her apron as quietly as she could, but to her unfortune, it was on the far end of the countertop - a distance that felt like a mile now. She didn’t dare move, and the moral lecture she had rehearsed in her head earlier evaporated when she heard the sound of a gun clicking as well as her will scattering.

Her wide eyes that were going anywhere but the scene unfolding in front of her stopped at two inky voids like black ink splashed across a page, who found her before she could and was staring straight at her, penetrating through her very being as he too was crouching down on the floor, making a surge of panic run through her as the idea of her being seen settled in.

He saw her.

Her heart stopped.

Yet when she saw him stay blank and unamused as ever, even when he caught on an unexpected presence, she chose to second thought her plan to scream and run. Or she was forced to do so because his eyes had her frozen and stiff, unable to breathe.

Her heartbeat even came to a pause if that was possible, and then before she knew it was resuming that violent pace when she saw his lips moving. 

"Close your eyes."

Despite the pounding in her heart, she caught the words.

Yet she didn't obey, and that was the second time she felt regret flooding in the night when a quick click of the bullet leaving his cocked gun echoed around. The relief she felt for one moment when she wasn't on the receiving end of his chilling gaze washed away the moment the prey of a guy's brain spilled on the floor.

Blood. Blood. Blood. That was all in her line of sight as the man collapsed dead on the floor. Blood. Pooling around him. Blood. Everywhere. 

Aurora felt her throat work, her stomach twisted, a nauseous feeling overtaking her before she gathered whatever self preservation was left in her and forced her palm tightly against her mouth to not let out the sound of horror that was bubbling. She wanted to scream. She wanted to run. But all she could do was press her back harder against the counter, eyes glued to the body now lying lifeless on the bakery floor.

Her eyes, unblinking, slid up to the man who had penetrated the life out of a once alive being. The man stood over the corpse, expression unreadable. The gun hung loosely in his gloved hand, as though the life he had just taken was of no consequence to him. As if this was routine.

It didn't suprise her but horrified her further.

Would she be the next on the floor with life draining out of her as well as her blood, begging for his non existing mercy?

Her answer was his eyes stopping at her quivering and crouched figure again from the corner.  Her vision had blurred over the time he was turned toward her after barking orders at his men—orders she couldn’t hear over the deafening roar of her heartbeat. She barely registered the sound of footsteps until they were close—too close.

And then, darkness.

With a last prayer to gods above, her body shut out with the last thing she saw before her eyes blacked out, being the devil coming for her.

To be continued...

[wellthisissomething]

HuhGak(허각) _ Hello / I Can Only Say I Want to Die(죽고 싶단 말 밖에)

Whumpy Moments in Music Videos - 26/?

Previous / Next

[crimsonteaaddict]

Just imagine Yandere!mafiaboss (not necessarily but something along those lines) with dark crimson eyes that twinkle with mischief and a smile that could make any man woman or enby bow before her.

She’d call you love when addressing you and she’d pay no mind to the way you’d trail behind her like a lost puppy

CW: murder, gore, knifeplay, mommy kink, punishment, blood, sex, just pretty fucked

Yandere!mafiaboss who’d calling you over when she was chatting with a well put together man only to to hit him from groin to sternum in front of you just to see your reaction to the guts all over you.

Yandere!mafiaboss who’d lick up a little blood off her lip only to ask you if you could lick off the rest for her!

Yandere!mafiaboss who’d chuff at you like a big tiger after you’d get sick from the taste of the man’s blood on your tongue before she’d say something like “but love you were being so good for me until now”

Yandere!Mafiaboss who’d be able to command her people with a flick of eyes. Then suddenly you’d be getting woozy and not from the man’s blood after feeling a pinch.

Yandere!Mafiaboss who’d loom over you so prettily, her jet black hair would frame her face as she’d run a blade along your chest. She’d then ask you “What happens to bad puppy’s who upset mommy?” In a pouty tone. Of course you’d go to answer like the obedient pup you are only to realize their was a gag in your mouth.

Yandere!mafiaboss who would tell you how much she didn’t want to punish you but because you aren’t answering she’s gonna have to make it even worse.

Yandere!mafiaboss who’d let your eyes take hold of the room realizing that two of her men were here watching the whole thing looking somewhat satisfied.

Yandere!mafiaboss who’d plunge the handle to her knife into the hole between your legs completely dry. What good is a puppy who isn’t ready for mommy’s punishment?

Yandere!mafiaboss who’d rub it in and out of you until the knife’d slice her hand creating lubricant for you, something she seems oddly thrilled about. Hours would pass until you’d start feeling pleasure and just as you do she’d pull the knife handle out and flick her hand up to gesture the two men over.

Yandere!mafiaboss who’d let one of the men ram into you as the other dressed her wound.

Yandere!mafiaboss who’d revel in your confused face as she’d let someone else have you only for her to clear it up just as you and the man both climaxed.

“It’s called multitasking love”

Yandere!mafiaboss who wouldn’t explain any further leaving with both men only to return hours later with only one finally letting out an amused sigh. “I couldn’t fuck you myself, love, and Arnold was way overdue anyways.” She’d explain with glee in her eyes.

[toiletwipes]

to prove myself to you | mafia!wilbur

~1.8k words / back at it again! this time with a mafia au! The hoes were talking about him and when they brought up this gem of an idea- I couldn't help myself. Again. Lmao. Anyway! Tagging these hoes @consequencesbylovejoy @lillylvjy @drop-of-void @tr1ental1s-boreal1s

[Wilbur is tasked with getting information from a rat from their local rivals. You, being the bartender, happen to be the rat. Try not to get killed.]

Title from Demolition Lovers by My Chemical Romance

I'll be doing a part 2 when I get home <3

~~~

He's fresh out of a job, blood staining the better part of his shirt but his blazer covers what the dimmed lights don't. He usually doesn't come in here, especially with the way he can feel eyes being trained on him.

It's not his territory, this club. However, Phil put him on this job- and the job calls for him to be here. At this club. That belongs to one special, sicko. Luckily, if the rumors are true, he doesn't come down from his office.

Still. Right now, even with the music pumping through his veins and the bass vibrating through his chest, he's got to stay focused. Find the girl. Get the info. Get out. That's all it is. And if that's all he's got to do after removing various body parts from the other sad fucks in the underbelly of this godforsaken town, then that's what he'll fucking do.

So, with the lights dimmed, and with other lights flashing and creating a dizzy sight, he heads straight to the bar, his sights set on the person tending it. Weaving his way through the crowd, he doesn't mind the additional jab to his ribs and stuff. Hisses at the contact but moves on. He's on thin ice being here, he's not about to get himself killed getting some information.

With the lights both dim and bright somehow, he only has one thought when it comes to the bartender, reaching one of the free spots up front. The bartender is quiet. Aside from sliding the drinks to the patrons, flashing a smile, all they're doing is making drinks as fast as they can. Wearing a black button up, sleeves rolled up and the top three buttons undone, showing off skin covered in a light sheen of sweat. And when they notice him, quiet as they are, they don't stop, but their eyes never leave him.

"Can I get you anything?" Their voice breaks through the pulsating music, eyes trailing down his face, down his shirt and past the blood that peaks from his collar.

"Looking for Lionel, have you seen him?" The phrase he was given to use, to make sure nobody gets any ideas that somebody is trading industry secrets in their fucking house.

And it's then, he knows it's you. You're the informant, your body stops moving so fast, eyes locked permanently on him. "He's not here, can I offer you something on tap?" There it was, your hand lands on the slick surface, so close to his and if he didn't know you, or need the information you have on these people, he'd slam the knife that sits delicately in the inside, jacket pocket, straight through your hand, through the tendons and bones and tissues and right into the bar.

He doesn’t do that, especially when your eyes are as lit up as yours, biting on your lip like that. He's on a job and this is an act, a cover for your ass, specifically. And he'd do well to make sure the cover works. Especially for someone as… appealing as you.

(He's not immune to a pretty face. He can hold himself back from indulging in a night of fun, but this is a mission that can turn sour very quickly. And if this wasn't as delicate as it was, tonight would turn out very differently.)

"Nothing on tap, you have something light?" His hand twitches from beside yours, as he waits for something, anything. Phil told him he could get a file, whether that's a USB or a literal manilla file, or it's just a slip of paper. But the information is crucial, vital enough it could take their order down if the information is handled properly. And Wilbur is nothing but a proper handler.

Your lips twitch up into a smile, "I just might have something, yeah." Pulling bottles down, cups here and there, portioning it out, you slide a drink his way on a napkin. "If you don't mind waiting, I get out in five." Your expression reads flirty but when you slide your hand down his bare arm, your skin is not only cold but tense.

Definitely the informant.

So, turning around, he eyes the crowd that weaves and bobs like water, bouncing and moving and crashing to the beat of the music. It's a cesspool of life and crime, waiting to pounce in the folds of these clubs. He's all too aware of it.

"Wilbur, didn't expect to see you here." He hears his name and he almost loses his cool. Some guy, Jared, he used to know. Until he became a rat and joined someone else's ranks. He didn't matter the moment they found out.

He matters now, though.

"I'd say it's good to see you, Jared, but ah, it's not." He flashes a quick, all teeth, smile, a glare coming down fast after.

"Look, it was nothing personal. And besides, that's all in the past." Jared waves off the threat like it's nothing. Like Wilbur couldn't kill him and get away with it, in here. On someone else's turf. But, sure, nothing personal. "Have you met Baby?" Jared turns toward the bartender and this could not possibly have gone worse.

When Jared and him are turned back towards you, you send them a confused smile, "Jared? I thought you were out of the city?" He can see the panic underneath the mask you wear, see the anxiety budding underneath your fingers.

A beer almost slips from your hands as you hand it over to Jared, and he sees the irritated, angry skin on your forearm. Bad habit of scratching, especially under stress. This doesn't spell good news for you, maybe him if Jared doesn't leave before you.

"They called me back, said they needed me to take care of an infestation. You know how it is." And Jared takes a swing, and in the second his eyes close, your mask slips and you're begging him for help. Fucking christ.

"Sounds like you shouldn't be drinking on the job." Wilbur says, pulling Jared's eyes away from you. He sees the relief in your mask but he keeps his gaze focused on the man in front of him. Jared shrugs, turning away from them entirely, sighing through his teeth.

"I just got back in tonight, they said I can start tomorrow. So, if you'll excuse me," he turns fully back to him, pulling out a fist full of crumpled notes, slapping them on the bar. "Tonight's on me, hope we can forget about our grievances." His eyes flit to you, mindlessly wiping glasses. "Take care, Baby."

When he leaves, Wilbur scoffs, sipping from the glass. Grievances. Like he didn't get his entire family almost killed.

Finishing the drink, he stares down the glass for a second before placing it down, watching you take that and the money too. He waits two more minutes before you untie the apron around your waist, shoving it in a cubby under the bar and barreling through the door beside the wall of liquor. He doesn't hesitate, finding his way out of the club, more eyes than ever fixated him. At least five more heads than before. He breathes in the stuffy club air before pushing the door with a little more punch than necessary, it bangs against the wall outside and the line of people give him dirty looks. He holds up a hand, half apologizing and walking away. Heading to the other side of the club. He walks three blocks before making it to his car, and in the back seat, he finds you.

"How did you know?" He asks, turning the key in the ignition.

"Jared complained about your car all the time when he first came around. Couldn't get him to shut up about you. Did you two have a thing going on?" Your eyes light up with mirth, one of your hands reaching down and lightly scratches at the skin of your forearm.

"He was a close friend before we knew he was a rat." And the silence that overcomes the cab of the car is nearly deafening. "So, what-" he wipes under his nose, pulling out from beside the curb, "-do you have?"

"Rufus has a son, nobody knows who it is. But he's planning on celebrating the kid's birthday with only a handful of his most entrusted members. Here's the location, blue prints, the fucking schedule. All of it. Everybody you need gone? They'll be there. Two days from now."

Wilbur watched as you pulled out a folded band of papers, watched as your hands shook holding them out and watched your hand scratch as he took them from you. He places them neatly in the passenger seat. He continues to drive. "Thank you." If they get the details sorted out within the hour, their rivals will be nothing but a memory this time next week.

"What about your side of the deal?"

"My side?" He repeats, eyes flickering to the rear view mirror and he finds yours in a desperate squint.

"Phil said if I gave you the information, you'd get me out of here." He lays a foot made of lead on the brakes and the car, thankfully miles away from the club and anybody that mattered, screeches to a stop. He hears you curse as you latch onto the headrests before he turns around. You're panting as your eyes lift up to his. "What the fuck?" You gasp and he doesn't say anything. Not yet.

"My job was to take the information and get it to Phil. Now, considering you're probably known as Baby, and not just Jared referring to you in a sick, sort of pet name, you're not just some bartender. Are you?"

He can hear your teeth grind as you growl out in frustration.

"Even if I was some bartender, if they found out I was telling you this, they'd kill me."

"But you're not some bartender." You're trying so hard to maintain eye contact but in the end you bite the bullet and turn your eyes down.

Your voice is small, shaking, "are you gonna take me somewhere safe or not?"

"Are you going to tell me the truth?"

You laugh wetly, turning in your seat to look out the back of the cab. Wiping your eyes before you spoke, "the truth is Rufus… owns me. He finds out I ratted him out- he'll-" your choke on your tears, gasping for air as you think harder on a fate worse than death.

He faces the front. He taps the wheel before cursing under his breath.

"Fine. I'll get you somewhere safe." They only had one place safe enough where you could make it out alive by the end of this. He takes you to his house. "If you rat us out-" he begins, parking the car in a spacious garage but you shake your head.

"I promise I won't." A promise didn't mean much from a rat, but from someone who's desperate to get out? He turns the car off and turns in his seat again, your face streaked with tears and a shuddering breath.

"Okay. Let's go."

He couldn't resist a pretty face in the end, after all.

[mothiepixie]

How would boysen react if whoever gave motti those scars was found? How bad would their torture get or would he straight up kill them?

For every millisecond Motti felt pain, for however long it took to heal; Boysen would prolong the attacker's suffering and add to it tenfold.

If in Precious Stone: He would find some way to frame the attacker since Motti is still a secret from everyone else and the Queen. The attacker would get capital punishment, but Boysen would abuse his position to make sure the torture session lasted as long as his anger.

In the mafia au: The attacker better not have any assets because Boysen's anger would extend to making sure to ruin everything that person held dear.

That person has a business and most if not all on loans? Boysen bought it out from the bank, instantly rendering the attacker bankrupt and jobless.

Car? Stripped for its parts and rest thrown in the bay.

Home? Exploded. Fire department would deem it as a gas leak.

And that's just what he'd do to the person's belongings. Not just the person themselves. Eventually they end up in pieces for the fishes.

[wake-me-up-inside-imagines]

I love those requests where Charlie is preparing and caring for his beloved when they are pregnant🥹. Im actually wondering how would he be as a father though, I feel like he'd be so overprotective of his baby not letting anyone touch them (except for reader ofc). And he would spoil his baby even though they are barely 1 month old. I also wanna see some baby and daddy bonding time😼Overall I live for charlie domesticity 😋🙏

Oh absolutely, Charlie LOVES his baby and would do practically anything for them. This’ll be fun to write!

Mafia Boss Charlie With His S/O And Baby

Technically GN! Reader, reader is assumed afab because of the previous baby stories but I tried to keep it gender neutral

Warnings: Charlie’s semi-normal in this one (as normal as a mafia boss can be) so I’m not tagging Yandere, mentions of violence, mentions of murder, mentions of death, mentions of child injury (nothing happens to baby don’t worry), overall anxiety, other than that it’s mostly domestic fluff

Also Charlie’s a girl dad in this because I say so.

Divider credit goes to @konatasoup

When you were pregnant with your baby, Charlie was absolutely terrified of becoming a father. Not because he didn’t want the baby, but because his childhood consisted of a whole lot of violence, brutal training, and what his father liked to call “tough love.” It was all in the name of preparing him for his future role as heir to their organization, but…it wasn’t pleasant. Charlie’s whole childhood was robbed from him, his innocence, his joy, and the thought of potentially doing that to his daughter scares him more than he’d like to admit. He loves her dearly and wants to shield her from the terrors of his daily life, but how can he do that when he never had a good example? What if he ends up just like his father? What if he hurts his daughter when he’s just trying to do the right thing? What if-

Charlie makes a promise to himself, one he asks you to keep him accountable for: No matter what, he’ll love and protect his baby with all the gentleness and affection he never got growing up. He swears his organizations name on it.

You know you don’t have to worry about him breaking his oath though, not only because he treats you so well, but because the second you bring your daughter home, Charlie’s doting on her like nothing else in the world matters except for her (and you).

Charlie is so, so gentle with your daughter. He can’t imagine being anything else. He’s a violent man by nurture, his job demands it of him, but all traces of who he has to be melt away when he’s anywhere near his kid, leaving a sensitive, loving mess of a man behind.

A part of him is absolutely terrified of hurting your kid, so he makes sure he’s always careful and intentional with every movement he makes around her. He holds her like she’ll break if he even slightly shifts his arms, rocking her as tenderly as humanly possible while cooing down at her softly. If you’ll allow him to bottle feed her, he’ll make sure to hold the bottle in the safest way he knows how, lest he somehow hurt her while she’s feeding (he genuinely gets scared he’s hurting her if she begins to aggressively eat because he thinks he’s choking her or something). 

Still, despite his fears, he wants to do everything with her. Due to the circumstances of his job, he doesn’t usually get much time off for paternity leave, so he makes up for it by spending every waking moment he’s home with her and you. Watching movies, taking care of your daughter, snuggling together, whatever he can do to spend quality time with his family, he’ll do gladly. He’ll even take the two of you out for family dates if he deems it safe enough (and if you’re up to it, of course). This is his first time having a family, a real, semi-normal family, and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t make the most of it while he can.

He also loves to show his daughter affection by giving her gifts. The most eye catching toys, the most comfortable clothes, the cutest little accessories… whatever Charlie can get his hands on for his little one, he’ll bring home. She’s not at an age where she can really appreciate or ask for anything, but Charlie doesn’t care. The act alone of spoiling his daughter is enough to make Charlie’s heart swell, especially when he sees her exploring the different items he got with a curious look on her face. With the amount of money he makes, he feels like it’s the least he could do to shower his baby in gifts.

When it comes to others holding your daughter, he’s…not happy. He tries to tolerate family holding her for your sake since he knows that you want them to be in the baby’s life, but…he still hates it. He’ll stand by whoever is holding her with attentive, hard eyes, and if he gets even the slightest impression that his daughter wants free or is unhappy with being held, he’s snatching her back up and not letting go for the rest of the day. He’ll only comfortably let you hold the baby, anyone else is on very thin ice. Dont even think about letting anyone you don’t know well hold the baby, because Charlie will snatch her back before they even get a chance to properly hold her.

Since Charlie is still working and out for a lot of the day, you’re still the primary caretaker of the baby. Because of that, Charlie insists you rest as soon as you get home, allowing him to spend some one-on-one time with his daughter as he takes care of her. He loves hanging out with you and the baby at the same time, but he also enjoys having time to bond with his baby, just the two of them.

In the name of fairness, Charlie and you take shifts at night, when the baby wakes you two up with her crying. The way he sees it, you’re both working full time with different jobs, so it’s only fair that you take turns waking up for her instead of pushing on to one parent. He would have been happy to take care of it all himself, but he knows that focus is critical for his job, and focus is impossible with no sleep.

Oh, and don’t think Charlie’s forgotten about you. As much as he loves showing his daughter affection, he’s gonna make sure you know how loved you are and how much he still adores you. Just as he spoils your daughter, he makes sure everything you could ever want is in your reach, and he’ll do it all while reminding you how beautiful you are, how amazing it is to be a parent alongside you.

Overall, Charlie’s a really good dad. The way he takes care of his daughter will shift and fluctuate as she grows up, but no matter what happens, he’ll always make sure she knows how loved she is.

Little blurb because I thought the prompt was super cute:

“-Aaaaaaah!”

“Hmm,” Charlie groaned, blond strands of hair falling over his face as he raised his head, blearily blinking away the sleep in his eyes. Waking up to wailing had become the new norm ever since his daughter had been born, but the volume of her voice still never failed to surprise him, even now, at the two month mark. “Mm coming, mm coming.”

“Sounds like her hungry cry,” you yawned from behind Charlie, your voice dripping with tiredness. He could feel you shift behind him, your warmth leaving his clothed back. “I’ll go feed her.”

“Absolutely not,” Charlie sat up, throwing the blankets constricting his legs to the side before getting out of the bed. He let out a small grunt as his back popped underneath his skin, stretching away the aches that had settled in his bones. “You had the last shift. It’s my turn now. Besides, we have bottles in the fridge, I’ll use one of those.”

“But you have work in the morning, it’s not fair-“

“No, it is fair.” Charlie turned around to look at you, a small smile creeping across his face. He was tired, and he did have work in the morning, but he wasn’t about to miss out on spending time with his daughter, especially when he’d probably be out all day the next day. Besides, you looked tired, sleep still embedded in your eyes, and he’d be damned if he made you stay up any later than you needed to. “We agreed on shifts, remember? You deserve sleep too.”

As he spoke, Charlie leaned over, watching your lips part in protest before tenderly pressing them against his own. You looked beautiful like this, half-asleep and wrapped up in fluffy blankets, hair tousled every which way. He wished he could stare at you forever, wrapping you up in his protective arms.

Another wail sounded out, and Charlie hesitantly pulled away, giving you one last peck on the head. “I’ll take care of this. Go sleep, I’ll come back when I’m done.”

“…Fine.” You flop back down on the bed, head hitting the pillow as you gaze up at Charlie. Despite your annoyance, there’s a layer of gratefulness shining in your eyes, filling Charlie’s heart with a warmth no fire could give him. “But I get the next shift. If she wakes up again, I’ll deal with it.”

Charlie smiled, standing up off the bed. “Deal.”

Without wasting another second, Charlie padded to the bedroom door, slipping through the crack and setting his sights on the nursery. It wasn’t that far from your shared bedroom, just down the hall in fact, but with how loud your daughter cried, she might as well have been on a different floor.

Another sharp cry, this one louder than the others.

“I’m coming baby, I’m coming.” Charlie stepped into the nursery, making his way next to the crib where his daughter lay. Her face was crinkled up, tears shining in her eyes as her tiny hands flapped and pulled incessantly at the striped onesie she was wearing. Little cries of hunger spilled from her lips like a mantra, but they quickly quieted as Charlie got closer and closer to the crib’s edge.

“It’s ok baby girl, I’ve got you.” Strong hands reached into the crib, effortlessly lifting the baby from where she was resting. Equally strong arms held her to Charlie’s chest, propping her head up so that she could look directly into his affectionate gaze. “You’re ok, you don’t need to cry anymore. You hungry? Is that what you need? You want some food?”

The baby made another annoyed grunt, her hand going out to tug on a strand of Charlie’s long hair.

Charlie’s soft smile turned into a small grimace as he turned towards the door, pulling his baby away from his body as he walked in a desperate attempt to free the taunt strands of hair. “Ok, ok, I get it, you want food and you want it now. But I gotta fix your bottle first, so give me a second will ya?”

That seemed to satisfy the baby, because she released Charlie’s hair, letting out another string of unintelligible babbles as they descended the stairs, her body bouncing softly with each step.

“You recognize this place?” Charlie hit the bottom stare, shifting his daughter in his arms until she was able to stare at the rapidly approaching kitchen walls, the fridge right in her line of view. “Do you know where we are?”

As always, there was no real verbal response, just babbles and whines for food as the baby shifted in his arms.

Despite how careful he was trying to be, Charlie couldn’t help but look down at his daughter as he walked, smiling softly as she reached towards something he couldn’t see. “Hey, don’t wiggle around too much, ok? You’re gonna fall out of my arms, and then what are you gonna do, huh? You gonna crawl and get the bottle yourself?”

The baby didn’t acknowledge Charlie’s teasing, only squirming more as the refrigerator door came closer to her tiny, outstretched hands. Almost like she knew her food was within reach.

Before she could grab at anything, Charlie shifted the baby until he was carrying her with one arm, her fragile head looking over his shoulder. “Ok, ignore me, I get it. I understand. Papa’s too mean to you, isn’t he? He took a whole minute to get down to the kitchen, didn’t he?”

A small snort escaped Charlie’s mouth as he opened the fridge door, shifting his still-wiggling daughter over his shoulder. “You’d think I’m starving you with how slow I am. S/O would have been much quicker, wouldn’t they?”

It was a little difficult for Charlie to get the refrigerated milk into a bottle and heated with one hand, but he managed to get it done after a couple of minutes, his daughter protesting the long wait during every second. As soon as the bottle was ready to be used, Charlie snatched it up and walked over to the nearby couch, clutching the milk in one hand and his baby in the other.

“You’re too small to be putting up this much of a fight,”Charlie sighed, flopped down onto the rather comfy cushions of his couch. He shielded his baby’s head from the fall, bringing the bottle up to her lips as soon as they both settled comfortably into their new resting place. “You’re gonna turn out just like me, you know that?”

The baby’s hands grabbed eagerly at the bottle, and in no time at all was eating vigorously, her eyes trained solely on the milk as it disappeared from the bottle.

“Easy baby, you’re gonna make yourself sick if you keep eating so fast.” Charlie chuckled, propping his daughter’s head up enough for him to feel like she would be comfortable. He held the bottle steadily, watching with all the affection in the world as his daughter drank, intently focused on the bottle in front of her. “What’s S/O gonna say if I come back to our room with vomit all over my clothes?”

The baby made a small, content sigh, and then she went right back to eating, ignoring Charlie altogether.

Charlie let out a breath before leaning back again, careful to keep his daughter in a comfortable hold. He loved moments like these, when he and his daughter could just exist together, peacefully snuggling away the problems of the outside world. Moments where he could look at her new, innocent face, completely oblivious and untainted by the horrors of the outside world, and for once in his life believe that life might be more than just the violence he had dealt with for so long. His daughter was a new light in the world, a beacon of hope and love to all that could look at her-

…

…Love and hope. Right. The same light that Charlie had snuffed out of him, years ago.

Love and hope didn’t mix well with the mafia.

Charlie looked down at his daughter (who still entirely encapsulated by her food), and frowned. She was a beacon of all things beautiful for now, but what would happen when the realities of life kicked in? What would happen when she got a little bit older, old enough to become aware of Charlie’s profession? Would she let it harden her, like Charlie’s had done when he was little more than her age? Would she become one of them, dealing in the parts of humanity Charlie didn’t want her to see?

What would happen if someone got wind of the big bad boss having a tiny infant daughter at home, one of the only things in this world that he could possibly care about losing?

Charlie grimaced and tried to shake the thought away, but it was no use. It’s not like it was the first time he had such thoughts, they’d plagued him since the moment he found out you were pregnant, but…

It was worse when he was actually holding his daughter, holding her with hands that had been caked in blood more times than he could count. Holding her with hands that had inflicted so much pain, so much suffering, so much anger.

He was the opposite of his daughter. She was the light of his life, while he was the darkness that sought to snuff out such light. And with darkness came more darkness, swallowing up everything in its path-

A loud grumble startled Charlie out of his thoughts. His daughter was done eating and was trying to shove the bottle away whining when Charlie’s steady hand wouldn’t let it budge.

“Crap, sorry moonbug.” The bottle was quickly placed aside, Charlie maneuvering his daughter until she was lying in his arms, head and body comfortably resting against his chest. “I didn’t mean to make you upset. I was just…thinking.”

Charlie’s hand went up to hold his daughter’s head, his arms gentle as they swaddled the baby in a protective hug. Whatever violence waited outside, whatever darkness was lurking, plotting to take his baby away from him, Charlie wouldn’t fold. He’d keep his baby right there, safe in his arms. He wouldn’t think about his enemies getting their hands on her, he wouldn’t think about her pained screams, he wouldn’t think about what her body would look like-

Charlie’s eyes hardened. No, no, he wouldn’t think about any of that. Because she was safe, and she was with him. As long as he lived, he would never let anything happen to her. He’d rip anyone who tried to shreds. He could see them now, bodies strewn about, limbs ripped from their sockets, blood seeping from their wounds-

A small yawn sounded right under Charlie’s chin, a wave of guilt crashing over him as he nestled his sleepy daughter closer. How could he? How could he think such violent thoughts while his daughter was with him, oblivious to anything of the sort? How could he waste such precious time with the light of his life thinking about such sickening scenes, imagining them in detail so vivid he could nearly feel it? How could he?

“…No. You’re not gonna turn out like me.”

Tears welled up in Charlie’s eyes at he brought his lips to the top of his daughter’s head, but he didn’t care. He was tough, but he was still a man. He could still feel, still love, still cry, and as long as he could do that, he’d be able to keep his daughter safe in every possible way. He had to, for her sake, your sake, and his.

“I’m gonna give you the world,” Charlie murmured, stroking his baby’s head and back softly. “I’m gonna give you every river and valley and road this earth has to offer. But this one alleyway…you can’t take it. I won’t let you. That’s not your future, I won’t let it be. You’re not gonna turn into me, not as long as I have breath in my lungs.”

There was a moment of silence, nothing but breathing to be heard. Then the baby looked up at Charlie, uttered a small string of unintelligible babbles, and grabbed his nose.

“I’ll take that as an acknowledgment,” Charlie snorted, giving his baby another kiss on the head. “Do we have a deal?”

“Does who have a deal?”

The baby’s grasp on Charlie’s nose was too strong for him to break, but your voice was unmistakable to him, your presence growing closer by the second. “S/O? I told you to go back to sleep, how long have you been up?”

A small thud sounded out, and then you were beside him, kneeling next to the couch. “I couldn’t fall asleep again, so I figured I’d come see how you two are getting along. She wasn’t too fussy, was she?”

You stick out a finger, and the baby grabs onto it, releasing Charlie’s nose in the process.

“A little, but nothing I can’t handle.” Charlie sits up, swinging his legs back onto the ground below. “Here, come sit. I don’t what your knees to hurt in the morning.”

You obliged, Charlie watching your every move as you get up and flop down next to him, picking up the discarded bottle with a smile on your face. “She was hungry, wasn’t she?”

“Very,” Charlie chuckled, shifting the baby until she was facing you, her head still leaning on his chest. “She got antsy as soon as the fridge was in sight. She’s calmed down now though, I think she’s starting to get tired again.”

“Well, babies do sleep a lot,” you wiggle your still-trapped finger, the baby laughing happily as you move her hand around and around. “Although, you two seemed to be having a conversation when I came down. What were you two talking about?”

A light hum escaped Charlie’s lips, his head leaning over to rest on yours. A brief vision of blood flashed through his head, but he pushed it away. No, it was none of your concern. You didn’t need to be burdened by the same worries he was. “Nothing much. I just made her promise to make us proud.”

You snort, leaning further into Charlie. “I don’t think that’s gonna be an issue. Shes already making us proud, isn’t she?”

Charlie let out another small hum as you yawn from beside him, curling up into his body. “She is. Let’s…let’s spend the night here, yeah? Just the three of us. How does that sound?”

The baby let out a small grunt, and you smile, your eyes already closed. “I’d like that, but won’t you get tired? You have work in the morning, remember?”

“I don’t mind. Im not all that tired. Besides, I like spending time with you. And with her, of course.”

Charlie bounced the baby up a little for emphasis, both of you letting out a little chuckle as she gave out a joyful screech. “Ok, but if you get tired, wake me. I’ll take over from there, all right?”

“All right.”

With that, Charlie felt you relax against him, your finger still trapped in the baby’s hold. A few seconds later and you were snoring away, eyes shut blissfully as you slept beside your husband and daughter.

Charlie leaned back, letting out a content sigh as his arms tightened around his daughter. This was why life was living. This was why he had endured so much pain, so much cruelty. It was all worth it to be able to protect his spouse and daughter, to give them the life they deserved to live. All for you, and All for her.

Living was suffering, Charlie knew that well. But living was also for moments like these, where he could wrap the two of you up in his arms and hold you as close as physically possible. Moments where he could watch his daughter life, where he could watch you smile, and where he could finally feel the love and joy he had been starved of for so many years.

Charlie turned his head and kissed you on the forehead. He could worry all he wanted later, when it was him against the dangers of the world. For now he would enjoy the peace and quiet he could get with the two of you as long as he possibly could.

Charlie closed his eyes, pressed his head against yours, and smiled.

I hope you enjoyed! The ending of the blurb felt a little dumb to me, so let me know if it turned out alright!





[irieora]

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I was defending my extended family from being killed via musical by some pan-Asian mafia (we’re Filipino).

[gldrushh]

SUGAR AND SIN | JK FANFICTION

→ TEASER

synopsis: Aurora Beckett is as sweet as the cupcakes she makes and as bright as the morning sun that fills her bakery, the first thing in the morning. With a knack of making friends every chance she gets and putting them before her, she finds herself in trouble more than a friendly neighborhood baker should. Yet this time, the trouble came barging itself. Jeon Jungkook- the shadow syndic, a name whispered through the darkest corners of South Korea, feared like the devil himself. Certain circumstances lead him to her, and the next thing he knows, 5'4 "inches of pure headache is his self-proclaimed partner in crime. But when annoyance starts to twist into a need for the girl, who's everything he's not, he realizes that she is the one who's trouble.

🧁✧ ˚. TITLE: Sugar and Sin.

🧁✧ ˚. PAIRING: Mafia boss! Jungkook × female oc

🧁✧ ˚. GENRE: Mafia au, grumpy × sunshine, forced proximity, slow burn, dark romance, crime/ thriller.

🧁✧ ˚. WARNINGS: violent acts - including murder, physical confrontations, and threats of harm. Dark Themes – Themes of crime such as kindapping and human trafficking, power dynamics, moral ambiguity, mature language, characters experiencing physical and emotional abuse. Please continue with caution.

🧁✧ ˚. TAGS: Mafia boss Jungkook, peirced and tattooed jungkook, he is also a meanie, sociopath Jungkook, jungkook with a gun, RICH man, he kills people for a living or maybe for vengeance, oc and Jk both struggle from a traumatic past, oc is a cat person, oc is an extorvert, people pleaser oc, she is sick and tired of bills, oc is a daddys girl, oc may or may not have a tiny crush on the mafia boss, she is also a little reckless, sloooooooow burn, yearning and pining, a great amount of both from Jungkook's side until he eventually admits it and becomes a simp (he will be downnn horrendously bad), he fucks up at some point, angst angst and angst, but also angst with happy ending? eventual fluff after a longgg wait but it's tooth rotting so maybe it's worth it, eventual smut (maybe Idk man), protective Jungkook, he will die and kill for his people, possessive Jungkook, obsessive too, he is also kind of pathetic but his aura goes insane, oh and he also wears gloves 24/7

A/N: woah maybe this sounds kind of cliché but writing this brings me great joy and I hope you feel just the same if you choose to read it. This is my first time posting a silly work of mine to a public platform and I'm not really hoping for something big but genuine readers and friends I plan to make along the way. Thank you if you're reading this. I hope my words can be worth your time.

Also If you wanna get ahead, I have already posted 9 parts of this on my wattpad.

Thank you again. I will be starting to post here soon.

He was here.

In her goddamn living room, sitting on her couch like he owned the place.

The realization hit her slowly, like the creeping cold of winter sneaking under the door. She hadn’t heard him come in. She hadn’t seen him approach. But there he was, every inch of him radiating danger.

He was here to fulfill the promise of something dangerous.

He was here for her.

She didn't need to look through her memories of last night to recognize him. The inky voids that were placed where eyes normally are were proof enough, and so was the horrifying calmness he carried with himself surrounding the small space of her apartment.

Her lips parted, her breath shortened and her unblinking eyes went all over him, his gloved hands that were skilled for taking lives-she was sure of it- resting flatly on his broad, muscled thigh clothed with the black of his pants, his shirt of a softer fabric soft yet unyielding, strained against the hard planes of his chest. The tailored suit jacket stretched over biceps that seemed too solid, too real, for this moment to be anything but a nightmare and there was the face she hadn't properly grasped in the chaos of last night, now all sharp lines, cool beauty, and unsettling stillness.

Maybe the devil wasn't a short red man with thorns and tail at all. Maybe he wore tailored suits and silver piercings.

"Breathe. And sit down."

[dramioneasks]

Nomura - haironmylip - E, WIP - When their eyes meet, there is a brief moment of oppressive silence, as if they are under pressure. Hermione isn't sure if he's looking directly into her eyes since her vision tragically fails her at the most critical moment. She lowers her gaze to his shoulder, to the ripped fabric of his shirt, splattered with blood and something else... Something inside Hermione starts to crumble, whether it's a corset made of ribs or a dried-up heart drained of blood, she's not sure. She pays little attention to the blood on his shoulder, casting a foggy glance at the elongated head of the tattooed dragon.