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[garyrevel]

Bible Verse for MafiaDon Trump-US President Elect

Scriptural memo to MafiaDon Trump, President Elect of the USA Romans 3: 10 through 20 10 as it is written: “None is righteous, no, not one;11 no one understands; no one seeks for God.12 All have turned aside; together they have become worthless; no one does good, not even one.”13 “Their throat is an open grave; they use their tongues to deceive.” “The venom of asps is under their lips.”14…

[morgandeloreto]

His Angel (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/289512566-his-angel?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=deloretomorgan&wp_originator=Re9uEhVxezklvAinC7vXFdCQHi4UZHHaq7k%2FFjt1LhcByc%2BB5UCwyt99OgCgOe1bblhZl14ZLXRkGpV3sJl4Bbk00kPsTTEZb8SBugrfY6DNYPqENvpA%2FHAv5eb12gXq Blake Ricci is your average teenager, except her family owns the biggest mafia in Italy. The only thing is, she doesn't know that she is the Italian princess. All she knows is that her parents run a successful business, Ricci Enterprises. Her brothers, Leo and Ryder, are set to take over for their father and told to keep the secret from Blake. Daniel Carnello is set to take over for his father's mafia in America. Daniel has just graduated college and is ready to rule, all he's missing is his queen, and he's got his eyes on just one girl...Blake Ricci and he'll get her with the help of his best friend Callum and his own charming looks. What will happen when Blake's world comes to a crashing halt all because of Daniel's world? (This is my first book, so please be patient with me (: )

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[coochieko]

not to be a f*c wr*ter on main but uhhhh i saw a post mentioning the mere Concept of mafia noel+cody and how am i supposed to function without imagining a hundred different, yet equally beautiful scenarios for that?

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@rivervixens @bigdsgirl @redundantoxymorons @writeraquamarinara @ithoughtyoulikedmereckless

[chalabrun]

I’m 99% sure that lesbian shipping culture is making the woman take the dude’s role in m/f au’s and the dude is almost always a Bottom

[nocturne-pisces]

Chum The Waters

Pairing: Robert Pronge (Mr. Freezy) x PlusSize!MafiaDon!Reader

warnings: violence, murder, gore, smut- my warnings are not exhaustive: dead dove, do not eat

a/n: welcome to part one. i've been sitting on this draft for like six months and finally i have dedicated the time to it. thank you to @branded--with--a--j for beta reading.

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It’s visceral.

It always has been.

And Bobby thinks it’s something about that viscera that keeps him coming back for more, thinks it’s something about that sinew and flesh and how easily it rips and tears that makes him crave it like a fucking drug.

The skin on his knuckles is bruised, broken from jagged teeth and protruding bone, but he doesn’t stop. He loves his work, he loves the person he does it for, everything in his life has come up aces and he’s just fucking robbed Vegas.

He grunts as he lands another blow to the man he has chained down. He’s going to kill the guy eventually, but they all talk sooner or later. It’s all about finding that sweet spot of too much pain to stay quiet, right before you get to I give up let me die.

He has to keep them hopeful enough that they’ll survive, that something is still in it for them, keep them delirious enough to believe that he would let them go, so they’ll keep feeding him information that he can give to you.

The man below him grunts as Bobby’s knuckles crunch against his already broken nose.

“C’mon Baizen, you know how to make it stop.” Bobby swings again, Carter’s lip under his fist busting open. His head lolls forward, the flow of blood and saliva falling into his lap.

“I don’t fuckin’ know anything, man,” Carter sobs. He’s lying. Bobby knows he’s lying. Carter knows that Bobby knows he’s lying, but he’s still hanging on to hope that someone is coming for him.

“Your funeral.” Robert fists Carter’s hair, lifting his head so another blow can break his browbone. His goes to rear back and swing again, but stops short when his phone starts ringing a 16-bit version of You Are My Sunshine. He bought it specifically for you.

His thumb smudges blood across the screen as he swipes to answer, bringing it to his ear as Carter spits at his feet. Bobby’s face twists in disgust and he kicks Carter’s chair backward, the thump of his head hitting the concrete floor reverberating off the walls.

“Hey, baby,” he’s breathy from exertion and if you didn’t know for a fact that he was beating information out of another man you might be concerned. Confirmation of his activities coming in the form of Carter’s groan in the background.

“Hi, honey. How’s it going down there?” Your voice is corn syrup through his system, sickly sweet and tree sap slow.

“Pretty boy hasn’t started talkin’ yet, but I still ain’t busted out the tools either.” Carter doesn’t miss Bobby’s arrogance, answering with a choked laugh.

“Fuck you, Pronge,” he calls, blood pooling under his head from his cracked skull.

Bobby sighs, his heavy breath crackling against the receiver.

“He’s just a pusher, sweetheart. Not big enough to rile you up so much. You’ve never let me down and I know you won’t start now.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Get what you can and come back to me. And don’t leave a mess!”

The lilt of your laughter echoes through the receiver, his heart skipping a beat or two as the corners of his lips curl skyward. Another soft Yes ma’am uttered before the call ends.

Bobby pockets his phone, the smile falling from his face as he turns back to Carter. He rights the chair he’s tied to and Carter’s head lolls forward, his chin hitting his chest as he fights the spins.

The slide of metal against metal makes Carter look up, his breath coming out in a huff when he sees the curve of the crowbar in Bobby’s hand. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, man.” 

“Not even a little bit. I told you that you knew how to make it stop.” 

Baizen takes shallow breaths in, steels himself for what he knows is coming as Bobby winds himself up like a Yankee’s batter. All Pronge really has to do is swing like he’s going to shatter Carter’s kneecap and the kid breaks. 

“Okay! Okay, okay, I get it. Fuck. Fuck!” Carter knows he’s about to give up his boss, knows he’s about to have to flee the country to be able to keep his ability to walk. Bobby stands there expectantly, twirling the crowbar in his fist.

“A few days ago Rogers got something like four or five trashbags full of fuckin’ body parts. They were all people that worked for him. People that had come through here to make a delivery and never made it back. They have a suspicion that it was Barnes. All the pieces looked like shark feed. So, they’ve called a meeting in Omaha to settle territory lines.”

The corner of Bobby’s mouth tugs up in a smile, the work that he’s had a hand in still unnoticed by mafia Don’s that seem to be unaware of his bosses presence. It was ideal, what you and he wanted, to be invisible until it was too late- and everything seemed to be going just as you’d planned. You were going to be so pleased with him. The thought of your soft smile pointed in his direction makes his cock twitch in his white slacks.

“What the fuck are you smiling about?” Carter brings Bobby back to the present, where he’s still standing in the dank basement of a meat processing plant interrogating a kid that can’t be any older than 22. He almost feels bad for what he’ll do next, but all is fair in love and war or whatever Shakespeare said.

“It was six bags.” 

“Huh?” Carter’s eyebrows pinch together, the implications of Bobby knowing how many bags of body parts there were taking just a second longer to settle in his brain. “Oh my god, it was-”

“Me, yeah.” Bobby takes lazy steps towards his toolbox, deposits his crowbar before reaching into the second drawer to pull out a sleek black 9mm. He turns and points it directly at Carter’s head, pulling the trigger before the kid can beg for mercy.

His whites are fresh, not a speck of blood to be seen. His hair pulled back into a low ponytail to get his hair out of his face, you always said you didn’t like it when he hid behind his hair. He checks his reflection one more time before he knocks on your office door, your voice answering from the other side and beckoning him in.

Your hand rests in a fluffy head of hair, your personal security sitting cross legged at your feet with his head rested against your thigh. Justin perks up when the office door opens, surveying the person entering for any ill intent. He knows Bobby, has worked with him quite a few times, so it’s not a surprise when he closes his eyes again and rests back against you.

“Hey, sweetheart,” you croon, Bobby’s icy exterior melting almost instantly. 

“Hey, boss.” 

“How did it go?” 

Bobby closes the gap between you, makes himself comfortable in the chair in front of your ornate desk. You don’t miss the cologne he put on for this meeting, he always tried so hard to impress you. 

“I have a couple updates for you,” he replies, and you take the opportunity to get Justin’s attention. You hand him your credit card, plant a kiss on his forehead, and tell him to head down to the arcade for a little bit, that you’d text him when you needed him. Justin dismisses himself with a sweet smile only moments later, leaving you alone with Bobby, buzzing to hear the information he pulled out the west coast kid you’d caught.

You stand from your chair, round your desk so you can stand in front of Bobby, close enough to brush the stray hairs from his forehead. He doesn’t understand sometimes how you ended up a Don. How, through all your sunshine and kindness, you came into power over some of the most violent men he’d ever met. The thought of you covered in blood, terrifying and beautiful, stiffens his already aching cock. 

“What do you have for me?” 

Bobby clears his throat, gathering his thoughts through the haze you cause his brain every time you’re this close to him. 

“Rogers got your presents and they think Barnes sent them. They’re planning a meetup in Omaha soon to come to a truce.” 

Your blinding smile thickens that haze, it makes his mouth go dry when you point it at him.

“Oh, that’s perfect, Bobby.” He feels your praise deep in the pit of his stomach, and it’s not hard to see the way he already strains against his pants. “I couldn’t have done it without you, sweetheart.” 

You bend at the waist to kiss his cheek, a low moan rumbling in his chest when you make contact. You’ve always loved being in the position of power you were, loved how dangerous men prostrated themselves before your feet for the chance to make you happy. 

Bobby was one of those men. 

Smart, cunning, ruthless, and absolutely stupid for you.

“Thank you, ma’am,” he replies, his eyes fixated on your knees, the flush of his cheeks sending a throb straight between your thighs. 

“Do you want me to show you how grateful I am?”

Your voice slips a couple octaves lower, slides a few decibels south, and the dumbstruck look on Bobby’s face as his gaze slips up your curves makes your mouth water.

Your voice slips a couple octaves lower, slides a few decibels south, and the dumbstruck look on Bobby’s face as his gaze slips up your curves makes your mouth water.

“You’ve always wanted a taste, haven’t you?”

You step out of your heels, dropping the four inches they added to your height when your feet land back on plush carpet. The tip of your toe coasts up Bobby’s shin, using his knee to push your ass up onto your desk.

Your skirt is tight, but not so tight that you can’t pull it up over the globes of your ass and spread your legs wide. His eyeline moves from your face to the panel of your panties, already glittering with the arousal he’s caused.

His knees hit the floor, in worship or prayer you’re not sure, and his hushed oh my god doesn’t give you further clue. You rest your weight back on your elbow and prop a leg up, hooking a finger into your underwear so you can pull them to the side.

He looks back up at you for permission, the ring of blue circling his blown pupils magnified in his glasses.

Your fingers slip between your folds, the pornographic sound of your slick making Bobby growl with a growing need that he swears is going to consume him whole.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” you coo, leaning forward to slide his glasses off his face and set them next to you. “Come get it.”

His vision is fuzzed over but he feels like he could locate the center of your heat by smell alone. He lurches forward, pulls your thighs over his shoulders and feasts on your cunt.

His hungry groans vibrate against your clit, the plush of his bottom lip sealing off for a perfect suction.

“Oh, fuck,” you keen, your hands slipping into the hair he brushed just for you. “That’s it, Bobby. Just like that.”

Your praise only spurs him on, makes him flip his palm up under his chin and work two fingers into your already pulsing pussy. He feels as they get sucked in deeper, and he can’t restrain himself any longer.

The hand not buried two knuckles deep makes quick work of his belt, rips the button open on his slacks and tears down the zipper. He reaches into his boxers and tugs himself in time with your clenching.

His fingers hook up into your silk walls and the brush against your g-spot has your hands curling hard against his scalp, bucking your hips against his mouth and chasing your release. “Shit, Bobby. Right there.”

Bobby tries to time his release with yours, tries so hard to stave himself off until he feels you let go against his face, but he can’t. He spills over his hand like a goddamn teenager at a fucking drive in and his faltering movements have you looking down.

“Just couldn’t help yourself, could you?”

He should be embarrassed, but he swears if he ever gets the chance to feel you from the inside he wouldn’t be so quick. Your smile down at him is still sweet, even though you’re poking fun, and he takes it as a challenge.

You drag in a gasp when he reattaches himself to your clit, his hands finding a renewed vigor in pushing every button he can find. You drop back against your desk, your knuckles cracking under the hold you have at the edge of the wood.

“Oh, shit. Don’t stop.”

He doesn’t have to pull away for you to feel his grunted I won’t against your cunt. Your moans climb in pitch and volume and you fist the hair on either side of his head as you’re shoved over the precipice of your orgasm, his tongue laid flat so you can rut against his face.

He greedily drinks up every drop, the surface beneath your ass dry when he finally gives you reprieve. He stows himself away and shuffles your skirt back down to cover you, making sure your dignity remains intact in case anyone barges in.

It takes a few minutes to recover- for your heart rate to settle and your breathing to even out, but when it does you affectionately fit his glasses back on his face and drop a kiss on his slick stained cheek.

“Thank you, Bobby. I needed that.”

“You’re welcome, boss.”

He looks up at you where the tiniest amount of sweat has beaded against your hairline and thinks that you’ve never looked more beautiful.

You slide off your desk, fit your pumps back onto your feet, and settle back in your desk chair. You scoop your phone from the surface and text Justin that he can come back, getting a singular heart emoji in response.

“Would you mind getting in contact with Barber and letting him know that my patience is waning with those permits?”

“Anything for you,” comes Bobby’s reply, in a love sick tone he hopes isn’t too thick.

“You’re such a sweetheart. What would I do without you?”

It’s that sweet summer smile that makes his heart flutter, the one he’d dismember his own mother to see again.

“I imagine you’d get blood all over those pretty hands.” Bobby doesn’t joke often, so it’s always a treat when he does.

“Well, I’m an incredibly lucky lady to have you taking care of it for me.”

[starkerficlibrary]

Hello! I was wondering if you could recommend any good criminal aus like either mafia or killer tony kidnaps peter or something similar. Thank you and hope you have a good day! :)

Hiii,

Here’s a rec-list of some of my favourites! I hope you enjoy them ❤

MafiaDon!Tony x SonHier!Peter (Starkercest) | @starkerforlife6969

A Doll on a String | @babybatscreations

Doing Time

Genius, Billionaire, Philanthropist, Serial Killer | @von--gelmini

-J

[teenitinygod]

I will be getting through the requests and mashups I promise but this is something I really want to do.  please give me feedback and requests about this au! I plan on expanding it and making a few stories. Thanks you guys! <3

here’s the overall description :

Each volleyball club is a mafia family

Nekoma 

Karasuno

Aoba johsai 

Inarizaki high

Fukurodani

shiratorizawa

Smaller volleyball clubs are just gangs that work with and/or under the families

Date tech

Johzenji

Tsubakihara

Ohgiminami

The head Mafiadon of each family is the team captain. i.e. Daichi, Kuroo, Bokuto

The executives will be the people closest to the captain, i.e. 

- kuroo and kenma

- boukto and akaashi

Each person will run a certain part of the business and have their own job based on personalities and interests  i.e.

- kenma : head of online weapons communications and trade

I will post each family descriptions throughout the next few days!

[garyrevel]

New Evidence of MafiaDon-Traitor Trump made Public by Court

October 18, 2024 New information in the 165-page immunity brief special counsel Jack Smith filed on Oct. 2, 2024 has been publicly released. Evidence includes the Trump-strategy to advance fake electors as well as Pence’s letter issued on Jan. 6, 2021, stating that he did not have unilateral authority to determine which electoral slates should be counted.  The information shows how Smith pored…

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BeastAU!MafiaDon!Yandere!Dazai.

Oh how much time he needed to finally break her, how much pain, how much resources but why? Why isn’t he happy at all

But somehow it’s understandable, the simple sight in fron of him is just pitiful

In from him isn’t his once beautiful desire but rather a simple shell of a pure soul. Simply pitiful!

The only thing that gives him some hope is what inside this shell. His or rather their little daughter that just needs to be born. Maybe that will finally bring her back her feelings

Hah but who knew that even this wouldn’t happen. As a life came the other went away and again he was incomplete

Why does everything break as soon as he touches it? Perhaps it’s simply fate or his fortune

Even if his dream of a perfect family is shattered he’s gonna try to give his dear daughter a happy life

And with everyday she looked more and more like her mother. And even her behavior was similar, ooh she’s gonna be a beautiful woman in the future. Just like her mother.

But the happiness didn’t last for too long. After all, he can’t keep it a secret forever. As soon as she accidentally found it what happened to her mother everything changed

Ooh the pure hate in her eyes is just painful but at least trough that both found out about her ability

A shame though that she’s not suited for the mafia at all. Being born in a cruel place but not be able to become one with it, a true shame

Poor Yuko, she can’t even run away. But what did she expect if her father literally owns this city. It’s like a prison for life

But even if she’s his daughter he isn’t afraid of using force to let her stay. Even if it means to do similar things what he did with her mother

[docs-cowbell-recorders]

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[mensrightsff]

At least learn to spell Tarek Fateh's name right @Javedakhtarjadu Tarek's love for India is not the issue. Ur hatred of Hindu civilisation is the issue tho u hate it under garb #sickularismAthiesm. Ur love for #MafiaDons like Sohrabuddin, Dawood & #JehadiBurhanWanis is the issue https://t.co/FjByvcH125

— MadhuPurnima Kishwar (@madhukishwar) April 29, 2020

[zardinex]

""Nice whistle-blower you got there. Shame if something happened to them..." #MafiaDon https://t.co/JAsDQF7UJA" HamillHimself https://t.co/JAsDQF7UJA

[bolbiistroganovsky]

would anyone be interested in a ExchangeStudent!Sid and MafiaDon!Geno fic? Like I'm gonna write it anyway just cause I need to get it out of my head but is someone else interested in this????