Jan 29, 2023
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Anybody sending you hate can catch these hands you deserve so much more for contributing to this site xoxo!
You are too kind, my lovely. I'm still writing. I won't let some pressed nonnie stop me. ❤️ I hope you're doing well because you deserve only good things.
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I saw candybabysworld's ask and raise you this:
Arranged marriage Au with mob!Ari taking time off of work to train his new wife. He teaches her the dynamic of their marriage and it's rules/consequences. He's willing to work it out if she cooperates. But most of the time it's just him pressuring her to bend to his will, "Don't you want to be a good wife? For me?". He's a very handsy person and caresses her in a domineering way. Most of the time it's just to flex his power. Here are a few of his rules:
When he has a cigarette/cigar he expects you to light it.
The only seat available during meetings is his lap.
You have a strict curfew, as well as tracker (that he hadn't bothered telling you about.)
No panties (Or he'll gag you with it).
He doesn't tell you when he wants it, he simply grips your hips from behind as a signal.
No friends unless they're the wives/girlfriends of other mobsters (this was made after he became jealous of your bodyguard).
You don't reject his affection. Especially not in front of his men.
You only wear what he approves. He has a strict dress code after you showed up in his club wearing a skimpy dress. He wouldn't have minded if it weren't for his client mistaking you for an escort. In Ari's words: "If I wanted a hooker, I would've hired one." resulting in you bursting into tears and not speaking to him for a week (he did feel bad for that one).
Oh my gosh this is so hot I’m actually convulsing and now I’m so tempted to write a dilfy mob husband!Ari fic where he makes his baby wife follow all his rules 😩😩😩
Off the top of my head, here’s some more rules that mob!Ari would have for you:
You have to be ready and waiting for him when he comes home from work. By the door or in his bed. (If it’s in his bed, then you have to be wearing either approved lingerie or be naked).
You’re only allowed to wear dresses and skirts. Absolutely no jeans or anything like that, because Ari expects you to be a traditional wife for him.
You can never disagree with him in public, especially not in front of his men. Even in private, Ari expects you to agree with him bc he knows best, but if you do disagree, then you have to be very respectful about it.
You have to call him daddy in the bedroom, and he encourages you to call him daddy outside of the bedroom too.
AHHHH I think I’m gonna write this into a fic😩
Ive been thinking about this post and... https://bunnywritesmarvel.tumblr.com/post/678539794232573952/billy-takes-revenge-against-rawlins-by-marrying
imagine a soft!dark!billy being your secret boyfriend. He's the one thing your dad doesn't know about. He visits your house whenever he can. Of course the maids don't say anything because he's just a friend from work, right? Billy made calculated moves in order to get this close to you. When you stop by your favorite cafe, he's already inside ordering. You take a stroll through the park? His car just so happens to be parked not too far away. After all of these coincidences he decides to make the first move and ask you out. It turns out, the two of you had a lot in common totally not because he'd broken into your room or anything.
And when the time is right, billy would purposely knock you up. Of course he knows that your father has a reputation to keep, so there's a shotgun wedding. He gives rawlins the best shit-faced grin while tieing the knot with his precious angel. That's actually the nickname that your dad would always give you, Angel. He thought it was a good idea, keeping you away from danger. Not marrying head-first into it. Rawlins couldn't stand him, but he's given no other choice. That's how billy acquired the rest of Rawlin's wealth. Hell, the rest of his empire. He makes sure to give a toast to his 'pops'
OH MY GOD PLEASE IM OBSESSED WITH DARK!BILLY 😭😭😭
join slutty saturday!
Dark!Lazlo inspecting your pregnant body 👀 He’d spent months keeping you locked up and bred so he could get you to your current state.
He runs a few tests on just how much your body had changed. To you it’s a form of humiliation. A sign of defeat. To him however, it’s a sign of victory. He had finally succeeded. His seed had finally been taken.
Seeing you swollen with his child(ren) only feeds into his ego. He could get used to you like this. Barefoot and vulnerable. To rely solely on him and him alone.
*sigh* as many things with dr. kreizler, he would approach it initially with (what seems to be) total professionalism. he says it’s to study the female body, because, as you surely know, there aren’t a lot of studies done on the female body. he convinces you that you’d be a pioneer of medicine and that you’d be revered in the field as a figurehead, as someone who was dedicated to research that you put your own body on the line for it. you’d have to say yes.
but, as he’s massaging your breasts and pushing his fingers into you, you slowly come to understand what his real motivation was. you should have known from the very beginning: he had fucked you. he didn’t artificially inseminate you, like he said he would. he got you on that exam table and fucked you until he came inside you, and then sat down and took meticulous notes on your body’s initial response to his “injection” (as he calls it).
now, you can’t even go out in public without hearing whispers about how you’re just “that alienist’s experiment”. once, you even heard captain conner call you “kreizler’s bitch”. but now that you have this reputation with the new york upper class, there’s nothing for you to do but run back into laszlo’s arms.
when you finally give birth, laszlo says that the study failed to show conclusive results. you don’t understand how, and he says that he couldn’t possibly explain it to you. a lot of moving parts, he says. it’s complicated, and you need rest. maybe he’ll tell you tomorrow. but tomorrow never comes. he never explains why the first trial failed, not even when he’s prepping for the second trial. and it slowly dawns on you that you’ll never know what would make the trial yield successful results, because there is no trial. there is no study or experiment. it was all a ploy so that laszlo would be guaranteed to be a father.
I lowkey think that druig might have a guilty pleasure of watching reality drama shows like the real housewives or celebrity big brother and just criticizing how he would’ve stopped/solved most of the fights. 🤣
Just druig and makkari watching an episode:
I like to think they have a favorite they’re rooting for 😂
YESS
i love the idea of druig having reality tv his guilty pleasure once he got accustomed to the modern world. idk if he would have a favorite, i think he would just watch it to criticize everyone on the show 🙃
makkari would be like idk why you like this but sure i'll watch with you
come join the sleepover!
What about...incel Niki? 😶
Like this man just has a huge god complex and you feel the need to kick him off his high horse
oh you want MISOGYNY misogyny... I’ve wanted to write an incel fic for months now but haven’t figured out the right approach yet. I was kinda imagining it with jake jensen or carter baizen or something but niki... Hmmmm... definitely noted.
Wedding Chris would steal your panties and have them folded in his front pocket to show off
oooh yes! and he’d be smirking and he’d tell all the groomsmen all about his bathroom hookup with you! then, at the wedding reception party, he’d be drunk and he’d pull you over to the groomsmen’s table and make you sit on his lap and he’d be like, “baby, tell my friends how I ruined your little baby pussy earlier. tell them!” 😩😩😩😩😩