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itsdappleagain · 1 year

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hell yeah baby backstory time

it is time for the boston tea party caper!!

notes under the cut assss always

this episode is a bit of a mix-up for me. i like it but not my favorite all things considered. i'm still excited though- some of the moments in this episode are GOLD

HQ!!!

JHSGHSD "hey red hows san diego" "not great" "im not talking about you girl"

"i thought he lived in the cloud"

player looks so unamused pls

PLEASE "though i am hearing voices again" HOW WAS THAT RELEVANT. WERE U HEARING VOICES BEFORE

shadowsan is the best character here he's so funny

THE "THAT IS NOT WHAT I MEANT"

if they vowed to use their "superpowers" for good and ivy hotwired that car later on i guess maybe they used to steal cars and then decided to go straight maybe

ivy is so cool

OH hey also by the way their younger designs. SO GOOD carmen should have gotten a dorky in between phase we were robbbbed

small

not trey and his butt chin

i like how the screen glitches when its paused on trey. new headcanon this is a powerpoint presentation they threw together right then and there

you dare knock LYDIA

"i got this" zack says with the confidence of a man who just ate taco bell learning they won't see another restroom for eight more hours on the road trip

the talking through the race kills me every time 😭you can't hear each other

man this racetrack has an overhead drone keeping exact pace with the leading car

zack had a chase devineaux phase too once

carmen sandiego: oh no no we're rated for seven year olds!! the boston tea party caper: the mafia boss who lent us money threatened to put a hit out on us if we didn't commit a robbery for him on a suspicious front for a money laundering operation for the mob

the main reason i dislike this episode and need for speed is because zack doesnt ever get to learn. he was impulsive and it was bad in duke of vermeer, he was impulsive and it was bad in boston tea (okay fine, it shows us his younger self! fine with that) BUT THEN HE IS IMPULSIVE AND ITS BAD AGAIN NEXT TIME. FOR THE SAME REASONS whyyy wouldn't they take duke of vermeer as an opportunity to show his growth instead of making him out to be some angry no control childish idiot who sacrifices untold amounts for a little payback. and drags ivy down with him EVERY TIME

there's something so cool and sinister about ivy smiling, reassuring him, and then slowly pulling down the ski mask to hide any emotion. ivy and zack seem like they could have been prime targets for VILE recruitment- they could have gone down a much darker path

shadowsan was so invested

carmen's puberty crammed in those few months between the boat and the boston holy shit

player accidently saved zack and ivy's asses by turning off those cameras jgjsgkd

the second perspective of zack crashing into the wall kills me every time pls

here goes carmen with "its for your own safety" who taught her that phrase

i love how z and i immediately think that this person couldnt possibly be...i dont know. an employee or a manager or someone who works at the donut place. she's gotta be another thief. i mean they are right but like why

the giant ass green vault behind the fridge door 😭

WE'RE FOLLOWIN THAT LADY FOLLOWIN THOSE BREADCRUMBS TO THE DOUGH

wait didn't they arrive in a truck parked on the other side of the building

carmen ALSO had a chase devineaux phase

???? isnt that truck she just stole the one they got there in???

i mean carmen. girl. you kicked them out of their own robbery and then stole their car did you expect them not to follow you

carmen's devineaux side coming out <3 also completely shameless carmen cant drive comic plug

there are so many car accidents literally everyone could have died in for these two (this and need for speed) episodes. credits roll as the paramedics show up to carmen who just CRASHED HER CAR INTO A FUCKING HOLE HEAD FIRST

they had to make sure to show us that carmen was literally the worst driver possible to justify zack being there

i love zack immediately getting super friendly with the random woman who just stole their car, crashed it, and then stole it again with them inside

carmen: haha suave quip zack and ivy, the two most neurodivergent bitches on the planet: IN THE REVOLUTIONARY WAR

also carmen looks hilariously uncomfortable wedged behind this shipping crate. she's experiencing her first infodump

the loaning money joke is actually very funny

i kind of like how awkward carmen still is in some areas. she still talks like a VILE operative- she reports her every move to player, she simply responds with "understood." because thats the only way she knows how to relate

ANGY

ivy: oh no camera: zooms out to show the most outraged face the animators could draw

screenshots of all time

can you imagine your weirdgirl little 16 year old classmate dips and you see her a few months later and she's turned into this trenchcoat wearing 5'7" long haired adult woman whose only goal is to make your life a thousand times harder

not quite sure how this episode said "oh yeah. her classmates who knew her as a kid constantly call her by the wrong name and disrespect her despite constant corrections. and also her mother figure, seeing the new her, disowns her with the proclamation that this new person killed her child when she took this new name and betrayed her" and made it not transgender

le chevre was so cool about everything for like three minutes

HEY okay my favorite detail of the show is that when carmen runs in this episode she gets way out of breath because she isn't in shape yet i LOVE that detail

i have never heard more emotion from gina than when she went "YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME"

THROW HER OVERBOARD

el topo is also cool about things for like three minutes

zack and ivy bounce constantly between dumb orange cat energy and golden retriever who would jump into the ocean for a guy who petted them once energy

legend has it carmen still manages to throw el topo and le chevre in the water every time they are within a mile of it

i love le chevre backing up and running away from her because he's like oh shit. wasn't she like the best in our class?? is she going to kill me or something?? why did she leave VILE what the fuck im booking it nah

YEAH I NEED THE ROPE CARMEN IS SO MEAN IN THIS EPISODE ITS SO FUCKING FUNNY

IVY RESPONDING TO THE ASK FOR "MUSCLES" WAS A UNIVERSAL LESBIAN WIN FOR EVERY SINGLE PERSON ON THE PLANET GOD WHAT AN ICONIC SCENE. MILADY. ALL SHE HAD TO DO WAS KISS HER HAND GOD

its never brought up ever again that ivy's "shirt" is actually a blue undershirt and a black vest and that is criminal we needed a gay vest. something

the slomo kick is so hot

LE CHEVRE STEPPING ON HER HEAD

those plates must have hurt so fucking bad

okay well. you DO commit crimes

"the police have no idea they exist" okay. TELL THEM

SEE? VEST.

"got any room for us on your next job?" "you know what? sure! come along and help me take down this global criminal organization. uhhh what are your names again btw?"

yall i dont think eddie is going to want to see you for the money

A FLYING CAR he said yeah zack that was smart

i love how offended by literally everything the bostonians do shadowsan is

THEY MADE SHADOWSAN GET IN THE BACK BEHIND THE SEAT HAHAHAHHJHD

that hq wont be so wasted when you die of hypothermia! good luck carmen

alrighty, thats the beantown caper all done! only two more to catch up on before I'm on time again for my favorite episode this saturday >:)

#carmen sandiego #carmen sandiego 2019 #cs weekly #csweekly #carmen sandiego weekly #liveblog

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mizzmellos · 10 months

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What's your Rod Ross headcanons?

YAAAAAAAAY ANON I really wanted to repost this from my old blog so thank you for literally reading my mind and giving me the chance xoxo gift wrapped for you with a bow on top MWAH

+ I mean… we all know Mello joined Rod’s gang by bringing him the head of a rival boss. But I’m pretty sure he did it… literally. How else would a gang full of 6′4″ dudes with Uzis ever take him seriously?? I love imagining him arranging an ingenious meeting with Rod one day, like, Mello somehow tricking him into talking with him, and telling him like… “so I heard you were trying to take this dude out, I can do it for you, ya know. lmao not bragging.” and Rod takes one look at him and just starts laughing his ass off. “Kid (which is what he calls Mello, btw)… I’ve lost six men to trying already, and their balls had already dropped.” Then Jose throws his ass into the street. A week later, Mello shows up at the front door of their HQ (how did he find us??? Kal gasps audibly, knowing Rod is going to kick his ass for this because everything is Kal’s fault) with a bloody pillowcase (because gift wrapping is NOT appreciated by any of those no-taste mafiosos…) and says “happy birthday, I work for you now. You’re welcome.”

+So you know that panel where Mello is sitting on the couch back perched behind Rod’s shoulder? Not a headcanon, just wanted you to think about it. :’) Here's another one btw:

+Their relationship actually has a somewhat solid basis of trust and respect. Even though Rod is an absolute maniac sometimes and would gouge your eyes out without a second thought, he’s incredibly intelligent--

PSA: READ HIS PROFILE IN VOLUME 13 YOU GOONS…. HE’S NOT JUST A BRUTE LMAO I HATE IT WHEN PPL WRITE HIM DUMB HE. IS. NOT. DUMB. he is smarter than most of the Japanese task force and of equal intelligence to lots of the ppl working with L such as Wedy, Matt… he survived a great many years of Kira eliminating criminals so he was smart and good at keeping a low profile until Mello came and fucked everything up.

--and Mello respects him for that. Even though Mello is a prissy little bitch that really only cares about what he cares about, Rod's like... well, he’s kind of a genius and his ideas have worked out in the past. And he’s pretty scary. They both like that about each other. Just generally being able to intimidate the shit out of ANYBODY that would dare look their way.

+Rod is probably pretty outwardly homophobic, and ribs Mello for being effeminate. While he doesn't ever let it go too far, he'll chime in around other members of the mafia. Both of them are secretly a little terrified of anybody finding out that they fuck around once and a while. But that's part of the thrill yk? Whenever anybody’s around, Rod always has a hooker on his leg and tries not to pay Mello any mind. But once they’re alone, Mello thinks it’s funny to bring it up.

+Speaking of letting it go too far, Rod allows any amount of verbal abuse, but has broken up more than a couple fistfights Mello’s gotten himself into with other members of the gang by “running that goddamn big mouth of his all the fuckin’ time.”

+While Rod normally backs Mello 110%, as his infallible plans have done nothing but provide a multitude of viable cash flows and absolute territorial dominance, when they have their disagreements (which get.. heated, to say the least), Mello will totally get physical. Rod finds this hilarious, considering he could literally break his neck with one hand. Anyway Rod only fought back once, when he was in a particularly bad mood, and Mello had to show up the next day skulking around with a black eye and fat lip, his lisp way worse than usual. It was the only time after Mello showed up until the day of his death that Kal actually experienced any degree of human happiness. Btw poor Kal. Read the dude's profile in HTR13 if you want a laugh. #AnneofGreenGables

+Mello was actually really surprised by how soft Rod’s scalp is. He totally oils it and his head always smells like aftershave and stale cigar smoke.

+In fact, in addition to both being super scary, they’re both super vain LOL I bet they both get their backs waxed after a long day clothes-shopping… and they both spend forever putting lotion on after their three-hour bubble baths… they spend all morning in front of the mirror while Rod shaves that WHACK design onto his face and Mello does his makeup… neither of them even looks at the other when they’re having sex because they’re too busy American Psycho-ing themselves in the mirrors they have surrounding their bed.

+They both LOVE zebra-print. Tacky fucks.

#Death Note #Rod Ross #mizz headcanons #originally drawn july 2017 #Rod x Mello

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crescentblossom66 · 2 years

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A hat in time writing prompts: Prompt 19 Planner

When Cooking Cat and Hat Kid arrived in the Mafia HQ where they would celebrate Bow Kid's birthday, they almost dropped the cookies they had baked on the floor.

“What happened here?” A simple question with an even simpler answer; As per the usual, nobody could get along for five minutes, not even when the happiness of a little girl was at stake it seemed. The directors were arguing just like they always did, from the sounds of it they were arguing about what music should play. The DJ made the argument that 80's pop music was innately better than any kind of country music, against which the yellow owl protested, claiming that the penguin simply didn't even know what good music sounded like.

Snatcher was scaring some poor Mafia Goons that were actually trying to help out with the preparations, thankfully not with any food they had made. The purple ghost made them sign his contracts, just like he forced Hat Kid, she couldn't quite hear what it was about, but whatever it was had the Goons shiver in terror and running around screaming their lungs out.

The tables were decorated haphazardly, the table cloth almost sliding down on one end, while the plates teetered dangerously on the edge. The banner that read 'Happy Birthday, Bow Kid!' was askew and was missing several letters. Some balloons had already popped, the broken fabric lying on the ground. All in all it looked more like a war zone than a party.

“WHAT THE PECK IS WRONG WITH ALL OF YOU!” Hat Kid yelled at the top of her lungs, tears were running down her face. This was supposed to be a nice, special day for Bow Kid, and now it was ruined because her friends couldn't cooperate for five minutes.

Everybody stopped immediately, the Goons stopped running and kind of froze in motion, while Snatcher dropped the contract that was floating in front of him, which then burned up in blue flames. The directors looked at each other. DJ Grooves was glaring daggers at the Conductor, no doubt because he taught a swear to the young girl, his rival seemed unbothered and only crossed his wings, turning his head away slightly.

“What's wrong, kiddo? I was just making sure that those bald knuckleheads here won't even get the idea of harming our special guest.” The ghost explained after regaining his composure.

“Scary ghost try to take Mafia's soul, Mafia not like feeling cold and empty.” One of the burly men informed, while the purple specter still stared the three Goons down.

The penguin turned ot Hat Kid and apologized. “Sorry, darling. We can all agree though that country music is an insult to the ears, and should not be played...ever.” The yellow owl didn't take that well.

“Well, your whole existence is an insult, to the eyes DJ Grooooves! Your loud obnoxious music would only ruin the day fer the lassie!” That was when Cooking Cat finally had enough and spoke up.

“Look what you've done here! You have made an absolute mess of the room! You should be ashamed, all of you! We're going to clean up now, a little girl just wants to have an nice birthday, and you're not ruining it for her!”

A collective 'Yes, ma'am' could be heard and they began cleaning and preparing the room again.

#ahit writing prompts #ahit hat kid #ahit conductor #ahit dj grooves #ahit snatcher #ahit cooking cat

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yatsugareboyf · 2 years

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what a waste of a lovely night. [nakahara chuuya]

requested. warnings : mentions of blood and guns.

Chuuya and a gem reader r partners n on like a stakeout or something, and the same kinda situation happens. Except they r MAD simping for each other and just keep denying it. Something happens on the mission, maybe someone gets injured, and they end up confessing?

you and chuuya never really got paired up with any assignments or missions, both of you could handle heavy tasks without assistance of any other member of the port mafia. of course, expected nonetheless by two executives (you being newly appointed) who knew how to do their job and being able to do it damn well.

this job required two people, a stakeout at their enemies base. other members have already figured out their location and needed two of their best men to listen in on their plans and schemes against the port mafia. this stakeout required stealth and speed, so boss mori had sent you and chuuya to figure out what kind of plans this organization had. in usual chuuya fashion, he claimed that he could handle this mission by himself, seeing as he accomplished many stakeouts before, but mori wouldn't allow him to. you, on the other hand, also accomplished stakeouts on your own, but somehow this mission was .... complicated than other missions you had ran.

right from the start, chuuya had started fussing in the car on the way to the base. he was sitting far from you, almost sticking himself to the door of the car (very childish of him), grumbling how he could've done it by himself and that he didn't need you around. you weren't necessarily hurt by his words, but you were so excited (on the inside) to finally have a chance to pair up with chuuya but he didn't really seem pleased with the idea.

"look, just stay out of my way, stick to the plan and let's go on our merry ways." chuuya raises his voice after moments of low grumbling and whispering. you looked at him unfazed, "we were paired up for a reason, chuuya. this means we need to work together and not separately."

"uhuh, we're both executives and have handled stakeouts before, so why would we need each other's help?" he says as if its the most common sense thing. you just sigh and stare out the window. you almost thought that chuuya would feel the same way you do for him: lingering gazes, sitting next to each other during meetings, inside jokes no one else seemed to understand, but after this mission, you're not so sure.

chuuya does feel the same way, unbeknownst to you, but this mission makes him feel.... incompetent. mori had never given him a partner since dazai left the mafia and he had pride in doing missions by himself, showing his strength and reliability. however, partnering him with you, the person he wants to impress the most, it made him feel like the boss didn't trust him enough by himself, and any slip up would immediately turn you off.

the mission went smoothly, you both went your ways and planted bugs in order to record their meetings and even snagged a few files that you thought would be helpful. not even a few hours later you've met up in front of the building, you being assigned as the driver on your way back.

clutching the car keys, you aim it everywhere you can aim, looking for wherever the fuck they parked your getaway car. sighing, you start to walk forward this beautiful looking path, trying to find the car. chuuya chuckles behind you, walking along with you.

"why don't you stop laughing and help me out here?" you grumble lowly, clicking the button on your keys hoping to hear the on sound of the car. the other executive walks in front of you, looking around, "nah, this place is kinda nice though. don't you wanna walk all the way back to HQ? i literally can just leave you here" he smirks, slowly starting to float with his ability.

you scoff at him, continuing to click around. observing your surroundings, this place does seem a bit nice. the sun has almost set and the view of the stars looks much better than when you look at them from the port mafia building, the suspiciously clear path surrounded with pretty flower bushes and grass and the vintage lamps lighting the path. the perfect walk home from a date.

except this isn't a date and you're with a port mafia executive you have a crush on but he vehemently opposed working with you.

"what a shame, really." you begin, chuuya starting to look at you suspiciously, "this scene looks like one out of a romance movie."

"what are you trying to insinuate?” he snags, floating back down in front of you.

you smile mischievously, “the sun is nearly gone, the lights are turning on, a silver shine that stretches to the sea.” chuuya could only raise his eyebrows, looking around as he walks backwards, facing you.

“we’ve stumbled on a view that’s tailor-made for two, what a shame,” you go closer to his face as to taunt him “those two are you and me.”

chuuya visibly reddens in the face, but averts his gaze with a “hmph”.

“so, chuuya? doesn’t this seem like a date? don’t you feel some sort of spark?” you tease him further, causing him to back away a bit and shake his head despite his growing blush.

“this could never be, you’re not the type for me!” he denies, pointing with his only gloved hand (he probably took one off earlier) to him then to you to further insinuate the pseudo-disapproval of the notion of you two in a more-than-friends relationship. your smirk falters at his words as he continues, “there’s no stupid spark.”

you sigh, smiling sadly as you walk past him to continue to find your getaway car, “what a waste of a lovely night.”

although chuuya felt a bit dismayed at his own words, he can’t risk you knowing any of his feelings for you. he’s hidden them for so long as to not harm you. chuuya is more widely known as a port mafia executive than you, he’s on radars of many enemies and endless watchlists which puts in danger anything that’s close to him.

“you say there’s nothing here,” you start again, making chuuya escape from his thoughts, “but let’s make something clear, i think i’ll be the one to make that call.”

“huh? what the fuck do you mean?”

“though you look so cute in your polyester suit,” you gesture to his coat which he had draped over his shoulder, he mumbles in a flustered voice : “it’s wool”

you could only giggle in response, continuing in a sarcastic voice "you're right, i'd never fall for you at all."

he watches as you walk past him, skipping happily as you click around for the car. his heart aches a bit at your words, but then realizes your sarcastic undertone and chases after you: "wait- what the fuck is that supposed to mean-"

you face him but instead of being met with a red-faced chuuya, you spot three- maybe even four? men right behind him, holding guns. one of them dangling chuuya's missing glove on his fingertips.

"missing something, you port mafia freaks?"

in an instant, the men had started to fire their guns at both of you, causing chuuya to activate his ability and go after them. though it is not his first thought, he definitely saw this as an opportunity to show off.

"be careful, chuuya!" you say as you duck and get out your own gun, starting to fire back at them. he only grunts in response as he starts to crush them one by one with his ability, but he wasn't fast enough for this one bullet.

before chuuya could plummet him into the ground, one of the men shoots directly at your chest, causing you to fall back with a high-pitched groan in pain.

"y/n! you piece of-" and even before he ended his sentence the man had already been dead by chuuya's hands. he lies motionless while chuuya immediately rushes by your side, spotting the pool of blood starting to form under you. that is way too much blood, chuuya thought.

"hey hey hey, don't die on me!" he holds your head in his lap, cradling your head. "look at me, can you hear me?"

"c-....chuuya.. it's o-okay..." you whisper, trying to reach out to caress his cheek. "i'm okay."

"bullshit, y/n, you're literally shot! here, i'll just call the boss-"

"i don't think ill make i-it..."

"dont say that shit, y/n! you're gonna be fine!"

"c-chuuya..."

"shut up, you're gonna be fine- where the fuck is my phone?" he blindly tries to reach everywhere for his phone, then pulling it out with shaky hands, trying to dial the number but fails miserably as he keeps typing the wrong numbers.

"shit! just fucking call mori!"

"chuuya, p-p...please look at me."

"no, don't! let me focus and don't even try to fucking talk! you're loosing too much blood!"

you reach out again to lower the phone from chuuya's hand and smile softly at him, making him look you straight in the eyes. as if it was your dying wish, to hear chuuya say the words you need him to say, you suddenly get a rush of courgae.

"i love you, chuuya."

"w-what? d-dont say that, y/n. not right now. you can say that when we're both safe and sound, o-okay? d-don't-" he feels his voice begin to waiver but he refused to cry, shaking his head, trying to call mori again.

"c-chuuya.. i-"

"i love you too, okay?! goddamnit- now stay fucking still! i-i need-" he feels your hand weaken its grip on his wrist, and immediately panics.

"okay, fuck boss, i'm gonna have to do something about this myself." chuuya starts to unbutton your bloody shirt, "i'll try and see what i can-.... is this a bulletproof vest?"

you try and stifle your laugh, but it only comes out harder than intended when he starts to mindlessly pat down your vest, dumbfounded at what he's seeing.

"holy fuck, chuuya. you really thought i'd let you see me die? especially on a small mission like this?" you say, breathless and you clutch your stomach from laughing too much. chuuya could only stare at you when you sit up next to him and pull out the bag of fake blood that exploded when you got shot.

"fake blood. i really got you there-"

"you fucking idiot! i thought you were gonna die because of me!" he interrupts as he suddenly gets on his feet. you could only giggle quietly as you get up as well, staring at the furious chuuya.

"but i love you, and you told me you loved me, is that true?"

chuuya's shoulders relax as he breathes out a relieved yet irritated sigh. he contemplates for a second before pulling you, rather aggressively, into a tight hug.

"it's true. i would've prepared it much better, not when you're fake dying on the ground." he mumbles, burying his face in the crook of your neck. you could only wrap your arms around him, starting to slowly stroke his auburn hair.

"you wouldn't have done it if i hadn't pulled this stunt."

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"shut up, i would've."

i guess it wasn't a waste of a lovely night.

a/n: im not that big of a fan of this, but it's been in my drafts for too long. i really need to improve on writing these types of scenarios.

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd x reader #bsd chuuya #bsd nakahara chuuya #nakahara chuuya #chuuya #chuuya x reader #nakahara chuuya x reader #bungou stray dogs chuuya #bungou stray dogs x reader #chuuya imagines #chuuya scenarios #nakahara chuuya imagines #nakahara chuuya x y/n #chuuya x you #chuuya x y/n #bsd chuuya x reader #yatsugareboyfwrites

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rocorambles · 3 years

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Hit It Till It Breaks

Pairing: Oikawa x Reader

Genre/Warnings: Yandere, Mafia AU, NSFW, Drug Dealing, Dub-Con/Non-Con Sex, Dub-Con/Non-Con Drug Consumption, Drug Addiction, Manipulation, Humiliation, Degradation, Prostitution, Slight Pet Play

Prompt: Hard At Work

Summary: Growing up, you’d always loved fairy tales and happy endings. You’d always believed that despite how bad things might seem or get, there would be a light at the end of the tunnel. But you’re quickly realizing that this isn’t a fairy tale, that there is no happy ending, and that sometimes, you only go downhill, farther and farther from the light.

Author’s Note: This is my contribution for my HQ Discord Server’s NSFW collaboration. There are so many talented writers on the server and I highly encourage you to check out the collaboration masterlist to see how everyone decided to run with this spicy prompt.

(Thank you as always @sawamooora for helping me keep this a coherent degenerate mess~)

It’s hard to believe that bright eyed girl holding her college diploma in the photo on your nightstand was you not that long ago. And your heart clenches when you remember how hopeful you had been. So excited to venture out and experience life. Ready to enter the job market. Ready to be an adult.

Doors opened and closed. But you hadn’t let it deter you at first. It just wasn’t meant to be. You can’t expect to get the first job you interview for!

But then more and more doors opened, only to be shut in your face.Your rose-tinted glasses began to crack as your funds quickly dwindled, as you lowered your standards, desperately mass applying to any small time company vaguely related to your major, only to be turned away at every step.

And now, here you are, barely able to make rent, barely able to even feed yourself with the little you have from odd part-time jobs you’ve managed to stitch together into some sort of financial life line.

Well, you HAD been barely able to make rent, but your hands tremble when you stare at the letter notifying you that your rent will begin to increase starting next month, mind speeding into a panicked haze as you unsuccessfully try to think of what to do, how you can possibly afford to live even in this dump anymore. And before you even realize what you’re doing, you’re scrambling, stumbling to your bathroom, throwing open your medicine cabinet as you rummage for the little pills that you know will help slow down your racing thoughts and provide much needed clarity.

You swear everything seems clearer as soon as the smooth texture hits your tongue and you can finally breathe, slumping down on the cold tiles of your floor, pill bottle still clutched in your hand as you allow yourself to relax, praying for any ideas to flow through you. And it hits you like a ton of bricks when your grip on the plastic container accidentally loosens and the bottle clangs against the floor.

A humorless chuckle slips past your lips as you stare at the rolling cylinder.

Drug dealing. Fucking drug dealing.

You can’t believe you’re even thinking of going down this route, but your mind flashes back to old roommates, old friends, old classmates who had nonchalantly made a pretty bundle on the side, carelessly tossing around and selling all types of prescription drugs on campus. And you vividly remember how simple they had made it seem, how they had all gotten away with it. Scrumptious meals, pricey alcohol, far beyond a college palette, and beautiful clothing were the only “consequences” for their crimes.

If they could do it, you could too. Or so you’d like to think.

But as naive and ignorant as you are about this line of work, even you know there’s a difference between selling to silly college students on campus, and selling it at a popular nightclub owned by an infamous crime syndicate.

Even as far removed as you are from the more seedy underbelly of the new city you live in, you know of the Seijoh Syndicate. Everyone in town does. It’s hard not to when they literally run and own the entire place.

Oikawa Tooru and the rest of the Seijoh Four run their domain with an iron fist. They’re practically nonexistent, merely a scary story to keep people in line, for those who abide by the laws and keep their noses out of trouble, but an all too real nightmare for those who choose to defy them. And you shudder, remembering the horror stories you had heard of exactly what happens to those who decide to try and start their own nefarious business and practices on Seijoh streets without Oikawa’s permission.

But surely they wouldn’t pay you any mind? Right? Surely a mere girl in her early twenties selling the leftover prescription medicine she has in her cabinets for one night won’t do any harm?

Maybe it’s stupid to go to such a prevalent and well known club, especially one that’s notoriously favored by the Seijoh Four. But you convince yourself that it’s the most crowded venue in the area with a target demographic who’s guaranteed to buy you out, even at the obscene prices you plan on charging. How would anyone even notice you? Where else could you go? What options do you even have?

So despite the nervous pit swelling in your stomach, you soldier on, plastering a cheery smile at the bouncer who easily waves you in without a second glance, slipping into the sweaty mass of bodies, going deeper and deeper until you’re surrounded - skin, bones, and muscles pressing against you on all sides, safe from any prying eyes.

Or so you believe.

You know who the Seijoh Four are. You even know their names. But never have you met them, never have you ever seen a picture of what they each look like. Not that it would help you if you did when you’re so laser focused on finding potential customers, not even bothering to look around to see if anyone’s watching you. So you carry on, unaware of the four sets of eyes looking at you in amusement from their roost high above the writhing crowds.

There’s nothing subtle about the way you sloppily nudge people, practically shoving your pills in stranger’s faces, almost wildly waving your merchandise around you in a desperate attempt to pull in buyers. Sweaty nervous hands fumble as you exchange little plastic baggies for wads of cash and Matsukawa raises a brow in disbelief while Hanamaki cackles when you drop your merch and payment, getting on all fours on the trashed dance floor to recollect your goods.

It might be the most amusing show they’ve had in a while, but Iwaizumi feels a pang of pity at the wild hopeless look in your eyes and he swiftly stands, brusquely telling the other three that he’s going to go down and tell you off with just a warning, only to be stopped when Oikawa smoothly stands to his feet, effectively blocking Iwaizumi’s path.

“Now, now Iwa-chan. Don’t be so hasty. Let me go talk to the cutie. I’ve been so bored recently and she looks like she’ll be fun! Plus you’ll make her cry with that scary face of yours.”

Suddenly the sight of you bumbling around isn’t quite as entertaining as the remaining three men watch the brunette prowl towards you, heavy realization of what’s to come sombering the mood.

You’re frantic, flitting about the throngs of flailing limbs and swaying bodies, frustration from not being able to get through your supplies fast enough weighing at your conscious. Sure, you’ve managed to accrue some cash, but it’s not enough, not nearly enough to even feed yourself for the coming week let alone make a dent in the daunting rent that looms over you. And you can feel hot tears prick at the corner of your eyes when you see that it’s almost closing time and you’re still stuck with more than half your inventory, no closer to figuring out how to survive. So when a hand firmly rests on your shoulder, you whip around, ready to take your anger out on the poor soul who’s managed to catch you at the worst time. But you freeze, vicious words stuck in your mouth when you see the handsome man beaming down at you, a thick wad of rolled up bills haphazardly dangling from his fingers.

“I heard you might have some stuff I’d be interested in.”

You wonder if this is all a dream, if the man in front of you is (ironically a devilishly) handsome angel swooping into save you when he casually asks you how much stuff you still have, how much you’d be willing to sell everything for, not even blinking an eye at your outrageous price tag. You’re so stunned by how quick he is to call it a done deal, not resisting even a bit as he wraps his hand around your wrist, pulling you after him, saying some vague comments about wanting to go somewhere a little more private since it’s a bigger trade. All you can think about is how you’ll finally be able to eat something other than instant noodles and not have to worry about rent as you throw yourself back into interviewing, too lost in thoughts to be wary of how you’re being dragged farther and farther away from the rowdy crowd.

But the sound of a door slamming shut behind you jolts you back to reality and Oikawa fights back a laugh at how adorable you are, eyes blown wide like a deer in headlights as your head swivels side to side, dismay and panic making you tremble when you survey the private room you’re in, throat nervously gulping when you notice the three other occupants.

You’re so predictable and Oikawa just rolls his eyes fondly at how you swiftly turn around, trying to lunge towards the door in an attempt to escape, taking his time to leisurely make his way towards you, brown orbs taking in every inch of you as Matsukawa and Hanamaki hold your writhing body in place.

It’s so satisfying watching you crumble to pieces before his very eyes at just the mention of his name, despair and fear swirling beautifully on your face when he continues to introduce the rest of the Seijoh Four. It never gets old, that deliciously addicting feeling of power he feels when people tremble from just a few syllables and he relishes in your pleading apologies and your tears, patiently waiting for you to finish your little sob story, barely listening to the details as he focuses in on how gorgeous you are, broken and vulnerable.

And really, there’s no need for him to pay close attention to your blabbering anyway. It always comes down to one thing…

“So you need money, cutie? How about working for me?”

“Oye! Oikawa-”

“I’m just asking her some questions, Iwa-chan.”

There’s tense silence and your eyes nervously flicker back and forth between the two imposing figures staring each other down, green and brown eyes clashing in a silent argument. But as if they’ve somehow come to a conclusion, Iwaizumi tsks and looks away while Oikawa turns his attention back to you, a sickeningly cheerful grin on his face.

Blood curling fear lances through you and you’re almost grateful for the two pairs of strong arms holding you tight, their grip keeping you from falling to your knees as your legs threaten to give out under the pressure you feel as Oikawa thoughtfully looks at you.

You know the smart answer would be to adamantly say no and promptly figure out a way to leave this moment far behind you, even if it means forfeiting any money you had made tonight. But...a job is a job, right? And surely a job in the Seijoh Syndicate would be more lucrative than anything you’re doing now, right?

Oikawa hides a smile at the way he can see the cogs in your head turn, apprehension turning to curiosity as you stutter out questions about pay and what the job would entail. Desperation is a good look on anyone, but it suits you particularly well and just like that, hook, line, and sinker, he has a new cute live-in maid to replace the recently vacated role.

Working as Oikawa’s maid is more...normal than you would have expected. Not that you’re complaining and other than the embarrassing maid outfit he makes you wear, complete with frilly bow and garters, the chores are mundane. Bring breakfast to him and wake him. Clean his room and do his laundry when he’s away at meetings or jobs. Make sure guests have refreshments when they come over to his large estate, a mansion you now also call home.

If you’re honest, it’s much more relaxing than the multiple part-time jobs you had been juggling previously, and with free board, free food, and the substantial paycheck that regularly makes its way to your bank account, you can see your future brightening up again. When your duties are done for the day, you resume practicing for interviews and keeping up with the industry, feeling emboldened and empowered to finally resume working towards the career path you had always dreamed of.

But the more time you spend with Oikawa, the closer and more entangled in your life the brunette becomes. Alarm bells ring wildly in your head as you’re forced to join him for meals, forced to dress in elaborate gowns and jewelry while you’re waltzed around on his arm, forced to travel around the world with him, and attend to him like a glorified assistant. He’s too charming, too familiar, too bold, and you can’t help but feel like you’re racing towards some inevitable crash as he easily brushes aside any boundaries between the two of you.

You know so many women would kill to be in your shoes and you can understand why, not completely immune to his playful smile and the lilt of his voice yourself. But you know better, know exactly how dangerous it would be to get involved with a man like Oikawa Tooru.

It’s clear from the crimson stains on the clothes he leaves for you to either dispose of, or have cleaned. It’s clear from the wails and sobs of woman after woman he uses and tosses aside like garbage on an almost daily basis. It’s clear from the guns, knives, and weapons, most of which you don’t even know the name of, filling up all the walls, drawers, and cabinets.

So you do your best to keep your distance, building titanium walls around your heart. Always polite, too terrified of what would happen if you pissed him off, but cold enough to deter him from more amorously or intimately testing his boundaries.

And it seems to work as he turns his eyes towards other women, leaving you alone after throwing a few flirty comments and winks your way and ultimately falling in bed with some other poor damsel. But you nervously gulp when it’s just the two of you one night and just as you’re ready to make yourself scarce after turning down his bed and laying out his pajamas, his voice beckons you over and you anxiously bite your lower lip at the sight of pills of all shapes and sizes splayed out across his desk.

Other than your prescription medicine, you don’t have a lot of experience with drugs other than the few blunts here and there during your college years and you had always strictly kept to your recommended doses, never even entertaining the idea of taking more. So the sight in front of you is overwhelming and you hesitantly stare anywhere but at the table surface, anxiously waiting for Oikawa to explain why he called you over. But what you’re not expecting is the warm hand gently grasping your wrist and holding your arm out, small objects being carefully placed in your outstretched palm, and soft coaxing from Oikawa to “give them a try”.

Every part of you is screaming to throw the pills and make a run for it, begging you to come up with some excuse or just outright reject his offer. But it’s as if your body is frozen and he firmly pushes your hand to your mouth, grip tightening enough to make you wince when you hesitate to listen. The slight pain is enough to remind you that you’re not exactly in any position to negotiate and you force yourself to down the pills and gulp down the glass of water he holds to your lips.

The last thing you remember is the unsettling feeling of beginning a descent to an unknown place from which there is no return as Oikawa pulls you to his bed. And then euphoria floods through you as your body slots against his larger frame.

It feels good. Too good. Unnaturally good. But it’s intoxicating and you can’t help but let yourself drown in the hazy waves crashing down upon you, feeling lighter, freer, happier than you have for years. You vaguely register roaming hands, a hot wet mouth, a body on top of yours, something hard pressing against the apex of your thighs, filling you, consuming you in heady pleasure only amplified by the drugs coating your insides.

Bliss. Pleasure. Pure unadulterated joy. And then nothing.

When you come to, the weight of what had happened last night comes crashing down on you, making your foggy mind throb even more and you can feel bile rising inside of you as a toned arm around your waist tightens its hold on you. Oikawa grunts in annoyance when you claw your way out from his hold, scampering on shaky legs to his bathroom, heaving and expelling the contents of your stomach, trying futilely to cleanse yourself of your employer’s touch.

You flinch when you hear footsteps approach, shrinking into the corner of the tiled room, body crouched and curled into a tight ball as you try to save any shred of dignity you still have by hiding your naked body as much as you can from his prying eyes. Salty drops threaten to trail down your face when he hovers over you, sweetly cooing down at you “not to be like this”, “you liked it so much last night”, “come back to bed with me” only to stream down your face when his countenance swiftly changes, handsome face glowering down at you before brusquely turning away and snapping at you to “get on with your work then if you’re going to be an annoying bitch”.

It’s easy to convince yourself that you’re just being smart, just trying to survive as you obediently wash up and don your humiliating uniform, that it isn’t just you being a coward as you submissively go about your usual work day, still sitting with thighs pressed against Oikawa’s legs at meals, making no move to brush off the heavy arm he slings around your shoulders, only slightly flinching when his fingertips teasingly play with the hem of your skirt as he converses with the rest of the Seijoh Four.

But you can’t deny that all you are is a weak fool, desperate to live when you shakily accept the pills he pushes towards you again that night, silently crying yet not doing anything to prevent the inevitable as you swallow any self-respect or pride you had along with the smooth pellets under his watchful gaze, too scared of the glimmer of gunmetal you see on the inside of his jacket to even think of resisting.

And history repeats itself. Over and over again.

Oikawa smiles at how different you are from that skittish creature who fled from his every touch, smirking at how naive and innocent you still are as you try to hide how eager you are for your daily dose, unaware of how he’s slowly been increasing it every night, ignorant of how you unconsciously lean into his touches, pretty lips wrapping around his fingers as he hand feeds you.

Do you know what an animal you are in bed these days? Do you realize how little there is left to differentiate you from one of his filthy whores when you’re so doped up on whatever he gives you, moaning like a pornstar and leaving vicious red claw marks on his skin as you bounce on his cock?

And he knows it’s time to move onto the next phase of your conditioning when there’s not even a speck of shame in your clear eyes when the sunlight begins to filter through the window, knowingly smiling in satisfaction when instead of slinking off to wallow in your regret you shimmy down between his legs and begin to nuzzle and mouth his morning wood, face full of nothing but wanton desire as you take his cock in your mouth.

He doesn’t give you anything that night. Or the next night. Or the one after that. He doesn’t so much as even look at you outside of your usual eye contact, not a single flirtatious word slipping past his lips.

You should be grateful. This is what you wanted, right? To keep things strictly professional between the two of you. To not be coerced into the artificial pleasure you’ve been swallowing on a daily basis for the last month now. To not feel like just another warm body for Oikawa to taint.

Your interview notes and open tab of job listings are right there, begging for your attention, practically screaming at you to pursue the life you’ve always dreamed of.

Yet here you are, not even a week later, on your knees in between Oikawa’s legs as he leisurely reclines in his chair, peppering his inner thighs with kisses and rubbing your face against the growing bulge in his trousers, begging and pleading for another dose, feeling utterly empty and cold inside, unable to sleep, unable to focus, unable to function without the nights of hazy ecstasy.

Your heart drops at the long disappointed sigh the brunette releases.

“Drugs are expensive, cutie. I was just being nice and letting you try some new batches we’ve been producing, but now that they’re on the market, I can’t just keep on giving them to you for free.”

He rolls his eyes when you adamantly tell him you’ll pay whatever the price is, a condescending smirk splitting his face from how quick you are to shut up, soul crushed when he reveals the extravagant cost, a price he knows you can’t afford with the salary he’s providing you with.

But he artfully softens his smile as he begins to unbuckle his pants, sliding the fabric down and letting his throbbing cock spring into view, chuckling when it lightly slaps your face as it’s released from its confines, wondering if you’re drooling from the sight of his erection or the pills he’s playfully placing along the length of it.

“I know you don’t have that money, cutie. But I’d be willing to accept other forms of payments.”

The words are barely out of his mouth before you’re rushing to take him in his mouth and he loudly laughs at how obscene you look, slobbering all over his length, fervently bobbing your head up and down, hastily trying to deep throat him to reach the pill strategically placed right at the base of his shaft, lips puckering as you inhale the drugs, swallowing around him in a way that has him groaning as you stuff your face full of chemicals and pre-cum. And it doesn’t take much longer for him to wash your mouth and throat with warm rivulets of sticky white fluids as he watches the goods take effect, his balls tightening and cock straining with arousal as you reach between your legs, fingers playing with your tight dripping hole while your lewd moans vibrate against him.

It’s pathetically endearing how you can’t keep off of him after that, insisting on sitting on his lap during meals, your cute ass grinding against his clothed cock, always dropping to your knees in between chores, warming his cock in your greedy mouth, always asking him how many pills you’ve earned so far. You really are just his little slutty drug addict now, aren’t you?

But he needs you to be more than that, needs you to learn that you belong to anyone who’s willing to give you the high you crave, needs you to realize that you’re just a free use drug addicted whore for anyone and everyone to use.

So despite how tempting it is to just plunge balls deep inside your tight little pussy, he shoves you off of him one night as you try to grind against his body, feigning exhaustion and boredom of your body, watching in amusement at the panicked crazed look that flashes across your face at his words. Well aren’t you a beautiful sight, throwing yourself at his feet and groveling, saying you’ll do anything for another dose.

Anything, huh?

In your defense, even through the daze of your withdrawal, there’s still a wary expression on your face when Matsukawa and Hanamaki enter the room. Maybe you aren’t as broken as Oikawa had thought. But when you see the little baggies filled with the tablets you’ve become far too familiar with twirling between the duo’s fingers, you practically lunge at them and Oikawa finally allows himself the pleasure of reaching into his pants and stroking himself to the debauched sight playing out in front of him.

Maybe he needs to fuck you in front of a mirror more often if this is what you look like from an outside perspective. It’s like you were made to be used, to be just a warm toy for men to use and Oikawa can’t help but think you look best like this, cocks penetrating both your front and back holes, your body squeezed between two bodies. And he fondly smiles at how you have Hanamaki’s face between the palms of your hands, your lips locked in a sloppy kiss as your tongue ravages the strawberry blonde’s mouth, searching for the pills the man had playfully placed on the tip of his tongue in front of your very eyes before winking at you and telling you to come and get them yourself if you wanted them so badly.

They keep your daily training a surprise, mixing up who gets to wreck your body each day, how many cocks and rounds of cum you’ll need to pay with, what pills and dosage you get. Always keeping you lost and confused, making sure your mind is just a muddled mess that can only think of reaching your next high by any means necessary.

Hell, even Iwaizumi takes part when he realizes that you’re beyond the point of no return, that Oikawa wasn’t joking when he said that there is no other choice for you anymore. This is your life now. This is who you are now. This is your “happily ever after”. He knows all that, can see all that in the way your dazed eyes only come to life at the sight of your addiction, your otherwise listless body perking up at the sound of the tiny objects rattling in their container. And yet a small sliver of guilt has him growling at you to get on all fours, ensuring your face isn’t visible, turning you into just another body for him to mindlessly use as he pleases.

It’s an uncomfortable position, borderline painful as your knees rock back and forth on the hard floor with every brutal thrust of Iwaizumi’s hips. But you don’t care, the aching pain in your legs just dull background noise as you fixate on the tablets scattered on the floor in front of your face, dropping your entire upper body low to the ground, only your hips raised high as your mouth snaps forward. You’re so close and you mewl as your lips make contact with the first pill, uncaring of the pitiful sight you make licking and lapping the floor, whimpering when a hand firmly grabs you by the hair and roughly pulls your face away from your feast.

“Maybe we should get you a dog bowl, cutie. It’s humiliating even for you to be eating from the dirty floor like that. Hold her hair for me, Iwa-chan.”

You crane your neck back and forth, jaw jutting forward as you frantically fight against the tight grip holding you back, mouth drooling and tongue extending like a ravenous animal. But it’s no use and you whine, too focused on your unfinished “meal” to notice how Oikawa is still standing in front of you, cock pulled out from his pants, his hands rapidly fisting the shaft. And only when thick white spurts glaze the remaining pills do you whip your attention towards him, staring with hopeful wide eyes when he crouches in front of you and grabs your face.

“When Iwa-chan lets go of your hair, you’ll get to have the rest of your treats, but you also have to eat the special seasoning I’ve generously given you, okay? If I see even a speck of it left, you’re not getting anything tomorrow, understand?”

Oikawa laughs at how vigorously you nod your head and with a nod in Iwaizumi’s direction, you’re released and the two men watch on as you lick the floor until it’s sparkling clean, slumping your face in the mess of your own drying saliva as you reach euphoria once more. You wail as Iwaizumi shoves you off a cliff and into floating clouds of bliss with one last thrust, the drugs in your system weaving a comforting cocoon around you that you melt into, unable to escape its soothing pull, giggling in content as his seed fills you to the brim.

There’s silence as Iwaizumi pulls out of you, tucking himself back into his pants before sitting besides Oikawa, joining him as he continues observing your used and drugged up body sprawled across the floor, a dopey smile on your face as cum begins to leak out of your spent pussy.

Minutes pass and Iwaizumi sighs, knowing what Oikawa is waiting for him to ask despite how insistent he has been over the years about not wanting to be involved in this particular side of the business...

“Are you going to have her start working at the brothel soon? She seems just about ready.”

“Not yet. I want to give her a few test runs first before I have her work full-time at that establishment. She’s only been with the four of us, so I’m curious to see how she is with a complete stranger. It’s perfect timing too since Sawamura is coming over for a meeting soon and I know he won’t damage the goods if I gift her to him for a night or two. Plus, she hasn’t completely lost her mind yet so we can get some more use out of her before we toss her aside...”

The brunette rambles on, tone light and airy as if he’s just discussing the weather or a TV show he watched, as if he’s not mere feet away from a woman he’s utterly destroyed and rebuilt into just another brainless profit-making doll.

And Iwaizumi tunes him out, already having heard almost this exact speech countless times by now, unable to even keep track of how many others like you there have been in the past, unwilling to think about how many more there will be in the future. But he snorts at Oikawa’s typical closing line.

“I guess it’s almost time to find a new cute maid.”

#haikyuu smut #yandere haikyuu #yandere oikawa #yandere oikawa x reader #oikawa x reader #tw: yandere #tw: drugging #tw: drugs #tw: addiction #tw: noncon #tw: dubcon

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keilemlucent · 4 years

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long days for bad people

(r18+)

hawks | takami keigo x reader

ao3

word count: ~6k

Being a prized, adored possession was far better than you thought it would be.

warnings: light daddy kink (no age play, just the name in mostly jest), spit kink, crying kink, degradation, brief descriptions of blood + violence, kidnapping (consensual?? read a/n), brat taming, light sadomasochism, mind break, praise kink

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here it is, mafia au, villain hawks, dom, brat tamer, soft(?!) hawks. what more could you want?

there’s briefly described kidnapping at the beginning of the fic but it is reiterated throughout that this is consensual! no yandere/stockholm stuff in this fic.

i’ve been working on this one for a while and i’m happy to finally share it. hope y’all enjoy!!

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You shouldn’t have fucked around with the League.

God, it was common knowledge in the parts of town and circles you inhabited. Of all criminal syndicates, mobs, to fuck with, the League wasn’t one of them. They were known for their complete cruelty and violent delights. The League had such a reputation due to the fact that they openly left bodies carved up and burnt as they pleased.

But, you were a fucking idiot and got involved anyways.

It was a small loan, Giran almost seemed to scoff when he gave you the cash. You and your almost-stranger of a roommate were just very late on some bills and were going to lose a lot of material items if you didn’t scrounge up at least two paychecks in about three days.

You swallowed your pride and took the first and easiest loan you could get. That just happened to be with gap-toothed, wide-grinning Giran of the League. He, you knew from what you’d heard, was somewhat fair in matters like yours.

You had two weeks to pay him back.

...

You didn’t make it in time.

You were close to the amount, notably. You scrounged and clawed your way into getting the cash back. You weren’t much of a pickpocket, but you snagged some odd jobs around the apartment building that you and your roommate were still fortunate enough to keep a room in.

After one particular job, a nasty carpentry gig that you weren’t qualified for, you returned home tired and worn.

Sure, you were a day late on payment. But with this last gig, you were so close. The League would have to pity two, stupid, stupid young girls?

They didn’t, you realized, as you stepped into your apartment.

Your roommate's slain corpse was laying over the arm of your cheap couch, eyes vacant and mouth dripping blood onto the old beige carpet.

You dropped to your knees, horrified and completely stunned.

“You should’ve known better,” it was a hum from across the room, from a figure you didn’t even know was in the room until then. “Really, you’d expect folks to be smarter.”

Your mouth dried as the figure moved from the nighttime shadows, flashing a dazzling smile and ruffling crimson wings.

Hawks.

You’d heard of him, everyone had. Terrifying, fast, precise, and cutthroat. He took orders and didn’t ask questions other than snark. He talked too much, fucked too much.

“W-wait,” You didn't know why you were pleading, but you had to try, right? “I’m so close, wait—”

Hawks sauntered up to you wielding one of his feather blades, the red of blood mixing with the filaments of his feathers.

He crouched down in front of you, tsking, “I don’t like begging, angel. I’ll make this quick for you. Your friend there?”

Hawks jerked his finger behind to your dead roommate.

“She fought, pleaded, begged, all that normal shit I don’t like hearing when shitheads like you two don’t make payday,” his voice was slow, talking about death like some casual thing. “I’ll make this nice and fast if you don’t run your mouth anymore, how about that?”

You swallowed, nodding.

The small percentage of your brain that was fully functioning figured dying quickly was a much better way to go than whatever the hell had happened to your roommate. There was far too much blood for that to be quick.

Hawks hummed, the tip of his feather blade tipping up your chin so you were forced to meet his gaze. You vaguely heard the pitter-patter of your tears hitting the carpet below. Blood rushed in your ears as you stared death in the face.

Hawks appraised you.

You watched the metaphorical cogs and wheels turning in Hawks’ skull as he looked you up and down before flashing forward, gathering you in his arms and flying from the apartment.

Your first thought was obvious as you clung to him in the open air:

He’s going to drop you and kill you.

When you screamed, tears growing thicker, he slapped a gloved hand over your mouth, “I’m giving you an out, kid. Trust me. You’ll prefer this over death.”

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Your new existence was certainly better than death.

If you were ever caught and convicted of any of the illegal things you participated in, you’d be fucked, thrown into prison until you rotted, until you were just dust and bone.

But, until then, you worked for the League.

You had groveled at the feet of their leader, Shigaraki, hands clasped on your lap, claiming your worth, or maybe lack thereof. Not many attachments, not many people who’d miss you, a semi-useful quirk.

With a boot shoved into your skull, he sneered that you’d be the League’s new errand dog.

The real reason they accepted you was due to the threatening air Hawks was exuding and the fact that their old ‘errand bitch’ had died the week prior. They needed a new body to act as a civilian and do things that only an unsuspecting-looking ‘civilian’ could. You fit the bill, and Hawks had taken a liking to you.

Oddly, working for the League was actually pretty okay.

You got your own room. It was small, but you only had to share a bathroom with the somewhat unhinged Himiko, but she was fairly nice once she warmed up to you. Everyone lived in the League’s HQ and went about their business, getting drunk at their bar front each night.

Most of the mess happened at night, but it was important to put on a nice veneer and keep spirits high. Not to mention that no one would dared to fuck with the League, anyways. The cops and federal government had long been paid off due to the resources that the League had acquired for them.

You felt somewhat untouchable.

A lot of this confidence was due to the fact that you had become Hawks’s... Keigo’s...

‘Songbird’

As he liked to call you, anyway.

Keigo was the general, loveable annoyance of the League, but his connections were invaluable and his skills were unmatched. Despite how he could grate on people (read: Dabi and Shigaraki), he was respected and feared just as much as everyone else was, if not more so. And being his metaphorical and literal pet had its perks.

Sure, the first time he had you come to his ‘office’ and he fucked you against the window until it was smeared with cum and blood was a bit surprising, but god, if you didn’t fucking love it. Being Keigo’s personal fucktoy came with protection, pleasure, and a surprising amount of genuine attention. The dude was lonely, and so were you. The two of you made a good ‘couple’, if you could even call yourselves that. The sadism he doled out was always counterpointed by affections that did seem genuine.

Keigo was fond of you, and you of him. Maybe your brush with death had twisted something in your head, to even allow yourself to get close to a man like Keigo, but you couldn’t make yourself care.

You were comfortable and content.

...

[bird boss]: hey babe ;^) get to my office in the next thirty minutes

[you]: what if i don’t

[bird boss]: do u really want to find out

[you]: ...

[you]: im just curious

[bird boss]: don’t get cheeky songbird

[you]: u make me wanna u know

[you]: i know it gets you riled up

[bird boss]: tread lightly kid

[you]: oooo i gave you some guff over text

[you]: what’re you gonna do about it?

[bird boss]: use your imagination

[bird boss]: 25 minutes now, songbird

[bird boss]: don’t make this worse for yourself <3

You set your phone on your cheap duvet, quickly primped yourself to see Keigo. He wasn’t too strict about your appearance but wearing dark clothes and some of the more expensive gifts he’d gotten you over the months he’d been screwing you never hurt. Something about ownership with him always got him hot and bothered.

You tried to remind yourself frequently that Keigo saw you as some sort of possession, but a possession with feelings.

Meandering through HQ was always a bit daunting, despite your protections. Your skimpy outfit choice and hardly-hidden lingerie made you feel a bit more like an object than you liked too.

There were hardly hungry mouths around the League, they kept you all fed, but god, were there starving eyes.

Dabi wolf-whistled as you walked past him through a common room, shouting something about how Keigo was collecting his pound of flesh for the day. Maybe a line or two about being a whore, but that was all flavor at that point. Keigo called you far meaner, more sinful things. And hell, it wasn’t like Keigo hadn’t... shared you on more than one occasion.

Maybe you were a little fucked up for enjoying your lifestyle to the degree you did, but why not indulge where you could? Life was far shittier scraping paint off old fences and picking up cans to just scrape by.

Opulence was a breath of fresh air. And if you were Keigo’s fuck toy? Then, god, you were Keigo’s fuck toy.

When you arrived at Keigo’s office, you knocked gently on the door, quickly adjusting your skirt and blouse.

The door opened, though no one was behind it. Only a single one of Keigo’s feathers allowed you entrance.

His office seemed daunting and extravagant for a man who did most of his ‘work’ in far-shadier, far-bloodier places. The walls were covered in mirrors and old paintings, something out of vanity and pride, knowing how Keigo saw himself. There were several black leather couches scattered around against walls, some stained by your various... activities. There was a broad desk parallel to a back wall made entirely of windows.

Night had fallen, leaving the room lit by a few lamps and warm fixtures.

“Hey, boss,” You hummed as you stepped in, shutting the door behind you just before the lingering scarlet feather flicked the lock on the door.

And the other one.

And the deadbolt.

You swallowed thickly.

As much as you enjoyed a lot of the perks of your... position, it was also daunting.

Keigo was daunting, all bloody colors, vanity, and hunger.

He sat behind his desk, wings puffed up, and partially extended over the back of his chair. The desk chair was massive, specifically acquired so that you would have enough room to properly straddle his lap for hours on end if he so wished.

Keigo idly clicked around on his desktop computer. He leaned slack and back into the chair, legs spread wide and exuding casual confidence that reeked of his own ego.

Keigo normally wore a mix of black and red, as edgy as it was. He liked to seem clean, hide the stains of sanguine that undoubtedly lingered on him no matter how he tried to cleanse himself. His black slacks were pressed, the seams pristine. The black shirt he wore was rolled up to his elbows, the buttons of his red vest undone as well. His black tie hung half-undone and limp around his neck. His tousled gold hair was mussed as normal, ruffled by his flights. His feathers might’ve needed preening, but you doubted that that was the reason he called you to his office.

And based on the deep set of his brow and the sickly smile on his lips, he was already on edge and in a mood.

“Songbird, come over here, will you?” Keigo sat back from his typing, watching you from across the room. He took you in the same way a parched man sucks down red wine, greedily and soon to be fucked. “On my lap.”

You complied, despite your earlier attitude. You padded across the room, going around his desk.

As you moved to straddle his lap, worn hands gripped your waist. His amber eyes gave you a warning, crinkling at the edges, “Not like that, sweetheart. Do daddy right.”

Oh, so it was one of those moods.

Maybe you were Keigo’s sexual punching bag so he could exert control on something he could later kiss better and patch up.

Sure, he was going to fucking ruin you, but part of the fun with him was that the more it hurt, the nicer he was after. And, all things considered, with some of the... other folks the League brought in to satiate its member’s desires, you fared far better. Keigo cared about you, in his own particular way.

You tried to lean over his lap yourself, but his hands and feathers positioned you perfectly as he wanted. With the tight grip he had on your waist and shoulders, dragging you just as he liked, it was easy to see his need for control.

Your head hung off of one of his thighs as you squirmed in his lap. His bulge already pressed into your ribs, a wonderful reminder of the reward you’d reap later on. Keigo’s hands gathered your hand to the small of your back, a feather replacing their grip a moment later.

“Sit with me while I finish this shit,” Keigo grumbled, going back to clicking the desktop. His leg bobbed absentmindedly, his free hand rubbing over the curve of your barely-covered ass. “Be a good girl, (Y/N). If you can stand that.”

He laughed under his breath.

You let your head dangle limply downwards, blood rushing to your cheeks.

You’d thought you’d be in for more of an ass-kicking, but it appeared Keigo was taking things unusually slow. You knew better than to complain, but kicking up a bit of metaphorical sand couldn’t be that bad, right?

“I dunno,” You hummed, kicking your legs lightly. “I don’t think you like it when I’m a ‘good girl’, daddy.”

“Watch it.” A single, sharp smack to your butt was hardly enough to shut you up, but Keigo did so all the same, rubbing over the covered flesh a moment later, “I’m not in the mood.”

“Are you sure about that?” You wriggled, intentionally pushing up against his growing erection.

His breath stuttered, a smirk pulling at the corners of your lips. The hand on your ass didn’t rear again, rather Keigo kept thumbing smooth circles as he continued to click around on the computer. He might have been actually doing work. Or, he was ignoring you, egging your sass on.

“If you didn’t want anything, why’d you call me in here?” You asked, way too cheeky for the way Keigo’s body was practically vibrating underneath you. Pissing him off had consequences, of course, but you weren’t in the mood to play ‘good girl’ that day.

“I told you, I want you to sit with me,” Keigo pinched your ass. “But, you’re too mouthy to do just that one thing. You’re usually better than this.”

“Am I?” You played innocent, craning to give him a wide smile. “Hadn’t noticed. What I am noticing, is your already-hard cock, dear.”

“Oh, ‘dear’?!” Keigo paused on the computer. “Cheeky. Cute.”

Keigo would just dig in more, lean in, before ‘snapping’, if you could call it that.

You gulped as his hand swatted at upper thighs, his nails almost knicking your skin.

“Up and don’t get smart about it.”

Oh, you were going to be remarkably smart about it.

You rose but hardly stayed upright for long. Sliding down to your knees, you pushed at Keigo’s legs, “Wouldn’t you prefer me down here? Just for a treat while you finish your work?”

Keigo clicked his tongue, gaze flickering down to you, “Fine. Behave yourself.”

Yeah, right. You both knew that that wasn’t going to happen.

You were already tucked underneath his desk, undoing the fly of his pants.

You pulled his cock from his trousers, pumping his cock to full hardness. Smearing around preek for a bit of extra flare before inching forward.

Wrapping your mouth around Keigo’s dick was somewhat of a feat— he had a decent girth to him, so you usually took the opportunity to warm him (and yourself) up with a bit of tip-kissing and kitten licks.

But, you were feeling bold.

You spit on his dick, a move that normally would have earned you plenty of verbal snark, but anything Keigo could’ve said to you was swallowed as you took his cock down to the back of your throat.

You sucked around it, massaging the vein on the bottom with the flat of your tongue. Drool began to pool at the side of your lips as you let the head bump your throat, gag reflex be damned.

All the while, Keigo had stopped moving above you. The fabric of his trouser balled up in his ringed-fingers as he gazed half-lidded down at you.

You smiled around his dick, looking up at him innocently as you began to slowly bob your head. His wings fluttered, twitches and air stirring around you.

Keigo stifled a laugh, a hand tangling in your hair, “All that talk earlier and now you’re treating me to a blowjob without even me having to tell you to? Dove, you’re too much.”

You pulled off of him to reply, “I can only try.”

Before he could reply, you spit on his dick again, and went back to slurping around him.

You held the base of his cock in your hands, twisting and spreading spittle. It almost felt like your actions were for show, but Keigo’s eyes were rolling back in his head all the same.

You smirked.

A drool pool from your mouth, puddling in your lap and soaking your skirt. Not like you weren’t already dripping from the sinful sounds Keigo stopped trying to hold.

“A-ah, that’s it, angel,” Keigo fucked into your mouth with his hold on your hair. “Just like that.”

Your hand rose to play with Keigo’s balls, teasing at the sack as he cried out a high moan above you.

Considering the performance you were giving, it was unsurprising to feel him tensing above you. You’d been on your knees for him hundreds of times; you’d learned to see the little twitches and puffs of breath he’d give when he’d get close to coming.

You pulled off his cock with a pop, detangling the hand from your hair in the motion. It was all fast enough that Keigo couldn’t have stopped you in his hazy, pleasure-filled state.

Based on the look of rapid disbelief he was giving you, your trick had worked well. Knowing Keigo’s... tendencies made you hesitant to push him too much in the past, but for whatever reason, you were feeling stupidly bold.

Consequences.

“Sorry, daddy,” You wiped at your mouth with the back of your hand. “Didn’t feel like swallowing today.”

Keigo’s disheveled appearance was more than gratifying. Knowing how easily you made him come undone by that point was one of the perks of your position.

His hair was more than ruffled, strands and tufts chaotically curled around his cheeks and ears. There was a bright blush on his face, spreading from his nose to the apples of his cheeks, down his deck. At some point, he’d popped the buttons at the top of his shirt. He was covered in a sheen of sweat, half-panting and based on the darkness in his brow and the far-too peachy smile on his face, Keigo was fucking pissed.

His wings stood on end.

You gulped from below him.

Maybe you pushed your luck too far.

Maybe.

“You’re playing real cute today, aren’t you songbird?” Keigo didn’t move, but his feathers twitched above him, wings flaring out even farther. “Real fucking cute.”

You were fucked.

Good.

A few feathers flew from Keigo, one snagging at your wrist, wrapping around it, and pulling you up from the desk.

You wobbled as you stood, dragged across the room as Keigo leisurely followed behind you. When you tried to set your own pace, Keigo swatted your ass with a huff, “You never learn, huh? I thought I’d trained you better than this.”

You opened your mouth to spit some dickish retort, but you were cut off as Keigo’s shoved you onto one of the leather couches.

“Don’t.” Keigo’s tone was acidic as he stood over your, wings still flared out. “I told you I wasn’t in the mood for your cute bullshit, dove, and you still decided to test your luck, huh?”

You kneeled on the cushions, sucking down air, shaking with anticipation.

“You don’t feel like swallowing today? That’s fine, I can work with that,” Keigo shrugged easily from above you.

Keigo had an... active sexual imagination, and you could tell by the crook in his lips that he had something devilish planned as retribution.

A sharp slap came down on your cheek, Keigo catching the opposite jaw and keeping you from recoiling too far. You blinked as the pain spread around your skull like licking flames against a frostbitten body.

You wanted more.

A little grin stretched against your mouth as Keigo rubbed at your cheeks with his thumbs, “Aw, you always get so sweet like this, dove. You can be a good girl if you try, can’t you?”

His actions carried candor and his words absolute torment.

Despite how Keigo was trying to goad you into submission, you had a bit of spark left in you.

Plainly, you spit on him.

The glob of saliva landed on Keigo’s cheek, under his eye.

He blinked at you.

You continued to smile.

His own expression grew strained.

“Oh, songbird,” Keigo damn near lamented, wiping away the kind gift you’d given him. His voice was smooth without any bit of waver, all of the sexually-charged anger rolling just beneath the veneer. “You’re just being pain slut today, aren’t you?”

You were, absolutely. You could feel your arousal wetting your panties, the heat of the strike from your cheek beginning to boil something in your gut.

“You just need a bit of special attention today, right? That’s all.” Keigo tsked, fully removing the tie from around his neck. “You just need a little reminder.”

“Reminder of what?” You asked, tilting your head quizzically.

Keigo flipped you, feathers pushing and bracing you as needed while nimble hands tore off your clothes without reverie.

“Plenty of things, especially with this attitude you’ve got today,” Keigo’s tie looped around your wrists, binding them together at the center of your back.

“You definitely need a reminder of who’s the boss around here,” Keigo shoved you forward, stomach flush with the back of the couch.

You reeled from the pace of it all, shifting your knees for any bit of stimulation you could get. Keigo’s feathers were slicing and pulling your clothes from your body faster than you could keep track of. It was overwhelming, making your mind swim in the best possible way. You throbbed.

“Maybe a reminder about who fucking provides for you,” Keigo’s own clothes were shaken off, dropped to the floor and forgotten.

It was true. Keigo always made sure than you were taken care of, in more ways than one. Despite how fast-paced and laid back he could seem, he was always on top of making sure you had more than enough material and immaterial pleasure whether than be in the form of food, fucking, or otherwise.

You yelped as a smack fell across your ass. A feather caught the elastic of your panties, snapping a moment later, leaving you fully bare before him.

Keigo’s worn hand came to press at your throat and jaw, tilting your head back as he climbed behind you, “Maybe, you need a reminder about who keeps you safe.”

This phrase was softer than the others, a sweet kiss pressing to your cheek and his voice a bit more gentle. It was jarring at the skin still stung from his earlier strike, but you cherished the heat besides.

Once again, true. The folks in and outside of the League were greedy. There were plenty of unwanted souls that stole glances at Hawks’s prized songbird. There were starved eyes that tore into you whether you were dolled up for Keigo or not. There had been some... close calls, one could say, but Keigo always was there, in the end, unafraid to get his hands dirty.

“You know what the most important reminder is, dove?” Keigo rolled his hips against you, cock wedging between your thighs.

“N-no,” You stuttered, brain turning gooey as Keigo’s arms snaked around your waist, sharpened nails leaving indents in your hips.

He nosed at your neck, leaving a few love bites in his wake.“‘N-no’, what?”

“I don’t know,” You leaned back into Keigo’s chest, rubbing your thighs around his cock.

“Oh, songbird, you sweet thing,” He chuckled, all teasing and self-indulgent. “I’m the one who makes you feel good.”

He was so right, wasn’t he?

With the way he’d learned your body over the last few months, he’d had some undeniable pursuit to make you feel the best.

Keigo was inquisitive by nature. He had kept you on your back for hours while he finger-fucked you, watching every twitch and roll of your hips to figure out just the right ways to break you. He’d kissed and sucked and slapped every inch of you, sussing out the perfect ways to make you writhe and cry for him.

Sure, you were an absolute terror to him sometimes. Not to mention that Keigo jumping you covered in the blood of that day's targets was as macabre and horrifying as it sounded.

But, fuck, if he didn’t know how to bring you to ecstasy that fucking ruined you in the best way.

Keigo got off on watching you shatter for him. It was the reason he’d torn you from that cheap, bloodied apartment in the first place. A kind, naive little morsel that he could play with as he wanted. You didn’t complain. Fuck, you reveled in his attention. You gave it back to him, like the fucked up, semi-divine being could be any more debauched than he already was.

Corruption spreads, but you’d never complain. If being plucked from struggling for pennies to being fucked stupid by a man who could kill you at a moments notice, a man who would kill for you, somehow poisoned you?

You’d die with a bitter taste on your tongue and a smile on your face.

Keigo rubbed at your clit, nipping at your neck, and rolled his hips greedily. His cock was covered in a mix of your slick and his own preek, easily sliding between plushness of your thighs.

“You love pushing me, acting all tough,” Keigo chastised, clicking his tongue. “I mean it when I say it's cute.”

You don’t have any more quick retorts in you, not when his fingers are down your throat, gagging you as spittle dribbles down your chin onto the leather below. It was sure to leave a mark.

“Behind all that bark and snark, you’re just a good girl, aren’t you?” Keigo punctuated his words with a bite and nip to your neck. “Just needed a reminder, right, dove?”

You whimpered against his fingers at the praise, grinding against Keigo’s touch needily.

His fingers pushed pinched your tongue, breath curling over the shell of your ear, “What are you?”

You mumbled against his fingers, “A g-good g-girl.”

It was humiliating in the best way. Keigo’s light laugh at your attempt. The way he nuzzled his nose into the sweat at the crook of your shoulder was just aloe on the burn.

“I misspoke, if you can believe that,” Keigo’s cock pulled out from your thighs. “Songbird, you know what I meant to call you?”

You squirmed at the loss, but he was quick to hush you. His fingers left your mouth with a thick trail of spit.

“You’re my good girl.”

You melted in his arms.

Falling back against Keigo’s chest, you craned your neck to lock your lips to his.

Maybe that was it, why all the filth didn’t bother you. Because you had worth. Maybe it was insecurity, or maybe it was self-aware in the face of your lived experience. Before being taken, the life you’d lived made you just a rusty cog in a dying machine. You wouldn’t have amounted to anything, probably.

But with the League?

You were the prized, beloved consort of an angry god.

Keigo owned you, body, mind and soul, and you let him. That’s not even to mention how you had him wrapped around your finger. He adored you, under all of it.

Fighting with him was for sport, not blood.

Keigo licked past your lips, pressing his cock to your cunt teasingly. You whined against him, wriggling in his arms.

“What does my good girl want?” Keigo loved making you beg for him, claw for any bit of stimulation. He liked it even better when you were already soft for him.

Stray tears pricked at your eyes, “Y-your cock.”

He pinched the meat of your thigh, shaking his head, “Not good enough. Speak properly, dove. Clear and correctly.”

You swallowed, searching for the words in your own haze.

Your words were willed to be solid.

“I want your cock, daddy.”

It was just enough.

Keigo pushed forward, the head of his cock already stretching your cunt. Consider the girth of it, the lack of preparation stung and burned more than you would’ve liked, as good as it felt to finally be filled.

Keigo cooed at your soft tears, keeping your face to his with a firm hand on your jaw. He shushed you, far too sweetly while licking the salt from your cheeks, “Relax, angel. Big breaths.”

You nodded, sputtering as he speared into you. Keigo’s free hand went back to toying with your clit, encouraging the tension to drain from your body.

As he bottomed out, you shuddered, falling back into his chest. Keigo’s wings fluttered, twitching in wait. Hot breath fanned over your face, Keigo groaning and locking his jaw.

The stimulation was overwhelming. You had expected Keigo to be meaner, considering how mouthy you’d been.

Yet, it made sense. Keigo had figured out one of the better ways to make you break was softness.

(Truthfully, it made him crack in the same way, but he’d never tell.)

“Feel that?” He asked, just barely rolling his hips.

Keigo released your jaw in favor of wrapping a hand around the front of your throat, tugging you as close he could manage.

“Uh-huh,” You panted.

You could, the kiss of his cock head against your cervix was almost uncomfortable. The delicious pressure and sensitivity already had you reeling in his arms, unsteady and wanting.

“I fill you up so good, don’t I?” Keigo praised his own ego, his cock, but he wasn’t wrong. The curve of his cock rubbed against all the right spots. He stretched you just right, the burn ebbing away into a need for more, more—

“Please, Keigo—” You gasped. Your legs shook as Keigo slammed into you, shoving you forward and into the wall.

His pace was brutal. Hands and feathers kept your back in a harsh arch as he rearranged your insides to his liking. He was kind enough to keep stroking at your clit, bruising your hips and babbling filthy nothings.

“I’m the one who makes you feel this good, only me, right, dove?” Keigo growled into your ear with a particularly hard thrust.

You nodded against the wall, aware of the drool slipping down your chin as your mouth lolled open. Your insides were hot like white flames, searing any ability to use coherent speech.

Keigo snickered at your state. Slowing, he gripped your ass cheeks. You yelped, inside jumping as he pried them apart. You flinched, hole twitching as he spat down, the liquid cool against the flushed skin.

It was little moves like that, Keigo just subtly making your shudder and feel dirty that got you the most fucked up and fucked out.

You pressed back on his cock, panting against the wall and keening. You would’ve spoke, if you could, but anything that you had the ability to say would’ve been torn apart by Keigo’s sharpened, silver tongue.

“My filthy little dove, huh?” Keigo sneered, watching you try to bounce on his cock the best you could. “Such a glutton when you get broken down like this, needy whore.”

The pleasure of Keigo’s cock tearing up your insides was all you could focus on through the fog of your mind, desperate and wanting and greedy.

“Y-your,” You corrected, the words bubbling from your lips, disjointed and messy. “Yours.”

Keigo may have been avian, but he purred like a damn cat at your admission. He held you like a possession, cock throbbing as he fucked you just right.

“God, you’re sweet, angel,” He nipped at your jaw before wrapping his hand around your throat. “Even all fucked up, you know who you belong to so well, don’t you?”

You nodded, rolling your hips back.

Keigo must’ve taken pity on you, squeezing at the sides of your neck. Cruel as he could be, he must’ve noticed the way your thighs and knees trembled against the leather. Keigo knew the cloud in your eyes well— how to get you hazy and how to fuck you perfectly through the fog.

He fucked back into your dripping cunt, pace harder and faster than before. You were helpless to do anything other than fall forward into the wall, cheek squished against the scarlet.

“Who’s brat are you?” Keigo squeezed a bit harder at your neck as you swallowed against his palm.

“Y-yours—!” You squeaked out, mind going numb from the stimulation and pressure.

A wicked sneer curled against your ear as Keigo’s movements grew sloppier. His tongue lolled over your shoulder, messy kisses and slobbery bites and marks left in his wake. He was close, but you weren’t far off easier.

“Little bird,” It was sweeter, closer and hotter. “Can you come for me? Come all over my cock?”

You nodded.

“Not good enough.” Keigo bit down, nearly breaking the fragile skin of your neck. “You know I like words, angel.”

You gave him words, plenty of them.

Nearly incoherent pleads and cries poured from your bruised lips as Keigo pounded into you. Each blabbering wail was met with Keigo groans and grunts, condescending little phrases spitting over you without release.

Your lack of leverage and use of your arms made you thumping against the couch and wall, vision darkening on the edges as the pressure in your gut and the hold on your throat remained.

You were breaking in his arms, tears rolling down your cheeks as you held yourself from cresting. The exertion of it all was taking its toll, legs jellied and chest beading with sweat.

Keigo sensed it, shifting his hips to hit the spongy spot in your cunt, “Come, dove.”

You let go.

A sob shattered in your throat as your climax crashed through you. Keigo released your throat, holding you by your bound arms as he bottomed out. His own harsh cry panged against yours as he stuffed you full.

Surprisingly gently, he rocked his hips against your own, letting the ambient throb of your cunt milk him dry.

You came down, rolling and spinning as you sucked down air a bit too fast. Keigo panted behind you, though the sound seemed dull.

The pressure from your wrists released, soft thumbs rubbing at where the fabric had bitten into your forearms, “Hey, angel, you with me?”

You could only nod weakly, exhaustion and aches creeping in.

Keigo repositioned the two of you, setting himself against the arm of the couch, wings up free to drape and splay over the floor. He dragged you with him, pulling you to lay on his chest. The stickiness of his spunk, your slick, and general sweatiness might’ve been uncomfortable, but you weren’t quite lucid enough to care.

“How are you feeling? Still feeling a little mouthy?” Keigo teased, already knowing your answer.

You muffled a groan against his chest, shaking your head against the sweat of his chest.

“Awww,” Keigo chuckled, fingers brushing over your cheeks, “Is my dove a little fucked out?”

“Keeeigo, b-be nice.”

Your voice broke, parched.

Keigo snorted, pressing a kiss to the side of your forehead, “I guess I can manage that. Just for you, though. Can’t let the others see me get all soft.”

You wouldn’t; seeing Keigo warm and gooey, both of you mutually fucked-out, was a pleasure only you got to indulge in. And you loved every moment of it.

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HQ Mafia AU “The Meeting”: Inarizaki Clan x Shiratorizawa Clan x OC’s

*I have a couple friends that we constantly live in a Mafia HQ au where each team is a yakuza clan. So, I wrote about a meeting between Inarizaki and Shiratorizawa. The Meeting introduces two of our OC’s Kit and Ava...*

Characters: Shinsuke Kita, Wakatoshi Ushijima, Atsumu & Osamu Miya, Rintarō Suna, Satori Tendō, OC Intro: Kit Taka & Ava Medina

NSFW Warning: SMUT! M/F, Restraints, Voyeurism, Teasing, Muzzle, Collar and Leash, Three-way, Polyamory, Dry Humping, Thigh Riding, Cunnilingus, Fellatio, Vibrator, Dd/LG, Sadism, Edging, Masturbation... I think that’s it I’ll add if I need to.

Word Count: 3.9K

****Special Thank you to Crowly/Pink Boots for constantly feeding my addiction!!!!***

His thick muscled frame sat in the large oversized black leather chair with his scotch glass sweating, drops of condensation dripping to the cool floor below, it had been a long day and now he had to deal with the mishap from the damned hot-headed twins. Shinsuke Kita had never planned to become the head of the Inarizaki clan, but this is what happens when things need to get done a certain way. Sitting deep in the leather chair across from Wakatoshi Ushijima, clan leader of the Shiratorizawa, “You're telling me the twins fought publicly in front of the hotel?” Kita quirked his eyebrow toward the two men Rintarō Suna, security and assassin detail of the clan, had tied down to the chairs behind Ushijima. Atsumu and Osamu Miya hung their heads down and mumbled apologies, “I can see how this would have embarrassed not only you as clan leader, but deeply offended your patrons. For that I apologize.” Just as they were going to get into the details the double doors opened and two women walked in small, curvaceous, and lethal. The rooms stopped and turned to look at the woman, wearing thigh thigh-high boots, high waisted,cheekless, bottoms open for their foxtails, black nipple pasties, and leather fox ears complete with special Italian leather chokers with the clan symbol. The room audibly groaned at the sight of the Inarizaki clan Vixens, Ava and Kit were the interrogators of the clan deadly on all levels and paid by other clans for their services, they grinned wickedly with hunger in their gleaming eyes as they made their way toward Kita.

They came around his large leather chair trailing well-manicured hands up and down his arms and torso before coming to the front of the chair, bending over just right for the other men to enjoy the view. He smiled coyly at the girls and stared into the room's eyes as he moved back and spread his thick thighs for them to sit and straddle leaning against him. The girls leaned forward and placed kisses upon the corners of his lips, “Hi daddy are we too late?” Ava said in her signature husky voice, “No my little vixen you’re just in time.” Kit’s sweet voice rang out into the room, “What’s on the docket today daddy? I see the twins have been oh so naughty.” She looked over her shoulder and into Atsumu’s eyes earning a groan from him while she giggled making sure he was watching. Kita moved his hand up to the nape of Kit’s neck and brought her in for a searing kiss, tongues and teeth melding together before Kit sucked and bit Kita’s bottom lip making his cock twitch below Ava’s ready hand. The men in the room started to visibly shift in their seats, Ava bent into Kita’s ear while caressing his growing erection, “Daddy I think we have an audience.” She giggled before she brought a pointed fingernail up to his chin and took his lips, like fire feeding off oxygen she moved her hand to the back of his hair and pulled just enough to deepen the kiss while rolling her hips on his thigh earning her a growling warning and strong fingers digging into her meaty ass. She giggled against him, “Ava, you little brat, are you wanting to give them a show.” Kit giggled while seeking Kita’s skin under his open button down, it was Ushijima clearing his throat that got their attention.

Looking over their shoulders Hazel and Heterochromatic eyes flashed with venom and lust as Kita looked at him, “Ushijima, Waka, where were we...Oh, punishment and payment for the twins’ behavior.” Kita looked at the large man in the chair with laser focus eyes on Ava, Kita could see his knuckles turning white on the edge of the arm of his chair watching his carmel colored vixen with the space buns and oversized glasses. Kita smiled, “I see my Ava has caught your eye Ushijima...is there something you want.” Ushijima inhaled, the room could hear him, “I will accept payment via a date with Ava.” Kita glanced at Ava, if her fox ears were real, he could have sworn they perked up, “...and for punishment?” Kita waited and was surprised to see Ushijima turn around and look at the twins straining against their restraints, “I think a show is in order, Kita, make it a good one.” Kita smiled wider and understood that Ushijima had caught on to the twin’s reactions when the girls had walked in. “Alright, a show, I think we can do this for everyone in the room...Suna leave them in the restraints, I think I’ll let Ushi take Ava with him afterwards.” Kita looked at Ushijima with deadly eyes, “Suna will accompany her and wait for the date to be over. He will also make sure she comes home.” Ushijima bowed, understanding Kita’s warning before Osamu had piped up, “But, Kita, why does he have to have a date with her?” Kita looked at Osamu, “Because Ushijimia wants a date and will forgive your indiscretion and embarrassment for the clan.” Osamu became quiet and looked down, “Now, about that show, let’s begin shall we.”

Kita looked up and took the chins of the girls, “Be my good little Vixens and let's show them why the twins are sorry.” The girls both giggled and squealed when Kita brought his hands down to cups their plump ass and grab a handful. The girls reached around Kita and pulled up some silver-plated leashes and exquisite muzzles. Placing them in Kita’s hand they waited patiently as they stood up and straddled his thighs once again turning to face the room, “Oh, aren’t you two the best little vixens.” Kita took each muzzle and placed it on each girl closing the strap being their head and checking to make sure it fit right. When he turned their collars around to clip the leashes, he could feel the girls already soaking through their bottoms and onto his legs making his erection tighter against his slacks. “Now, let’s give them the show, my good girls show them how you cum from daddy’s legs...oh, before I forget.” Kita pulled out a small controller and clicked it on causing the girls to cry out and moan slowly rolling their hips in action against Kita’s muscled thighs. “See boys, these little vixens right here, are so incredibly good for me they came prepared. Those cute little fox tails they wear, those are their favorite, it’s a strong vibrating plug that's nestled nice and tight in their perfectly round asses.” Kita tightened the leashes as he reached around with his free hand to take one of Kit’s nipple pasties off to roll the soft pink nipple between his fingers causing her to buck her hips harder against his thigh. “KIITTAAAA...FUUCCCK!!” Kita growled as he pulled the leash tighter and came down to spank Kit’s clit, “What’s my name you naughty little vixen?” Kit cried out with the most pleasure filled moan, “D-Daddy!” Kita moaned as he felt Kit grind harder on his thigh, he should have known Ava was going to be a brat, he felt Ava’s small hand reach back and stroke his aching cock through his slacks as she let her head fall back and rolled her hips hard for friction. Kita hissed, opening his legs wider, when he heard her moan and giggle. Pulling on her leash she just ground harder against him letting out a guttural purr as she liked the feeling of the choker biting into their neck, “Yess, mmmmm, Daddy...H-harder…” Kita wanted nothing more than to bury himself in his girls and hear them scream his name in front of everyone, that’s when he got the idea, “Ava, my little brat, I think I’m gonna let Kit cum first you’re being so naughty.” He pulled harder on the choker and felt her hips buck as he heard her breathe harder, “Does Kit want to be filled first? Hmmm, my little vixen?” He licked a hot wet strip up Kit’s spine and watched the goosebumps flash across her skin, “P-Please, hggnnn, Daddy!” Ava looked down at the room and saw that the twins were panting and Suna was in the very back casually stroking himself. Grinning wickedly at the twins, catching an eye full of Ushijima’s exceptional bulge that strained against the fabric of his tight slacks made Ava gush on Kita’s thigh, “Ava, my naughty girl, my little slut are you enjoying the audience?” Kita bends forward, with his free hand caressing Ava’s skin, slid it under her bottoms to circle her clit. Ava felt her eyes roll into the back of her head and began to drool in the muzzle, “F-Fuucckk…”

Kita watched both of his women start to come undone on his thighs, his cock was slick from the pre that was escaping, “Ava, my good girl, let's make our little Kitty cum on your daddy’s cock. Since you wanted to be a bratty little bitch.” Kita growled at her, earning a moan from Samu and Suna in the back, Ushijima became tense, “Waka don’t worry she’s not fragile...she doesn’t break.” He undid her muzzle while pulling the tightest he could on Ava’s collar, he let her go and caught her chin for a deep kiss, “Now my little slut I want you to make Kit cum on this cock while I fuck her do you understand?” Ava mewled and slid down from his lap, letting her body slide against his, getting on her hands and knees reaching to undo his belt and slacks she kept his eyes on her as Kit was close to an orgasm while riding Shinsuke’s thigh. Ava groaned when she reached into his pants and freed his large, girthy cock, she got up on her knees sticking out her tongue she swirled once around the red swollen tip tasting him making his grip on Kit’s collar pull tighter earning a cry from her. Kita moaned and reached down with his free hand to place upon Ava’s head and watched as her wicked eyes met his while she took her thick red lips and took him all the way to the back of her throat, he felt the back of her hot throat and felt more pre touch her tongue. The feel of her hot wide tongue working against the large underside vein of his cock took him right to the edge; he moaned into the room loud enough for the men in the back to hear him. He watched as she hollowed her cheeks and felt her hands move in tandem with her tongue, “Gahh, fuuuckkk!! That’s right, get my cock ready for our Kit...F-fuucckk!” He growled and sat up high as he felt his toes begin to curl, he pushed her head down and began to choke her, he felt her hot saliva begin to escape her mouth and tears begin to well in her eyes making her mascara run. He let go and she came up for air, “That’s my good girl.” Kita in one swift movement reached over and lifted Kit with ease and tore her bottoms open to reveal her perfect pink folds dripping with her desire, “Oh, Kit, look at my cute little peach so ripe for the picking...what do you think Atsumu...hmmm, doesn't your peach look so juicy.” Atsumu cursed under his breath and Kit looked back at him and felt her pussy flutter seeing Tsumu struggle against the restraints and his slacks tight with his own need. She moaned as she felt the fat head of Kita begin to press against the opening of her pussy, “My little vixen are you ready to cum for Daddy?” Kit mewled at the feel as Kita slowly impaled her on his cock, “Fuck you’re so tight, my good girl… Daddy’s little vixen…” Kit cried out Kita’s name as he bottomed out inside of her and felt the vibration of the plug and Kita stretching her to her limits, “D-Daddy!!! Soooo full...so...hggnnnhh...Fuucckkk!!” Kita held her legs up to her chest full nelson and moved her up and down feeling every ridge and flutter of her walls, “Oh, fuck, f-fuck, kitty you are so tight you are so fucking tight…”

He moaned loudly as he felt Kits tight cunt suck him in, the vibration against his dick was over stimming him, “Fuck, Ava ready baby?” Kita let Kit sink to the hilt of his cock and watched as she came forward before turning around once to look at Samu and Ushijima, “Pay attention lovers.” Osamu moaned loud enough it reached Ava’s ears and Ushijima's nostrils flared, he felt his nails digging into his palms when all he wanted to do was sink his own cock inside of the caramel-colored vixen with strange eyes, Samu strained against the restraints and tried to break them but couldn’t. “I’m sorry Shinsuke please, p-please!” Ava turned back around and sat on her legs and caressed the insides of Kit’s milky skin and took her pink tongue to trace a wet stripe from the inside of her thighs until she took in her scent mixing with Kita’s. “Oh, Kit Kat, you smell and look soo delicious...I’ve been so naughty, let me help you cum with Daddy...I’ll get mine later.” Kita looked down and watched as the fox eared vixen flattened her tongue and licked a hot path from his own tightening balls up through Kits puffy sex on display for the room. Ava licked, sucked, and tasted the mixing of Kita and Kit’s mess, slick from the mixture of her saliva and their arousals, moaning into them her lovers both twitched and mewled against the feeling of her hot tongue upon their swollen sexes had her sliding a hand down the front of her bottoms to play with her own clit. Ava could feel her nose sink against Kits aching clit as she explored her warm folds, the room filled with the sounds of the slurping and sucking from Ava’s mouth and her own muffled moans, Kit tasted sweet like peaches, and she smiled while eating her pussy. Sitting back and massaging Kita’s balls earning a deep moan from Shinsuke, Ava turned to look at the men who had become so turned on their cocks strained against their pants, “Tsumtsum no wonder you love your Kit she tastes just like the juiciest peaches...especially when Daddy’s inside churning her insides…” Tsumu growled at her, “She’s MINE!” Kita pulled his head back up and before he could say anything he watched Ava still and her eyes flash with wickedness that could make any human rethink their lives, “Atsumu...have you not been a bad boy, hmmm?” She stood and looked over her shoulder back at Atsumu, “Did you not make us look bad, hmmm?” She paused, with her back still turned to the room letting her husky voice fill with sticky-sweet venom, still messaging Kita’s full balls making him buck up into Kit harder. She walked around the chair, letting Shinsuke pump into Kit making her scream, she trailed her fingers up his arm to the back of his head where she raked her fingers in his silver tresses. She looked at Atsumu keeping his crazed gaze, smiling, giving the room the illusion of fangs, and reached around to undo Kit’s Muzzle. When she let it fall to the ground below, she cupped Kit’s chin and brought her swollen lips to her own, letting her taste herself and Kita on her tongue, breaking the kiss and sucking on Kit’s bottom lip earned a growl from Shinsuke. Ava, not forgetting her place, fisted Kita’s hair and pulled his head back and took his lips savoring the way his tongue sought her own and moaned loudly at the taste of them upon her lips, “Please A-Ava!...F-fuuuckk, gaahh, fuuuckk Daddy yess…” Ava broke the kiss with Shinsuke and let his hair go, bending down to his ear letting her lips brush up against it, “Make her cum Daddy.” She whispered in his ear before finding Kit’s clit and with expert fingers teased and played with her aching clit while Kita thrust harder into Kit hitting her pleasure spot making her scream every time his cock dragged against her. She made the twins watch and Tsumu finally broke and began to moan and beg for release as he watched his Peach be brought to the edge of her release. She kissed up Kit’s neck with open mouth kisses leaving bright red bite marks upon her flesh as she worked with Kita to make her cum. Kita’s pace picked up again and Kit’s moans became louder as she cried out to release finally, “My little vixen is almost there, FUUCKK, I-...”

Kit felt every ridge and every thrust from Kita, over stimmed from the vibrating plug in her ass, Kita’s thick cock filling her to her limit, pressing against her spot. She began to feel her legs shake as Ava’s fingers played her like a fiddle and she knew it was coming, “FUUUCKK! OH FUCK, OH FUCK, A-AVA...FUCK DA-!!” Kit felt the white-hot rod of her orgasm run through her core and she clenched down making Kita cry out, he bruised the back of her thighs with his strong digits and begin to release his hot seed as she gushed around his cock soaking his thighs from squirting. Ava chuckled in their ears, “That’s right, my lovebirds, keep cumming, ride it out cariños...oh tsumtsum she’s so delectable when she’s gushing around daddy’s thick cock...look at the mess I’ve made…” Ava brought her hand up and made them watch as she licked her fingers clean and rolled her eyes into the back of her head tasting Kita and Kit. “Bitch!” Atsumu really did it this time, Kita was not having it, “Atsumu!” Tsumu realized what happened as Ava stood up straight once again, still licking her fingers, the room could see the wheels her sadistic mind begin to turn. Ushi was beginning to stand when Ava walked over to him and put her clean hand on his shoulder, “Waka please finish the meeting with Shin, apparently I haven’t teased these naughty boys enough.” She smiled wickedly at Atsumu, “Rinny, mi amor, Daddy and Kit need to be cleaned up...I already know you’ve been itching to taste.” Suna’s tall, thick, frame came into the twins' vision as he stopped to take Ava’s hand and suck on her digits before giving her a kiss, “Have fun Suna, my love.” Ava cupped the side of Suna’s face and traced a finger down his skin to pull at his bottom lip before he walked toward the front of the room.

Ushijima felt the dominance in this small vixen, and enjoyed watching her take control, he salivated at the thought of her coming on a date with him and knew then he was going to have her. He watched as her thick muscular frame stood in front of the darker haired twin, taking her hand to cup his chin and lift his gaze, “Samu, your brother is so mean to me…” Ava pouted with her swollen lips, “I’ll have to leave you two tied up to think about your rudeness...SUNA MAKE SURE I CAN HEAR YOU!! or I’ll punish you too.” Atsumu looked at Ava with anger and heard Kit’s moans as Suna began to lick and suck her clean, his attention snapped to the front where Suna was on his knees sucking and licking Kita and Kit clean, “Fuck...I-I’m sorry...okay! I’m sorry!” Ava just side eyed him, “Samu I’m gonna make you feel me cum on your hard cock, this is for your own good.” Lifting a thick thigh to straddle him and sitting down she felt the pulsing of his hard cock against her aching clit through his slacks earning a moan from her lips, “Oh Samu you must be so achy, the better to make you moan for m-me.” With a roll of her hips Samu cried out as he could feel her pulsing cunt and the way her bottoms were drenched with her arousal, “Oh Samu, your soo big, I wish you could be inside baby.” Ava began to grind against him harder letting her breath fan across his face, she knew it wouldn’t take her to long, “Fucck yess…” as she rolled against him making his cock soak through his pants, he began to pant harder resting his head against her chest, she fisted his hair and pulled his head back, “Oh noo my, hnnnnggg, my naughty boy watch me cum on you...fucking watch what happens when you’re so naughty for Daddy.” Just as she was close to her release the double doors behind the twins opened and in walked a tall red headed man singing and dancing, “Well, well, well what a show! Waka is this what the fox clan’s meetings are like I want in!” Atsumu groaned, “Fuck off Tendou.” Ava smiled at him and rolled harder against Samu who cursed a broken moan, “F-fuck!” Tendou bent over Atsumu’s shoulder looking at Suna cleaning up Kita and Kit, “Whoa! Isn’t that your girl getting dined on? Man, you must’ve pissed your leader off...look at your brother he’s practically a drooling mess.” Samu glanced at Tendou, “Fuck y-you!” Ava rolled faster and pressed up against him before screaming at her release gushing on Samu’s lap. Samu growled and tried to move his hips, he ached and wanted to taste Ava so fucking much, “Avaaa...PLEASEE!” Tendou started to chuckle at Samu’s begging, “I see this is how we get an apology.”

Kita watched Ava cum on Samu and the pain of his arousal and felt this was enough, while Suna cleaned them up he looked at Ushijima, “We are agreed...you can take Ava with you. Suna will accompany and bring her home. She can stay if she likes, but don’t think for a second Suna is the one you need to worry about. Does this also account for an apology?” Ushijima nodded his head, “This is acceptable. I can already tell I don’t need to worry about the bodyguard. She can clearly take care of herself. As for the twins' apology...accepted...it seems that they are going through enough watching their women being used.” Kita lifted Kit from him slowly and Suna caught her to take her back to Kita’s room for aftercare, with efficiency and grace Shinsuke pulled his pants up and proceeded to stand, he bowed, and Ushijima bowed concluding the agreement. “Tendou, we’ll wait for Ava outside in the car.” Tendou stood before making a small quip at the twins, “I wonder how long it’ll take for my expert fingers to make your women cum in front of you?” The twins saw red and began to really struggle in their restraints before the Shiratorizawa clan walked out.

Kita stood and waited for Suna to come back, “Ava my naughty Vixen I’ll see you when you get home. I intend to remind you about your...insubordination. For now, Ushijima seemed like a good fit for that...as for you two...Suna will release you before he goes; don’t make me do this again or I’ll have your fingers.” Kita walked past Suna as he entered the room. Ava sighed against Samu’s temple and kissed him, “See you later lover boy.” She stood and walked out of the meeting room to get ready for Ushijima’s date.

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(Part 2) The girl Mafia George x Fem! Y/N Series

Warnings: Swearing! (message if I missed any)

Word Count: 2K

Summary: George Weasley is a renowned Mafia boss who took over from his Father Arthur once he retired, to carry on the Triple W mafia legacy. The only mafia known to be able to keep the Death Eaters (their rival mafia) at bay. However there is one item that they stole from the Triple W’s which George is determined to get back…his mothers necklace, the family heirloom. Y/N Greyback has been forced to comply with the Death Eaters wishes as her family are high up members. What happens when George and Y/N meet? And what happens when they fall in love?

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George couldn’t get the mystery girl from last night out of his head. Was it truly his mother’s necklace that he saw lying on her neck? It couldn’t have been, one of his men would have seen her enter Diagon if it was, either that or they would have already caught her roaming the streets. He didn’t recall seeing a dark mark tattoo on her left forearm, so she couldn’t have been a part of Riddle’s crew. Unless of course, they had gotten smarter and realised that them all having the same tattoo was a big give away. George couldn’t focus, he was sat in the Leaky cauldron, attempting to each his breakfast but continuing to get lost in thought.

Soon, George felt his pocket buzz, indicating that he had gotten a message on the phones that him, Fred and Ron had all gotten in order to keep in touch. He flipped it open seeing a text from both of his brothers, the usual update saying that ‘No one has yet been caught or seen trying to leave or enter Diagon’. The members stationed all round the boarder of the town were doing an excellent job, George had full trust in them that they had all been keeping an extremely close eye out for any suspicious or unusual behaviour.

George had well forgotten about his breakfast an morning coffee, trying to figure out any more ways he can ensure that Diagon was free from any Death Eater bastards. Being a mafia boss didn’t come naturally to George, so it was at times like these he struggled most, his mind racing with unreliable memories of the girl from last night and the necklace she was wearing. Hitting the table in frustration, George places his head in his hands and sighed.

He wasn’t one to confront a lady, but when it came to his mother’s necklace, he really had no choice, he had to find out where she was staying, who she was, and if she was in fact a Death Eater.

Y/N woke up the next day satisfied with what she had managed to achieve last night. She didn’t know much of George Weasley’s appearance other than the fact that he was tall and ginger. Which suited exactly the description of the man she had bumped into last night. Another thing she hadn’t expected was for him to be so handsome.

In all honesty Y/N felt it was cruel what she had been sent to do. She hated knowing that she would essentially be leading George to his death. Y/N has never agreed with the rulings that Riddle made, she felt that what he was preaching for was extremely prejudice, he wanted to get rid of every poor family so that “the rich could thrive”, Y/N’s heart deep down was set on truly helping those who weren’t as well off as the others.

Thoughts of going behind her family’s back and instead helping George take away all power from Riddle had become extremely prominent in her mind. She knew what she had to do, she had to find George Weasley again, whilst under cover so that the Death Eaters that are currently staying within Diagon don’t report back that they had seen her with George Weasley, the very man they’re trying to kill.

Her mind was set, she was going to purposely seek out George Weasley tonight and tell him everything her family and the rest of the Death eaters wish to do to him, and Triple W. Along with their plans to get rid of all poor people in England.

George had long since given up on his breakfast, and was now making his way back to the old fashioned bar in which Triple W held all of their meetings. As he walked through the building in which the HQ as it were, was located, he could hear a slight murmuring of voices coming from the bar room. Them most likely being the voices of other Triple W members catching up like they normally would, before a meeting began.

George walked into the smoke filled room, heading straight to the back where his seat sat in the centre, almost as if it were a throne looking for a king. He stood in front of his chair, clearing his throat as he looked round the room gaining the attention of the men and women before him.

“As many of you may know, we have had our first night with members scattered round the boarders of this town, and so far there has been no sign of anyone attempting to leave or exit Diagon”

Triple W members began to whisper their frustrations at the lack of Death Eaters being caught.

“Now I know this may seem bad news for right now as we haven’t caught any of those bastards quite yet, BUT, we also need to look on the bright side of things. This also may well mean that we are also, so far safe from any spies getting information of our whereabouts. This meeting is only a short one tonight boys…and ladies, so unless anyone has anymore questions or information they wish to put forward, you are all welcome to go back home, or stay and enjoy a drink”

George stepped away from where he was standing and went over to his brothers.

“So really no further info or suspicions for any Death Eaters, coming in or out, isn’t that suspicious I mean surely they would have sent someone by now” Ron says clearly not convinced that no information has been passed down.

“I was thinking that too y’know” Fred added

“Look, I agree, I surely think that if they were really serious about taking us down they would’ve sent a spy, but they haven’t. There is no doubt in my mind that they are dead set on killing each and every one of us, so this could be their tactic. Let us believe that no one is coming, therefore they wait until we eventually let out guards down, so they have easy access and a higher chance of getting to us”

“You’re not gonna let that happen though Georgie, surely” Fred said

“No of course not, all I’m saying is that this could be their plan, we’re not going to give up to easily just because we get bored due to there being no action, alright so just sit tight because we could be like this for months”

Fred and Ron’s faces both changed into realisation that that could indeed be true.

“Now, I’m gonna head back to the leaky cauldron to relax, keep me posted if any of the guys near you see anything”

With that, George walked out the room, into the streets and made his way back to the Leaky Cauldron, smiling at locals as they passed. Once at the pub he sat down right in the corner, only ordering a glass of water, picking up the local newspaper, ignoring once again the thoughts of who the mystery girl truly was that he had bumped into last night.

He felt a tad bit guilty for not telling Fred or Ron about how he had briefly spoken to a woman, about his age, wearing a necklace that looked suspiciously like the one that was stolen from their mother years ago. Before they were born.

George didn’t know much about the exact origins of his mothers necklace. The basic story he knew was that, his family used to be extremely poor, living off of pennies, barely getting by. Having 5 children at the time wouldn’t have helped either, more mouths to feed, less money to do so. That was until his Father got a massive promotion and therefore a raise in wage at his job. As a treat his Father bought his Mother a beautiful, diamond necklace to remember and symbolise that no matter how much they were struggling, that they were always going to find a way to get past it. Thus it became the most price possession to the Weasley family, becoming their heirloom. You can only imagine the hurt that George’s mother felt when she came back to their house one evening, to find the windows smashed and her necklace gone.

George was too young at the time to understand fully, the impact that the loss of that necklace had on his mother and father, and what it meant to them. But as he grew, and his father created Triple W in order to track down the people who stole it.

Y/N had gotten dressed, in a smart but casual outfit. She didn’t have any desire to be immediately spotted today so she had taken off the diamond necklace and placed it in her bag. She decided that she would try and seek out George today, as she wasn’t expected to have a meeting with another under cover Death Eater until tomorrow, to update them on her progress.

Y/N had decided to make her way down stairs to the pub area of the Leaky Cauldron. As she made her way down the stairs she couldn’t help but notice a fiery red colour sitting in the corner, in her peripheral vision.

She turned her head only to see the one and only George Weasley, sat with a glass of what looked like water, his head stuck in the local newspaper ‘the Daily Prophet’. Even though he had the paper up at eye level and was scanning it back and forth, his furrowed eyebrows and blank expression told her that he wasn’t really reading the newspaper, and that something else was on his mind.

Y/N reckoned it must have something to do with the people she has been forced to work for her whole life. She tentatively began to walk toward the ginger man. She could feel her heartbeat quicken, what is his reaction going to be when she tells him that she actually works for the people he is dedicating his life to defeating and that she is actually in possession of his mother’s extremely expensive and extremely valuable diamond necklace. Her hearing began to focus only on the beating noise of her heart and the noise of her shoes hitting the ground with every step as she walked closer and closer to George’s table.

She could feel the tension rising as if he already knew she was there and who she was. She had caught herself momentarily holding her breath, making her feel light headed and even more anxious at the confrontation she was about to engage in. To say she was scared of George was an understatement, she knew nothing about George or his character. For all she knew he could freak out and kidnap her away to wherever they had their meetings, and torture her for answers. At least, that’s what Riddle would do if the roles were reversed. The only thing that was helping motivate her feet to move closer and closer towards him, was the tiny speck of hope, that he was different to the people she had grown up around.

Her feet came to a halt after what felt like forever, she looked at the man in front of her with a some what calm expression. Y/N cleared her throat gaining the attention of George, who put his newspaper down on the table in front of him, meeting her eyes with his dark hazel coloured ones. Y/N smiled weakly at her before speaking.

“H-hi”

“Hello, you’re that lady that I bumped into last night aren’t you? I’m awfully sorry about that by the way, I hope I didn’t hurt you” he replied, she could hear the genuine concern for her safety which put her mind more at ease, maybe he was nice, maybe he wasn’t the type of mafia boss to torture people.

“Yeah I am, and I’m the one who should be sorry I wasn’t looking where I was going”

“No need it’s all good, what can I do for you?” He smiled

Y/N gulped down any nerves she felt, in order to stop her voice from trembling, she was terrified, not only of George’s possible reaction, but also of Riddle and any other Death Eaters that might see her with him, betraying him.

“We need to talk”

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morporkian-cryptid · 3 years

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I know persona isn't your field of interest but I wanted to tell you that I found a way to make "sojiro is actually jigen" work without killing lupin:

At a heist went wrong Lupin was caught in an explosion. Due to feeling that he has failed lupin, failed at his one job that was important to him, he isolates himself away from the gang

Var 1

He was badly hurt and went into a coma. Jigen worked as a bodyguard under a false name so he'd have a stable job so he could take care of lupin while waiting for him to wake up. (He later choose a coffee shop because, well, coffee wakes you up. He brought a cup down every day hoping in vain the smell would wake him up. (When he finally woke it was when jigen was bringing him the cup of coffee)). The main p5 villain kept lupin caught in dream so lupin woke soon after he was defeated

Also there is literally a secret cellar in jigens house where he kept lupin hooked up to the medical machines

Var2

Some villain arranged the heist to go wrong to capture lupin and fake his death. He was frozen in cryo storage for idk cloning or selling famous people frozen to weird rich people. Through a coincidence the Phantom thieves (one of their contacts, their hacker or maybe even the supernatural dream room) learn of this villain and sojiro goes still suddenly "is that... is that who I think it is?!". Jigen gets the rest of the gang together and two of the PT decided its family trip time (hacker and leader) and store away in jigens car trunk. They infiltrate the lair and steal lupin back. And set the place on fire.

Newly awoken and still weak lupin sees how the world has passed on without him and... he could catch up. He has to believe he could. But... jigen has found a calm life now and... and maybe it's time for the next generation. He has earned his rest. The gang moves in with jigen (they buy the house next to his and connect them) and spends most of their time chilling in jigens cafe, enjoying each others company and, of course, teaching the next generation how to do actual crimes, not just supernatural ones. You can't solve Japan's systematic injustices by killing god damn it

Eh probably not that interesting without the persona side but they retire! Happily! And that was the most important thing for me to tell

I really like this theory/headcanon! Especially the first variant; it's cute to think Jigen would settle down and wait for Lupin to wake up, rather than, idk, put himself in danger by taking mafia jobs, or just plunge into depression and alcoholism.

Jigen bringing him coffee every day ajdklsdj I'm not crying you're crying TT

Anyway yes please let them retire and have a nice little coffee shop that is also a front for sort-of-a-thief-school-or-crime-hq-or-whatever-the-heck-is-going-on-with-the-next-gen. Zeni knows, of course, but he turns a blind eye.

#lupin iii #persona 5

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ssamie · 3 years

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ten. “greatest desire”

kozume kenma x fem dazai!reader

(bsd x hq)

tw: mentions of suicide, guns & cementaries

masterlist. suicide freak!

"uh hi.. i know we don't really know each other that much.." atsushi started off. the boy had a nervous smile on his face as he stiffly waves at kenma, with tanizaki and naomi by his side

"but have you seen y/n-san?" atsushi asked

"y/n? why, what happened to her?" kenma asked worriedly

atsushi, tanizaki and naomi were stood in front of nekoma's gym, trying to look for the girl, as per the president's wishes. "its been about a day since you guys went out to the arcade, right?" tanizaki chimed in "has she shown herself to you, or atleast texted any of you?"

kenma frowned as he shook his head no. he looked back at the team who were trying to act like they weren't eavesdropping.

"no.. i just assumed she was busy with work" kenma muttered

"hmm, i tried to ask ranpo-san but he's too busy" naomi chimed in as she hugged tanizaki's arm to her chest

"oya oya, sorry to barge in on the conversation-" kuroo interjected. the captain had a sly grin on his face as he walked towards the group. "but we just so happen to overhear something about our manager going missing?" kuroo mused

"yes, sorry if we're intruding" atsushi bowed

"but y/n-san went missing again, and the president ordered us to find her in under four hours" tanizaki sighed

"or else we get our asses handed to us" atsushi shuddered

kuroo and kenma gave each other a look and nodded along. "we'll try to look for her later" kuroo said "we'll let you guys know"

"thank you so much!" atsushi exclaimed with a smile "would you mind calling the agency if you find her?" he said as he handed them a piece of paper with the agency's number

"its really hard tracking her down" tanizaki says with a chuckle "when she chooses to disappear, it's like she never existed in the first place"

"anyways, we'll be on our way" atsushi excused "we've troubled you long enough"

"its no problem.." kenma muttered

naomi waved them goodbye as they walked away. the duo waving back meekly as they watch their retreating figures disappear.

"hey, you okay?" kuroo nudged his friend kenma nodded and looked down at his shoes "yeah.."

"i think i'll go look for her now" kenma muttered "eh? kenma, we could just go later" kuroo said with a raised brow

"im going. bye" kenma muttered, completely disregarding kuroo as he went straight out the door

"where's he going?" yaku asked as he peeked his head out the gym doors "he's gonna look for y/n" kuroo answered

"damn. what a simp" yamamoto sneered

"wow. that's rich coming from you."

"i swear to god.." kenma grumbled "if she ends up getting found in a ditch and i wasted all that time running around for nothing.." he scoffed

he's been running around the streets of tokyo, passing through every street and alleyway to try and look for the girl. so far he hasn't seen a single trace of her, not even a single person who has managed to pass by her.

"y/n.." kenma huffed out. he was currently by a riverbank, leaning against the metal railings of the bridge while he tried to catch his breath.

"you called?"

kenma jumped at the sudden emission of her oh-so-familiar voice, and turned around to face her "what the- y/n?! where did you come from?!" kenma shrieked out

"also, where have you been?! atsushi-kun and a bunch of people from your job came to the school today looking for you" he said

y/n chuckled and strode over to his side, jumping over the rails and sitting on the flat surface of the bars. "if i told you that the port mafia took me hostage and threatened to execute me, would you believe it?" she mused

"no."

"then i won't bother to say" she shrugged

kenma eyed her warily. her port mafia story could actually be believable, now that he thought about it. given as, her bandages were loosened and torn, almost as if they broke off with too much movement. and along with the dried blood resting upon her cheeks and hands.

"are you okay?" kenma asked worriedly

even if it was believable, it could've been just her trying to kill herself yet again. not that it was any better

"of course" she smiled "though my body is a bit sore.. chuuya really doesn't hold back"

kenma froze and slowly turned his head towards her with a blank and emotionless look on his face.

"chuuya doesn't what." kenma spat out "did you seriously disappear to hook up with that dog? that-that man child? that eyesore? that-"

"what are you talking about?" she laughed

kenma huffed and propped his elbow on the cold metal, resting his chin on his hand as he pouted

"you're really funny, kenma-kun" she mused

"really? cause im not laughing." kenma grumbled "i ran around the whole city for you, only to find out you ran off with some guy" his honey hued orbs eyed her down, watching her chuckle softly as the golden rays of the sun illuminated the surroundings around her

"y/n.." he mumbled "why did you really disappear?"

"i already told you" she replied with a sigh "the port mafia is truly a force to reckon with"

"that's why you gotta stay safe, kenma-kun" she mused "you never know who and when they'll strike next"

kenma sighed and nodded along. it was old news -- the port mafia, that is -- its been stirring up the whole city for the past few months.

"ne, kenma-kun" she called out "if we do end up dying alongside each other, i suggest we drown ourselves in this river." she said

she stared down at the flowing water, the golden colour of the setting sun reflecting off of it. "its clear and pretty, not much people are around.. its quite tranquil." she hummed

"i never really understood this.." kenma muttered "but why are you so intent on dying?"

"and i never understood you, and so many others." she replied "tell me, kenma.." she turned to face him, her bandaged hands loosely gripping the railings, as her legs and feet dangle off the ledge.

"do you really think there's any value in the act of living?"

kenma didn't answer. instead he stared at her, and her clouded eyes, each orb holding an unforgivable amount of sin and deciet that he could only imagine.

"well.. is there any value in the act of dying?" he asked back

she blinked dumbfoundedly at him, fairly shocked at his question.

"isn't there anything else you desire? life is kinda cool too yaknow?" kenma said in a sheepish tone

she stared at him a few minutes longer before averting her gaze. she chuckled and closed her eyes as the cold wind breezed past. "man fears death, and at the same time, man is drawn to death" she said

"its a singular event in one's life that no one may reverse" she hummed "and that is my greatest desire."

kenma didn't know how to reply to that, so he didn't. he simply looked down up at the setting sun, letting silence wash upon them both.

"hey kenma" she called out. kenma looked at her, curious and wary. "yes?" he asked

"wanna hang with an old friend with me?" she suggested with a soft smile

"me? won't that be intrusive though? i don't really know them.." kenma muttered nervously

"it's fine. he'd probably be happy i even talk to people my age" she said with a chuckle. she jumped off the railings and landed on the ground with a grin. she stretched her aching arms over her head and patted kenma's back.

"he's a lot like you" she mused "always saying life is worth living and all.."

"okay then.." kenma agreed reluctantly "but if i sense that person doesn't like me one bit, im leaving." he groaned out

"im pretty sure that won't happen" she chuckled sheepishly

"why are we in a cementary?" kenma grumbled

"is this where you kill us both?" he scoffed playfully "i wouldn't be surprised if you already have a hole dug for us"

she chuckled and shook her head "no, no" she mused "were just taking a small stroll" she cooed as she looked around the awfully empty surrounding "ah! there it is" she perked up "it's been so long since i went here that i almost forgot my way around"

kenma followed her as she skipped away, though he was quite confused, he didn't question her.

"hurry, kenma" she called out as she watched him struggle to walk faster "i hate you" he grumbled back, which she chose to ignore

she smiled softly as she stood infront of the oh-so-familiar grave.

"geez." she mumbled "its been so long since we hung out, odasaku"

"shame we couldn't meet at the usual place" she chuckled and sat down on the grassy ground. she leaned back on the gravestone, resting her back against it as she waited for kenma to arrive

"y/n?" on cue, kenma chimed in. he was panting slightly, most likely from running and walking around for so long "what are you doing?" kenma raised a brow at her

"kozume kenma-kun.." she called out

"yes?" he asnwered

"do you know whose grave this is?" she mused, pointing her thumb to the gravestone she was leaning on

kenma eyed the name engraved on the stone and shook his head. "no..but it's someone dear to you, right?"

"what makes you think that?" she hummed out in amusement

"i've never seen you pay visit to a grave before" kenma muttered. the pudding head hesitantly sat down infront of her, bowing at the grave before settling down on the ground.

"does it look like im visiting a grave to you?" she asked with curiosity

"it does.. why?"

she smiled softly and leaned her head back, letting it fall and her eyes to land straight at the cloudy sky "well, i thought of it as hanging out with a friend but.." she trailed off

"i guess that works too" she sighed out

kenma frowned as he watched her close her eyes. her smile faltering as a wave of comforting silence washed upon them. "im sorry" kenma muttered "i shouldn't have said anything.."

"its fine." she chuckled "its been years since he died." she smiled bitterly "i guess it's time someone snaps me out of my daydreams"

kenma didn't respond. he simply toyed with the grass on the ground and the few flowers littered around.

"yaknow, kenma" she said with a smile "you're the first person i brought here"

"me? why?" kenma asked in surprise and confusion

"because this friend of mine was a good man." she said "he told me to try and look for my reason to live."

"and i think i found it" she whispered as he looked into his eyes

kenma blinked in shock as he basked in her awfully heartwarming words.

"my reason to live is to die with you."

"of course. its gonna be about suicide again." kenma sighed dejectedly. "but y/n, if you think of me as your reason to live.. then i'll take it upon myself to keep you alive" kenma smiled at her, tucking his blond hair behind his ears as he kept his honey hued orbs trained on hers.

"kenma.." she teared up

she blinked repeatedly as she opened her mouth to speak.

"i.. I DON'T WANT THAT! I WANNA DIE WITH YOU!" she whined loudly "i already had our suicide planned! i even suggested the whole river thing a while ago!" she exclaimed

kenma deadpanned as he watched her ramble on and on about her ideal double suicide. "i really don't care." kenma groaned out "i don't want you to die." he whined "why do you keep trying to kill yourself"

"just because, okay?!"

"just for that, im gonna call your agency and hand you over" kenma sighed as he dialled the agency's number

"traitor!" she shrieked "kunikida-kun will undoubtedly beat me up" kenma ignored her as he started speaking on the phone.

"yes, she's with me.." he muttered "is she behaved?" he repeated the question as he sent her a pointed glare

"no, not really" he scoffed

"kenma, you're heartless!" she shrieked in horror

"cmon. let's atleast pay respects to your friend before we leave" kenma said with a sigh "dont worry, kenma-kun! i already thought this through" she grinned. she then pulled out a bottle of sake and a book and placed it on the ground.

"you brought him alcohol? seriously?" kenma furrowed his brows

"hey, it's two of his favourite things, okay?" she defended with a laugh

"do you know how ridiculous i looked while buying these things at the store?" she chuckled "they thought i was a madman or something!"

"i would've too" kenma answered back

"you're so mean to me, kenma" she pouted "anyways, we should go." she said as she dusted her pants and unravelled a thin layer of her torn bandages.

"i can't wait to tell you about this suicide method i learned about." she beamed. she tugged on his arm and pulled him away as she continued to blabber on his ear "apparently this one does the job right away!" she exclaimed

"can you believe it, kenma?"

"wow. crazy." he replied dryly

"yeah, and all we gotta do is shoot ourselves with these guns-"

"no."

"oh my, this almost feels like a welcome home party!" she cheered. she gave the detectives a close eyed smile while they simply stared back at her with a look of agitation and worry

"where the hell were you?!" kunikida exclaimed angrily as he tapped his foot on the ground

"the port mafia!" she answered back nonchalantly

they all perked up in surprise from her claim. "huh?! the port mafia?!"

"hai hai! but don't make a big deal about it!" she chuckled as she waved her hands dismissively

"you could've died!" kunikida exclaimed "now, now! i'd like to think of it as akutagawa-kun needing some attention that's all" she joked

"jesus christ" kunikida sighed as he adjusted his glasses "that boy could kill you and you still won't take him seriously"

"anyways, why is he here?" he asked as he pointed to kenma, who simply ignored him and avoided their eyes as he played on his phone

"oh! he's the one who found me, so i thought it'd be right for me to repay him" she smiled brightly as she squeezed kenma to her chest, all while he unbotherdly continued on with his game

"i've thought of so many fun things we could do back in my dorm, hehehe~" she chuckled mischievously as kenma's face paled. she only gripped him tighter when he tried to scurry away.

"i- i see.." kunikida stuttered out. he looked at them with wide eyes as she started squeezing him tighter while kenma tried to pry her off

"y/n, you're strangling me!" kenma huffed out "i know!" she grinned

"we'll leave you two alone then!" kenji said with his usual smile as he ushered the others away

"they're worse than tanizaki-kun and naomi-san.." atsushi shuddered "that's because she's trying to kill him" tanizaki sweat dropped

"and herself, as well" yosano sneered "go get your man!" she cheered as she sent y/n a sneaky wink

"yosano-san! don't encourage her!"

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sourbkg · 3 years

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ɢʜᴏsᴛ ʙᴜsᴛᴇʀs

ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʀᴏᴏᴍᴍᴀᴛᴇs!

sʏɴᴏᴘsɪs: you, a broke college student, decide to take an offer from a friend and move in with them. you didn’t realize what sort of abnormal things you’d have to put up with after moving in. or, a story in which todoroki has a crush on you and his ghost roommates are his wingmen.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: todoroki shoto x reader

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: ghost!au, college!au

ᴀ/ɴ: like the hq mafia!au, this has no update schedule! it’s just a silly idea i thought of, so there’s no concrete storyline hehe

ɢᴏ ʙᴀᴄᴋ

“Remember when you first moved in here and you swore to me up and down this place was haunted?” You ask one night with a grin, turning to face your friend.

The two of you were currently sitting on the couch, watching some random horror movie with terrible sfx and acting- the film serving as a reminder to your past conversations.

He only replies with a hum, probably invested in the crappy effects following the story line, or he just didn’t want to address the embarrassment that was his past. You nudge his knee to get his attention, causing him to blink owlishly from the screen, then to you.

“We should go ghost hunting.” You settle, standing from the couch and collecting bowls of snacks and drinks in your wake. Todoroki makes a noise of apprehension, still reaching for the popcorn you’ve just picked up.

“Ghost hunting?” He calls out finally when he realizes you’re set on your decision in the midst of you cleaning. He turns off the tv and starts folding blankets to help, “Where are we going to go ghost hunting?”

“Here!” You say excitedly, drying your hands on your shirt and gesturing around the house, “Remember? You told me a bunch of your stuff would move or go missing or whatever when you first moved in and you never found it! We should try and look for it!”

Your enthusiasm is tangible, making Todoroki pause while he thinks it over. It’s not like there’ll be any real damage done, right? You’re just curious and probably want to explore the house more. No harm, no foul.

“Alright,” he says with a shrug, “but how are we gonna do it? We don’t have anything to look for ghosts with.”

And after an hour and a half of sitting in front of each other on the floor with candles surrounding you, you get nothing. Not a single peep from another entity that could possibly be hanging out with you- no matter how many times you call out is anybody here with us.

“Maybe I read the WikiHow wrong,” you grumble finally, blowing out a candle to your right and standing when Todoroki offers you his hand, “I knew I should’ve bought sage when I went to the grocery store.”

“Doesn’t sage cleanse the area?” Todoroki asks, picking up candles as he blows them out while you turn on the light so you don’t trip over your own feet.

“Yeah, but maybe it would’ve made them upset or something and they’d talk to us.”

“Them? How many ghosts do you think we have?” He pauses, turning to face you with at least eight candles in his arms.

“I mean. . . I dunno, this is an older house, ya know?” With a shrug, you face your friend.

Just as you begin to take in the furrow of his brow, the lights flicker- and then go out completely. A small gasp makes its way past your lips, but Todoroki seems prepared for the sudden blackout, retrieving the lighter he’d safely put away in his pocket and lighting one of the many candles he’d previously blown out.

“No ghosts,” he assures you, “the breaker probably blew. Or there’s a power outage on the block.” He passes you the candle and lights one of his own, moving to the window to look out the blinds and decide if it’s the latter…

“The neighbors still have lights on, guess it’s just us.”

…or the former.

Todoroki lets the blinds fall back into place, flicking the lightswitch beside it just in case, then turns to face you again. The way his face is just barely illuminated by the candle light makes the situation all the more alluring…. and spooky.

“Let’s head down to the basement then?”

[tags] @angrylittleriri @flattykawadoorusmilkbread @masumiis @halparkebitch

#and they were roommates!#atwr!#ghost!au #college!au #todoroki x reader #todoroki shoto x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #shoto x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #my hero acadamia x reader #bnha #mha

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slutkouku · 4 years

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You drive me crazy

“The things you fucking do to me...”

Pairing: Chuuya x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None

Word count:~750

A/N: I couldn’t get this idea out of my head, so I threw together three little mini drabbles of my favorite man.

“Baby, you’re distracting me.”

You glanced innocently up at Chuuya from your spot in his office, lounging on the soft leather armchair he’d bought specifically for when you visited him at work.

Your outfit that day wasn’t even that risqué, it was the same business-casual look you always wore when you visited the Port Mafia HQ. You didn’t even have the shirt unbuttoned below your collarbone.

“What? I’m just sitting here.”

“Exactly,” he growled with frustration. “You’re just sitting there looking sexy as fuck and I can’t concentrate, damnit.”

He slammed his pen down on the papers he’d been working on, abandoning all hope of getting anything done. You flushed wildly, a little embarrassed by his attention.

“What’s gotten into you, Chuuya?” You asked, baffled, as he stood from his chair and shoved it out of the way to approach you.

“You,” he answered simply. “You’re driving me fucking crazy, you know that?”

—————

“Mornin’- oh.”

Chuuya stopped in his tracks, coffee mug in hand, mouth dropping open at the sight of you. You were wearing just his button down work shirt and, as far he could tell, nothing underneath. Your hair was a mess and your neck was more hickey than skin as you stumbled into the kitchen, yawning dreamily.

“G’morning, Chu,” you mumbled.

Suddenly your back was to the wall and his mouth was on your neck like it had been all last night, his thigh slotting between your legs and hands gripping your curves like vices.

“Are you trying to seduce me, baby?”

Half asleep, you shook your head. “I just woke up...” You pleaded your innocence. His knee grinding into you even harder told you he didn’t buy it.

“Do you even know what you do to me, damnit..? Here, look,” he grabbed one of your hands and slid it down to his crotch, moving your fingers to cup the obvious bulge that had formed there. “That’s what you do to me.”

“Chu-.... I... Why..?” You stuttered, blushing like a fool, capacity for words disappearing along with your sleepiness.

His breath tickled your ear as he whispered in that low, husky voice of his-

“Because you drive me fucking crazy, baby...”

—————

“Chuuya- wait, just- let me unlock the- Mmph!”

Your protests were muffled by his mouth on yours, hungry and a little tipsy, still in his tailored suit and you in your slinky evening gown. Thankfully the hotel’s hallway was empty, but he was beyond caring anyway.

“Hurry up then, baby, I can’t hold back much longer...”

you fumbled with the keycard, celebrating internally when the lock finally beeped in acknowledgement. Chuuya flung the door open and yanked you inside, his ability covering you briefly as he practically threw you to the bed, a cushion of gravity preventing too rough a landing.

He made quick work of his belt, not even bothering to undress fully as he clambered over you. His eyes took in the view- Your face was bright red from a mixture of his attention and the single shot you’d downed, both of your bodies being so much weaker to each other than to any drink. Your dress was falling down in the front and riding up at the legs, showing off the curves of your thighs and leaving very little to the imagination.

You had been more than a little unsure about the outfit, lingering in the hotel’s bathroom for a good while, not totally loving what you’d seen in the mirror. But when you finally stepped out into the main room, his jaw dropped, and he had to restrain himself from taking you right then and there, telling himself he had to be a gentleman and wait until you got back.

His hand now slid up the slit of the dress, dragging his nails along the material of the matching stockings- this was worth the wait. He never took his eyes off your face for a moment.

“God, you look like a fucking masterpiece right now...” he breathed, almost in disbelief. “Please..?”

You answered his one word question with one word of your own- “Chuuya...” You sighed, almost a moan, throwing you arms around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss as he wrapped your legs around his hips.

“Fuck, baby, I’ve been looking forward to this since we got here,” he mumbled against your lips. “You’ve been driving me crazy all night...”

#chuuya x reader #chuuya smut #bsd smut

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fhmns · 3 years

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ATTENTION

IF YOU ARE READING THIS MESSAGE YOU'VE BEEN SELECTED AS A NEW ALLY OF THE FLY HIGH MAFIA NETWORKING SYSTEM (FHMNS) IF YOU READ TO THE END OF THIS YOU WILL BE SELECTED AS A NEW RECRUIT:

Welcome.

My name is SSFIKN.1 and I will be your guide to the FLY HIGH MAFIA NETWORKING SYSTEM.

In this post, I will be covering the basic information for new recruits, such as you reading this post currently. I will go over topics such as:

-BRANCHES/TEAMS

-CAPTAINS

-ROLES

Let's start with the TEAM in the most power.

IMPORTANT NOTE: The term TEAM(S) and BRANCH(ES) are interchangeable.

AOBA JOSAI/SEIJOH: The main team. They oversee any operations, and are the main bargainers when it comes to trading, and making smooth transactions between other agencies.

Iwazumi Hajime is the bodyguard for the CAPTAIN of Aoba Josai, Oikawa Toru.

Oikawa Toru is the one who holds all the negotiations with other mafia networks, since he is very persuasive and very good at finding loopholes or other things that can guarantee alliances.

Takahiro Hanamaki is in charge of conducting the meetings, if for whatever reason, Oikawa cannot attend.

Matsukawa Issei is in charge of being the bodyguard for Hanamaki, because if Oikawa isn’t attending, Iwazumi has no reason to as well.

Everyone else who’s a part of seijoh is just in charge of getting the materials and items ready for the trade to go smoothly, as well as confirming that they got what was promised to them.

--------- SHIRATORIZAWA: In charge of defense. The CAPTAIN of this team has lost a lot of people, as well as the co-captain, thus they have become very protective of those who are willing to open their arms, and in this case, people have.

Ushijima Wakatoshi is the CAPTAIN of this team, and the person in charge of those on the front lines when enemies attack.

The other two people on the front lines are Tendou Satori and Semi Eita.

Everyone else is in charge of making sure that the other branches are able to make it out safely.

When attacks do occur on the Fly High mafia system, SHIRATORIZAWA joins forces with the branch of Fukurodani to insure that there are as few casualties on their side as there can possibly be.

The members of the SHIRATORIZAWA branch have visited the Karasuno branch many times as a result of their defense, and have become aquatinted quite well with said branch.

--------- FUKURODANI: Fukurodani is in charge of the actual violence. They are to carry out the gunfights and such.

Bokuto Kotaro is the CAPTAIN of his team, and the one in charge of leading his comrades through a fight.

His second in command is Akaashi Keiji, who is in charge of making sure that the plan Nekoma laid out is followed. He keeps everyone’s head on, which is important considering Bokuto more often than not, can get sidetracked by “side quests” that he finds, could also possibly be important.

Konoha Shūichi is in charge of taking those “side quests” Bokuto found, and getting them back to HQ, so that the other branches can determine if it is worth another round of risking their troops lives for or not.

Lastly, Washio Tatsuki is in charge of leading rookies that are part of the Fukurodani team to the end goal. As their senior, he takes it very seriously, and has ended up staying with the Karasuno branch more than enough times because he’s saving one of his kohai’s lives.

--------- INARIZAKI: They are the sneaky ones. They carry out spy missions, whenever Fukurodani is to exhausted, or Nekoma deems that a spy mission is necessary.

Kita Shinsuke is the main spy, and is the one who is more often than not sent out into the field (CAPTAIN).

The second option is Kita is unable to go is Suna Rintaro.

The Miya twins are actors. They infiltrate other systems by going out in pure light and not hiding at all in the slightest, as opposed to the others. Miya Osamu is the main twin who gets sent on missions, as his brother Miya Atsumu has a tendency to lose his temper quite often, and this has nearly cost the mission multiple times.

However, no matter what twin is out in the field, they are always accompanied by Ojiro Aran. After joining the Fly High mafia, he has been shown to be one of the only people who is able to calm Atsumu down, so he’s a very valuable asset.

Everybody else in the Inarizaki branch is in charge of assisting the Fukurodani branch on their missions when needed, which is more likely that they will be than not.

--------- KARASUNO: In charge of medical care. They have very welcoming and caring ppl on their team, so making sure others wounds are taken care of is easy.

Daichi Sawamura (CAPTAIN) and Kiyoko Shimizu head doctor, and Sugawara Koushi is his main assistant.

Asahi Azumane, Yamaguchi Tadashi, and Yachi Hitoka are in charge of moral support and making sure that the patient is fully healed.

Tanaka Ryuunosuke and the other second years are in charge of getting supplies.

Nishinoya Yu and Hinata Shoyo are in charge of getting the people who are injured into the medical room, to have their wounds examined.

Tsukkishima Kei is in charge of research do better understand poisons or other things akin to that that could possibly be used on everyone in the entire system.

KAGEYAMA TOBIO: The newest addition to the Karasuno branch. He has a lot of information on him, this has gotten an entire separate introduction. Kageyama Tobio was originally supposed to be part of the Aoba Josai branch, however, in training, lost the trust of many people. Claimed to be to hostile towards his own allies, which made him suspicious to those around him as to whether or not he was a spy. A jury was held, and Kageyama was almost kicked out of the Fly High Mafia network entirely, but Daichi Sawamura, CAPTAIN of the Karasuno branch offered to take him in. Without any experience in the medical field, Kageyama has yet to learn quite a few things, but is steadily making progress. They have decided that he will work along side Nishinoya Yu and Hinata Shoyo when it comes to getting those who need medical care into the infirmary.

--------- NEKOMA: The strategists. If a trade doesn’t go smoothly, or someone gets kidnapped, obviously the mafia will want to take action to correct the errors. This is where nekoma comes in. Sly like cats, they come up with plans to accomplish the goal at hand to minimize casualties of their own. They could literally care less about the other side.

Kuroo Tetsuro is the CAPTAIN of the team, and the main planner, and Kai Nobuyuki and Yaku Morisuke is his second and third in command.

Kenma Kozume is in charge of hacking things. He hacks into the opponents networks, radio conferences, security camera footage, etc., to make sure that everything is clear for a plan to work.

Fukunaga Shōhei is in charge of delivering the hacking Kenma does to the higher ups, the CAPTAINS.

Haiba Lev, and his sister Haiba Alisa were from a different mafia system before coming to the Fly High mafia system, so they are able to provide insight on how other mafia systems may function, as well as getting allies to help from their previous mafia system, if said system is willing to assist.

Everybody else in charge of finding flaws or loopholes in the plan, and trying to make it as foolproof as they possibly can.

--------- CAPTAINS: Captains are versatile. They can switch branches to assist others. For example, if need be, Bokuto Kotaro of Fukurodani can be placed on the front lines along side Ushijima Wakatoshi, Eita Semi, and Tendou Satori for assistance against enemies. Kuroo Tetsuro can also come assist Karasuno, specifically Tsukkishima Kei, in the medical branch, as he is very intelligent.

--------- BRANCHES: the branches have different abilities and previously shown. However, this doesn’t mean that they are useless in other fields. The Karasuno branch is just as capable of holding themselves high and mighty just like the Fukurodani branch. The Inarizaki branch can very much come up with plans, but it was found that those currently in the Nekoma branch were simply better at doing it.

DO NOT UNDERESTIMATE EACH BRANCH. EACH ONE IS DEADLY.

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The FLY HIGH MAFIA NETWORKING SYSTEM is still in the midst of making a name for themselves, but are steadily reaching the point of being well known.

By reading all the information about the FLY HIGH MAFIA NETWORKING SYSTEM you have begun becoming a part of it.

Are you ready to join?

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gamerwoo · 3 years

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Hongseok: Make Damn Sure

Characters: Hongseok x female reader

Genre/warnings: mafia au, angst, literally just a lot of angst, toxic relationship stuff (like the whole thing is just one big very very mentally/emotionally abusive relationship), cheating, murder, kidnapping, there’s literally no fluff here ok

Word count: 2,792

Summary: I just wanna break you down so badly. Well I trip over everything you say. I just wanna break you down so badly in the worst way.

a/n: hi yes as u can probably tell this was inspired by makedamnsure by taking back sunday. i’ve actually had this in my drafts for a long time but i kinda forgot about it????

Hongseok paced back and forth by the door, waiting for you to come back. He knew damn well you were back at the bar you always ran off to so you could avoid the tense feeling when your boyfriend was around. He was well aware of the feeling because he felt it too. He wasn’t sure when the two of you changed, but things felt different, and while the two of you only addressed it when you got into heated arguments, neither of you ever seemed to pull the plug and end things.

For whatever reason, neither of you wanted to.

Maybe you found a bit of pleasure in the way you made Hongseok’s face go red as he screamed at you. Maybe he sometimes enjoyed seeing the tears streaming down your cheeks that were caused by him. There was something both of you enjoyed about hurting the other, and while it was absolutely sick and twisted, neither of you bothered to leave. So it was a constant cycle of Hongseok always being gone, you avoiding him when he’d come home, the two of you getting into a screaming match, and the cycle continuing.

Things hadn’t always been bad. Deep down, you both must’ve loved each other because you absolutely did before and why else wouldn’t you just leave each other? But somewhere between him always being gone and you being fed up with not seeing him, your relationship evolved into something that couldn’t even be considered a relationship at this point.

As soon as the front door opened, Hongseok stopped and glared at you, crossing his arms over his chest. You were already expecting him to be waiting so you just sighed, keeping your eyes trained on the floor as you shut the door.

“You know I hate how you go to the bar every night,” he scolded.

“And you know I hate being told what to do,” you grumbled back.

He scoffed, rolling his eyes, “Don’t feed me that bullshit. You knew going into this that I had to be controlling considering I’m in the mafia and everything wants me and everything I’ve ever loved dead.”

“Oh good, so I’m safe,” you offered a sarcastic smile, finally looking back at him.

Hongseok took a step closer, causing you to step back and press your back against the door as he tried to make himself seem far bigger than you, “If you keep this attitude up, you won’t be.”

Despite stepping back, you weren’t that afraid of him. Hongseok had threatened you before but he never went through with it. You knew he didn’t have it in him to physically hurt you.

You rolled your eyes, stepping around him, “You don’t have the balls.”

As you brushed past him, he gripped your wrist tightly, almost making you second guess him. But he hesitated before letting out a sigh, still staring at the ground by the door and dropping your wrist.

“Just go upstairs,” he growled. “You’re lucky you’re my girlfriend or--”

“Or what, Mr. I’m-Scary-Because-I’m-In-The-Mafia?” you chuckled coldly as you went upstairs, not bothering to look behind you.

You knew you were making things worse, but that was how you and Hongseok interacted. You’d egg each other on despite knowing it was best to stop. You just couldn’t stop.

There was one surefire way to really get under your skin which would effectively end the conversation. There was one insecurity of yours that Hongseok used to always reassure you would never be a problem, but now tended to use it against you. And when he really didn’t want to deal with you, he’d always bring it up.

“Y’know, I could just leave you and find someone better,” he smirked, tilting his head to one side as he looked up at you. You were halfway up the stairs when you stopped and looked at him over your shoulder. You wanted to punch his perfect smirk off his beautiful goddamn face. “You’re so easily replaceable, remember? I can have anyone and anything I want. Piss me off enough and you’ll be out of this house faster than you can say ‘oops’.”

Hongseok had always been perfect. He looked perfect, he acted perfect. He was intelligent, sweet, understanding, and everything he did, he seemed to excel at. So when you first started dating, you were worried he would find someone better. You felt you were so plain compared to him. The guy looked like he should be dating a supermodel, but he picked you out of everyone he had.

Even now, while you hated his guts, you still didn’t like that he held that over you.

You glared at him, eyes turning glossy.

“Go fuck yourself,” you spat before turning and running up the stairs to your shared bedroom, slamming the door behind you.

Hongseok sighed before carrying on up the stairs, taking his time.

“Well it’s not like you do anymore,” he chuckled to himself.

By the time he was done getting ready for bed, you were already curled up in bed on your side. He entered the bedroom, barely sparing a glance at you who he assumed was silently crying under the covers as he made his way over to his side and got into bed. He turned off the lamp on his nightstand before getting comfortable and closing his eyes. He hadn’t tried to cuddle with you in months and you knew that wasn’t going to change -- not that you wanted it to. You still shared the same bed but never slept close enough to touch each other. But that was just how things were. You were hardly a couple anymore but neither of you would leave.

Truthfully, you liked the danger of being with Hongseok too much because your life before him was so cookie cutter and boring. Hongseok still enjoy how normal it felt to be at home with someone after spending long days doing things that most people didn’t do. You wanted Hongseok because he was what you weren’t, and vice versa. Maybe you were both just masochists who couldn’t leave the things that hurt you. It was like a bad addiction where you knew you should quit but you just couldn’t.

The doors to their HQ burst open with a disheveled-looking Hongseok striding in. His shirt wasn’t buttoned up all the way, his tie was hardly done, and he was carrying his belt in one hand. His hair was a mess, he looked like he was hardly awake, and the sight made Hui annoyed to no end. He was already pissed that Hongseok was late, but now he was more than likely hungover because he knew it wasn’t anything he’d done with you -- he was well aware of what your relationship was like.

“You take care of it,” Hui grumbled to Wooseok, not even wanting to yell at Hongseok at this point. “I’ll be in my office.”

“Alright,” Wooseok sighed, not exactly thrilled with having to handle Hongseok, but he had to listen to the boss. So he turned to face the older boy while Hui left the room. “Wow, real cool of you to get drunk the night before work. Yeah, you seem like such a tough guy.”

“Not today, Wooseok,” Hongseok grumbled.

“Rough night?”

“You have no idea,” he huffed as he started to put his belt through the loops in his pants. “You know what _____ did this time? She fucked another guy.”

Wooseok just blinked, “...So?”

“So she’s my girlfriend!” Hongseok growled. “She belongs to me!”

“Seemed to me like you didn’t care much about her anymore,” the taller boy shrugged, turning to walk with Hongseok when he met up with him. “Why would you care what she does? Just dump her.”

“No,” he scoffed.

“Why not?”

“It’s complicated.”

“She literally cheated on you,” Wooseok pointed out.

But Hongseok had done the same before, and everyone knew that -- even you. But unlike Hongseok, you tried to be sneaky. You waited until he had left for work to invite the guy over, but you didn’t realize he’d be home early that day. And then he found you on the bed with your legs spread, some guy he’d never seen before on top of you, and his hand around your throat.

Before you could even get a full sentence out, you heard a shot ring out, and then you were covered in red with the guy’s body limp and lifeless on top of you.

Hongseok’s eyes raked over your body underneath the man’s. He merely licked his lips before looking back into your eyes, nodding his head, and leaving with a, “Good luck with that.”

He went out to a bar and didn’t come home until you were fast asleep in the bed that Hongseok had sent men to clean, knowing you wouldn’t be able to take care of it yourself -- but he did it because he wanted a clean bed, not because he wanted to help you.

Hongseok shrugged, “I killed the guy, so we’re even.”

“That’s--” Wooseok paused to let out a deep sigh, “Dude, this isn’t healthy for either of you. Even Hui hates seeing you two like this. Just give it up.”

He shook his head, working to button up his shirt and fix his tie, “You don’t get it, alright? You’ve never been in love before.”

“Are you in love?” Wooseok let out a harsh laugh. “I may not have anyone significant in my life, but I know that shit isn’t love.”

Hongseok stopped and turned to face Wooseok. He glared up at him, but he didn’t move to do anything. He was just annoyed, not angry.

“You don’t know shit,” Hongseok spat, “so just stay out of it.”

Despite the older member’s warning, Wooseok sighed and continued, “If you still love her deep down, why do they two of you literally never get along? Why can’t you even attempt to get along?”

“Shut up, Wooseok. Just drop it.”

Hongseok strode off as Wooseok stopped and stared at him. Honestly, Wooseok wasn’t sure he’d ever understand what Hongseok’s relationship had turned into. He didn’t get why at least you didn’t just leave him -- especially after the stunt he pulled today. But he was apparently wasting his breath and energy trying to talk sense into him. Something inside Hongseok apparently still loved you enough to stick around, and the same must’ve been true for you, but why would you constantly fight that badly with someone you loved?

If that was love, Wooseok didn’t want it.

As Hongseok pulled into the driveway, the lights to the house were off. He groaned, knowing you must’ve been out a bar again. This time, he contemplated leaving to get you.

But then he noticed the taillights of your car were on. Were you in the car about to leave? Why would you leave for the bar this late?

As he parked his car and stepped out, you got out of yours. He could see into the back windows that you had suitcases and bags piled up. His heart dropped, but he felt fire burning in his chest, his hands balling into fists at his sides.

“So,” he began, trying to sound casual, “where are you going?”

“Hongseok, you literally shot someone and left him dead on top of me,” you stated as if that would give him the answer he wanted.

He shrugged, “You cheated. Seemed fair.”

“When have I ever killed the three separate girls you’ve intentionally brought home when you knew I would be back from errands?”

“That’s different.”

You let out a deep sigh, shaking your head as you looked into his dark eyes, “Hongseok, I’m done.”

He scoffed, “You say that all the time.”

“But this time, I’m really done,” you insisted, and something flashed in his eyes. For a split second, you were sure it was panic. “That was the last fucking straw. I stuck around and put up with all of this bullshit, but that? Fuck no.”

“You stuck around because you didn’t want to leave,” Hongseok said, trying to convince you that you still wanted to stay. “We stick around because we love each other, and I know you still love me.”

“Do we love each other?” you laughed softly. “All we do is intentionally make the other miserable. And for what?”

“Relationships aren’t always rainbows and sunshine, _____!”

“But they’re not this fucking awful, Hongseok!”

“_____--”

“No,” you stated loudly enough to cut him off. “I’m done. We’re done. I’m leaving for good. You can go off and find that person who’s ‘way better than me’ that you’re always talking about.”

As you turned around to go back into your car, you felt Hongseok tug on your wrist, saying lowly, “I’ll give you one more chance to change your mind.”

You assumed it was like every other time. He was trying to give an empty threat only to give up when you challenged him. You never fell for it, and you weren’t about to now.

“Too bad,” you told him.

But instead of dropping your wrist, his grip tightened. You gasped as he tugged you backwards, your back hitting the side of his car. His hand moved to grip your neck, squeezing it so you couldn’t breathe or scream as you looked into his narrowed eyes.

“You can’t leave me,” he stated like it was a rule he’d put in place for you.

This wasn’t just an empty threat. Something inside Hongseok snapped knowing you were finally going to end it. You weren’t sure why because while somewhere in you, you still loved him -- he was right about that -- you knew this relationship wasn’t a relationship anymore. It wasn’t healthy, and you couldn’t handle it anymore. You had to be the one to end things and leave.

But now you couldn’t.

Hongseok flipped you around, pressing you hard enough into his car that you were sure you would bruise. He quickly yanked his tie off and stuffed it in your mouth as you opened it to scream for help. Then he took of his belt and tied up your hands with it. He opened the back door to his car, shoved you in, buckled you up, and closed the door. Then he went over to the driver’s seat and got in, starting the car back up.

You continued to shout muffled words at him even though he couldn’t hear you. He had taught you plenty of things in your relationship: how to get out of the trunk of someone’s car, how to get out of various ties and binds, and even self defense moves. But there were things Hongseok didn’t teach you, like how to get away from him. You knew how to get out of zipties, but not how to free yourself from a belt. You knew how to fight against any other person, but since Hongseok was the one to teach you all the moves, he knew what to expect. He was the one person you couldn’t get away.

“I’ll make damn sure you can’t leave,” he growled, angry eyes shooting dagger at you in the mirror. “You’re mine, you hear me? You belong to me.”

For the second time ever, you were afraid of Hongseok.

HQ. You knew that’s where he would take you. He could tell the lower ranked men that you were a captive, and he could just hide you from the others. The only person who could do anything about it was Hui, but he knew the boss was so fed up with Hongseok’s situation with you that he wouldn’t bother getting involved. You would never be alone, their men would make sure you didn’t escape, and you would be Hongseok’s as long as he wanted. You really wouldn’t be able to leave him.

He shoved you into one of the rooms before he walked in behind you and closed the door. He took the tie out of your mouth and undid the belt only to tie you up properly to a desk chair -- at least it was more comfortable than the wooden one they usually tied people to. You must’ve been in Hongseok’s office.

“What the hell?!” you demanded as Hongseok draped his tie over his shoulders.

“You still love me,” he insisted, “just like I love you. And you’re going to stay here until you realize it.”

“I don’t care if you love me, this is insane!” you shouted.

But he ignored you, turning his back to you and heading for the door. “Yang Hongseok, get back here! Hongseok!”

He left the room, closing and locking the door with you still shouting his name.

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kpopdreamlands · 3 years

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warnings: violence, mafia

She just laid there, staring at the ceiling, unsure of whether to cry or laugh. Either way, it was over. Ara had sat her psychology finals, failed them inevitably, and binged on three hours of dramas and ice-cream out of self-pity. Ah, what a life. Rolling over at the sound of her phone, she answered with an empty voice.

'Yeoboseyo?'

'Eonnie~' a voice answered on the opposite end, dripping with honey.

'What do you want, Choi Hyun?' Ara asked, very obviously not in the mood to entertain the younger girl.

'Whatever do you mean?' Hyun exclaimed, feigning offendedness. When Ara gave no reply, she sighed and dropped the act. 'Fine, I'm hungry. Feed me. I'm at the cafe right now.' Of course, Ara knew exactly where she was, and why she was there instead of studying.

'You're procrastinating,' Ara stated simply. There was an incoherent grumble on the other side. Abruptly getting up, Ara headed to her room. 'Welp, if you fail your finals, that's on you. But who am I to say no to the dalgona coffee calling my name?' With that, Ara cut the call and got ready. Within minutes, she was out of the apartment and on her way to their favourite cafe. Once she was outside, she caught sight of Hyun frantically waving at her. She smiled to herself as she headed towards her.

'Annyeong!' Hyun called brightly when she was near. Ara rolled her eyes at Hyun's overly energetic nature. She already knew that all that energy would be diminished by Hyun's next visit to the cafe, which would inevitably be a pity drink.

'I already ordered,' Hyun told Ara. Ara nodded in reply. As they waited, Ara watched the girl. She silently tried prodding at her mind, but Hyun instantly tensed up.

'What the hell. What are you doing?' Hyun growled. Ara instantly regretted her actions, but she didn't admit it. Instead, she glanced away.

'So, I heard you're supervising the hit tonight,' Ara said. Hyun glared at her.

'Yes, I am. You could've asked like a normal person if you wanted to know so bad.' Ara muttered an apology. Within moments, the younger girl softened, unable to keep mad at Ara for too long.

'Anyway,' Hyun said softly, 'you look miserable.' Ara chuckled mirthlessly. 'Do you wanna join tonight?' Ara raised an eyebrow at Hyun's request. She would've said no immediately in any other circumstance, but she needed something to take her mind off the pitiful exams. She considered silently, noting how Hyun watched her much too carefully.

'Come on, I'll just tell the soldiers that you're a new capo-in-training, and none of my capos are stupid enough to tell them otherwise. The soldiers have never seen your face anyway,' Hyun begged.

'Fine,' Ara agreed after a while. The smile that lit up on Hyun's face made it worth it.

'Aigoo~ my baby's so cute,' Ara cooed, squishing Hyun's cheeks. Hyun only pouted at Ara's words but didn't reject her. In the back of her head, Ara wondered how the innocent child in front of her could be someone else entirely given the situation. At that moment, Hyun only seemed like an ordinary college student actively procrastinating from her finals, not a mafia underboss planning her next hit which would involve plenty of bloodshed. Sighing, Ara let go of Hyun's cheeks and sat back down comfortably.

Their drinks didn't take long to arrive. As soon as Hyun had received her's, she subtly sniffed her milkshake before taking the smallest of sips. That was all it took to break the enchanting facade of a normal life that had momentarily manifested in Ara's head. They were anything but ordinary students with ordinary lives. From there, their conversation took a turn into dangerous territory that required them to whisper. By the end of the conversation, quite a number of people were as good as dead.

'You head back to the dorms to study as much as you can before tonight. I'll get to HQ a little early today and figure out the logistics of me joining the hit with Hwa. I'll be seeing you around twelve,' Ara instructed. Hyun nodded, waving her goodbye. Ara waved back and turned to make her way to her headquarters.

The girl used the usual hardware store route to get there. Once she was inside the safety of HQ, she headed straight to the Prep Room. Hwa was already there, getting the designated team for the hit ready. Hwa's eyes momentarily widened at the sight of Ara entering the room unannounced but she quickly composed herself.

'Ah, what are you doing here?' Hwa asked off-handedly.

'baeB sent me to observe the hit as a capo-in-training,' Ara replied, bowing to the soldiers and other caporegimes in the room. They all mumbled their introductions, too focused on their roles to pay attention to her. Ara nodded discreetly at Hwa before strapping on sheaths and filling them up with various weapons from the wall. Once Ara had her twin pistols sitting on her sides, she listened as Hwa delivered a rundown of the mission.

'Listen carefully, everyone,' Hwa ordered, all the attention in the room becoming trained on her. Ara quietly admired the way Hwa managed to command attention so easily. 'Everyone must always remain in contact with me. If at any given moment, the connection is cut, abort mission. We've only managed to figure out around 80% of the schematics of the target building.

'Fortunately, we already have a clear, direct route to and from the area where the girls are kept and a secondary route just in case. But remember, we don't know what surprises are waiting for us, so dessert mission at all costs if you become disconnected with HQ,' Roze explained, handing out their earpieces. She then went over the individual routes and roles.

'Z-' Roze called, almost revealing the mafia boss's identity, 'Zaych, as a capo-in-training, you'll be sticking with the hit supervisor, baeB.' Ara nodded, internally groaning at the annoying name Hwa had come up with. Ara nodded, heading to the hall behind the Prep Room among the rest of the soldiers and capos who were either lounging around or warming up. Trisha, NTMR's main sniper, and one of the capos who knew ZH personally, smirked when Ara approached her.

'So, didn't expect you to be on the mission,' Trisha said nonchalantly, practicing her aim.

'Uni's getting on my nerves,' Ara mumbled in reply. Beside her, RizQueen suddenly materialised.

'So, big boss lady's on the mission?' she asked, her trademark mischievous glint sparkling in her eyes. Ara continued to idly converse with the two until baeB arrived.

The moment Hyun had stepped into the room, a sudden energy took over. The room was ablaze with fiery determination. Without a moment's delay, everyone organised themselves into their squads, ready to take orders.

'Ok girls, this is one of the last few hits before all the labs are destroyed. This one's riskier than the others, so stay alert and always keep in communication with HQ. We're all heading out in five, so be prepared.

'Trisha's squad, you guys take the upper route, keep your distance and alert us on the ground if anything happens. Eliminate any dangers before they can reach us. RizQueen, you and your squad are coming with me on the direct route. Squad three is guarding the outside and waiting along the secondary route in case of an emergency,' baeB ordered. 'Ok, let's go.' Hyun motioned Ara over, nodding subtly and not saying much else.

The drive to the target was short and quiet, everyone reviewing the plan by themselves. Every once in awhile, Ara caught sight of Hoon flying alongside them through the windows. Once they had stepped foot on the land, all of them became eerily quiet, even the loud-mouth of an underboss. With silent motions, baeB had sent all the squads in their separate directions.

baeB made a series of bird-like sounds quietly to Hoon who was perched on her shoulder. Soon enough, the bird took off again, following Trisha's squad. With another nod, they all approached the building, slipping in through an abandoned side door. No doubt, all the security cameras in the vicinity had already been hacked into from back at the base.

'Ok, advance through this door. It'll lead you to a hallway. Take the second left,' Hwa's voice said through Ara's earpiece. The squad looked at each other once before approaching. Ara watched as baeB nudged RizQueen who instantly disappeared into thin air.

They all stuck to the shadows, slinking through until they found the second left. Everything was progressing brilliantly until suddenly, a man in white stepped out of a room. He only had enough time to widen his eyes and open his mouth when one of the soldiers sent a blade flying in his direction. In a matter of seconds, the light left his eyes and his body was slumped against the wall. Without hesitation, the squad kept going.

The slow pace of the hit started to irk Ara. Without warning, she poked baeB, motioning ahead and left without waiting for her reaction. As Ara walked through the lone hallways, she encountered a few more "scientists", but quickly took care of them with a pull of her trigger. Finally, listening to Hwa's directions, she arrived at a large set of double doors. Pushing them open as quietly as she could, her jaw dropped open. Hundreds upon hundreds of beds were lined up against the walls, each with a girl lying in them.

Most of them were asleep, but one who was most likely returning from the bathroom, caught sight of her. Instead of screaming, the girl only wordlessly made her way back to her bed. Before she could, Ara grabbed her arm and pulled her back. The girl didn't resist.

The utter lack of will within the girl stoked an enraged part of Ara. All these girls were broken down until they no longer cared about anything or anyone. They didn't have it in them to care, because if they did, they'd be broken all over again. The hopelessness only reminded Ara of her own lab days. Soon, the rest of the squad had arrived at the hall. They all took a moment to take it all in.

'Ok, now-' Hwa's voice suddenly cut off. Ara immediately turned to look at baeB, but the younger girl's face was a reflection of hers. Everyone around her frantically filed out of the room. Ara tried to call them back, but she had no power over them, not as long as she was "Zaych".

'Tell them to come back. We're almost done, come on. We just need to take them back,' Ara whisper-shouted at baeB. Hyun seemed torn between ordering them back and pulling Ara along with the rest.

'The connection isn't meant to cut. Something's wrong,' baeB said, alert. Even as she talked, a loud screech resonated through the hall. A sudden panic took hold of them all as the underboss shouted one, singular word.

'RUN!' With that, they all turned, some of them even reached the mouth of the secondary exit. baeB, who was at the back along with ZH, grabbed her arm, pulled her through the door, and threw her down. Even though Ara screamed with all her might, desperately trying to grab even a few girls, nothing stopped the explosion that burst through the room. She watched as everything and every person in the room was obliterated into pieces.

From there, she didn't remember much, registering only someone pulling her up and out of the building. Everything around her was chaos and she was stuck in her own bubble of torment. By the time the two squads were out of the building, the rest of it was up in flames.

The van ride to HQ was just a blur, and only once baeB had pulled her out did Ara notice that the girl from the lab was still clinging onto her. A strange spark lit up in her eyes, completely foreign to her sunken face and bony features. Ara didn't want to let go of the girl either, but she couldn't find her voice in time before baeB pulled her away.

Ara followed Hyun into the lowest level of HQ: baeB's personal torture cells.

'We managed to take one of the scientists,' a soldier said, already inside the cell. Next to her, a man in the white lab coat was kneeling. He was bruised and bloody, his clothes singed from the bombing.

'Get out,' baeB growled at the soldier who left in a heartbeat. Cracking her neck, the younger girl's entire body was on fire. The rage that rolled off her was enough to make the man cower. Hyun grabbed the daggers on her belt and held them up against his neck, drawing blood. The maniacal look about her told Ara so much of what Hyun wanted to do, but before she could begin, Ara held a hand out.

Hyun struggled to hold back but stepped back at the boss's order.

'Let me,' Ara whispered, voice hoarse from crying.

She stepped up to the man, holding up his chin.

'Why?' she whispered once. The man, unable to answer only whimpered before the storm hit. Without any warning, Ara ripped through his head with only one question "why?". The screams that came out of his mouth were blood-curdling, but that didn't stop Ara. She didn't care what she found, but she kept pulling away at all his thoughts until he was laying on the floor, his mind too broken to manage his body.

Ara fell to her knees, her own head pounding against her skull and tears streaming down her face. All those girls had spent their whole lives in those wretched labs, getting experimented on ruthlessly and then thrown out when they were of no more use. They didn't deserve any of it, especially not the end they had faced.

A reassuring hand placed itself on Ara's shoulder, calmly guiding her up and out of the cells.

'I'll finish up here. You should go get some rest,' Hyun whispered. Ara nodded, wondering how she would ever be able to rest after losing so many lives right in front of her eyes.

An extra-long chapter!! Hope you guys enjoyed!

And I'll warn everyone right now; if you can't tell already, this story will include many triggering scenes, lots of blood and gore and death. A lot of my characters have gone through several forms of trauma and if anyone is uncomfortable with these themes, I advise you to stop reading.

Other than that, please proceed! :)

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