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90stvshowgoth · 3 years

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—THE BET

summary: you thought that as a member of the phantom troupe you were supposed to be smarter than this, yet here you were betting against hisoka. everyone knew that hisoka was a master at poker, cards were his weapon after all, but you couldn’t resist wagering one more bet on a drinking game.

w/c: 4587

tags: dubcon, drunk sex, creampie, blood kink, hate sex, begging, brat taming

a/n: this originally started as a chrollo oneshot, you can kinda tell from how the opening paragraph is about him, but once i started writing the poker game i was like “okay no i gotta make this its own thing,�� and because of that decision we now have loose ends getting ch.3 rn :) also no, i couldn’t help but kinda reference phantom of the opera cause it slaps and nobody can tell me otherwise. also, no, before anyone asks, this is a oneshot. it aint getting a sequel.

big thanks to the lovely miss @sealedrosewater for beta reading this clownfucking nightmare.

The heist had gone off without a hitch, Chrollo’s plan worked like a charm and before the night was out you had all flawlessly extracted each and every one of the gilded texts being held in the museum. You still remembered the childlike gleam in your boss’ eyes as he ran his fingers over the aged leather, its binding parchment laced with gold. The faintest ghost of a smile fled from his pallid lips as he admired his new conquest. It made your chest swell with pride, happy to help the man you respected so much. Besides, your cut was nothing to sneeze at.

Your rendezvous was inside a long-abandoned opera theatre where dust clung to the red velvet of the seats and the chandelier was seemingly hanging by a thread; your boss always had a flair for the dramatics. Once all members of the spider had finished reconvening at the empty theatre to gather their spoils it wasn’t long before someone, probably Uvogin, brought out the drinks. Nobunaga had already begun nursing a rum and coke, all while Feitan kept turning down Shal’s insistence to “Just try some, Fei,” Even Shizuku cracked open one of the ice-cold bottles, knocking back an impressive swig. As soon as you saw Machi pulling out a deck of cards you knew you had to stay for the after party.

Unfortunately, the same couldn’t be said of your leader. He’d gone to his room with the book you recovered tucked under his arm. A few other members who couldn’t be bothered took after your leader and went off to whichever side room they’d stashed a futon in the week prior; the Phantom Troupe’s equivalent of picking out a bedroom. A shame, really. You’d seen Feitan drunk once before and it was truly a sight to behold.

You sat crosslegged on the wooden floor, watching your comrades slowly get comfortable for a night of fun. Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat above you, looking up to see Pakunoda with a soft smile on her face and an opened beer in her outstretched hand.

“Paku, have I ever told you how much I love you?” You couldn’t help but shower the woman with praise. She had been the one who recommended you to Chrollo after all, and she served as your mentor for your first few months until you found your feet.

She scoffed at the compliment, “Far too much,”

Sticking your tongue out playfully at the mindreader, you took a deep sip of beer, enjoying the familiar taste. Paku sat down beside you and it wasn’t long before the two of you were drinking shoulder to shoulder.

“Machi! Deal us in,” You raised your drink to the transmuter and she flicked two cards towards you both.

Scooting away from Paku, you quickly scanned the cards you’d received before pressing them face down. A queen and an ace. Not great, but not awful either.

The others had formed a haphazard circle, each glancing at their cards with an unreadable poker face. Well, all except Hisoka, who seemed pleased as punch with whatever hand he’d been dealt. Silently, Nobunaga took out two coins and threw them into the center— the Troupe’s house rules counting it to be equivalent to 2 billion jenny.

“Call,” you answered, matching the swordsman’s bet with an unreadable expression on your face.

“Oh? Well then, I’ll raise you,” Hisoka purred, pushing five extra chips into the pot without breaking his gaze from yours.

‘What was he planning?’ That smug look of his just made you want to win that much more. The same seemed to be true of everyone else, each calling the clown’s bet in a row. After all, to a member of the Phantom Troupe, five billion jenny wasn’t that much of a loss.

When Machi turned up the first three cards your heart skipped a beat. Two queens and a seven. Winning a round of poker against some of the smartest criminals the world had ever known was an uphill battle, seeing as how you’d been a member for years without winning a single game.

‘Three of a kind already... what should I do?’ Your face was as stone-cold as before, even with the excitement bubbling in your gut. As nonchalantly as you could, you raised another two billion. At that, Uvo and Shizuku both folded, the enhancer grumbling with a disappointed frown.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I haven’t got enough coins~” Hisoka slapped down a twenty, and a chorus of annoyed groans broke out like a choir, the abandoned theatre’s acoustics amusingly echoed the loud noises of displeasure.

After that little stunt only three others remained: Pakunoda, who’s facade hadn’t cracked all game, Nobunaga, who was glaring daggers at Hisoka, and the aforementioned magician holding up his cards in front of him like a child playing for the first time.

All three of you matched his bet, but none were happy about it. As Machi flipped over the fourth card you found yourself holding your breath. Not because you particularly cared about the money at stake, but because you felt closer to a victory than you had in months. The caricature of a medieval jester being illuminated under the light made you dig your nails into the palm of your hand.

Joker. That meant you had four queens.

It never felt harder to fight a smile off your face than in that moment. Without betraying your excitement, you called, and to your surprise so did Hisoka. Was he bluffing? Or did he have something else in mind? Nobunaga took a deep breath, knocking back the rest of his drink before calling alongside Pakunoda.

All eyes were on the card beneath Machi’s fingertips, the seconds it took to turn the paper on its head filled the theatre with a suspense liable to bring its fragile walls to the ground.

An eight of hearts. Oh well, no big deal.

Nobunaga muttered a curse under his breath, revealing a simple jack and ten of the same suit. Pakunoda was unreadable when she showed the pair of kings she held in her hands. She must’ve thought that the three of a kind would’ve won her the game. The smile on your face felt sweeter after holding it in the whole round, and Nobunaga rolled his eyes when he saw your hand, pushing the pot towards you.

“Well, look at that~” Your victory was interrupted by Hisoka’s insufferable tone, the cards he held up making your jaw drop.

A nine and a jack of hearts. A straight flush.

“That’s bullshit!” You cried, enraged over the loss. It wasn’t even that you cared so much about losing, It only mattered because you lost to him. In an instant you had summoned your nen into the palms of your hands, ready to lunge at the clown when Pakunoda grasped your shoulders, holding you back. Sometimes you forgot how much brute strength was hidden under that pantsuit.

“Just flip a coin, don’t give him what he wants.” Your first reaction was to ignore her, squirming against her iron grip to try and get to Hisoka, who was dramatically scooping all your winnings into his arms.

Uvogin tossed yet another empty beer can over his head, “C’mon Paku, I say let ‘em fight,”

“I concur~” The magician chirped, dramatically stacking each and every coin he’d won while boring his yellow eyes right into yours. His tongue parted his lips, a manic excitement hiding behind the coy expression.

Although every muscle in your body screamed at you to rip into him, you knew you wouldn’t win. He knew your abilities and you couldn’t say for certain you knew all of his.

“Never-mind,” You spat the words out at him like they tasted sour, “You’d probably get off on it anyways.”

A few laughs from the peanut gallery followed your words and Hisoka shrugged, the intense bloodlust from a few seconds ago vanishing as if he’d changed his mind about fighting you on a whim. “You may be right, darling,” your face scrunched up at the nickname you knew he only used to get on your nerves, which it did. “but what if we played a different game?”

Despite how badly you just wanted to ignore him and laugh the night away with all but one of your comrades, you couldn’t turn down the idea of a rematch. Your pride wasn’t nothing to you. “What kind of game?” You asked hesitantly.

He hummed, standing up from the towers of coin he’d made, sauntering over to the cooler of drinks Franklin had provided. After digging around the cold box he pulled out a bottle of fruity tequila and two empty shot glasses.

Your eyes narrowed at the “innocent” smile on his face, looking over to Pakunoda for reassurance.

“You’ll kill him if he spikes my drink, right?” You asked your mentor, who nodded resolutely.

Paku was staring at Hisoka like she was already thinking of ten different ways how to kill him. After sizing him up she flashed you a reassuring nod, “Without question.”

Resolute in your decision, you marched forward, snatching one of the shot glasses from his hand. The stage lights shone above him, making his eyes gleam like the plastic gloss of a doll.

“Shall we begin, then?”

You raised an eyebrow, “What are the rules first?”

He waved his hand in the air, brushing it off, “Nothing too complex, I assure you. The first one who taps out will lose. The loser will do something for the winner. That’s all.”

You still weren’t convinced it could be that simple. “What’s the catch?”

That smirk from before returned to his painted face and he suddenly leaned forward, feeling far too close for comfort. Still, you didn’t step away, your face expressionless as he whispered into your ear. If you did you felt like he’d somehow win whatever stand-still the two of you had on.

“If I lose, I’ll leave the Phantom Troupe,” You reeled away, stunned at his declaration.

Being accepted into the Troupe was the best moment of your life, it always would be. When you looked into the mirror at the tattoo that curled under your ribcage you felt such a warm swell of pride. You couldn’t imagine throwing it all away over some drinking game.

“And...” You blinked rapidly, trying to collect yourself, “If I lose?”

The laugh that echoed from his chest was far from reassuring.

The evening slowly ran into the early morning, each of the other Troupe members wandering off eventually in varying stages of drunkenness. Even Pakunoda headed off to bed after confirming that Hisoka hadn’t spiked your drinks with anything other than a strawberry vodka base. It was unnerving at first, to be completely alone with Omokage’s replacement. Luckily his tastes ran strong, and your vision was spinning before your knew it.

“Match.” Another shot went down your throats, the taste disgustingly sweet, and you watched as his Adam’s apple tensed from the burn.

You’d long since stopped counting how many drinks you’d had, losing track once you got to the double digits. You were both using nen to reinforce yourselves, obviously, but it wasn’t infallible.

‘How is he so good at this?’ You wondered, because as the bottle ran low you started to question just what had made you so confident as to enter a bet with Hisoka in the first place.

“My dear, why not rest for a minute? At least try to enjoy each others company?” His legs were crossed, resting his hand on his palm as he not-so-subtly checked you out. It wasn’t uncommon, and certainly not unexpected from someone like him, but what you hated wasn’t just the nerve of him, but how it made you feel. His scrutiny sent chills down your spine, the unnerving edge to his tone only making you shift your thighs together to relieve some of the pressure.

“You’re the worst, Hisoka,” you knocked back two consecutive shots, unable to hide the wince it caused on your face. Good, you wanted it to sting. Anything to take your mind off the magician in front of you.

He pouted as he poured another row of drinks, “Aw, now why’s that?”

You answered his question with another, pointing towards the half-empty bottle of liquor, “Whats in this, really?”

The magician rolled his eyes, “I did pick an unopened bottle for a reason, dear, I do so want you to trust me.”

Without much fanfare he threw back four shots, over your stunned reaction.

“Just give up already, Darling~ I promise to make it worth your while,” You were reaching your limit for sure, but you were far to stubborn to give up without a fight.

“Fuck you,” you took the first of your next four shots slowly, not managing his fast pace.

He grinned a cheshire smile, “Oh, say that again, will you?”

If he were to call you out on the blush slowly spreading across your nose you’d just blame the alcohol, but the truth was that his words just egged you on even more to the point where you were almost—barely even considering...

“What do you mean, make it worth my while?”

He leaned forward like a cat, agile and silent, whispering his words against your temple, “I’ll tell you how I won that hand,” He got you, hook, line, and sinker.

“You’ll tell me how you cheated?”

Hisoka nodded, a clawed hand coming to stroke a stray piece of hair behind your ear, the action far too intimate for someone like him.

There was no way you’d win against him in this match, that much was clear from the very sober way Hisoka held himself against you, inhumanly still, so what did you have to lose?

‘Your dignity,’ A part of you answered back, but it wasn’t all that convincing. You’d left your dignity behind four shots ago.

“If I lose...”

“If you lose,” He mouthed the words into your cheek, his eyes closed in thought, “You do know what I’ve decided my prize shall be, right?” Of course you knew what he wanted. You weren’t stupid, and the way he nuzzled himself into your neck was far from subtle.

Were you actually so desperate to learn how you lost that you’d sleep with him?

No, you weren’t. But the ache between your legs was getting harder to ignore, and the idea that you could write off what you were about to do behind the excuse of gathering intel sounded like a win-win.

You dug your hands into his hair, not trying to be anything but rough, basking in the moan that spilled from his lips, breath hot against your neck before you yanked him back to meet your gaze.

“Fine. You win, Hisoka,” He smirked, and although he was on his knees he still towered over you, “so how did you cheat?”

Before you could blink his hand had wrapped around your throat, the magician slamming your head into the wood of the stage. You’d had plenty of time to block the damage with your hatsu but the action left your brain rattling inside your skull.

“I’ll tell you later,” He promised, the disorienting blur was slow to fade from the alcohol, and distantly you could feel his other hand stroke your face, his nails like filed daggers trailing over your cheekbones.

“What to do with my prize, then, hm?” He mused, tilting your head from left to right as if examining a block of wood he was about to carve. You coughed on impulse when he let go of your neck, guiding it up instead and taking both your small hands into his palm with an iron grip.

With a flick of his wrist he drew a card, the eight of hearts, seemingly out of nowhere, his nen sharpening it into a thin blade, “Don’t move,”

“Wait... Hisoka, don’t—!” You were far too late to stop him, the frigid air of the ghostly theatre rushing to meet the bare skin of your chest.

Your shirt fell to ribbons along with your bra and you thrashed desperately in his grasp, angry over the loss of your favorite top. He paid your escape attempt no mind, enraptured with the way your tits rose and fell with the timing of your breath and the way you tried to wriggle yourself free.

Still holding your hands to the floor above you, his head bent to wrap a skilled tongue around your tits, a soft sigh involuntarily falling away from you.

“I fuckin’ ha-ate you, Hisoka—ah,” His teeth bit down on your peak at the comment, peering up at you from under his fiery hair.

“Oh? Then why is it you’re moaning like a little whore?” He shifted his weight above you and you saw an opportunity.

You kicked with all your strength between his legs, pulling your knee back and shoving him off with a dig of your shoe into his stomach, “I’m not, don’t call me that shit!”

He actually loosened his grip on you clearly not intending for you to get free from his grasp, a choked sound of what you thought was pain devolving to something much more heated as he stared into you.

“You... are well worth the wait, my dear,” His bloodlust seeped out from every pore, grounding you to the spot. You could usually hold your own against someone like him but it wasn’t hard to see the disadvantage you were at.

Within a fraction of a second he was on you, twisting your waist in his clawed grasp until your ass was hiked into the air, a sharpened playing card slicing through the denim until he could rip it from your legs, yelp echoing like music in the long-silent theatre.

“I knew you’d have some fight left in you,” He crawled forward and you started to realize why he wore exclusively baggy pants, his length hot against you through the fabric as his hips caged you in. As he began to remove that street-performer getup he always wore he’d occasionally curl his hand around your waist to mercifully tug on your ignored clit, your groans muffled and cursed, “I love it. That resilience? It just turns me on.”

You could feel your confidence fade as he tugged those sweatpants down, the weight of him grinding into your ass made all your bravado vanish.

“It will make it so much more satisfying...” He pointed his finger upwards, and suddenly your hands became magnetized to each other, no amount of struggle even budging the rubbery nen substance. “...when I break you.”

Without warning he slid himself inside you, hands holding your hips still as he forced your back into an arch. You couldn’t move even if you wanted to, the flailing of your bound arms useless as he shallowly began pumping his cock deeper inside you.

Your muffled curses whispered into the floor made him laugh, pulling his hand back and cruelly slapping the vulnerable flesh of your ass without a warning.

“Wh.. Why?”

“Because, darling, I want to hear you beg for me.” He pouted, teasing your clenched walls with only the tip of his slick head.

Despite the desire coursing through your veins you still had your pride in tact, “Never gonna happen, asshole.”

Gripping your hips, he dug himself into your dripping cunt as far as he could, both of you unrestrained with a moan at the feeling of his cock brushing near your cervix, your hips traitorously snapping back to meet his eager thrusts, movement near impossible as Hisoka forced you into the ground.

You cried out softly with each quick pull and stretch, only able to say his name one syllable at a time,

“Hi-so—kah...” It was hard to turn your head to the side from his brutal pace but somehow you manage, craning yourself in order to see him; His head was thrown back with a sheer bliss softening his glistening skin, his eyes closed and lips parted. The sight made your keening grow louder, the simple image of him losing himself in your twitching pussy sending a wave of slick dripping around his length.

He must’ve felt your gaze on him because soon enough his was staring at you, his pupils blown wide with desire in a way that made them look like a sun eclipsed, black outlined with a ring of fiery gold.

All at once his hips froze, digging his cock so far as to leave an indent in your pelvis. For a confused second you thought he’d finished, but his gaze was cruel and focused, his lips in a smirk, and you felt no more full than you had a moment ago. He was doing this on purpose.

“Wait, no-nono, wh..y?” You hiccuped, taking his break as a moment to wipe unshed tears from your glossy eyes.

He sighed, “I don’t like repeating myself, darling,” He accentuated the infuriating nickname with a slap to your thigh, face unchanged as he trailed his sharpened fingertips along the reddening skin.

“His..oh.. fuck, Hisoka—“ The banished tears returned, falling silently down your pink face as you whispered, “please,”

“Hmm? Sorry, I couldn’t hear you, my dear, mind saying that again?

Your voice hiccuped as you spoke, “Please, alright? Please,” You thought it’d be enough, that he might finally go back to toying with your clit while he fucked you into the old floorboards, but you’d underestimated the magician’s self-control.

Innocently, he tilted his head, “Please what, dear? Please hit you again?” Hisoka didn’t blink as he slowly brought up his palm, giving you plenty of time to try and wiggle free from your punishment just to show off how futile escape really was, lashing his hand down on the same patch of skin as before, grinning at the shriek he yanked from your lungs.

“No! No, fu-uck.. just—“ You whimpered, brain seemingly disconnected from your mouth as you struggled to form the words, “just fuck me, Hisoka, please.”

“Look at you, huh? You were a slut after all,” He purred, letting the weight of your words hang lifeless in the air along with your stubborn pride. Before you could argue again his hand had returned to your clit, pace unforgiving as he pulled your nerves ever closer to snapping only to halt the second he grew bored, “Say it,”

Mindlessly, you nodded your head, “I’m yours, I’m your slut, Hisoka,” you intentionally clenched yourself around him, mumbling lucid pleas for more as his hard cock twitched, pre cum dripping from your heat onto the floor as your conscience trying to deny what your body so willingly accepted, “want you to fuck me, Hisoka, fu-ck,” you whined, the still presence inside your sensitive walls drove you insane.

With each word a truly unhinged aura began to surround him, and by extension, you, the intoxicating menace dripping over you like a drug as you faced forward once again, wiggling your ass as best you could in his grip.

That was his breaking point, ripping you away from his cock only to drive himself back in, digging the full blade of his nails into your hips, blood pooling around the crescent cuts.

“Fuck, ah.. Darling, ‘doing so good, so good’fr me-ah,” He slurred his words together, more drunk on you than the vodka as he leaned back, forcing you to meet him as his thrusts became so quick that it was getting hard to breathe, your ribcage creaking with discomfort as you were nailed into the stage.

“M..o-re, more...” You begged, and he was happy to oblige. the smearing crimson of blood running hot down your thighs, the pain only making you more pliant in his sculptor’s hands as he folded your body however he liked, ignoring your pained weep from the stretch as he slung one of your bleeding legs over his shoulder.

It was almost weird to hear him say your actual name, so often he used a pet name to mock or flirt with you, sometimes both, “So good for me like this, taking me so goo-uh,” He choked on his words as your cunt tightened around him, your hands clinging for balance in his hair, and Hisoka clearly didn’t mind if the slew of moans from his lips was any indication.

The angle his hips cut into had the edges of your vision turning into a vignette, “I’m close, so close, gonna cum inside you, yeah? Right here,” The hand that had been toying with your clit changed angles, his fingertips spinning spirals onto your aching bud while the flat of his hand pushed against your stomach, your shout swallowed by his pretty lips, tongue toying with yours.

“Ye-es cum inn-side me,” You were too far gone to care, anything he said sounded good as long as he said it in that sultry purr, arms numb as they lay suspended above your head.

“Take it, take it, Darling,” With what little strength you had left you curved your calf beside his neck, pulling him in until his cock brushed your cervix, the pain indistinguishable from the pleasure, “Uhn, cumm-fuck, i’m cumming—“

His cum was thick, the curve of his cock jutting inside you as he filled you up, mercifully swallowing your hallowed scream as he kissed you deeply, almost all feeling in your raised leg lost until he lowered it to his waist, involuntarily snapping his hips up although they had nowhere left to go until your moan turned into a broken sob of lingering bliss.

“Shh, dear, I’ve got you,” With a whirl of his wrist your arms were free of his bungee gum, shakily pulling them to your sides again as he pressed open-mouthed kisses along your neck, whispering a slurred mess of sweet words, stopping to suck a particularly deep hickey into the vein of your flesh.

“Hisoka, quit it!” Your fight had returned along with feeling to your fingertips as you wrenched him back by the hair, his cock jumping.a bit inside you at the grip, “I’ll have to wear sweaters for weeks now, you jerk.”

The capillaries had already begun to burst as he laughed, reaching up behind your head to pull his discarded top forward, digging out what looked like a piece of smooth cleaning cloth from its pocket and lying it over your neck with a simple point of his finger, gyo revealing the pink gum of his aura that controlled it before he smoothed the fabric over your skin, the texture so light you could barely feel it.

“A deal’s a deal, love, I’ll tell you how I cheated,” He smiled as satisfied and smug as he could ever be, a tingling sensation overtaking the patch of covered skin.

As he pulled your hand away you ran your fingers over the cloth, not finding a seam among the normal tone of your chest. Eyes wide as you looked at him for answers he was already happy to provide, “It’s called texture surprise. I can apply it to any flat surface and change its appearance. It’s quite handy,”

“It works on skin, paper, even playing cards,” You felt like an idiot. During the match you kept analyzing him for a sleight of hand trick all while he was using a second nen technique to win. It was so simple but genius, and you felt a little bit better knowing you weren’t outwitted by something obvious.

“You’re the worst, Hisoka,”

He chuckled, kissing along the new unblemished canvas of your neck, “I know~”

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mariemarvelbear · 3 years

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Poison

Bear note: Boo! Hi again! This is my third attempt of writing about the avengers x reader. Hope you’re all doing well!

Gifs are not mine.Credits to the owners.

Warning: Mentions of battle and blood. Descriptive mentions of pain. Angst. Use of substance=Poison (I guess you can get that from the title already..)

Summary: A supposed to be easy mission with Steve and Bucky, but as hours passed-you started experiencing agonizing pain.

Pairing: None romantically. Just Avengers x Fem! Reader

Part 1: Time to go Home

Taking out your pistols, grenades and a few more ammunition- you gave out a sigh of relief as you smiled at Bucky and Steve who was doing the same thing. “Y’all right, doll?” The brunette mumbled- The Captain giving you a weary look too. “Yeah, Just tired. You guys?” Both of the men nodded. It was two in the morning and the three of you just got back at the Headquarters from a small mission in a Hydra base nearby. It wasn’t really a hard mission, you just had to extract some data from the base-which also meant killing a few guys, then make sure that there were no habitants in the area nor near it. It took the three of you an hour to finish everything, which was already a long time- and you blamed yourself; You’ve been feeling a little off when the mission begun. Begun-Which was when there were HYDRA agents who tried to fight you and the two super soldiers. It was like a flu, crippling in your skin yet you just cannot point it out truly. But even so, you just can’t bring it to yourself to tell the two men. Steve knocking out men left and right in an orderly fashion-quick and pain-free; Because for him, even though they are villains and evil, they still don’t deserve to die in pain. While for the other guy, that’s a different story. Bucky’s kicks and punches were all over the place, not minding their grunts or groans. And you, the newest avenger-well you just tried to kill anyone who somehow got closer to you without the two men already finishing them off. So, for fifty minutes- you just fought like a maniac and didn’t bother the odd feeling crippling in your body.

��Taking out your vest, finally being able to breathe as you were only left with the black long sleeves of your tactical gear. Throwing the big ass of a bullet-proof vest and handing it to the robot that takes anyone’s gear after a mission, so Tony and his team can fix it before another mission begin. Fishing out your phone, you gazed down on your period tracker to see if you’re about to get your period as it can be the reason of your iffy feeling; and as the screen flashed five more days in; you became more worried. “Tony’s asking for you guys.” A small voice creeped in, making the three of you looked at the door from the ammunition room. Maria smiled “He’s at the lab with Dr. Banner.” Giving thanks, Maria exited as you guys followed her.

“How was the job?” Maria smiled, slowing down her pace to walk with you as the super soldiers’ pace were nothing compared to you. “T’was fine. I missed kicking some asses.” Bucky joked, earning a chuckle from the captain “I was asking about Y/N.” You snickered, agreeing with Bucky “Yeah, I guess beating up some men are now my definition of fun too.” The three of them laughed, but you could only give a chuckle as a shot of pain from your hip, caught you off guard-stopping from your tracks as you held onto it. Your brows etching with worry as Maria, too, stopped. “Everything alright?” This made the two soldiers stop on their tracks, Bucky already on his way to you. “Were you hit or something?” Maria pointed out, which Bucky automatically turned down as he rambled how you guys killed any agent in the field before they can even fire their weapons. Which you agreed to, and it’s been at least thirty minutes since you’ve guys arrived- if you were hit, there should’ve been blood seeping through. “Maybe it’s just a back pain, I’ve been having them a lot lately.”

Bucky snickered “You’re old, grandma.” Rolling your eyes “Please sergeant, I’m not the one who’s a hundred years old.” You eyed Steve, who’s eyes finally lightened up as you finally gave a snarky remark. “I can tell Stark to just give you the notes of this debriefing, you can see Helen if you want to. Just to be sure.” Maria suggested. About to reply, you were cut off by a bag of blueberry “What’s wrong kiddo? You okay? Do we have to stitch you up? Bruce can do that, but dibs on the time of death. Please?” Bucky glared at the guy, earning a scoff from the billionaire- face dusty with some remnants of smoke, or ink? “You’ll go first blueberry boy.” Joking, you opened the bag of snacks and munched on them “It’s nothing. My back just hurts, I really hate paper works.” Your eyes widened when you realized you said the last part too loud as Bruce laughed “Well then, as of June 9 of 2021; 2:37 in the morning- You are officially the head of proof-reading all papers from the laboratory team of Starks Industry.” Groaning you apologized to Tony “ Just joking. But, if that’s the case-maybe I should get you the chair Peter and Pietro begged for last week. It’s the latest ergonomic chair, helps with your posture and support-Spidey said.” Now that you think of it, Peter did mention something last week about him using Tony’s cards again. “Hmmm, I’ll look into that Boss.” “Ugh. You’re annoying lab-rat, It’s Tony or Tones or Best-Guy-In-The-World. But don’t bother, I’ll order one for you later.” You rolled your eyes but thanked the heavens and Tony’s soul. He’s a jerk; but a good friend. After dissing Tony with Bucky, and Maria and Steve discuss with Bruce about the mission-You finally chirped up “So, what’s this about? Do we have another HYDRA base to infiltrate? Because, I’ll be honest- I’m beat.” Bucky agreed, placing his shoulders on you as Bruce finally spoke “There’s a slight issue with the mission.”

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candychronicles · 3 years

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bodyguard // s. todoroki

A/N: my take on the rockstar/band/performer au for bnharem! i’m not a big fan of au’s normally but this one was a lot of fun to write! todoroki is definitely ooc in this one but i took a lot of liberties with his character in order to better fit the au storyline.

CHARACTER PAIRING: Todoroki Shouto x F!Reader

WORD COUNT: 5,091

WARNINGS: mentions of blood, gore, fighting, death, oral sex (f!receiving)

SYNOPSIS: you were in it for the money, he was an unhinged popstar. how could you two ever possibly get along?

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the days at work were tiring, the nights even longer, but the pay was good and it was always satisfying to make a grown man cry as you knocked him to his knees and manhandled him away from your client.

Todoroki Shouto, one of the elite, the famed, the rich, and absolutely fucking annoying. sure, he was hot (anyone with an eye could see that) but he was just like everyone else in his industry: a cocky bastard. you didn’t mind his lifestyle too much except when it interfered with his job, like having to pry off whiny people who clung to him like their life depended on it, and for some, it probably did.

his biggest claim to fame was being in a now wildly famous band, namely the main singer. he was charming with a sultry voice and a personality that oozed confidence but he wasn’t always that way. in fact, he was originally a shy, anxiety ridden teen when he first joined, not sure how to use his voice or deal with people coming up to him in the streets. the life he lived was sheltered before that, training under his dad to take over the family business, but when sweet, innocent Todoroki confessed that he much rather be artsy and sing at the age of sixteen, things quickly changed for him. his father, Todoroki Enji, tried to convince him otherwise, told him that he didn’t know how the real world worked and that he would never be successful, but Shouto wouldn’t budge and eventually Enji caved in, or so it seemed.

Enji immediately enrolled Shouto in lessons, instructing him to shape up or ship out. if he couldn’t become successful in the industry, he would take over his father’s business instead, but that didn’t happen. Shouto excelled in lessons, blowing his instructors away with his timbre and control. he was a natural, and frankly, good enough to be a star. they weren’t so concerned with his stoic yet endearing personality. they had broken enough pop stars, molded them to be perfect model citizens, so what was one more?

the plan backfired immensely. as Shouto’s talent grew, Enji seeked out the biggest in the game, convincing them to give his son a chance at stardom. while reluctant, the board agreed, not wanting to piss off one of the most powerful men in Japan but were thoroughly surprised at the fact that his kid didn’t suck at all. in fact, he was actually good, really, really good.

they signed him immediately, whisking him away into the life of fame and fortune at the young age of seventeen. his range, the slight rasp to his tone and the ability to reach into somebody's soul and pluck the very feelings they try to hide so deeply from it’s depths pushed him towards the life of a rockstar. the freedom he had never been able to experience living at home pushed him over the edge and spiraled him out of control.

Todoroki drank, smoked, and fucked his way through cities big and small, getting himself into a lot of trouble along the way. the behavior went on for years, only getting worse as time went on. nobody seemed to be able to get control over the boy with the pretty hair and wild scar. after almost killing several women and one of his bandmates in a drunk driving accident, his team, label, and most importantly his father had enough.

the conversation between the two did not go well. Shouto was now an adult, legally free and clear from his father’s power. he had his own money, enough to live comfortably for awhile, even if he dropped the band, and all of the repressed rage, longing and anger that was pent up from his childhood. he was not stopping his lifestyle for anyone. that was, until you came along.

you were always a scrapper, getting yourself in trouble more times than you could count. it was just in your nature to defend those who couldn’t defend themselves and you spent many days on the playground beating up the bullies who picked on the sweet girl braiding flowers into her hair, or the boy who liked to play with baby dolls instead of trucks.

as you got older, your fights got fewer and farther in between, at least when it came to the public.

when you turned sixteen and kicked some kid who was trying to look up your skirt so hard in the chin that he saw stars, you were approached by a few men who slid you a card and told you if you wanted to make money fighting, come meet them.

you were a dumb kid and instead of running in the opposite direction and telling the police, you showed up at the seemingly dingy door behind the alley of a fairly run down ramen restaurant. knocking on the door and rocking back on your heels, you waited to see what would happen. it took a few seconds before a panel slid open, allowing you to see nothing but someone’s eyes peering at you in the mid-afternoon sun. hesitantly, you raised the business card in your hand, showing it to the person and jumping in surprise as the panel slammed shut and the door creaked open, inviting you in.

you nodded your head politely at who you realized was a rather bulky, burly man, before a woman dressed in a silky black dress plucked the card delicately from your hand and led you through the hallway. when she opened the door, you were taken aback by the scene.

people of all shapes and sizes stood cheering as two rather muscular men fought in an arena across the room. spit and blood flew across the floor as the two pummeled each other over and over again before one tapped out, the other man raising his fist in the air in victory. you stood, gaze fixed on the scene in front of you, blood racing at the thought of you being in the ring.

“addicting, isn’t it?” the woman whispered in your ear, a knowing smile on her face before she gently took you by the sleeve and guided you away from the screams and shouts into a private room that was much quieter.

you sat down in front of a man who was rather tall and thin, graying hair across his head and a clean shaven face.

“so, i heard you’re a good fighter. how good do you think you are?”

“uh-” you stuttered, not sure how to respond, “i think i can kick someone’s ass if i have a reason to.”

“is money a good enough reason for you?”

“money is a nice reward, yeah, yeah it is,” you confirmed, not pondering the question over for a second.

“good, you start on Saturday. come in comfy clothes that you won’t mind getting sweaty and dirty in. you’re my new ace, a secret weapon. give it six months time and you’ll be defeating guys like that out there in seconds.”

and defeat you did. over and over again, men, women, anyone who thought they were better than you were defeated by your own fists. you worked hard and then some, through literal sweat, blood and tears, to reach the status of champion of the underworld by the age of eighteen.

you were a wild card, unpredictable in your stature. you didn’t have hulking muscles and a sturdy frame, but what you did have was speed, the element of surprise, and the ability to calculate in a split second, all of which allowed you to defeat your enemies time and time again. this relative victory didn’t come without your share of sacrifices: hiding the bruises, blackened eyes and bloody lips from your family as you trained relentlessly, having to figure out a way to manage the steady flow of income that started coming your way as you fought in your first official matches, defeat after defeat as you trained, chipping a tooth and having it promptly filled in like nothing happened, having to learn how to disarm and fire a gun, work with knives and most importantly, losing a bit of your empathy along the way.

it came as no surprise when people who were much more powerful and much, much richer started taking an interest in you, placing large bets upon your head at some of the higher staked matches, a feat you worked your way up to after many years. you never failed to disappoint, knowing that these fights were the ones that mattered the most, the ones that brought you, and your boss, the biggest pools of money.

it was at one of these fights on a dreary, rainy night that you met Todoroki Enji, a hulking man that failed to intimidate you. you were used to people his size and bigger thinking he could take advantage of someone like you and it only made you chuckle thinking of how easy it would be to have him on his knees in seconds.

“i’ve made a proposal to your boss that he couldn’t refuse. he said he couldn’t and wouldn’t force you to do anything, but since you’re quite motivated by money, i think you’ll be intrigued by my offer,” he started, sitting down next to you in one of the VIP booths, sliding his business card on the table with a sly smile.

you were interested and entertained him, listening to him ramble about his shitty kid and his bad behavior. amused, you sipped on your drink as you absorbed his rants and whines about the negative reputation his kid was creating for himself, how he abused his freedom and power to the fullest extent and how his life was spiraling out of control.

“what does this have to do with me, exactly?” you finally questioned, setting your drink down and turning to face him, eyes met squarely with his own.

“i’d like to hire you to be his personal bodyguard.”

“sounds like he needs a babysitter, not a bodyguard,” you retorted, getting ready to stand up and move away from this blathering idiot.

when he spit out a number so outrageous, however, you sat back down, now thoroughly intrigued by the situation at hand. satisfied that he had your full attention, he went into details, laying down a fairly thin stack of papers in front of you as you listened to every detail.

“so let me get this straight. i’m to be his personal bodyguard, keep his shitty behavior a little more under control, whip him up into shape sort of situation. that’s it? and i’ll get paid that much for being a glorified babysitter?”

“you will have to protect him, of course. there are some crazy fans out there that climb windows, seduce themselves into his bed, stalk him, chase him down, but i don’t think it’s anything that, with your expertise, you can’t handle.”

you continued to ponder the situation before gesturing him to continue with his story. he rambled for another moment or two before picking up the papers and going over them with you: standard non-disclosure agreements, a detailed list of your job description and a contract agreement that he was subleasing you through your boss.

after a few minutes of reading the contracts over and discussing them with your boss, you agreed to the scenario, locking yourself into what would be a rather entertaining six months.

the first time you met Todoroki, he instantly tried to hit on you, but when his hand lowered down to grab your ass, you had him on his knees with his left hand behind his back before he could even blink. after that encounter, your conversations were curt. he knew what you were here for and he wasn’t about to let you get his way.

what he wasn’t expecting was for you to be so relaxed about the whole situation. he still drank, still partied, fucked almost whatever girl or guy he wanted, but anytime things got too out of hand, you stepped in, firm but gentle, guiding the crying groupies out of his bedroom after their time was over, driving him every time he got too drunk, cutting him off from any supplies when he was getting out of hand and most importantly, keeping him safe during his travels.

he never realized how much danger he was always in until you mitigated the problems with ease. he just assumed that being assaulted on the daily was something that came with being in the public until you broke some robbers finger when they tried to swipe the wallet out of his own back pocket. after that, he almost clung to you like a koala on a tree anytime he was out in public. you provided stability in a time where he was drowning in his own worries.

that didn’t mean he was ever nice to you though. in reality, he was actually sometimes meaner to you, the simple fact that some girl could be stronger than him set him off, always feeling on edge around you. you weren’t necessarily quiet, offering up any and all small bits and pieces about yourself that he ever wanted to know, but he never really knew you: not your last name, where you were from, if you had any siblings, parents, where you went to school, what your job was, who you were on the inside. it bugged him like crazy to know what your favorite color was and that you liked cheese on your ramen but not anything important, anything he wanted to know.

you liked to keep it that way, however, and would stay as friendly yet aloof as possible. this was a job to you, a job that would set you up easy for awhile and gave you a break from fighting for the most part. you wouldn’t admit to yourself that you liked the man more than you would’ve expected. you felt the way he clung to you as fans swarmed him, the way he always looked to you in reassurance as you walked the streets at night, hearing his sobs in the shower, sobs that were so broken and confused. it showed to you a side of him that was vulnerable, that showed emotion.

he broke down towards the end of your stay, realizing a little too late how much easier it was for you to do your job when he was cooperative and nice. in fact, he began to be more open about enjoying your company and spending time with you. it made it harder for you to continue with your job knowing you were falling for the pretty rich boy, for the man you were hired to protect, for the man who looked at you like you could do no wrong but vehemently would deny it. you began enjoying the little moments with him, the stolen glances, the laughing. you didn’t know what changed in him but you were glad he was someone you could get along with. underneath that crazy exterior, he was just a guy who wanted a friend.

your six months came up relatively quickly. it sucked that your cushy job living in five star hotels, eating decadent meals and working out in state of the art facilities would be over soon but you felt yourself getting lazy, weak and losing your rather sharp edge. it was time to get back into the grind and despite your heart panging at the fact that you would leave the pretty boy with the angry and sad heart behind, you were ready to go.

your last night of work consisted of the final show in Tokyo. tens of thousands of guests were set to attend what would be the bands biggest concert ever. you were calm, cool and collected as always, but the singer, not so much.

he spent the day pacing back and forth, warming up his vocals, hydrating himself, stretching and generally doing his best to calm his nerves.

in a rare act of affection, you reached out to grab your hand with his own, looking him dead in the eye and telling him that this night would be one he would remember forever; and you were right, just not for the way either of you thought.

the show went amazing, the crowd loud and receptive, the choreography flawless, the singing perfect. Todoroki ran off stage with the biggest smile he had ever seen and in his own rare display of affection, twirled you around with ease, adrenaline still pumping through his system.

you congratulated him on the great show and waited patiently for him to remove all the makeup and his costume. he emerged a little while later, hair flat against his head, wet from the shower, sweatpants and an inconspicuous gray hoodie donning his body. you bid a pleasant farewell to his bandmates before escorting him back to the car. he had requested that you drive him back to the hotel and spend one final night in the comfortable hotel beds before you headed back to your hometown.

when you arrived, however, things felt quiet, a little too quiet, and the hair stood up on the back of your neck.

“Shouto, you need to get into the driver’s seat right now, turn on the car and lock it. do not let me in until i tell you to. do not get out of the car, okay?”

he began to question you but before he had a chance to argue, you were pushing him out of the way as a knife sliced towards him, figures cloaked in black emerging from the shadows.

one, two, three, four.

you counted out the four assailants as you shoved Shouto against the car, prompting him to unlock and scramble in through the back seat. only when you heard the click of the lock did you breathe a sigh of relief and begin your attack.

the first man with the knife was tall and lanky, using his height to his advantage, trying to overwhelm you, but with a quick kick to the back of his kneecaps, he went tumbling onto his knees. now shorter than you, you were able to control him by grabbing onto the top of his head and slamming it into the ground, effectively knocking him out.

one, two, three.

the next man thought his muscles would save the day, but his size lacked any true speed, and you were able to land fingers to his eyes, a punch square to his nose. a quick chokehold and he was knocked out against the concrete as well.

one, two.

they both came at once, knives flailing in the air as they sliced your way. one managed to gouge out a chunk of flesh in your arm but you paid no mind, too focused on the task at hand as you grabbed the knife with your hand and used the other arm to knock into their elbow, making them loosen their grip enough to let go of the blade that you then embedded into their shoulder. the other assailant took your distraction to swing the knife your way and as you were trying to dodge the serrated edge, used their other fist to swing up into your chin. you felt your teeth chatter against each other, blood mixing with saliva as you bit your tongue. spitting, you slammed your hand down against their wrist, grabbing the knife with your hand and yanking, not caring that it sliced into your palm as you flipped the weapon around to shove it into their abdomen.

with both men distracted, you slammed your fist against the car door, telling Shouto to quickly unlock it so you could get in. when you heard the telltale click, you instantly dove into the backseat, yelling at him to lock it and drive as fast as he could back to the hotel. he did as he was told with an eerie calmness to him, backing out and around the attackers that were attempting to survey the damage that had been dealt to them.

once you had made the relatively quick trip back to the hotel, you hurriedly jumped out of the car, telling Shouto to carry his own bags so you could be on alert if anything were to happen, scanning each and every corner for a possible other attack. thankfully, everything was safe as you made your way into his hotel room.

you dropped him off quietly, not even attempting to walk into his room, but only fifteen minutes had passed before he was knocking on your door, a first aid kit he had gotten from the front desk securely tucked under his arm.

you let him in without a word, locking the door behind you and turning to face him. before you had a chance to ask what he was doing there, he had dragged you into your rather grandiose bathroom, sitting you on the steps leading up to the jacuzzi tub and pulling out the contents of the kit onto the floor.

he began by assessing the damage to your wounds, cleaning and disinfecting them before wrapping both your hand and arm rather efficiently.

“i had to wrap a lot of my own wounds as well as my siblings. dear old dad let the temper get the best of him sometimes and it wasn’t always so pretty,” he explained, teeth clenching together in an attempt to remain calm.

“thanks for this. i’m sure they’ll heal just fine,” you replied, not wanting to put him in a situation where he had to talk about his troubling past.

“you could’ve died protecting me today, you know?”

“that’s my job Todoroki. i was hired to protect you, i protected you, and i’m fine, thank you very much. this is not my first fight and it definitely won’t be my last.”

he sighed, rubbing his temples as he sat down on the marble floor in front of you, holding your wounded hand in his own, tracing the fabric that surrounded your palm.

“i recognized one of the cars in the parking lot. it was a company car, one of my dad’s cars to be precise. i know they can seem relatively inconspicuous but i memorized every car my dad ever had, big or small. it was definitely his car.”

you mulled over his words for a moment before sighing yourself, slumping against the stairs as your head rested against the rim of the tub.

“your dad sent those men, huh? that’s why you were so eerily calm driving away. you knew you weren’t really in any danger, that those men were secretly there to kill me,” you finally concluded, anger boiling deep within the pit of your stomach.

“yeah, i think they were. i don’t think dad is too fond of the fact that you and i got close. i-i like you a lot more than i let on, i’ve told him so. i thought that would make him happy, knowing i have someone in my life that i could rely on and trust, but he didn’t like the fact that he couldn’t control you after these six months were up, think he wanted to teach me a lesson.”

“wouldn’t be the first time i’ve had a hit out on my head. this one, however, is probably going to be a lot tricker to deal with.”

Shouto sunk deeper into himself, body shaking with rage as he saw the fight flash in his head over and over again.

“i’m going to protect you. if you want to, that is. i’ll sign you on as my own bodyguard, however much money you want. i’ll be by your side always, make sure that nobody tries to kill you, tries to hurt you like that again.”

“i can fend for myself Todoroki.”

“it’s Shouto. and why won’t you let anyone else take care of you? listen, i know i’ve been kind of an ass but i thought we were at least friends, and yet i know nothing about you. i know your favorite color, your favorite animal, that you like sunsets and the rain and snuggling under comfy sheets at the end of the day, that your eyes sparkle when you get a chance to fight but secretly crave peace and comfort, but i don’t know who you are. your name, your story, why you’re really here.”

you heaved as you sat back up, staring him straight in the eye to find no malice, no anger, only confusion, empathy and maybe even a bit of longing. so you told him, you told him everything: who you were, what you were, where you grew up, about your childhood dog and all the scraps you had as a kid, how two strange men in suits approached you and groomed you to fight at the age of sixteen, how it was the only thing you knew how to do, the only thing you were good at, how you scared yourself sometimes because you enjoyed the pain that came with the fights. he sat there watching, eyes wide and unblinking as he absorbed every word you said, every bit of pain and anxiety, of longing for someone to love and understand you, of not having to fight all the time, of wanting to be vulnerable for once.

“let me take care of you,” he declared, standing up and outstretching his hand towards you, helping you up from the cool tile, hand coming to rest behind your head once you had steadied yourself.

he leaned forward, unsure and hesitant, before placing his lips against your own, soft and gentle, tasting of mint chapstick and coffee. you were unsure of yourself, awkward, full of aches and pains, wanting so badly to let go but never wanting to get hurt.

“it’s okay, you’re safe with me. let me take care of you, please.”

that was all it took for you to open up, looping your arms around his neck as he led you back to the bedroom, careful to not run you into anything. your knees hit the back of the bed and you reflexively tensed up, like a deer in headlights.

he shushed you, rubbing his hands up and down your arms, heeding the bandage and wound underneath. you laid back after that, body attempting to relax as his hands ran themselves soothingly over your body, across your breasts, the flesh of your stomach, your thighs, the corded muscles in your calves, slipping your shoes off, your socks, kissing every inch of your body along the way, making sure you were comfortable. you shimmied out of your pants, your tight shirt, bra, underwear, finally bare for him to see, scars, bruises, all the imperfections of your life.

“so, so beautiful,” he murmured, taking his time to kiss every single blemish and scar that you had, wanting you to feel his dedication.

after what felt like hours of soft kisses, his thumb came to rest on your clit, rubbing in quick and precise circles, fingers gently parting your folds to press into your body, back arching at the feeling of him already.

“it’s all about you tonight, okay? just relax, let me show you how much i appreciate you.”

and appreciate you he did. he dropped to his knees, nose nuzzling into your pubic bone as he kitten licked your clit once, twice, three times, testing your reaction. you whined and squirmed at the feeling, already overwhelmed by his fingers lazily dragging in and out of you. you wanted, needed more, but Todoroki wouldn’t hear any of that. you deserved to be treated right, treated gently tonight, to allow your worries to melt away, if only for a few moments.

his fingers began picking up pace, pistoning in and out of you, his fingers curling in all the right spots, fists clenched into the downy comforter as you attempted to ground yourself from the overwhelming situation. his tongue worked against your clit, changing speed and pressure, trying to find what was the right combination to set you off, watching your every move intently as you squirmed around on the bed. before he even got a chance to get into a routine, you were already cumming over his fingers, creamy liquid coating the digits.

he hummed in contentment, pulling his fingers out to lick up the syrup, you watching with your pupils blown wide.

you went to sit up, body aching from the adrenaline of the fight, but he pushed you back down into the plush bed, tutting as he settled his head against your thigh, kissing, sucking and biting along the plump flesh, leaving little marks only he would know about.

his tongue began lapping at your clit again, this time harsher, more in tune with what your body wanted. you clenched your legs around his head, fisting his hair with your good hand as you tried to ground yourself yet again to reality. his velvety tongue felt like heaven against your body, coaxing moans and sighs out of your mouth. you felt your second orgasm hit you like a freight truck, tingles running up your spine. you tried to push his head away but he only held your body down, a frighteningly feral look on his face as he continued to lap against your clit, unrelenting in his pursuit to pull orgasm after orgasm from you.

after, two, three, four more highs, you couldn’t tell where one began and one ended, he was finally satisfied, pulling his face away, chin glistening in the dim light. your eyes were teary and red, overwhelmed by everything he had put you through. you had never been more satisfied in your life, and by the look on Shouto’s face, he knew it too.

your eyelids began to droop and your body relaxed into the mattress as you came back down into reality. Shouto shuffled around the room before settling you into your bed, tucking the sheets around your body and propping your head against your pillow.

he was enamored by your, by your story, how you opened up so willingly to him after tonight. nothing would get in between you two now. he was just starting to truly know you, know the real you, and nothing was going to stop him from wooing you until you were his, not even his father., and if her life was ever threatened again by him, well, Shouto would just have to kill Todoroki Enji.

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sopxhiea · 3 years

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Moirai

Alfie Solomons X Reader

Summary: After the niece finally comes around and visits Alfie, she realises she is in dangerous waters with the biggest shark in the water.

Warnings: Age gap.

The italic text is in a foreign language.

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“I’m only here to establish and alibi.”

It was doomed from the start.

One didn’t need to have a good eye for this kind of stuff to see that. It was plain as day, if things kept going the way they were, no one would make out if alive or well. Somewhere along the line, things had gotten faster than anyone could have guessed and there were consequences that were not easy to deal with.

But that didn’t matter to you.

You liked broken things. The small vase you kept to yourself after breaking it on your fifth birthday was the proof of that. Things that stood out and were weird seemed natural, like they were easy to interact with, almost. You liked crooked ends and abstract things from the start so you figured this growing interest in the jewish gangster was just another interest of yours.

Although this ‘interest’ could potentially kill you.

He was from one end of the world and you were from the other. It was dangerous to say the least. He was doing business with your uncle but that didn’t mean that your uncle was fond of the man, he was just a little scared with the late rising his people were having around London. There were no guards with you, although you were sure your uncle had someone follow you.

You shrugged the thought away while entering the warehouse. The weather was chilly but there was still sun out, hence the dress you were wearing. The small heels you were wearing clicked gently against the pavement, it was quite a lovely day which almost made you forget that you were walking into the lion’s den.

After the day in your uncle’s office, he was suspicious of something going on between you and the jewish gangster but you’d just told him that he was nice to talk to. That was partly the truth and the part that you left out was the fact that he had invited you to his office and you were probably going to end up on his bed tonight if he played his cards right.

Knocking on the front door once, you heard footsteps from the large twin doors but it took some time before you saw the young lad’s face. It was a surprised Ollie that greeted you. You recognised the lad and gave him a small smile but he already knew you’d be coming around. His boss had ordered everyone to tidy up the place for the lady who’d be visiting and Ollie knew better than to assume it was Miriam.

“May I come in?” you asked, your voice sweet and for a moment Ollie forgot who he was dealing with and nodded eagerly before he led you through a couple corridors.

The warehouse was seemingly busy, a ton of barrels and curious men with wide eyes worked around the space you walked through. There were many hidden rooms and gateways as far as you could tell but you knew Alfie’s infamous bakery was simply a coverup. Ollie stopped in front of a large door before a long sigh left his lips and he knocked on the hard wood.

“In!” came the words from the other side of the door, gruff and grumpy just like the Alfie you had met a couple moons ago.

You barely knew the man but you’d heard plenty on the streets. He was a murderer in the eyes of some: someone with too much blood on their hands whereas some worshipped him. He had a sense of authority in his side of the community which made sense given the power he held.

You were greeted with a busy man as he held his glasses around the bridge of his nose and tried to read the paper before him. He didn’t realise Ollie had someone behind him until he lifted his gaze to meet your shining orbs. His mouth opened for a second but he didn’t say anything and shook his hand to signal Ollie to leave and the lad was quick to do so.

“Nice place you got here.” you said, not waiting for any kind of invitation to sit on the chair in front of his desk. He eyed you as you took of your long coat and revealed an airy dress underneath.

“It took you long enough to see it, eh?” he spoke, amusement swimming in his orbs as he lifted his eyebrows and watched you take off your gloves. You kept eye contact until you were comfortable on the chair.

Your gaze lifted to the office then, it was what you’d expect. Dust was gathering around the shelves filled with papers and books. There were ink stains on some of the folders and the decoration was all made of wood for some reason. Meeting Alfie’s curious yet patient eyes, your gaze dropped on his rings before meeting his blue orbs again.

“Had to make sure you weren’t inviting me here to kill me...” you spoke and he chuckled which made you smile slyly. “..or something of the sort.”

You both knew that was on the cards. It didn’t matter that your uncle had a good business relationship with the men, he could easily start a long line of revenge killings and give your uncle something to do, just because he could.

“Now, why would I fuckin’ do that, eh?” he spoke but it wasn’t a question and he kept on talking. “Yer uncle won’t be giving me an easy time if I end up hurtin’ you, I fuckin’ imagine, yeah.” he said, chuckling at the end of the sentence as a form of agreeing with himself and you let the man be.

He was beating around the bush which was highly unusual. Alfie didn’t do that and it was easy to recognise why. He needed to get his point across quick and waste no time but now he was acting like he had all the time in the world.

“Why am I here, then?” you spoke and he watched your painted lips move. Such a small body could be so dangerous, he thought to himself while your eyes glistened. You could mess him up real good only if you wished for it and Alfie was keen on giving the choice to you.

You know why you’re there but it’s just as fun to wait for his answer.

Unlike the men you’ve been with so far, Alfie happens to be smart. You can tell he reads from the way he speaks so fast, even though most words are mumbled together. The gold on his rings is not only an indication of his wealth but of the history he has behind of the oppression. You recognise the little traits he has, because you have similar ones.

That’s not to say you’re similar to him, if anything you’re a wolf and he’s the lion hunting you down. You’re no sheep, Alfie knows that which is why he’s intrigued. His eyes scan your amused ones before he clears his throat and speaks. You’ll look lovely panting underneath him, he concludes.

“I should ask you the same fuckin’ question, seein’ as it’s my work place you barged in.” he says in one breath but you catch and hold onto each word. This man has things he doesn’t tell anyone and they bother him, you can tell.

You give him a smile but it’s unlike any you’ve given. This smile matches your age and your story, it’s you he sees. “I’m only here to establish and alibi.”

He laughs then. You both know he can kill you right here without anyone knowing for the next hour or so and he would get into trouble for it but that’s not the point, the point is that he could. The man is almost thrice your size and you see the large hands that hold his golden rings intact, he can snap your neck in two if he wants.

But he won’t. Not just yet.

“What about yer uncle’s men, hm?” he asks, hand tugging at his beard as he eyes you. He knows you’re no here to play games.

That’s not correct.

You’re here to play one specific game and that is only if Alfie manages to play his cards to his advantage.

“They think I’m in my friend’s flat around Cambridge.” you speak, as serious as you can be and he doesn’t chuckle in disbelief like he usually would. He believes that, and that works out for you precisely because it is the truth.

“You ain’t here for a cup of tea, lass.” he says, it’s his way of saying that you’re swimming with the big shark and that the waters are very deep and unpredictable.

So what?

“Oh good! I needed you to remind me what I was here for.” you speak, sarcasm evident on your face and Alfie considers pulling a gun on you but he’s hesitant.

Lust and frustration, not a good combination.

He chuckles as your expression. You don’t seem to be clueless but he doesn’t quite know how to go about things as he watches you. You seem fragile yet there’s the slyness of a fox in your eyes.

“Lass.” it’s almost as if he’s hissing but it’s just a low grunt. You just smile.

“Yes?” you speak with a low smile and you know he’s straining himself from doing certain things. You can see the white on his knuckles.

“You ain’t going’ to play safe, eh?” he spoke with a low smile. He wasn’t keen on playing very safe either but having you do it was much more fun.

You just shook your head.

Alfie gathered, you were either too smart for your own good or downright reckless. You watched as he licked his lips, he’d look much better without the beard you thought but the look suited the jewish gangster he was known to be.

“Would you rather have me play safe?” you spoke but before he could answer, you were already continuing your previous questioning. “I don’t think that’s very fun.” you scrunched your face at the last word and smiled afterwards.

Alfie was going to have you whimpering beneath him tonight, he told himself.

“You’re forgettin’ who you are, yeah....” he swallowed but it was not a nervous one. He had been sending you signals to stop if you’d wished to but you were going with full force. “..who your fuckin’ uncle is.”

But you knew who your uncle is, you knew it damn well.

You clicked your tongue first and shook your head second. This man was showing to be even more promising that you’ve thought and it only amused you further. “I don’t forget those things, believe me...”

And you didn’t. It was a dangerous world you lived in, even more so when your uncle was a known gangster. You didn’t loathe in it but it was a mere fact you had to deal with. The two guards you had with you at all times, the threatening looks you were given and the gun you carried in all your purses were the proof of that. There was no helping it.

You chuckled one last time, a childish yet devious smile on your lips while you locked eyes with the man. You didn’t have time to waste and as fun as it was, you didn’t want to spend any more time looking at his face when you knew, for a fact, that he could put his skilled hands into good use.

“Listen, Mr. Solomons...” you spoke with a low smile as his eyes bore into yours. “As much as I love our little banter here, I have about fifteen minutes before the guards start looking for me.” you uncrossed and crossed your legs as he watched, hypnotised.

“Now, would you like to spend that time talking or....” you bit your lip and spoke again, he was doomed from the way he was looking at you.“..doing something more productive?”

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“That’s nonsense, uncle.” you sighed, looking around for someone else to speak as your uncle flooded you with questions of his own.

After your little outing escape the other day, the guards did end up looking around for you for a bit. You managed to make it but it had taken you about twenty minutes before they found you and in your uncle’s time, that meant that something had happened.

And something had happened.

Alfie was a good kisser, you gathered. He hadn’t wasted any more time after your question, there was no need to do that anyway. You had gotten a little carried away, to say the least. You had gotten back with flushed cheeks and unevenly buttoned dress when the guards were looking for you but it seemed as though Alfie hadn’t gotten enough.

You hadn’t slept with him yet but he had certainly acquired the taste of you.

“I was strolling around after leaving Sam’s place. I just got lost for a bit, is all.” you said once more to make sure he came around, and he always did.

“You’re sure, dear?” he asked, but that just meant that he already did believe you. He just wanted to make sure that you were on board.

“Yes. I am. It was a mishap and I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.” you said sweetly while kissing his cheek and gaining a natural smile from the old man’s lips.

“Alright, then...very well.” he said, voice a little low but you knew the man like the back of your hand and from the way he sat down, you knew he wanted to say something before you left his office. “We’ll be having a gathering, a dinner of sorts...” he spoke, hand gesturing around the air as you looked at his sitting form on the chair.

This was usual. Your uncle was well-liked in the high society around London and he had business dinners with a lot of people. If the invited guests that were business partners, that just meant that your uncle was looking to form an alliance, a strong one at that. It had happened with the greeks and if it meant that a business associate was invited into his own house, it usually meant that your uncle trusted them and wanted to expand certain things in the future.

You knew the drill.

You’d dress nicely and smile to the guests while they made some stupid joke about how young you were and just how fit you’d be for a wife. You’d smile and say you were studying, that usually got them off the hook. You’d be nice and calm with your nice dress and wave appropriately until they went off and you could ride your horse in the dark.

“A new alliance?” you said, voice soft as he looked at you with amused eyes. He had done some very good deals in the last couple of months and it was all because of this one man he had the true pleasure of doing business with.

“Hm, yes.” he spoke, nodding while he went through some papers. You just stood around, waiting for him to speak but he was slow today.

“Who’s the lucky gangster?” you spoke, a smile on your lips as the amusement reached your eyes. He chuckled at your pure silliness before he spoke. You were to behave nicely when the guest arrived and you both knew that.

“The jew.” he said, smiling fondly at you before you forced a smile.

There was only one jew your uncle knew.

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a/n: This is a tad bit late but I have so much to take care of for school i’m going insane. Anyway, i really hope you like it and lemme know what you thought please!! <3

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Midnight guardian (Dabi x Reader 18+) (END)

This is the last (end) chapter from Midnight series.

Chapter 1- Midnight stalker

Chapter 2- Midnight hunter

Chapter 3- Midnight shadow

Word count: 5.5 k

Warnings: NSFW, smut, violence, blood, kidnapping, domination (Dabi is a dom), rough play, spanking, insulting, rough sex.

Short description: If you drive a wild beast into a corner, it will surely bite. But what if you didn’t intend to threaten it but help it instead? What if you could withstand that bite, would the result be worth that effort? You walked into the lair of villains for that bite, and the reward you received for your bravery, you could only dream of.

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Now it was clear to you how you knew that voice and for a second you wished you had never heard it. The gray hand, as if there were no drops of blood in it, settled on the face of the white-haired villain. You didn't have to see his features to know who he was. Shigaraki, the leader of The League of Villains. The woman holding you on your knees, stroking your cheek with the cold blade of a knife, was Toga. You shuddered when you remembered her preferences and enthusiasm for the bloodshed. The person at the bar who casually polished the crystal glass was Kurogiri, and the man filled with adrenaline, who was now bending down to your face and mumbling something under his breath, was Twice.

"She looks so familiar ... but I'll be damned if I remember from where ..." - he said without stopping to get in your face. You felt the cold metal of the knife drag over your cheek to your ear, moving strands of hair that fell to your face.

„Maybe it is because she is hiding under that pretty hair of hers ... but if I cut her, I can take her shape and we can have a better look! Doesn't that sound so fun!! ”- Toga leaned over your shoulder. You jerked instinctively, but the grip on your shoulder only got stronger.

"You don't seem like you want to play ..." - her voice became darker, more impatient, and the blade was now pressed with the tip into your back.

"Enough ... I want to know why she's here. You'll play with her if she doesn't answer my question. ”Shogaraki commanded in a calm voice, not even turning to you. He kept his elbows on the bar, playing with some kind of cards with one hand.

"Don't make me ask you obvious questions ... it annoys me ... you'd better tell me yourself who you are and who sent you here." he said, tossing the card in front of him.

“N-no one. This is a mistake. I was just..just walking by. ”- couldn't you really think of anything better? You cursed yourself at the uncreative answer you gave him. Now if you start correcting yourself, it will look even worse. You could feel your response hit Shigaraki's first nerve.

"You didn't ask who we were..that means you know about us." - he began, slowly turning to you on the bar stool."Anyone that knows about us and it is just walking by, and if he is sane ... would never stop to eavesdrop on our conversation. Unless, they were looking for us in the first place. ” - he tilted his head, and Toga pulled your hair, forcing you to raise your head higher.

“You look very sane..so it must be the other part. I must admit, I am disgusted how the police and heroes send such ... weak scouts to search for us. And they say that value life .. ”- something like laughter could be heard under the hand that covered his mouth. "If they did, they wouldn't sacrifice their people like this ... so easily." – you felt pain in your ears from Toga’s unpleasant laugh. The blade pierced through the light summer dress you were wearing, now sinking slowly into the flesh. The sound of pain escaped your lips.

"Nothing can beat a nice whiskey and the sounds of someone's painful cries in this midnight hour." - Another familiar voice reached your ear canal, but this time, you knew exactly who it belonged to. You turned your head as far as Toga's grip allowed, to find the source of the voice. You could make out the shape of a man's body with the corner of your eye. Very quickly the scene became clearer to you. The wide muscular back hidden under the white T-shirt moved toward the bar. His black haired head tilted back, not even looking at you. Dabi.

He carelessly turned to the inside of the bar, ignored Kurogiri’s warning not to step on that side, and retrieved a bottle of whiskey from the higher shelves.

“Relax, I am just making your job easier. You don’t have to serve me plus I won’t even dirty one of your precious glasses. I will even take the paper coaster so I don’t ruin your tables, maid. ” he took a paper coaster, he winked and continued in a mocking voice as he opened a bottle of whiskey, pressing it to his lips. He took a couple of big sips, only then turning in your direction. His tight grip around the bottle almost completely loosened, making the bottle almost fall from his hands. The arrogant grin had left his lips, and his eyes were barely restrained from widening completely from the shock. The panic was unfamiliar to him, but the feeling quickly let him know it was there. He managed to restrain the sudden reactions. He stared at you for a few seconds, barely taking his eyes off you, before it became too obvious that something was wrong.

"What is this?" - he did his best to sound as natural as possible, but his body was slowly tensing.

“What does it look like? We got a gift from the police force ... ”Shigaraki replied, seemingly irritated. He stood up and took a few steps toward you, opening his palm and pointing it toward your face.

“Let’s return the favor, but with a little alteration.” - his sinister voice made the blood in your veins froze. You pushed yourself backwards with your knees, trying to get back from his hand. Your eyes watered, fear and panic permeated you more and more, as you watched helplessly as the hand that could have turned you into a rotten corpse came closer and closer. You cast a desperate glance at the person you found yourself in this situation for, instinctively almost uttering his name.

"Wasting an opportunity like this is moronic ... even for you Tomura." - without waiting for an answer, Dabi found himself next to Shigaraki.

"I thought leaders should have bigger brains ..." he continued. Shigraraki clenched his fists, barely restraining himself from turning around and grabbing Dabi with his quirk. He did not intend to suffer insults.

“You want to join her? You would be a nice rotten bow on top on her decayed body as a present. The heroes would love the sight of that ... and so would I. ”- Shigaraki threatening gaze met Dabis icy eyes. Wild tensions could be felt, the smell of the impending bloody fight to the death. But Dabi made a completely different move. A casual smile dawned on his face.

"For someone who plots shit all the time, I would expect you to see the value in this present sent to us." - he squatted in front of you, as you stared at him with tears in your eyes.

“D ..” - you almost said his name, but the rough surface of the paper coaster that Dabi shoved in your mouth silenced you on time. His fingers pushed the paper thing deeper into your mouth, gagging you with it. He pulled his fingers out, staring you down, while his other hand reached for your jaw, squeezing it without mercy. His gaze was blank, warning.

"Killing her without getting any information out of her or at least using her as bait is wasteful." He said as he put his hand on your back, grabbing you by the collar of your dress. He pulled you without difficulty, pushing Toga off your back and forcing you to lean on your feet.

"This is the girl that was on the news ... the one that they failed to protect and got those scum of the heroes killed. Don’t you think it would be a real social disaster if it turns out they failed again?"- he said, pushing the tip of a bottle of whiskey into your chin with the intention of raising your head so that everyone could take a good look at you.

"Yeah! You are right! I knew I saw here somewhere before! ”- Twice shouted, snapping his fingers.Expression on the Tomura’s face under the hand got suspicious.

"Really? As I recall, you were close to that shit storm yourself that night Dabi. What a coincidence, wouldn’t you say? ”- He said in a voice bathed in sarcasm.

“I told you already. I was following Endeavor as we planned. ”- he lied, holding a firm and threatening expression on his face, on which one could easily read that doubting him brought him to the edge.

"Yeah ... sure," Shiaraki replied through gritted teeth, not giving the impression that he fully believed Dabi's words.A minute of uneasy silence and tension passed before Tomura finally shrugged and turned her back toward the bar.

“We shall use her then. Get her to sing before we return her ashes to the heroes, showing how they failed to protect the bitch, again. ”- he waved his hand disinterestedly. Toga jumped up, raising her hand as if reporting for duty.

"I can play with her!" - there was excitement in her voice, but before she got the boss's approval, Dabi pulled you closer to him. "He said ashes you psycho, not blood." - he pointed out, smiling now from ear to ear.

“Besides, I have a strong feeling I need to prove my loyalty to Shigaraki, so let me show him just how much loyalty I carry inside.” - something dark and ominous was in his words, making you shiver while he pushed you to start walking to the door that led to the other side of the building where they had their rooms.Before you left, you heard a muffled growl behind you, accompanied by a low yelp. You paused for a second. You looked over your shoulder. You could see his clenched jaw and you could see him moving his free hand. A movement that looked like he is pulling something out of his lower back. After a couple of seconds, there was a sound of metal falling to the floor. You looked down. A knife, Toga's knife, dripping with blood.

"That's for taking my toys." she said.

You could barely stand on your feet after he abruptly pushed you into a room that looked like a warehouse. A pile of cluttered old things piled up at the corners. You almost fell after old blankets got tangled under your feet as he pushed you. The sound of the door closing with a loud smash echoed the room. You turned around, only to find yourself face to face with the enraged man you had decided to look for. You were confused, but you didn't expect to see this kind of rage on his face after he apparently saved you from certain death from his colleagues. Without warning, he grabbed you by the shoulder without restraining his strength. His fingers sank into your soft skin, and you could feel the bruise already forming. A slight sob escaped your gagged mouth.

"You think that hurts doll?" He hissed through his teeth, leaning over you. He covered you completely, he was quite taller than you and his broad muscular torso seemed giant compared to your small figure. He grabbed you by the lower thigh with his free hand.

"Then this is going to be much worse if you don't plan on being honest." - Anger radiated through his body, the tone of his voice was cold and sharp as a spear. A scream of pain came from the depths of your throat, barely muffled by the paper that had been shoved into your mouth when Dabi released his flame onto the skin of your thigh. After a few seconds, the flames receded, but he did not move his hand.

“You are one of them, aren’t you ?! That fake heroes, that lying scum of the earth! They sent you, thinking that is such a clever move! Well this time it is game over, do you hear me ?! ”he roared, entering your face. Electric blue eyes aimed into the depths of your soul.

“Let me guess, it’s some kind of ambush. There are here, close… and you are the living bait. I hope it was worth it, doll. The only reason I didn't let Shigaraki turn you into a rotting mess is because I wanted to do the job myself, to show you what happens when you try to fuck with someone like me. ”- the flame licked your skin again, forcing and to a new muffled scream. You barely retained consciousness because of the pain that you were feeling.

“Because I am capable of anything and everything. Now let us see, will you have the decency to make your few last words the truth. ” - he suppressed the flames, pushing his fingers into your mouth to take the paper out. You coughed, spitting pieces of melted paper. Tears blurred your gaze, but you raised your head, looking in the direction of his waist.

“Are..are you alright? You are bleeding… let me help you. ”- you whispered under your breath looking at the white T-shirt soaked in fresh blood. The wound he had received from Toga's knife had not stopped bleeding, but he had forgotten it for a moment. His lips parted in a thin line, and his eyes widened in shock. He didn't know what to say, his thoughts lost. You ask him if he's okay after he hurt you and threatened to finish you off? And your eyes… that look again. The lack, or rather, the total deficiency of experience with this type of person made him react defensively. He knew no other way.

“Cut the bullshit!” He shouted once more, but you ignored him, tried to reach out to him, intending to look at the wound. Your plan resulted in his abrupt withdrawal to avoid your touch. He grabbed your wrists, raising your arms to the height of his shoulders. He almost lifted you from the ground, you were now standing on your toes.

“Why did you come here ?! Answer me! ”- you could feel his warm breath that smelled of whiskey, because of how close he was to you. Your whole body ached, but you kept a gentle look, you know why you came here. Well, at least you thought you knew.

"I came because… I wanted to ask you a question." - you were aware of how stupid this answer was, and his facial expression confirmed your suspicion.

“You came here… in the fucking lair of villains to ask me… a question?” - he uttered the sentence in syllables still in disbelief. Your cheeks took on a gentle shade of red out of shame because the stupid move you made was just so obviously…stupid.

"Yes. "- you whispered. This if it wasn’t so tragic would be ridiculous. And it was for him, just for a moment. White teeth protruded from under his lips as he laughed briefly.

This girl…

“Then ask. I really want to hear the worth-risking-your-life question. ”- he said in a slightly softer tone, but bathed in sarcasm. The grip loosened, so you could stand on your feet normally. You buried your teeth in your lower lip, silent for a few seconds. The question you wanted to ask was forbidden and certainly a trigger for an even greater surge of rage in him.He faked his own death to keep the truth hidden. If your theory is true of course, and you will only know that if you ask a question. Curiosity burned you even in this relentless moment, but more than that the fact that you might be able to help him if you were right. Help your pursuer, yes, the common sense award this year definitely goes to you. However, something in you could not be swayed, it wanted to take this risky step forward in the hope that you would be able to save him. You felt connected to him. You let the right conclusion go through your head and you adopted it, and that was - He was that part of the darkness you so desperately wanted. The part you craved. The part that was not darkness in itself, but bore its features, but you believed… no, you knew, that inside everything was not as black as its exterior. The fear was almost completely lost for a moment after this realization.

"Are you the poor boy that was declared dead twenty years ago…" - you looked up, catching the irises that looked like broken ice. You pushed your palm toward his burned face while he still held your wrists, touching his scars with your fingertips. “… That they said died in an accident, by his own quirk ..” - you could see his gaze clouding, going distant.

"Touya?" - it seemed as if he had fallen into prison of his own consciousness. His expression was empty, petrified. His mouth was only a millimeter open, motionless. You could not even imagine what horror and tragedy the memory of that long-forgotten and discarded name had now produced before his eyes. He could clearly see every scene that took place twenty years ago. He could see the intense blue light that hurt his eyes, but that pain was nothing compared to the one that came after. After releasing his quirk on a level he couldn’t control and all because of a monster who lived for only one thing, power. A power he could not attain on his own, and he wanted to find supremacy on someone else's back. Now, in his memory, he looked again into the relentless eyes of his so-called father, who did not even blink as his son's own flame swallowed him like a wild beast. He deafened to every scream, every call for help. He blinked, returning to the present, but the anger he had kept buried for so long was now released and traveled through every part of his body.

“You like digging for things that are none of your business… huh, (Y / N)?” - he smoldered with resentment. His fury sprang to life, as he slammed you on the wall behind you.

“You think you had the right to look for things that don’t concern you?” - he roared as the anger continued to build up in his chest. He masked his vulnerability to himself, drowning it only deeper in rage.

"Let us see how you like the taste of your own medicine." With his free hand he reached for the strap of your dress on your shoulder, pressing his finger on it. A blue spark appeared, burning a thin shoulder strap in a second, forcing one part of your dress to fall over your chest. You had no way to stop him from exposing your breasts, you could only silently watch the situation unfold. Sinister smile appeared on his lips, as he pulled the fabric more down, releasing one of your soft breasts. Your cheeks flushed as tears welled up in the corners of your eyes again, but you didn't fight back. You didn't even say a word, and he expected at least one pleading scream to come out of your mouth. But he did not intend to wait for your reaction, but wrapped his palm around your breast, squeezing it tightly, playing with your soft flesh without shame. He trapped your nipple between his middle finger and index finger, pinching it. A sob came from your throat.

“How does it feel when someone touches something that does not belong to them? Do you feel violated, huh (Y / N)? Do you feel like you have been wronged? Exposed? Vulnerable? ”- he growled the words, catching your gaze, expecting to see the despair in your eyes, to see the fruit of his punishment. He was stunned once more to realize that there was not even a trace of any emotion he just mentioned. Your expression was soft, slightly embarrassed but not in the way that indicated unease, you were biting your lip, as your cheeks were dark pink. He paused, but not letting you go.

"N-no. No I don’t, Touya. ”- you moaned as you pushed yourself against the wall with all your strength, pulling your hand behind your back towards freedom. Before he could react, you grabbed the other shoulder strap of your dress, lowering it over your shoulder so that the dress would now fall all the way to your hips, uncovering the other breast. He was distracted once more, your every move was unexpected, something he couldn’t have foreseen, and that was usually one part of his job, reading people, and he was good at it. You, you were the opposite, everything that confused him and made him react instinctively, even if his reaction was wrong in the end. This time there wasn’t too much to make a mistake in judging your move. You wanted this, you wanted it. Why? Only God knows, but he would be damned if he asks another question, he was too caught up in the view in front of him. The view on your half naked body and precious expression on your face, that was glowing with the thing he was dreaming to get from you all along, consent. His palm rested on your jaw as he pushed his index finger into your mouth, running it over your soft salivary muscle with his rough finger.

“Name is Dabi, doll. You better remember the taste and shape of every latter in that name… ”- with his tongue he now followed the lines of your collarbones all the way to the other nipple.

“Because you will be saying it a lot in the next twenty minutes.” - he bit your nipple lightly, then mending the bite with the tongue. You cried out for the first time, releasing the sweet moan of pleasure that was building inside you. With his other hand he continued to play with your nipple between his fingers, twisting it and pulling, making your sensitive flesh sent electric rushes of ecstasy through your body.

“D-Dabi.” - the first defeat in saying the name he wanted, but you didn’t mind it. If this is what he wants, you will obey if the result is him opening up in the end.

“That’s it. Again. ”- he murmured the order while still sucking your delicate nipples. You answered with a few more loud moans shaping his name, and the reward was so worth it. He lowered his hand from your chest, exploring the shape of your body all the way to the end of your dress. He pushed his hand under the fabric, touching your thighs, looking for his way to your most intimate part. He could feel the heat between your legs, forcing his body to react harder. His cock was already rock hard, protesting under his jeans, demanding to be released. But not yet, he wanted to explore you a bit more with his hands. He pushed his knee between your legs, spreading them, making his way between them.The surface of his finger finally touched your already soaked panties. Satisfied grin on his face made you blush even more, as he turned his hand, patting your pussy a few times. The slow and gentile motions over the thin fabric made you shiver from anticipation, and he decided that he shared the feeling. He pushed your panties to the side, stroking you in the same manner as the few seconds before but now over your bare flesh. The slimy juices covered his fingers, as he teased your cunt with more slower pace over your gluey folds. He pushed his finger deeper, stroking your slit while his thumb found its way to your swelled clit. He made a few circle motions over it, making your fingers curl, as you reached around his shoulders, holding on him tight, burring your hand between his neck and shoulders. He refused to stop and allow you to take a break, as he pushed one finger inside of you, still teasing your sensitive pearl. You cried out in his strong shoulder. You were more than soaked, you were dripping over his fingers like crazy, as your velvet walls clutched around him. He pushed his finger deeper, exploring your cunt. And man, you were tight. More than tight. He barely managed to push his one finger all the way in, and pushing one more was almost impossible. That could only mean one thing. This was your first time. He felt excitement building in his chest, as the realization made him tilt his head up and face you. He pushed your head with his, making you look at him. Your teary eyes were half shut, as the pleasure was eating you up. He leaned more in, fixating his eyes on your lips colored like cherries. He licked your bottom lip, biting it lightly before he planted a kiss on your lips. The tender kiss quickly resolved into a euphoric making out, with the erotic dance of your tongues. He remembered how you tasted the first time he kissed you, and this was far better. Was it the mutual feeling of need in the both of you, or just the sexual tension, he was not sure, but it did not matter, he was cherishing every damn second of this. His hands retreated from your pussy, and you whined under the empty feeling between your legs. But you did not wait for long, as you heard the sound of the mental on his belt. You looked down while you were still kissing him. Your eyes widen as you saw his thick cock in his hand. It looked huge, far bigger then you could fit inside of you. Damn, he was struggling to push two fingers in you, how does he think this enormous thing is going to fit. He came closer, putting his tip on your wet folds, pushing it up and down your slit. The juices covered his tip nicely, making it slippery. You bitted your lip once again, waiting for his next move. He pushed his tip on your clit, making your knees shake before he reached down, picking you up, holding you with one hand under your tights. You were holding yourself on his shoulders, as he adjusted the pulsating dick on your tight entrance. He did not wait for long, as he started pushing in slowly, putting his now free hand on your hip to hold you still. A sharp pain of him starching you to the limit you did not think you had, made you cry out as a tear fell from the corner of your eye.

“Shhh baby doll, you are doing so well.”- he whispered in a husky voice, not stopping not even for a moment so your inner walls can get used to the shape. He kept going, as his dick twitched inside of you from pleasure. He was just half in and you felt dizzy from the pain that went through your lower parts, but a quick stings of enjoyment made you want more. You were euphoric, even thought it did not show. You wanted to test your own self, as you wrapped your legs around his hips, pushing yourself on him to the end. Sharp pain slammed inside of you once more, as you screamed in his chest. Your rapid breathing was loud, hard, but seeing the look on his face after you did this, made it worth every bit of the pain. He was pleased, surprised and above all, aroused like never before. So much, that he lost his mind for a moment, slamming into you without mercy, making his dick tear your insides. You screamed again, barely holding onto him as he continued to smash into you. The sounds of your dripping cunt being filled to the brim mixed with your lewd moans and screams filled the room. Like music to his ears, making him fuck you into the wall more. The slams became more violet as he went so deep he could feel his tip kissing your womb.

“Fuck, you are taking me so well doll. My little pretty slut.”- he roared, breathing heavily but he did not slow his pace. He started biting your tits, leaving the swollen bite marks all over your chest, going for your nipples once more, sucking on them roughly. Your moans got louder , as you pushed your fingers in his hair, grabbing it and making him suck on you more.

“You like that, don’t you? You like having your tight pussy fucked?”- he murmured around your tits, lowering his hand to massage your clit while he was slamming into you without mercy.

“Yes! Please Dabi! More!”- you answered like a obedient whore.

“Whose is it? Say it? Who owns your needy cunt?”- he hissed, making you look at him. Your cheeks were fired up, as you could barely speak from the nasty things he was saying. They made you hot, so hot you could not think straight. Not answering him quick enough made him angry, as he flipped you with ease, pushing your bare chest on the cold wall, lifting your ass up, spreading your cheeks and pushing his throbbing cock back inside of you. But before you could once again enjoy his violent thrusts, he slapped you on the ass with his wide palm. You screamed in agony and enthusiasm, as the slaps continued, leaving the skin on your ass cheek bright red and marked with shape of his palm.

“I asked, whose pussy is this?!”- he grabbed your hair in his hand, pulling your head back, making you meet his gaze.

“Yours! Only yours!”- you screamed as you watched the corners of his lips curl into a devilish smile.

“Louder. Say it again!”- he ordered, slapping your overly irritated ass cheek again.

“It is your pussy Dabi! My wet cunt belongs only to you!”- you cried out, but you saw the approval and the satisfaction on his face, as he continued to fuck you, spreading you ass cheeks more so he can reach as deep as possible.

“That is right. You better remember it. I am your first, and only. Your last. You belong to me, (Y/N).”- he growled into your year, picking up the pace of his ruthless thrusts. He could feel your walls sucking him in, as the orgasm was near, but so was his. He pushed his hand once more to touch your over stimulated clit, pinching it. You body shivered as your climax starting kicking it, making your velvet walls suck him like never before. His dick released his thick strings of cum under hard grip of your walls, aiming straight at you womb. He filled you to the brim, making you feel the hot liquid deep inside of you. You collapsed on his chest, as he caught you with ease, like you weighed nothing at all. The thing you did not expect is that he turned you around, pulling his bloody shirt off of him, tearing the stained part off and putting the rest around your naked chest. It looked like you had a skirt and a top. He reached for the window behind you, opening it up, picking you up and pushing you through it. Panic got over you when you first thought he was going to drop you, but you soon realized there were metal stairs and metal floors. This was the design of that old buildings that had this kind of things in case of the fire, so there would be an easy escape route. When your feet touched the metal, you turned, waiting for him to follow, but he stayed, gazing at you with an unreadable expression. You will not go without him, there is no chance you will leave him here.

“Dabi, please.”- you said in a whiny voice, trying to hide the painful feeling building in your chest.

“Please what, doll?”- he calmly answered. Him playing dumb made you feel rage for the first time. You endured all of this, just so he can play ignorant? You clenched your fists, answering with more demand in your voice.

“Come with me.”- you said. His raven colored hair fell on his eyes. His expression was hidden behind the shadows for a moment, but you could swear there were traces of a soft smile on his face.

“I will not come with you, doll”- he said, grabbing the window, slowly pushing it down. Before it closed you could hear his words which sounded like two things, and both of them made you shiver.

“I will come after you.”- a treat, but a promise as well.

I would like to express my gratitude to all of you who supported me during the creation of this little series. This was supposed to be one shot, but seeing your satisfaction I couldn’t stop at one part. I hope you enjoy this last one.Thank you again for the notes, reblogs and comments, it really means more then you can imagine.

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Terminator: Dark Fate

I have no idea how TSCC came up with two seasons’ worth of innovative scenarios about Terminators and these cinematic universe motherfuckers can only redo T2 with more CGI.

This movie is plotless. It has no real plot. It’s like Now That’s What I Call A Terminator Movie! There are so many callbacks and borrowings from all the other Terminator movies that it passes the point of homage and just becomes plagiarism. The bad Terminator is the same as the T-X, metal endoskeleton with a T-1000 shell. They kill him with a Terminator power core. They say Come With Me If You Want To Live and I’ll Be Back (twice! It’s the first thing Sarah Connor says and it makes no sense in context, it’s just something people say in Terminator movies). In fact, it has anti-plot, since it undoes a lot of the story developments in Terminator and T2.

The premise is basically just we’re going to remake Terminator 1, but people don’t like reboots, so we’re going to bring back Linda Hamilton and make it a technically kinda sorta sequel (sure, Skynet was wiped from existence, but another, completely different, yet exactly the same AI called Legion was created and did the exact same thing. Which also happened in T3, but they had the decency to still call it Skynet). But otherwise, it’s entirely people being chased by an evil robot from the future and trying to destroy it.

That’s it. That’s all there is to it. T2 had the whole thing about preventing Judgment Day before it happened. T3 had Judgment Day actually happen. This one, nothing. There is nothing going on under the surface other than a bunch of action sequences and explosions. Even T3 got some mileage out of the idea that Judgment Day was inevitable. Here, our cast learns that Judgment Day was already ‘averted’ once slash that it’s destined to be repeated and they basically go “Eh. Figures.” I’m not kidding.

Wait, that’s not fair. Let’s count out the TWEEESTS.

1. In a very contrived way, the script waits an hour and a half to actually explain why heroine Dani has been targeted for termination--you know, the thing Kyle Reese explained to Sarah Connor the moment they were out of danger--all to set up this big ‘reveal’ that Dani isn’t the NuSarah, she’s the NuJohn (yes, they actually say this aloud, just so you soup sandwich motherfuckers in the audience get it). Hear that, neckbeards, John Connor is now a woman! And Mexican! And she’s got a bit of a gay vibe, because it’s 2019 and God forbid we have a heroine that isn’t a bit bicurious. If she has a cock and balls, my bingo card will be a winner.

2. Months after killing John Connor and thus completing his mission, an Arnold-model Terminator started a family (wow, that was quick) and learned the value of human life and eventually switched sides. This is a crazy new idea that also happened in Terminator: Genebissss, so it’s done and dusted in ten minutes, even though Arnold is the most engaging character. (He’s saddled with a lot of yuk lines about how he’s a comically serious Terminator, yet (teehee) works as an interior decorator, but at least he has a personality.)

3. The other good Terminator is Grace, who needs meds to keep up her cyborg strength or she’ll crash (this never affects the plot) (it’s like they read something about Rey Palpatine having no flaws and so they decided to give Grace the ‘flaw’ of literally having her own Kryptonite). She’s not a Terminator, she’s an augmented human, which means she can make MCU-style wisecracks every five minutes. (”I didn’t hear anything.” “That’s because you’re not a cybernetic super soldier from the future.” Actual dialogue.)

4. Linda Hamilton is back, baby! Yes, that’s right, they dragged her away from doing guest spots on Lost Girl! Can you believe???? She’s become a Terminator hunter that ambushes Terminators as they come back from the future and destroys them, because Skynet was both able to send back an infinite number of Terminators AND because now they can easily be destroyed by one five-hundred-year-old woman.

This makes it a bit confusing why they have so much trouble taking out Ghost Rider, given that he’s a T-1000 skin with a creamy T-800 center. It seems like if you hammer him enough, he’s got no endoskeleton, and that’s all she wrote. That’s what happened to the T-X. Can his liquid metal skin just walk around without the other half of him? If so, what’s the point of the endoskeleton? The T-1000 managed without it and that seemed a lot harder to kill. At one point, Sarah hits the bare endoskeleton with a bazooka, which seems like it should’ve been a mortal blow, but it’s the first act, so I guess not.

And is it supposed to be funny that the opening takes place in a car factory where (in 2019!) the human workers are losing their assembly line jobs to machines? Because they’re all Mexicans? None of them ever look at a Terminator and go THEY TOOK OUR JOBS, but man, that one is all teed up for the Rifftrax boys.

For a movie with, as I said, no plot, it’s very rushed. They seem to be saying “yeah, it’s a dumb Terminator movie, you know the score,” (even tho it’s halfway aimed at people who aren’t Terminator fans; more on that in a minute) because it seems to take all of ten minutes for both good guys and bad guys to find Dani and start getting into CGI stunt double fights, which means the story has very little time to breathe and we have very little time to get to know any of the characters. The bad guy spawns practically at Dani’s front door! And pretty much does everything by massacring a bunch of people and then hacking a computer. The T-1000 had some intelligence, some charisma. This guy’s a big nothing.

And the Dani character is useless. She starts the story already super assertive, is barely traumatized at all by her loved ones being killed and her own life being endangered. There’s none of that relatable feel of an everyman suddenly being told they have a grand destiny and an incredible responsibility, because right from the start she’s standing up to her mean boss and doing the Nevertheless She Persisted thing. And all this while being literally five feet tall and looking all of twelve years old.

I love these Spy Kids movies.

And at least the original two movies were smart enough to leave the future John Connor mostly to the imagination. This one actually shows us Dani as grizzled military badass, beating up guys and delivering inspiring speeches (would it surprise you to know that humans fighting among each other “is exactly what Legion wants”?), and it’s just--oh man. If ever a political leader is enough to make people think back to the good old days of Trump and Biden...

And if we’re going to talk shit (rightfully) about Jai Courtney’s Kyle Reese not being at all scruffy or traumatized or feral, it should be noted that Grace seems pretty well-adjusted for a post-apocalyptic guerrilla fighter (who all wear Starship Trooper uniforms). Aside from a tendency to smash the face in of everyone she comes across, whether they’ve done anything to deserve it or not (Sample dialogue, to a doctor who is looking at her X-rays after performing life-saving surgery on her: “Did I give you permission to look at my private parts?” SMASH. No, really!)

They really go all in on this cringey, woke af “You’re not the mother of some MAN, Dani. YOU ARE THE FUTURE!” And yet, there’s a hilarious amount of toxic masculinity in this movie, just without the dongs. About every other line Sarah and Grace have is generic tough guy bullshit about how they’re going to kick someone’s ass, how they’re suspicious of someone, how they’re hostile towards someone. If they had dongs, you would think they were the smallest dongs possible, because they are compensating for something, BIG TIME. Between the T-800 and Sarah and Grace, everyone in this movie seems to outright hate each other, to the point that Arnold’s killer cyborg is one of the more pleasant characters. It gets to where you just want someone to order a fucking decaf. Does the fact that Sarah Connor has a vagina keep it from being ridiculously over the top how she spends all her time either blowing up robots or drinking herself into a stupor? C’mon. You can’t complain about male characters having ‘man-pain’ then give Bad Grandma a pass over her ovaries.

And that’s it. It’s a Brundlefly shit between yet another dumb girlpower reboot for the people who’ve never seen a Terminator movie and a sequel with Sarah and Uncle Bob to try and get that last drop of blood outta this stone. They’re trying to make something that appeals to both people for whom this is their first Terminator and people for whom this is their latest Terminator and it just doesn’t work. The newbies don’t have any emotional investment in these characters and the Terminator fans don’t like it that all the old movies were rendered meaningless to prop up Grace and Dani.

Hilariously enough, I actually played Terminator: Resistance recently, which is a fun little mid-tier shooter that was meant to tie in to this movie... and it completely ignores all the Dani/Grace/Legion BS to take place in John Connor’s future war and tie in to the first two movies. That’s how forgettable this movie is. Its own damn video game adaptation pretends it doesn’t exist. Fuuuck.

Oh! Oh! Oh! And in that big, bad, sexist original Terminator, which was so unwoke and problematic, Sarah saved herself and finished off the Terminator herself. Here, Dani has to be saved by Arnold at the climax. The 35-year-old movie is more feminist than this one. Fuck you very much.

#terminator

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So, I’ve been watching Sword Art Online: Abridged Parody, and...

I don’t think it’s terribly controversial to say that SAO Abridged has become the gold standard for what a good abridged series can do. While Team Four Star took 3 legendary IPs, Final Fantasy VII, Hellsing Ultimate, Dragon Ball Z are all generally considered to be fairly decent as stories. As much as people complain about DBZ’s random power ups, it’s not as if it was incoherent. Things make a decent amount of sense and that was the worst of the bunch.

Sword Art Online is notoriously problematic. No doubt I’m not the first person to say that. Plenty of people have said as much all over Tumblr and Youtube. In abridging SAO, Something Witty Entertainment managed to improve on what happened originally.

Now, I want to do something incredibly nerdy. (As if I haven’t done nerdy things on this blog before.) One of my favorite things about SAO Abridged is its insane sense of connections between episodes. Things are referenced that don’t matter until much later and jokes are often built on previous events long before the present episode. Two of the big plot points of the current arc are built on information we learned in a few previous episodes. I want to argue that episode 2 is the most important episode of the first arc because of its connections to every other episode in the arc.

To start, the narrator in the cold open connects this episode to the one before it by saying that a number of players died after being idiots. Notably some jumped into fire. If you remember, Klein struggled to kill a pig and named his avatar Ballsdeep69. In episode 2, this is shown in this episode in that players haven’t read the manual compiled by beta testers.

Though, it’s not as if that;s the only reason they’d fail. In episode 3, the leader of the Black Cats took some of the tutorial NPCs from missions. Kayaba blames this as a factor in people failing miserably in the season finale. But we’ll get to him soon enough.

The intro plays and we’re in a meeting of players who are trying to beat a boss. The idea is that people will strategize to beat a boss by working together. This doesn’t pan out well throughout the series. Kirito is able to tank hits from seven lower level players in episode 4. In episode 5, the meeting to beat Sheeptar happens after 7 people. When they go after the meeting, 5 more died.

Now Kibaou makes his only appearance in the series. I don’t want to make too many “this character makes their debut here” connections. Asuna and Tiffany make their debut and are important characters in this series, but I’m not talking about them in this way. Kibaou is minor enough that I can mention him here. His stupid entrance makes his takeover of the Aincrad Liberation Front in episode 10 seem like a negative statement about them more than a positive one for him.

Though, episode 8 shows a bit of their incompetence on their own. While Corbax thinks his strategy of “group up and hit it till it dies” is revolutionary, it’s about as revolutionary as he is Hispanic. The strategy’s true origin is episode 2, as an alternative to Kirito’s “final solution”. That doesn’t work well and Kibaou starts to take power as a result of Corvax dying.

We then get Asuna’s troubles with menus. She’s not the only one with these issues, considering we learn Yoko has issues with the menu in episode 6. However, this is one of many clever ways to hint at Asuna’s ineptitude with the game early on. While she’s shown to have a lot of innate skill in this episode, that’s despite her inexperience. For all the changes made from the original, this was best shown in both versions by Asuna using her real name as her avatar name in the final episode of the arc.

Something I didn’t pick up on right away was that the setup for Laughing Coffin comes from episode 2. One player receives messages he believed to be from Jesus. At the end of the fight, he gets the command to kill them all and the end card is preluded with a creepy version of “Jesus Loves Me”. They come up in episodes 6 and 9. In episode 4, it comes up that other groups like Titan’s Hand have come up.

But the big thing that you see from this episode is a theme that runs through the first arc of this show. Kirito sees this game as an alternative to the real world. It would be easiest to make this the only real connection to this episode, but that would be lazy. (Clearly, this was written before I realized how crazy this “one post a day” idea was.)

Kirito mentions that he has power he didn’t in the real world in episode 1. While that may have felt like a throwaway line at the time. In episode 2, he uses that power to tell off the idiots around him, just like he wishes he could have done in real life. And to be honest, he might not be right about being able to solo the boss, but he’s definitely better than most everyone else in the boss room. Asuna might be on par with him skillwise, but he has more experience than her.

I almost called this section of connections “Kirito is better than those around him.” While he’s not the strongest player in SAO, as we end up learning, he’s certainly better than most of the people he’s playing alongside. This ego serves as fuel for tagging with Silica in episode 4 under the supposed threat of Laughing Coffin. It’s why we get the formation of “The Kirito is Always Right Foundation” in episodes 5 and 6. It’s why he challenges Heathcliff in episodes 9 and 11.

But something happens.

In episode 3, he unwittingly joins a guild because he’s such an amazing player. However, that wasn’t enough to save his guild mates from dying. Sadly, he had just decided to open up to people and the ordeal closed him off to people and even emotions according to episode 4. In episodes 4, 5, 7, and 8 we get the sense that this event had a serious emotional impact on him.

However, through these events he learns to open up to people more. Going on missions and teaming up with othes, he starts to open up to people. This obviously leads to a relationship with Asuna and Yui original. As stupid as he still feels the people around him are, he still has respect for him.

In episode 2, he tells the people, “Shoot for the stars. It will make it more fun when I kick you back into the dirt.” In episode 8, we see a change in his epic rant, which happens to be my favorite moment in the series. On humans he says, “They are without question a complete write-off as a species. And how dare you make me care about them!” And when Kayaba goes on a similar rant to Kirito’s after his identity is revealed, Kirito plays defense for them, lukewarm as it is.

And wouldn’t you know? Kirito is told that he could have served as a leader and inspiration to the people in SAO because he is better than so many of them. Sure, Kayaba bring the idea up that same episode and a few episodes earlier in trying to recruit him for the Knights of the Blood Oath. However, the idea first came up in episode 2.

#not fairy tail month: crisis on infinite fandoms #swort art online abridged #sao abridged #something witty entertainment #sword art online abridged parody #this was a fun one to do #i'm glad i picked these topics well in advance #or who knows #i'd talk about more recent stuff #like hamilton #or avatar #or who knows what else is unpopular nowadays #anyways sao abridged is awesome #go watch it now

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MLQC Single Mom MC Headcanons

Hello! This is my first headcanon so bear with me if it’s out of wack. Idk if other accounts got my request but that was me.😅

How would the MLQC boys react to MC being a single mother? She never told them she has a 7yr son (we’ll call him Liam instead of “her son”). MC is still young since Liam was born from unfortunate events like rape (she loves her son to death). Also how would the leads try to to bond with Liam?

Victor

Victor overheard a conversation Goldman and MC were having about a guy.

“Did Liam like the shirt I gave him?”

“He loved it so much that he wanted to take pictures which wasn’t normal. The shirt made him look very mature!”

“Now you two can take professional photos.

Who was this guy “Liam”? Was MC seeing him? He wanted to try to sneak a question about it but it wasn’t his job place. They weren’t dating. He felt his heart begin to break.

One night Victor had come to her house to talk about work. MC could tell he sounded more dead inside than usual. When MC was going to get him a drink he saw a door open up. He did not expect a 7 yr. old to walk out asking for his Mommy. MC returned and surprised that Victor was looking around as if Liam didn’t belong here.

“He’s my son, Liam. Can you greet, Mr. Victor?”

“Hello, mister.”

“...Hello.”

MC explained to him that she had him at a very early age due to an unfortunate event that happened to her. It took a while for Victor to picture MC as a mom. He imagined that if he married her then Liam would be his son.

He loved the way MC was so caring about her son and how she would literally kill a person if they hurt him. Victor tried to bond with Liam by buying him gifts well... actually trying to get Liam to be quiet about telling his Mommy that big boss loves her. MC was a bit worried when Liam spent the weekend at Victor’s home when she went somewhere. Victor won’t admit but he felt very happy when Liam shyly asked his mom to give Victor a messy drawing of all three of them as a family. Check his desk drawer you’ll see it.

After MC and Victor get married...

“You aren’t my Grandpa.”

“Why would you think that? Am I really that old?”

“Last night I heard Mommy calling you Daddy over and over again.”

“When you see her before you go to bed I want you to tell her what you heard. It’ll traumatize her.”

“Okay! ...What’s ‘traumatize’?”

Lucien

He’s your neighbor so of course he would at least see MC taking her son out and hear him running around. When she asked him what to do with a problem when Liam go sick he came over to help out.

“So this is who I heard so much about. My name is Lucien.”

“I’m... Liam.”

Liam at first would be shy around Lucien because he reminds him of an evil fox in his Saturday cartoons. Lucien could tell that he was born from a terrible incident but has lived with love. He would watch MC practically brag about how great her son is. Lucien was confused of why he wants to watch over and protect Liam as he grows up. A few times Liam visited the orphanage with Lucien and got a bit jealous when the other kids were hogging his attention.

MC had a hard time putting her son to bed because he would try to explain what Lucien taught him. Her son thought Lucien was the coolest and smartest person which probably isn’t wrong. Liam even begged his mom to get him a science toy.

“Can Lucien live with us?”

“He lives next door. The only way he would live with us if something happened to his place or he joined the family.”

“You can marry him, can’t you? Or I’ll flood his house.”

Even Lucien learned new things from him. For once Lucien felt so much joy around MC and her son. He wanted to restart a life with just the three of them. It may seemed impossible so he enjoyed every second of it. Lucien dreamt about being there with MC when Liam graduated or even got married. He wanted to be the father Liam never had and hug the boy when he was sad. Liam is a strong boy he thought and would not let his family go down without a fight.

After MC and Lucien get married...

“Can I have a brother?”

“You want a sibling? Well I’ll get to work on it.”

“Really!”

“Yeah. You’ll be going to a sleepover soon, won’t you?”

Kiro

Kiro was looking for you on a set when he heard MC talking on the phone. He was surprised by the way her tone was and jealous of the man on the other end. Was he seeing MC? Why haven’t she mentioned having a boyfriend?!

“MC, I want to get to know you better. You mean a lot to me. What I’m trying to say is I would like to meet the person living with you...”

“You know about him?”

“Yeah.”

“Well come over and meet him.”

When Kiro knocked he could feel his heart race. Was this guy more handsome than him? Did he have more shared interests with MC? What would he do if they got married and started a family?! No matter what he wanted to still try and win MC’s heart.

When he came inside his legs were hugged by small arms. Kiro looked down to see a 7 yr. old boy resembling MC. He greeted the idol when many details about himself. This is Liam?! MC has a son?! Kiro was the most shocked out of all the boys. His worries melted away but wondered about the father.

“Where’s your Dad, Liam?”

“I don’t know who he is. Someone told me that he’s in a place where bad people go when they force people to do things they don’t want to do.”

Kiro loves Liam so much that he bought him a guitar or a keyboard or even a kazoo. MC would always worry what mischievous the two would get into. Liam is the one sneaking Kiro his snacks. Kiro would ask Liam about what he would do if he was his father and watch him grow up.

After MC and Kiro get married...

“Papa, I can’t sleep because it’s all your fault!”

“What did I do?”

“You keep make loud noises at night when you think I’m asleep!”

“I’m so, so, so sorry!”

Gavin

Gavin was the first to learn about this other than the police. He did his best to find the scumbag who did this. Once he found the man, gave the guy a good beating, and gave the police anonymous tips. After graduation Gavin always worried about how she dealt with the trauma.

“It took everything I had not to ripe that guy to shreds.”

When he reconnected with her she seemed different. More motherly like for some reason then he helped MC pick up her son. Gavin‘s heart dropped when he realized why she left school for months. He felt a bit strange around Liam at first but grown to want to protect him as well. He looked so much like that man but acted more like MC. She would carry him when he got tired and scold him when he was reckless.

“Are you my dad?”

“No, I’m not. Sorry, bud.”

“Can you be? I’m the only one in my class with out one. I saved all my Happy Father’s Day cards that I make at school.”

“I... would be happy to have them all.”

Liam and Gavin would eat at all their favorite spots. MC’s son was so innocent that bird cop would make sure all the kids at his school wouldn’t make fun of him. His heart leaped knowing Liam bragged that a police officer was his dad.

“I’m a big man now!”

“Really? Your Mom told me that you sleep in her room when you get scared.”

“The monsters make everything creak!”

“Don’t worry you still have time to grow.”

Gavin was so protected he always made sure when they walked on the sidewalk that Liam was closer to the stores than the road. He told him that when he needed help that Gavin was always there for him and his mommy.

After MC and Gavin get married...

“Dad, is Mommy feeling okay?”

“Why do you ask?”

“Last night I heard funny noises and banging on the walls. Does she need to stay home?”

“...Please forgive us.”

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On The Balcony

(( @fae-nights , you’ve been one of my best friends on here! it shocks me how close you can get to a person, and i’m glad it was you! i remember looking at your blog and laughing because it made my day. even before i came on tumblr, you still managed to cheer me up! can you believe me that? anyways, it felt fulfilling to write this for you, and even though it may not fully express my gratitude to you for becoming my friend, i hope it’ll suffice for now. happy birthday!! :D ))

a lani birthday fic

warnings: mentions of alcohol, swearing

Cameras flash, their pro hero name being shouted from fans. Lani smiled effortlessly, waving and winking the audience, just like they had been taught. It felt unnatural, of course, because they were a new hero learning the ropes.

A hand to their hip, twirling in their simple-but-elegant black dress and blowing a kiss to their admirers as a final farewell before their turn in the blinding spotlight was over.

Lani’s quirk was called Mind Reader. They could hear other people’s thoughts, sometimes without meaning to. Intense and repetitive thoughts could cause pounding headaches. Fortunately, their prayers had been answered, and their quirk hadn’t activated involuntarily once that night. Yet.

When they were finally out of the spotlight, an event organizer grabbed ahold onto their arm and lead them away from the carpet, instructing them to go two levels upstairs and go to the end of the right hallway.

It was a talent, really, pretending to be okay when they were anything but. That morning, Lani had been on a mission trying to gain information from a group of troublemaking yakuza, but had been compromised. They insisted that they were okay, but one fractured rib said otherwise.

It felt shitty, failing so spectacularly on one of their first real missions. The injury didn’t exactly help much, either. Their boss had assured them that it was okay, that failure was a stepping stone to success, but they didn’t buy it.

Shaking their head and reminding themselves not to think about it, Lani made their way upstairs, their heels clacking on the steps.

“Hey, Lani!” a familiar voice pulled them out of their thoughts. “Sisi?”

“I never knew you’d be here! I thought formal things like this weren’t your style,” Sisi pointed out. She was wearing a chic black and white pantsuit with a black hijab and a white pearl necklace.

“I could say the same for you,” Lani laughed airily, but Sisi could tell their smile never reached their eyes.

“Are you—“

“Yeah, I’m fine. My ribs are a little messed up at the moment, but it’s all good!”

Sisi raised an eyebrow skeptically, but decided to let them off with a warning. “If you feel too unwell, you have to tell me.”

They nodded.

“Good,” she smiled.

They both glanced around the ball, taking in all the scenery. Heroes, actors, idols, athletes, everybody who was anybody attended. It was a huge charity ball thrown by the #1 Hero himself, Endeavor. “By the way, have you seen him?”

“Seen who?” Lani blinked.

“Endeavor!” she answered, sounding a little exasperated as she attempted to peer over the guests. Her height definitely wasn’t helping. “..or even Todoroki.”

“You mean you didn’t follow him here?” it came out as a snicker, and Sisi narrowed her eyes.

“No, you dummy,” her tone was annoyed, bordering on teasing. “I need him to sponsor my new support item.”

“What are you waiting for them? Go find the Todorokis,” Lani nudged the girl with their hip— a big mistake. Pain shot up their ribs, causing them to suck in a sharp breath.

“Hey, are you sure you’re—“

“Miss Sisi,” a hand tapped her wrist, interrupting their conversation. It was Endeavor’s son himself, Todoroki Shouto.

“Uhm, hi,” her nose scrunched up at the contact. Sisi waved awkwardly at him. “Did you want anything? Or did you just come to say hello?”

“My father requested your presence,” he replied, fidgeting with the cuff on the sleeve of his tuxedo. He’s styled his hair, it’s all pushed back and tousled with a lock of red falling in front of his blue eye.

“Is that so?” Lani grinned, knowing what that meant for their friend. “I’ve kept you long enough, Sis, go chase the bag!”

“But I don’t want to leave you alone..” she bit her lip, feeling guilty.

“I can come back at a later time, if that’s okay—“

“No!” they shook their head, “both of you, go, right now.”

Todoroki glanced at Sisi, who let out a defeated sigh. She frowned, stared at them like she had something serious she wanted to say, but chose not to, and shook her head. “Your table is by ours,” She straightened her posture, and pointed towards the front of the room, near the stage.

“I got it,” Lani quipped. “Have fun with Icy Hot!”

Sisi stuck out her tongue playfully, and linked arms with Todoroki, who lead her out of Lani’s sight.

It took them twenty-five minutes to find their table. Twenty-five. Almost half an hour of fans dragging their arms for a quick selfie or autograph, saying things like “I love you!” and “You’re so much more stunning in real life!”

“Finally,” they sighed, collapsing in their assigned seat, the weight taken off of their aching feet. They grabbed a shrimp cocktail from someone else sitting in front of them at that table. Shindo Yo.

“Do you know how long it took for me to get those?” Shindo scoffed, his eyebrows scrunching up at his long-time friend.

“Sorry,” Lani mumbled, “I’m just feeling overwhelmed.”

“This is only your first formal event, Jailani. You couldn’t possibly be feeling overwhelmed already,” he snorted smugly.

“I take back my sorry,” they huffed, “you’re an ass.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” he brushed the comment off. “You want me to get you a drink?”

“No,” they declined, “Sisi would kill me if she found out I got wasted before the main event even started.”

“Fair enough,” he shrugged.

“Who are we waiting for?” Lani looked to their left, seeing Uraraka Ochako on a place card and Midoriya Izuku diagonally across from them, next to Shindo’s seat.

“Deku and Uravity swapped over to Bakugou’s table, so we picked up Shinsou and Kaminari,” He explained, to which they nodded at.

Crap. Shinsou at their table. For the whole night. This confirmed it, the universe had decided that today just wasn’t Lani’s day. Lani wasn’t entirely sure why they disliked Shinsou Hitoshi so much.

Maybe it was their first conversation that turned them off; he was blunt and apathetic, and when Lani had tried to be friendly on the first day, he only returned the gesture with a hard stare before turning away. Which was only the beginning of their bitterness towards him.

He was simply unbearable. Always seeming to humiliate them at the worst times. Whenever Lani was goofing off or having fun, he seemed to always be there to kill the mood. It almost seemed like he got a kick out of it.

“On second thought,” Lani groaned, “get me a drink.”

“Say please, bitch.”

“You offered!” they argued. Shindo raised an eyebrow, and Lani knew that he was going to wait until they said please.

“Please.”

“Awh, it’s no problem then!” he smiled evilly.

“You’re a—“

“Ah ah ah,” he tsked, standing up from his seat, “don’t make me get you a drink just to dump it on you.”

That shut them up quickly. There was no way they’d allow Shindo to ruin the dress they had got for this specific night.

A while after Shindo’s leave, a large hand clapped down on their shoulder. Lani winced. It was Kaminari, looking down on them with a lopsided grin. “Hey there, beautiful.”

Although they appreciated the compliment, they groaned. “Just sit down, Kami.”

And he did sit. In Midoriya’s assigned seat.

“No no no,” Lani fake smiled, patting the seat next to them, “sit next to me.”

“No offence, but I’m not being the woman. Hitoshi can be the woman.”

Thrown off by the extremely childish comment, Lani opened their mouth, unsure what to say. Until he arrived.

“I guess this is my seat then,” Shinsou pulled back the chair. His deep voice boomed in their ears. Lani had to bite their lip to avoid making a face. Trying to ignore his existence, they begin to make conversation with Kaminari.

“So, uhm.. why did you guys swap with Deku and Uravity?” Lani made eye contact with Kaminari, making it clear that they were talking to him.

“I don’t know, I think Midoriya wanted to talk to Kacchan about something..” Kaminari answered, “I’m relieved, though. We were the only people without dates.”

“Please,” Lani snickered, “you two make a great couple.”

“Ew, take that back,” Kaminari said defensively, crossing his arms.

Shinsou sighed at their banter, making his annoyance incredibly clear. Lani rolled their eyes. Mood killer.

“I heard you got into a fight with a couple of Yakuza,” Kaminari leans into the table, “that’s badass!”

“Thank you!” Lani exaggerated. “Someone who understands my excellence!”

Shinsou squinted his eyes in concern, “are you okay?” he grabbed their elbow gently, and leaned closer, sending a shiver down their spine. Lani stared at him wide-eyed, shocked that he’d actually touched them. He let go of their arm.

“O-okay?” Lani mentally kicked themselves for stuttering. Damn it.

“The fight with the yakuza?” he searched their face, looking for a scar or a bruise or some sign of the fight. He’d never find it under all the concealer, though.

“I’m fine,” they recollected themselves.

He sighed yet again, “stop being stubborn.”

“Stop being annoying,” Lani shot back without missing a beat.

“Excuse me?” he raised an eyebrow. The remark took him by surprise.

Lani glared at him, “you heard me. I’m a pro hero. Risking my life is part of the job.”

“Being reckless isn’t,” he clenched his jaw, “your quirk is more suited to stealth situations, and you know—“

“I can handle myself just fine. I’m okay now, aren’t I?”

“You have a broken rib.”

“Fractured rib, actually. And I got two teeth pulled out.”

“Did you just say two—“

He was cut off by the dimming lights. Endeavor awkwardly struts on stage, telling everyone to take their seats and settle down. Lani can practically feel the holes Shinsou’s burning into their back.

Suddenly, their ears started blaring. Incoherent words rushed through their brain, washing out their own thoughts. Shit, their quirk activated. Lani’s eyes stung, and their breathing became uneven. They didn’t know what to do, because they couldn’t even think.

“..so please, enjoy your night,” Endeavor finished, and the room erupted in clapping noises. The lights on the stage were flickering. Everything seemed to be adding on to their migraine.

Lani got up, their body wobbling, and walked away, weaving through the tables to get back out into the hallway. It’s relatively empty, and the lack of people meant less unwanted thoughts in their head.

They looked around, only seeing a few workers taking a break on their phones. The sight made them realize that they had forgotten their on phone on the table. How utterly inconvenient.

Lani took a deep, steady breath—not too deep, on account of their ribs, and sighed it out as gently as they could. Their quirk had never bothered them that much since they became a pro hero, but then again, they’ve also never attended a ball.

“Follow me,” Shinsou said, walking past them and dropping their phone on the floor in front of them. When they blinked in surprise, seeming to be frozen in place, he glanced back. “Come on.”

Lani hastily picked up their phone, inspecting it to see if it had been damaged from the drop. They sighed and decided against telling him off for being careless with their phone. Being the bigger person is hard.

They followed him quietly upstairs, going to the third floor. He lead them down the hall and slid open a door, leading to the balcony.

“Why would you take me here?” Lani asked, confused.

“You, uhm.. you looked like you needed a breather,” Shinsou averted his gaze, resting his elbows on the furnace of the balcony.

“Oh,” they replied, not really sure what to say. Their number one enemy is being.. soft. It was a weird feeling. One that Lani did not want to admit that they enjoyed.

“I wanted to make sure you were okay.. I’m sorry I was being an ass about it.”

“Yeah, okay. It’s cool.”

“Thanks,” they added under their breath, hoping that the purple-haired insomniac would hear it.

“Hmm? What was that, sweetheart?” he raised an eyebrow playfully.

“You’re a jerk.”

Shinsou chuckled, a low, deep sound that vibrated in his chest. “Sorry, couldn’t help it.”

Although he had just been teasing them, Lani had begun to relax in his presence and take in the scenery outside. The sun fell asleep, shielded behind three sloping, blue mountains, each smaller but tougher than the one before. The trees were strong, black soldiers, standing in an unmoving row. The faded music from the dance floor serving as some sort of lullaby, if that were the right word for it.

The Todoroki’s sure knew how to throw a party, that was for sure.

“So.. how has your night been?”

“Annoying,” he replied bitterly, causing Lani to stifle a giggle. “Don’t laugh at my misfortune.”

“Sorry, sorry,” they said in between more laughs, “do you want to talk about it?”

“I thought you hated me.”

“I don’t *hate* you,” Lani emphasized.

“Wow, I feel so much better now, darling. Thanks for the support,” he said, voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Relax,” they replied, “As I was saying. I’ve never hated you.”

“Is that so?”

“I never said I liked you. I just said that I never hated you.”

Shinsou laughed once again. It was a sound that Lani could get used to.

“Then how about I redeem myself?” he offered. Was he serious?

“And how would you do that?” Lani entertained the idea, anything was better than going back to the ball room.

The brainwashing hero pondered in thought. “How would you want me to?”

“Don’t turn this back on me!” they protested. He shrugged. “Was worth a try.”

Lani paused for a moment, and then quietly sucked in a breath, “A date.”

“What?”

“I said what I said,” they crossed their arms.

He recovered from his shock, smirking down at them. “Of course. I think I do owe you that much.”

“Yeah, you do.”

He clicked his tongue at the snarky reply, “Brat.”

“Asshat.”

“Dum—“

“Don’t make me take back that date,” Lani threatened teasingly.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“I really would~” they sing-songed. A moment passed, his lack of reply causing Lani to avert their gaze from the sunset to his piercing eyes.

He grabbed their face with one hand, gently stroking his thumb from their cheek to their jawline. “Can I—“

“Yeah,” Lani replied breathlessly.

And with that consent, Shinsou pulled them in closer. Time stopped when his lips met theirs, but the flutter only intensified. Lani’s heart pounded in their chest as their knees got wobbly again, but this time, it wasn’t from the pain of their quirk.

He pulled away, his eyes immediately finding theirs again. “That.. that was—“

“Yeah,” Lani agreed, sparing him the embarrassment, much to his relief.

“So-“

“Can-“

They both stared at each other for a moment, and then burst out in a fit of laughter.

“You can go first, Shinsou.”

“I was going to ask.. how about that date?” he bit his lip bashfully. It was out of character, yes, but extremely cute.

“Right now?”

“We both don’t want to be here,” he pointed out, “I bet I can give you a much better time.”

Lani thought it over. He was right. There wasn’t much they wanted to do at the ball, and they had already made their appearance for the media.

“Sure,” they nodded, “we can go.”

He smiled. A genuine one, too. Not his usual shit-eating grin that made Lani want to slap him.

“Okay.. great.”

“Great.”

#shinsou Hitoshi #Shinsou #bnha #Shinsou x reader #Shinsou fic #bnha x reader #mha

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Do you have any taekook average/long fics related to mafia/gang stuffs with a hint of angst and smut? (Top tae if possible) Thank you ! ❤

helloooo !! gang aus coming up :) these might not have all the elements each of you are looking for (especially the angst since these aus tend to be pretty heavy) but i hope you can enjoy them nonetheless.

Kiss With a Fist - byeolguk (( 30/? | M | 187,718 ))

“Need a little help, love?” Jungkook asks, teasing him.

“Nah I had it all under control, sweetheart,” Taehyung answers with a smile, blood oozing from his split lip. Goddamn even smiling hurt now. Fuckity fuck fuck. Jungkook only rolls his eyes, his cocky smirk never slipping and Taehyung almost forgets how much pain he’s in.

Taekook Prison Au

The Viper and His Bunny - buttercupguk (sselizabeth) (( 29/? | M | 241,895 ))

Taehyung had the entirety of Seoul in the palm of his hand, known venomously as the Viper for his reckless trigger finger. He never thought he'd be good for anything but killing—until he fell upon the bunny hybrid who'd been to hell and back twice, with eyes as starry as the solar system and a heart just as big.

Featuring right-hand man and assassin Jimin, intelligence ace Namjoon, designated doctor Hoseok, and war criminal Yoongi.

“There are people out there who would destroy this city to take me down. You know they'll try to get to you, right, bunny?"

One ear lopped over, Jungkook said petulantly, "Let them try. They won't get far."

Baby doll, you’re perfect - BTSLarryAf (( 34/34 | E | 117,194 ))

Yoongi got involved in a gang activity to take care of himself and especially his baby brother because they had horrible childhood. He’s been trying to keep Taehyung away from that world to keep him safe. The younger lived with their grandparents but after both of them die, Yoongi has no choice but to bring Taehyung to live with him and the gang to keep him safe.

His boss Jeongguk isn’t fond of the idea of an annoying kid living with them but somehow Taehyung gets under his skin. He gets a perfect idea – he might have some fun with corrupting the innocent guy and get some occasional good fuck from it. Little does he know that Taehyung has darkness inside him, darkness that slowly starts coming up on surface and infatuates the gangster. And over time, Taehyung makes a way into the boss’ cold heart.

down to the needle - aeterisks (( 1/1 | E | 50,445 ))

Where Taehyung focused on bold, strong edges, Jeongguk was all about delicacy and attention to detail. Two sides of the same coin that perhaps shouldn't have ever met in the first place. However, once Jeongguk starts to get to know him, he just can't pull away.

But I Still Want You - shargukkie (( 14/14 | E | 33,044 ))

After breaking into a building own by the feared tech gang, the Kim Group, Jungkook found himself on a run to escape from being caught that brought him to walking all alone in a deserted highway. That was when he received a free lift from a passing driver named Taehyung without knowing the real danger that awaited him.

It’s Getting Ugly! - meganni (( 1/1 | E | 39,123 ))

Basically, Jeongguk and Taehyung are in a gang that is full of individuals with mental health problems, most of which they refuse to face. So what the two of them do is basically go with it.

And oh, they have loads of filthy sex on the side.

refrigerator humming, chewing gum and instant karma - locks (( 8/8 | E | 61,449 ))

Taehyung sets the flowers down on the dining table, plucking the card off the little holder. "Dearest Taehyung, just wanted you to know that I'm thinking about you. I hope you're thinking about me too. Love--" he pauses and squints before cocking an eyebrow and pursing his lips. "Hyung, why is the boss of your little boy band gang professing his love for me?"

Yoongi drops the noodles on the floor with a loud curse as he burns his hand.

Or, Taehyung's been trying his hardest to avoid Yoongi's criminal life for a long ass time, but a cute kid and his infuriating father keep pulling him deeper into the mix.

House of Cards - sugamins (( 25/25 | E | 394,890 ))

Jungkook is the heir to a mob empire, the most notorious in the whole of Seoul. Taehyung is a rookie sent in to infiltrate by his select team and bring the empire crumbling down.

"You knew the game and played it, it kills to know that you have been defeated."

lover not a fighter, but i’ll fight for what i love - suninhersmile (( 51/51 | E | 195,669 ))

Jungkook leaned into his hand, nuzzling his palm. Warmth shot down Taehyung’s arm.

“I want you to take care of me, TaeTae hyungie,” he mumbled. He kissed the palm of his hand, his lips soft and plump against the rough skin. “I like you a lot.”

Warmth bloomed in Taehyung’s chest. He felt his eyes soften as he looked at Jungkook, and he smiled slightly.

“I like you a lot, too,” he whispered.

Kim Taehyung didn't know what to expect when he was hired to protect the son of South Korea's most notorious gang leader, but he certainly never expected to fall in love with him.

[read the tags!!]

Taste of Ink - sugamins (( 12/12 | M | 128,177 ))

Jungkook is a drug runner for the largest gang in the whole of Busan: the Sam Yong Pa.

One day he bumps into a runner for a rival gang in the next district that has trespassed into their territory: a Geum Sung Pa boy called Jimin. Jimin has a friend, a goon for the rival gang.

Taehyung beats people up for a living, and boy, does he look good when he’s doing it.

But their blossoming friendships reignite old gang flames and causes the most brutal gang war the country has ever seen.

Dragons destroy and stars explode.

Only Breathing - Aquiver - Sharleena (( 1/1 | E | 24,388 ))

Like all things about Taehyung, being loved by him is loud, messy and familiar. Under lilac neon lights his hair is a shade lighter and his skin is gold, Jungkook's hands tremble when he touches it and Taehyung keeps mixing weird sauces in his ramen.

“Do you still quiver when I touch you?”

“Always.”

of smokey bars and burning hearts - madeliefie (( 11/11 | N/R | 47,106 ))

The boy -man- is beautiful. The way the light shines on his face tugs at Jeongguk's heartstrings and for the first time in his life, he's caught off guard. Jeongguk knows he isn't going to heaven and he figures that this boy is the closest thing to an angel he'll get.

Taehyung wants the world to know who he is and Jeongguk is dangerous enough to make that happen.

Red Dragon on a back - narcisara (( 8/8 | E | 33,361 ))

“I hope you understand. Please, don't expect that if you ask me to drop everything, I'll actually do it, because I can't and won't,” Jeongguk adds, turning around, his face is serious, his lips forming a straight line.

Taehyung doesn't know what being yourself around someone else means, Jeongguk is there to show him.

abyssal - smoltae (( 37/37 | G | 70,426 ))

Jeon Jeongguk has always appreciated rare, beautiful things. And Kim Taehyung? He is as rare and beautiful as they come.

or, Jeongguk is a mobster with a weakness for rare art, and Taehyung is the only captive mermaid in Seoul. And maybe, they are meant to save each other.

You’re my snow - froot_loops, regina_phalagne (( 18/18 | N/R | 52,422 ))

Taehyung expected his life to be endangered, given that his brother is working for Seoul's biggest underground organization (which really is just a fancy word for Mafia if you asked Tae), yet he didn’t expect a dark haired stranger bursting in while he was taking a bath.

Bang Bang, You Shot Me Down - orphan_account (( 9/9 | E | 82,760 ))

“Revenge, Jeongguk, is a dish best served cold. Fuck that.” Taehyung grinned, both hands on Jeongguk's hips. “It’s hot outside and my blood is boiling. Together, baby, we’ll serve it ablaze.”

admin nj - pls enjoy :)

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