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kavtsuki · 1 year

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everything i post will have adequate warnings and tags applied, but for the safety of everyone here i ask that you please make sure to read this post carefully before sending in a request. requests are currently : 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 !!

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i write fluff, angst, smut, headcanons ❪ max five characters ❫, drabbles, alternate universes, and short stories ❪ 5k+ words ❫.

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i will not write about cheating ❪ on the reader's behalf ❫, manipulation, abuse, etc. however, i will write about the reader being cheated on ❪ although not explicitly; mostly just mentioned in passing ❫.

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i highly suggest reading the warnings on every story that i create in case anything included is possibly triggering for you as a reader. do not proceed to read any story of mine before you have safely comprehended what you are about to read.

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HARRY POTTER UNIVERSE . . . harry james potter, ronald weasley, neville longbottom, draco malfoy, blaise zabini, theodore nott, dean thomas, fred weasley, george weasley, bill weasley, cedric diggory, oliver wood, james potter, sirius black, remus lupin, sebastian sallow and ominis gaunt.

THE BAD BATCH . . . all of the bad batch members ❪ excluding omega ❫.

DC UNIVERSE . . . bruce wayne ❪ gotham version, battinson version, and comics version ❫, jason todd ❪ red hood, titans, and arkham knight version ❫, dick grayson ❪ nightwing, young justice, and titans version ❫, tim drake ❪ young justice and comics version ❫, damian wayne ❪ comics version ❫, wally west ❪ young justice version ❫, garfield logan ❪ titans version ❫, conner kent ❪ titans and young justice version ❫, and jaime reyes ❪ young justice version ❫.

GOD OF WAR . . . kratos, heimdall, brok, sindri, thor, freyr, mimir ❪ before beheading ❫ and baldur.

ASSASSIN'S CREED: VALHALLA . . . male!eivor varinsdottir, sigurd styrbjornson, vili hemmingson, hrolfr/rollo, ubba ragnarsson, hytham, basim ibn ishaq, otta sluggason, aelfred the great, and leofrith.

MARVEL UNIVERSE . . . bucky barnes ❪ the winter soldier ❫, stephen strange ❪ doctor strange ❫, peter parker ❪ andrew garfield and tom holland’s versions ❫, and pietro maximoff ❪ quicksilver ❫.

HAIKYUU . . . all of karasuno, all of nekoma, all of aoba johsai, all of date tech, all of shiratorizawa, and all of inarizaki. other characters include takeru nakashima from wakutani south, yuudai hyakuzawa from kakugawa high, suguru daishou, kouji hiroo and isumi sakishima from nohebi academy, and sakusa kiyoomi and motoya komori from itachiyama institute.

BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA . . . all of class 1-A and all of the league of villains. other characters include mirio togata and tamaki amajiki from the big three, tetsutetsu tetsutetsu, sen kaibara, and neito monoma from class 1-B, hitoshi shinsou from the department of general education, yo shindo from ketsubutsu academy, inasa yoarashi from shiketsu high, and pro heroes shouta aizawa ❪ eraserhead ❫, keigo takami ❪ hawks ❫, taishiro toyomitsu ❪ fatgum ❫, toshinori yagi ❪ all might ❫, enji todoroki ❪ endeavor ❫, tensei iida ❪ original ingenium ❫, and mirai sasaki ❪ sir nighteye ❫.

JUJUTSU KAISEN . . . inumaki toge, gojou satoru, chousou, ryoumen sukuna, kento nanami, junpei yoshino, aoi todo, itadori yuuji, and megumi fushiguro.

BUNGOU STRAY DOGS . . . all of the armed detective agency and all of the port mafia. other characters include edgar allan poe and mark twain from the guild, and fyodor dostoevsky from the decay of angels.

DEMON SLAYER . . . tanjiro kamado, zenitsu agatsuma, inosuke hashibira, and giyuu tomioka. other characters include kyoujurou rengoku from the hashira group, genya shinazugawa also from the demon slayer corp, and yushiro the demon.

KUROKO NO BASKET. . . all of seirin high school. all of the generation of miracles, yukio kasamatsu from kaijou high school, takao kazunari from shuutoku high school, tatsuya himuro from yousen high school, and reo mibuchi and kotarou hayama from rakuzan high school.

ATTACK ON TITAN . . . all of the scout regiment. other characters include marco bodt, moblit berner, and reiner braun and bertholdt hoover from the marleyan warriors.

TOKYO REVENGERS . . . manjiro sano ( mikey ), takashi mitsuya, shinichiro sano, naoto tachibana, ken ryuguji ❪ draken ❫, atsushi sendo, chifuyu matsuno, baji kaisuke, kazutora hanemiya, ran haitani, rindou haitani, nahoya kawata ❪ smiley ❫, hajime kokonoi, wakasa imaushi, and souya kawata ❪ angry ❫.

OBEY ME . . . lucifer, mammon, leviathan, beelzebub, belphegor, simeon and diavolo.

VOLTRON: LEGENDARY DEFENDERS . . . keith kogane, lance mcclain, and lotor.

MYSTIC MESSENGER . . . hyun ryu ❪ zen ❫, yoosung kim, jumin han, saeyoung choi ❪ seven/707 ❫, jihyun kim ❪ v ❫, and saeran choi ❪ ray/unknown ❫.

OTHERS . . . leon kennedy + chris redfield + carlos oliveira + ethan winters ❪ resident evil ❫, joel miller + tommy miller ❪ the last of us - video game version only ❫, steve harrington + eddie munson ❪ stranger things ❫, rick grimes + daryl dixon ❪ the walking dead ❫.

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shokuhimaru · 1 year

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Haikyuu Mafia!AU x Reader [Welcome to the Mafia]

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"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU PUT IN ME?"

TW: Blood, mentions of murder, ACTUAL MURDER-, suicide, kidnap, teasing, ECT (no smut in this today)

Part 1:

Hiding in the vent I'm on the verge of crying. There are 7 different mafia bosses looking for me. Oh god why? Shit if I make any noise they are going to kill me! "Y/N-CHAN HELP PL-" their sentence gets cut off with something stuffing there mouth. "Oh y/n maybe stop hiding and come out, we may have to kill your friend if you don't come out" the boss of the Royals says (Aoba Johsai) I hear the muffled screams of your best friend and you kick down the vent door and run to your best friend. But sadly before you could reach your best friend they shot them in the head. I let out a loud scream before you feel a sharp needle hit your arm. "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU PUT IN ME?" The Owl looking boy just shushes me and leans down to pat my head. I weakly slap my hand at the own dude, my vision slowly gets blurry and your voice seems like it messes up "Well I guess she is out" the Shadow Cats boss says. Someone wraps there arms around me and carries me far.

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"mmmph!" I struggle to break free of these ropes "Oh little cutie don't be startled I'm just gonna tell you how this is gonna work. Your gonna be our mafia girl. Yes it is what it looks like we kidnapped you, but for good reasons only, By the way My name is Toru Oikawa the boss of the Royals" at this remark I kick at him but he only pats me on the head "Ah little cutie, until you can be nice then I can let you roam around until then welcome to the mafia"

Author chan: I'll make a part two soon i hope you enjoy ^^

#haikyuu!!#aoba jōsai #fukurodani #nekoma high #shiratorizawa #inarizaki #date tech #haikyuu mafia

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moonlit-mizukage · 1 month

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Picking Sides - Tendou x Fem!reader

Summary: Y/n was a wild card, she’d been around, went to college and now back in the mobster lifestyle. Things can never be as simple as they are on the surface though. Y/n finds love… in a rival mafia, while sleeping with the leader of her mafia… Talk about complicated…. Not only this, but her new best friend is somehow involved in the whole thing too? Y/n has to make a big decision when it comes down to what she will do and WHO she will do in the end. Follow the extremely complicated journey of Y/l/n Y/n and see if she can make it out alive.

TW: Swearing, gore, blood, mutilation, sex, mentions of sex, drinking, guns

Taglist: open! Dm or comment to be added!

Word Count: 2.3K

AN: I'm back !! Sorry for the long Hiatus, alot of mental and physical health stuff went down but I am back again to post and share my work with everyone :)

Chapter Three: Third Person Pov

The meeting continued as Bokuto couldn't take his eyes off Y/n.

They finished rather quickly and came to a conclusion.

“So we shall see you at the mixer with Kurasuno and the others.” Bokuto said, reaching for Kuroo’s hand.

“Yes you will.”

The three Nekoma slid out of the bench as Y/n felt hand on her wrist.

“Are you forgetting something?” Bokoto asked.

“No.” She said nervously.

Bokuto grabbed her wrist and began to drag her to the back room.

“Y/n….what the hell is going on?”

“I guess I can start by saying I am Nekoma… like one of the tops of Nekoma.” Y/n rubbed the back of her neck.

“I can see that.” Bokuto said sassily. “Is this the reason you turned down my confession?”

“Umm…. kinda I guess yeah.”

“What do you mean kinda?” Bokuto asked.

“Hey are you guys done? I need to talk to Y/n.” Hana said.

“Yes we are.” Y/n said as she walked away.

“Um I wasn’t done?” Bokuto said.

Y/n rushed off behind Hana as they went into the kitchen.

“When were you going to tell me?” Hana didn't beat around the bush.

“Nana, I can explain.” Y/n said.

“You better. I am so sick of everyone lying to me.”

“It wasn’t really my choice, Kuroo said no and what boss says goes.” Y/n spoke up.

“I know that from Akaashi always has to listen to Bokuto, but you could have at least dropped a hint.”

“How about you then? You knew everything was happening with Bokuto and I, and you stayed quiet? I was fucking a mob boss bro.”

“Oh my gosh Y/n!” Hana covered her mouth.

“What?”

Hana leaned in and whispered.

“You are fucking Kuroo too!”

“Listen…. Yes….but no one knows so shut up please…. I love you.”

Hana squealed as she hugged Y/n.

“Hope this works out better for you this time than the last.”

“This time it's strictly sex though.” Y/n said.

“Okay I am not mad anymore bestie….. Because I haven’t been completely honest either.”

“Oh?”

“Oikawa Tooru is my older brother.”

“Aoba Johsai?” Y/n asked surprised.

“Yeah.” Hana rubbed the back of her neck, “I am trying to make a deal with him and Fukurodani since I am marrying Akaashi.”

“You’re marrying him?!?” Y/n shouted a little louder than she should have.

“He asked last night after we got home.”

“I'm so happy for you!”

“Am I interrupting?” Kuroo asked from the doorway.

“Not at all.” Hana smiled.

“Cmon Y/n, we have to go back and see Kenma.” Kuroo said.

“See you later Hana.”

Bokuto, Akaashi and Konoha walked into the kitchen.

“So Bo, that was your side piece?” Konoha asked.

“No, she was my main piece.”

“Don’t go all emo on us now Bokuto.” Akaashi said.

“I am going to call Tooru.” Hana said. She picked up her phone and dialed his number.

“Just made important allies today.” She said as he answered the phone.

“Who?”

“Nekoma,” Hana said, “turns out my best friend is there too.”

“Are you bringing her down then when you come next month? I’d like to talk to a Nekoma member myself.” Oikawa said.

“I can request it, yes.”

Back in the Nekoma van, Y/n looked over to Kuroo in the front seat.

“Well that was a little messy, huh Y/n?” Yaku asked.

“Listen… how did I know someone like him would be a mob boss?”

“Yaku when we arrive home I need you to leave the vehicle. Y/n and I need to have a private chat.”

“If you guys are going to fuck just say you are going to fuck. Nekoma already knows.” Yaku said.

“They what?!?!?” Y/n asked.

“Kuroo is terrible at hiding things from Kenma and Lev found out through reading his texts, then Lev told everyone else.”

“Fine, I want to fuck her in the car, so get out as soon as we stop.”

Y/n’s face was beat red as she stared out the passenger seat window.

Kuroo pulled up in the driveway as Yaku bolted to the front door.

Kuroo pulled Y/n over to his lap as he began to kiss her neck.

Yaku entered the mansion to be greeted by Kenma and Kai.

“Are they fucking in my car again?” Kenma asked.

“Yes, both seemed surprised that I knew but not mad I guess.”

“Good, It’s all fun and games till one falls for the other.”

“It’s too late for that.” Kenma said as he exited the room.

Yaku looked to Kai as Lev entered the room.

“What did I miss?” Lev asked.

“Nothing.” Yaku said as he followed behind Kenma.

The next morning, Hana called Y/n.

“Hey, you know how we have that big party this week with Kurasuno? Well how about I set one up with Aoba Johsai?” Hana asked.

“Oh shit, for real? Kuroo would love that honestly.” Y/n said back.

“Well… there's one guest who was invited only for them and they asked you to come.” Hana said nervously.

“Oh um.. I will have to talk to Kuroo about it with you. Make sure there is no danger after all.” Y/n said.

“Yeah that makes sense. Are you free today? I could come over and talk about it.”

“We have the party to prepare for.”

“Oh yes, okay, how about tomorrow?”

“Can it wait till after the party? A lot is riding on this deal with Kurasuno. We might be able to get Date Tech apparently on our side too.”

“Date tech?? They have the best defense in Miyagi.”

“We could use them, Nana.”

The rest of the week went by fast as Nekoma prepared for Kurasuno’s arrival.

“What the fuck are you wearing?” Kuroo said as he busted into Y/n’s room.

“My cocktail dress?” She asked, confused.

“You know we are trying to make an alliance with them, not fuck them.” He snapped.

“What the hell is your problem today?” She asked him.

“Y/n,” He sighed, “Sorry I am just in my head about everything.”

“It’s fine Tetsu, let’s just get this over with.”

“You look beautiful, don’t let me tell you otherwise.” With that he walked out the door.

Y/n sighed to herself as she walked out the door.

“Y/n!” a voice yelled from behind her. “You look smoking hot!”

“Thanks Yamamoto.” She said with a laugh.

The two walked down the hallway together as they discussed driving arrangements.

“Lev! You are not driving!” Kenma yelled.

“I’ll drive him.” Y/n chimed in from behind.

“No, you are still grounded from driving.”

“Kuroo! That’s not fair!” Y/n whined.

He rolled his eyes as he led the crew outside.

“Get in.” He ordered Y/n as he opened the passenger door on the SUV. It was her turn to roll her eyes and hop inside.

Yaku and Kai jumped into the back seats as Kuroo pulled out of the driveway.

They rode up in silence and rather quickly because the hall they rented was rather close.

Kurasuno introduced themselves as Y/n went off to make herself a drink. At this time Fukurodani showed up as well.

Hana immediately rushed to Y/n’s side.

“Girl holy shit, look at my rock.” She flashed her hand to Y/n.

“Wow, good job Akaashi.” Y/n said to him as he just walked up.

“Thanks Y/n. You look nice tonight.” He looked over to Bokuto who was staring her down.

A man with a shaved head and a man with black hair and a blonde strip approached her.

“Just want to say you look like a smoking babe.” The bald one said.

“A smoking babe….?” Y/n asked.

“Yeah like you're hot and I am here for it, Names Tanaka. This is NIshinoya.”

“I’m Y/n.”

“Nice to meet you, hot stuff.”

“Looks like we found the flirts of Kurasuno.” Hana said as she clung to Akaashi’s arm.

Y/n laughed along with the guys as she walked over to a table with them. Kuroo noticed the casual flirting going on as he let out a slight growl.

“Everything okay Kuroo?” Daichi asked.

“Oh yes, just one minute please.” Kuroo walked right up to Y/n and asked to speak to her alone.

Y/n followed suspiciously behind as people watched. He entered the kitchen as he screamed at the staff to leave.

“What the hell do you think you are doing?” Kuroo asked Y/n.

“I think I am making friends…?” She said, confused.

“I think you are just being a whore is all.”

“Well that came out of nowhere.” She said, “Why did you take me back here just to scream like an animal anyways.”

“I am your boss! Show me some respect!” Bokuto and Akaashi walked back into the kitchen at this point.

“Look, an audience for your temper tantrum.” She spat.

Kuroo raised his hand up to hit her as she waited for the impact. She opened her eyes to Akaashi standing between them.

“We don’t hit women here, Kuroo.” He said plainly.

Kuroo growled as he pulled his hand back to his side. “Go home. That's an order.”

Y/n rolled her eyes as she walked out of the room. She walked into the main dining hall as she collected her shit and and Kuroo’s BMW keys and left.

She paid no attention to the quiet room as she stormed out of the building.

Y/n got behind the wheel of the car and sped off. Y/n was a terrible driver when she was mad.

It was about 30 minutes later when Y/n finally pulled over. She got out of the car and jumped on the hood.

Come to mine and Akaashi’s tonight.

The message read from Hana.

Y/n sighed as she slammed her phone down on the hood.

Back at the party things seemed to be going okay again once Kuroo made up a lie about Y/n to Kurasuno.

It wasn’t till a few days later when Y/n was hanging out with Hana at her house. Akaashi came home to find the two on the couch watching anime movies.

“Hey Hana, can I talk to you for a second.” Akaashi motioned to her to come into the kitchen. She got off the couch and followed behind him.

“What’s going on babe?” She asked.

“Is Y/n going with you to Miyagi?”

“Well we haven't exactly Talked to Kuroo yet about it.”

“Bo and I just left a meeting with him, we voted for her to go.”

“Oh? Is she growing on you now or something?” Hana teased.

“I misunderstood her at first. She is your best friend and I respect that.” He stuck his head out the door. “Call Kuroo about the Seijoh meeting, Y/n.”

Y/n stood up and walked into the guest bedroom as she closed the door. Kuroo was quick to answer the phone.

“So you are going to Miyagi alone huh?”

“WIth Hana actually.”

“You better not mess up a deal for us Y/n.” He teased her.

It was getting harder and harder for Y/n to keep up with his constant mood swings.

“I won’t Kuroo.”

Kuroo hung up the phone.

Y/n walked back into the living room to where Akaashi and Hana were sitting on the couch.

“How did it go?” Hana asked.

“Fine I guess. Akaashi, can I ask you a favor?”

“What's that?” He was intrigued.

“Nevermind, I think I am over reacting.”

“If it’s about sleeping with him I already figured that out.” Akaashi said.

“I um what- how do you know- did he tell you??”

“Just the way he acts around Bokuto. He’s very jealous and shit. Doesn’t look good on him honestly.”

“Fuck…. Does Bokuto know?”

“No. and let’s keep it that way.” Akaashi said.

Y/n sighed as she picked up the alcohol bottle off the table.

“I am going to the guest bedroom for the night. If you need me, please don’t.”

“Are you going to be okay?” Hana asked.

“Yeah, I just need a drink and a conversation to happen.”

“We will be in our room if you need anything.” Hana said.

“Okay….” Y/n walked away to the room.

“Hope she will be okay. I have never seen her so down before.” Hana said to Akaashi.

Inside the guest bedroom Y/n pulled out her phone to call Kuroo once again. She rang him but he declined her call. She called him again and again. Until he had declined her 3 times. Y/n decided to call Yaku.

“Is Kuroo with you? I need to talk to him.” Y/n said as he answered the phone.

“Um he is busy.” Yaku said nervously.

“Doing what?” Y/n asked. “I have the Miyagi meeting in a day.”

“Yes but you're not here so he had some personal stuff to do.” Yaku said.

“What’s the bitches name, Yaku?”

“Y/n don’t do this to yourself. He’s our boss after all.”

“It's not that Yaku… It’s the fact he lied to me… How long has he been doing this?”

“Y/n….”

“How long Yaku?”

“The past two weeks. He told me you didn’t meet his needs as much anymore.”

Y/n hung up the phone.

She chugged back the 26oz tequila in her hand as fast as she could. She felt tears begin to well in her eyes. She looked over at her phone to see missed calls from Kuroo and Yaku. She sighed as she turned on her phone and pulled up an old contact.

The phone began to ring as she felt her heart race.

“Hello? Y/n? Why are you calling me?” The voice rang out.

“I didn’t know who else to call honestly.”

“What’s going on?”

“Can you pick me up?” She asked in a small voice.

“Are you crying?”

“Not important. So can you?”

“Where are you?” He asked.

“Akaashi and Hana’s.”

“I’ll be there soon.”

“Bokuto…. come to the guest bedroom window please.”

“Umm okay.”

“Thanks”.

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yesidosimp · 2 years

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𝐒𝐩𝐲!𝐎𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐱 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Warning: sexual content, kidnapping, human trafficking, murder, assassins/spies/mafias, bondage, (istg the fic is not even that bad but sayin all these things makes it sound horrible.)

(Everything is in oikawa's pov)

Another box checked of the list, that would be all he was.

But usually he wouldn’t mind that. Oikawa Toru was a spy for the National Japanese Crime Association. He was a representative for Miyagi with his other subordinates. He loved his job and everything it included but something was missing in his life. Although the tall specimen never had problems getting girls. (I mean look at him 😩) He always felt used by the end of it

Either the girl would get too suspicious of him having to work constantly and so much. Or they got tired of his lack of commitment. Or they simply saw him as another guy checked of from their list to fuck with. And Oikawa would be genuine with most of them but that proved to be wrong. Around the start of his career as head of Aoba Johsai he too decided that he should just fuck around because a relationship at this point would be unachieveable. Also he’s in the prime of his life. At only 19, he proved to be one of the best spies corporate had seen, so now at 24, he shouldn’t worry about relationships. He has the rest of his life to get some love. Right now, he wants to work his way to the top and become the best spy of miyagi, then the best of Japan, and while we’re being ambitious let’s just become the best worldwide! He wants his name, his code name, to be feared.

He was Oikawa Toru, normal office job worker by day but at night he would become Asmodeus. Prince of all demons and being that twists all sexual desires. Ofcourse that wasn’t really his power. It was mainly a name he came up with to look cool. Truth to be told when he first started, at age 18 he wanted to sound like a ladies’ magnet. So he came up with the name Asmodeus from some random demon anime he once watched. He did regret it immediately but, unfortunately for him, wasn’t able to change it. Though he came to not entirely despise the name. Especially after people started whispering about ‘Asmodeus striking again’.

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Oikawa was in the elevator of his office. He pushed in a combination of numbers until a light sparked. To the public this might seem like a normal office but for the people of the Association it was their headquarters. They wouldn’t be there all the time, that would make it too easy to decipher that it wasn’t what it seemed to be. But Oikawa had to be there today. He had to return important intel and it it were to get lost or destroyed his head would literally be rolling. He walked out of the elevator and through a corridor that let to an office with foggy glass doors. He knocked twice and then walked inside.

“I’m back~” Oikawa says in a sing song voice.

“Oh wow you get back faster every time.” His commander said.

“You know what I always say, ‘if you’re gonna hit it, hit it till it breaks.’” He smirks.

“Yes. You actually came right on time. I have another mission for you.”

“What is it?” Oikawa asks with hungry eyes. He’s always been eager to work more and get better, to get closer to his goal.

“Karasuno-“

“No” Oikawa looked annoyed.

Oikawa had had a past with Karasuno. His junior Kageyama Tobio had left his squad to go there instead because they could’ve ‘offered him better learning experiences’. Don’t get him wrong now, Oikawa didn’t like Kageyama, no, he despised him. But he didn’t want him to leave because now Karasuno would know about Seijoh’s tactics, trainings and more. He hated the little punk for being such a genius, for trying to surpass him. So no way in hell was Oikawa going to help the squad that’s trying to out-shine his own.ˋˋ

“Listen Asmodeus, I know this might get personal but you know as well as I that that shouldn’t be an excuse.”

Oikawa sighed.

“Besides, I chose u specifically for this mission because I thought it might interest you.”

“Ugh, whatever. Tell me the gist” Oikawa said disinterested. Trying to be as polite as he could thinking about his annoying junior.

“Karasuno’s newbie spies Kageyama Tobio and Hinata Shoyo were sent on a fairly easy mission. They were supposed to just collect data on the street but were kidnapped on their mission.”

Oikawa let out a laugh. “Two ‘spies’ were kidnapped? Seriously?” Oikawa sighed in disappointment and amusement.

“Yes, but more importantly, they were able to send a last signal with the tracker before all connections broke off. That was the location they were at which seemed to be very close to the famous Tokyo yakuza we’ve been trac-“

“Yūdokuna Bara?!” Oikawa interrupted him.

Oikawa has a past with the Yūdokuna Bara, his reaction might’ve revealed that. When he was only 14 years old his dad got murdered by them. Back in the day his dad also worked for the corporation as a spy. Although Oikawa would only realise this years later. He felt so hopeless by his murder that even as a teenager he tried to get more information on what had happened with his father. Eventually he came into contact with another spy, who wasn’t doing a good job and has gotten their identity revealed. With this Oikawa found out he was the son to a former spy that was murdered because of the famous Tokyo gang ‘Yūdokuna Bara’. Back then they were smaller than now but they were still a great threat. Still knowing this wasn’t enough to soothe the pain in his heart. So he became a spy to not only continue his father’s legacy but to also be able to one day take revenge.

“Indeed. So this would be a win for you. Not only do you get to save your previous junior but you also get a chance to investigate at their hideout. Make sure to deliver any intel you may get from there.”

“Yes sir!!” Oikawa answered sternly.

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Oikawa was now on his way to the hideout. His plan was easy,

Step 1: get familiar with the scenery. He had to blend in, considering the hideout was somewhere along a fancy bar that wouldn’t be so hard on him. He already looked stunning and rich so that would be a piece of cake.

Step 2: Try to associate with all the important looking men around the place. Connections are important.

Step 3: At this point he should’ve found some clues on where Karasuno’s boys should be. But he should lay low just to be sure.

Step 4: Laugh in Tobio-chan’s face about how dumb he is for getting catched and don’t forget to annoy chibi-chan as wel.

Lastly step 5: return to the hideout with the mission succesful and some intel on the Yūdokuna Bara. And maybe punch a yakuza or 2-

He walked into the bar and looked around. It was quite big, looking more like a club. The windows were covered with the same foggy look that the doors at corporate had. Probably so no one uninvited would witness anything they shouldn’t. The walls were a dark rose color, almost giving it an old vibe if it wasn’t for the quite modern bar. The chairs and tables were decent, nothing special. He went to the front on took a seat on one of the bar chairs.

"What ya want mate?" The bartender asked him.

"What’d ya recommend?" He had a relaxed smile on his face.

"I’d recommend one of those bitches there. Then again you’ll be broke before you could actually order a drink if u do." He mocked him.

Oikawa scoffed. "A margarita."

The bartender went on and made his drink while Oikawa looked around some more.

‘One of these bastards knows who killed dad. And I’ll be damned if I won’t know who by the end of this mission.’

His drink got shoved towards him and he takes it smoothly. This was not going to be easy but what mission ever was.

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3 days, it had been 3 days and Oikawa has yet to find out who would led him to the Yūdokuna Bara. He sighed, getting tired of it all.

‘If I’m here anyways I might as well try to have some fun. There have been quite fine ladies coming. And there’s nothing wrong with trying to get some information out of them.’

As if called by the heavens a woman came to sit in the chair next to Oikawa. He smirked as he eyed her ordering a drink.

“And what is a fine lady like yourself doing on a night like this one?” He had asked, she giggled and Oikawa smirked.

“I’m waiting for my appointment.” She said.

“Oh my, who would dare let such a beautiful woman wait. They must be out of their mind.” She giggled again.

‘Bingo’ Oikawa thought.

“Well you know how it is, or maybe you wouldn’t. I bet guys as pretty as you would be the one letting the other wait.” She blushed a bit when she had said that.

“I could never. And definitely not when I’d know someone like you.” She got quiet for a moment her eyes analysing his. She widened them a bit but nothing out of the ordinary. Girls would always bend their backs for him, so he wasn’t too surprised by the slight giggle or gasp she’d always leave.

“You’re truly too kind sir…” She smiled softly.

“Why don’t you and I go out instead?" He made another move. She was in thought for a minute eyeing him carefully.

"You know what? Fuck it, if my date couldn’t be appreciative enough to come on time I might as well enjoy the night.” She smiled

‘And she’s mine, at least tonight.’ He thought

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Oikawa woke up with a slight headache. The girl had been foolish enough to let him sleep at her place. After all the fun from last night Oikawa could've sworn she was a stupid teenager in the body of a woman. She let him do whatever he wanted, not questioning a thing. He was so confused by it but you won't ask too many questions during sex anyways. He just made sure the girl would never forget him.

He wasted no time looking around the place. After he dressed up he walked up to the kitchen. He noticed an all too familiar symbol. It was a skull with deep red roses for eyes on a letter. Oikawa's eyes lit up. He was about to take a closer look but suddenly heard knocking. He had to think quick and planted a bug underneath the kitchen counter. He quickly found a window to escape from and made his way out.

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Oikawa was currently in his hotel listening to the bug. For the past hour nothing interesting happened. Also the person who knocked at the door was allegedly the mailman. He was a little irritated at the lack of news. But he was also happy that he was on the right path.

After a while though it seemed like the girl had some visitors. The voices appeared to get louder meaning that they got very close to the kitchen. Oikawa was happy the voices were clearer.

"So what have you been up to?" A masculine deep voice spoke.

"You know, the usual." The girl he slept with said.

"Being a slut?"

"Excuse you! I'd have you know I was busy gathering Intel!"

"While jumping on his dick or what?"

"Ugh whatever." She finaly admitted defeat.

"How can you even be sure he was safe?" The guy asked.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Unknowingly to Oikawa the man had his hands on the kitchen counter. He was a bit nervous and kept feeling around. Untill he felt a bump. He looked underneath while casually continuing his conversation with the girl.

"What are you doing?" The girl asked.

"Listen up..." the man started. "I don't know who you are or what you want with this slut but it's not very nice to eavesdrop on my conversation with her."

Oikawa's heart dropped to his stomach. Its not like he's never been found out before but so fast?

'Ofcourse they would figure out, they're the Yūdokuna Bara.' Oikawa thought.

"Now punk, if you're really that curious, why don't you meet me behind Park Hyatt Tokyo. We can figure out all your problems there."

Oikawa then heard a crunch sound before the connection was broken.

'That guy broke my bug.' Oikawa thought. ಥ_ಥ

Although he was not pleased with being find out he was only a little exited to finaly meet the enemy face to face.

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I was walking in my casual attire towards the designated spot. I wore and mask as well and my glasses to make sure I looked regular but also hiding my full face. I got closer and closer to our meeting spot and flet the nerves coming up. But before I could react I felt a sting in my neck.

'Fuck a dart-' the world around me turned black as I fainted to the ground.

....

When I woke up I was tied to a chair but it was done in such a sexual manner, if that even makes sense.

'I remember binding that one girl in New York like this. Except less rough. '

My hands and feet were tied together but not to the chair. My torso was tied to the chair and so were my thighs. Lastly I was blindfolded. So I really hope this ain't no weird human trafficking for that chick to fake the conversation just to get me here. As I was trying to get more familiar with the scents I heard footsteps.

"Well well, you're quite the spy to be able to hear me from this far. Good job." A female voice said.

I remained calm and quiet as I heard her come closer. The sound stopped and i heard her clothes and body move so I assumed she took a seat.

"Now, aren't you going to introduce yourself?" She asked in a witty manner.

"Interesting way to start an investigation." I replied.

I heard her giggle.

"Oh heavens, why would I want to investigate you? You're but a normal pedestrian aren't you?" She genuinely sounded convinced by her words as well.

'I'm going to have to watch out for her. I can't be fooled by her.'

"So if I am, why would you ever kidnap me?"

She giggled again.

"I'm not going to lie I'm just trying to ease up the atmosphere. By the way, your voice is just lovely."

I scoffed.

"Ok chica just ask me what you want, torture me a bit, I'll escape continue on with my life and blah blah blah. Just know this..

I swear I will find your boss and I will make his life a living hell. "

My voice dropped some notes at the latter part of what I said.

"My boss? You mean my guardians? You think you can have my father punish me for this? 'Cus I was a bad girl?" She said in a mocking voice, matching that of a toddler.

I knew I couldn't lose my cool so I just talked through my teeth.

"No, I mean that despicable, discusting, disgraceful, eyesore that's known as Yūdokuna Bara's boss."

She gasped. I was on alert.

"How dare you! I'm an admirable, charming, graceful beauty! How inappropriate to insult someone on your first meeting! I understand why Veronica found you a brute. Or did she mean solely in bed..?"

'Wait this chick is the boss... it can't be! The boss is supposed to be a middle aged man by now. Unless our Intel was wrong? It can't be. Did he get killed before I got my hands on him.' I was full of questions with so less answers.

Someone then knocked on the door.

"Ma'am, may I come in?"

That voice...it was the girl I banged!

"Sweetheart you know I'm busy right now."

Then another voice interupted. Sounding tired and taking heavy breaths.

"Sorry mistress, she outran me and fooled the others. I assure you it won't be happening again on my watch." The deeper voice said.

The man seemed to struggle taking the girl away untill he did. And it was quiet again. I could hear a thump and then footsteps closer and closer. Finaly my blindfold was carefully lifted of my face and I was eye to eye with the person that was allegedly the boss. She kept on staring in my eyes with an unfazed expression, smiling softly. She held my chin in her hand and quickly pecked my lips.

"Heh?!" I freaked out. Lots of things have happened on this job but this is for sure a first.

"Gosh you smell even better close up. So beautiful, so perfect. Asmodeus,no, please will you tell me your real name?"

I scoffed.

"Get your shit together lady. Not only am I not interested in you but I also despise you and everything your ridiculous yakuza stands for!" I said fuming with anger.

"Is that so? Oh! I have a fun idea! Why don't we have a fight against eachother? The winner gets whatever they want.

What'd ya think?

Believe me I have enough money and power to satisfy any needs you may have."

This almost sounds too good to be true I get to beat up the person I've hated for so long. And on top of that I get whatever I want afterwards.

"Where's the catch?" I asked

She squeled. And sat down on my lap.

"The catch is that the only thing I want is for you to be my plaything." She says as she caresses my cheeks.

"What the fuck? Go fuck with someone else! I ain't playing your stupid games. Besides what are the chances you're going to lie? Who knows if I'll be stuck here forever? Also if you wanna fuck go get someone else. You've got all the money and power there is, don't ya??"

"Yes I do. But I want you and only you." She stood up and walked behind me. She put her arms around my shoulders and lowered her head ontop of mine.

"I've actually known you for quite some time. Only you didn't realise it." She whispers in my ear.

She then walks back to her desk and sits on it. She crosses her legs and looks down at me.

"We've actually met already when I used my alias 'Rose Tonischc'. Remember? 1 year ago, the love hotel in Tailand?" She smirks at me as she's talking.

"There's no way... Rose was taller!" I exclaim.

"Babe you were too drunk to notice I was wearing playforms. Then again I did undergo special makeup services to be unrecognisable for my safety." She giggles.

"Ok but even if you were! We didn't even fuck at the end. There's no reason for you to want me in a way you don't know me. Especially doing all this work for what? The mere chance you'll enjoy it?"

I sigh. And she starts laughing quietly.

"Darling. I think you've misinterpreted something. I don't want you based on the most stupid reason of chance or luck. I want you because you have been the most agonising yet intriguing man I have ever met in my life."

She stands up and slowely walks towards me.

"You were able to hold small talk with me even though I didn't know you, so I pegged you to just be a social butterfly. Simple but cute. But you were so much more."

She took place on my lap once again.

"After so many days of talking with you and getting to know you. After you spilling that bit of your heart out to me. And with that extra research I did After you had left me for your 'job'. I finaly realised, I never emotionally connected with someone as I did with you.

Your mounth may tell me that you love your work and can't wait to finish me off. But those eyes are hiding the pain of your dead father still."

"Don't speak of him! You have no right! Especially after killing him." I glared at her.

"Oh sweety, I have never killed anyone." She claimed.

I was about to go ballistic.

"What is that supposed to mean?! You're very annoying you know! Just get to the point of things already!" I screamed in frustration. My eyes, watery and my mounth felt dry.

"Oh hush!" She said as she pushed my face in her neck.

"If you want me to tell you everything you'll have to fight me on it. Then I'll give you anything you want if you win." She pushed me away and went to stand infront of me.

"Anything. Even those shitty spies that totally fell into my trap. I'd be glad to lose them actually. The guards are getting cracked up by their questions and it's hurting the business."

I rolled my eyes and kept them on the ground.

"Ofcourse I can give you a therapist as well if you'd like. You might wanna check those daddy issues and that inferior/superiority complex."

I was so ready to cry angry tears. Or to just scream at this witch! But not infront of her. Not with this lady. The woman I thought I could trust. She turned out to be Satan himself in disguise. A true wolf in sheep's clothing.

I sighed again.

"When would the fight take place? And can we use weapons." I asked in frustration.

She squealed again.

"Whenever you want with whatever you desire. Only the best for my darling." She said in a low voice.

"Alright. Tomorrow evening at 11pm and I want a SIG Sauer P226... dark grey. If you can handle that." I said in spite and also to anoy her.

"Anything for you. Now may I get a kiss kiss for all my hard work?" She made an exaggerated pouty face. Then she grinned.

"No. Get lost." I said.

She sighed. "Well you'll have to obey me if I win anyways. So I suppose its fine." She then blew me a kiss and walked towards the door.

"Hey wait a minute! You aren't going to leave me here, are you?" I asked.

"No sweetcheeks, ofcourse not. Someone else will come and move you to your room for tonight. Make sure to get enough sleep for tomorrow."

She stopped before closing and whispered a last: "I have always dreamt of fighting your strongest form.

Love you."

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And so she closed the door leaving me in darkness. Both litterly and figuratively. I can't think straight anymore, I shouldn't have let her talk. She ruined my entire ideology.

My morals, my values all thrown out the window just to have this woman to me. For me to torture and to get all the questions out of her.

I can't lie. She was attractive, if there's one thing I like about her It's her chill nature. But that's also what I hate most, being her enemy.

I'll get to her. I swear to the agency, to my team and to my father.

I swear that you will regret everything you've done. And by the end of this story it'll be me with ur head in my hands. Your thread to command. Your life all going as I plan.

....Me.

....Your man.....

Never.

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kurosukii · 3 years

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𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

pairing: iwaizumi hajime x f!reader

summary: your world turns upside down when you and your boyfriend get kidnapped in the dead of the night by japan’s leading mafia, and to your horror, it seems like their boss has taken a liking to you.

genre: smut, mafia au

warnings: 18+. noncon/dubcon, cnc, violence, gunplay, manipulation, mentions of blood, kidnapping, cheating (not on any hq character), unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, exhibitionism, voyeurism, choking, biting, nipple play, hair pulling, spanking, daddy kink, dacryphilia, degradation, fingering, pussy slaps, creampie, cumplay, doggy style

word count: 4.1k

author's note: for @inarizahki mafia collab! thanks for letting me join! (yeeaahh mind the warnings y'all PLS) (let me know if i missed some!) (MINORS DNI) @hqintheclub

º thank you @vanille--kiss for beta-ing this mwah <33

[1:32 AM]

never in your life did you imagine your soft spoken and golden retriever of a boyfriend to get involved with very intimidating, heavily-tattooed, and gun-bearing men in all black suits.

and never in your life did you ever imagine sitting on the lap of a green-eyed mafia boss with the remains of your panties discarded on the black hardwood floor.

shaking like a leaf, scared whimpers leave your lips as fat tears roll down your warm cheeks. your fingers squeeze the armrest of the spacious throne-like chair as you attempt to break free from the ropes around your wrists and ankles.

it just so happens that the ropes are inconveniently tied to the legs of the chair, rendering your attempt at freeing yourself futile.

you feel the rumble of your captor’s chest, deep chuckles reverberating down your spine as his large hand lifts your tattered skirt up to your waist, baring your cunt for all the men in the room to see, including your beaten up boyfriend who’s bound to a chair.

you whimper when the men in the room wolf whistle and jeer, making comments about your dripping pussy, about how you’re soaking their boss’s lap, and if they can have a go at you.

the last comment makes the man behind you scowl menacingly and they immediately shut their mouths, leaving you and your boyfriend to be the only ones breaking the tense silence in what seemed to be their lounge room—you with your whimpering and your so-called-boyfriend’s heavy breathing.

“you’re such a fucking crybaby. shut up before i actually give you something to cry about.”

the harsh tone of their boss makes you wince and it only serves to make you cry even more, terror coursing through your body as you involuntarily disobeying his command.

iwaizumi hajime. the man your boyfriend is indebted to. you’ve always wondered how your boyfriend was able to afford such a lifestyle with his meager salary.

every time you asked him, he would be tight-lipped about it and immediately change the subject, acting like he didn’t even hear your question.

well, now you know why it was such a secret.

this man, this hauntingly beautiful man—as much as you absolutely hate to admit it—apparently owns pretty much half of japan. from what you had gathered on the less than pleasant ride on the way here, he’s untouchable, the law having no bearing on him and his underground organization.

if you were to use an analogy, then iwaizumi is the devil and your boyfriend is the naïve and foolish human being. didn’t he know that the devil would eventually come and collect his payment?

“i think you should play with her more, boss,” his right hand man hisses, brown eyes gleaming with malice as he nods to the gun resting inside the holster on iwaizumi’s waist.

iwaizumi’s lips stretch into a cruel smirk and although you can’t see him, you know he’s agreeing with whatever the man said. your shivering doesn’t stop, in fact it only increases when you feel two thick fingers slide inside your mouth, roughly pushing down on your tongue as your cries become muffled.

“good thinking, oikawa,” iwaizumi agrees, raspy voice tingling against your ear as you squirm around his lap. you stop when he growls, feeling a heavy and hard lump poke against your ass.

your boyfriend’s too incapacitated to even breathe out words. the sadistic men beat him to a pulp until he was bruised and broken, leaving just one eye that wasn’t swollen shut only so he could watch their boss toy with you.

he’s a sorry sight, right eye swollen shut as his mouth is covered with duct tape. bruises litter his body as his chest staggers from his heavy breaths, rendering him useless in saving you. as if he even could.

iwaizumi’s fingers leave your mouth and find your abused clit, rubbing it as you cry out, tasting the salt from your tears as you try to get away from the stimulation. his free hand fumbles with the holster on his belt, unclipping his gun from the leather.

iwaizumi grunts, slapping your pussy with more force than necessary. you let out a pained whimper, begging him to stop as loud smacks float around the room while his men look on with smirks and bared teeth, some even laughing at your pathetic cries.

“stop moving around, bitch,” he hisses, cold green eyes flashing at your disobedience. you follow him, whimpering quietly as you let him have his way with your body.

his fingers go back to playing with your cunt, and you’re truly ashamed at how your body is so responsive to his touches, like he knows your body like he knows the back of his hand. your skin crawls even more when the sounds of your slick meeting his digits reach your ears, making you bite your lip as you try to muffle your moans.

iwaizumi grips the handle of his nine millimeter, bringing the imposing weapon in front of your face, large hand waving it around as if it’s a mere toy.

you stop breathing as your eyes widen, lips parting with a loud yelp when iwaizumi curls his fingers against your walls before stopping his movements. he chuckles at your reaction, flicking the safety on the firearm.

the blood in your body drains as you finally realize what play meant as he brings the weapon closer to your mouth. your vision becomes blurry again as fat tears fill your eyes at what this vile man is going to do to you.

“open up—unless you want this inside of you dry? i mean, your cunt’s definitely wet and stretched enough, hm?” iwaizumi taunts you, deep voice chilling your spine as his fingers lazily move inside you again.

all of his men laugh while some of them yell crude comments, making your cheeks burn from humiliation. you open your mouth, and the younger men cheer as they watch their boss slowly insert the barrel of the gun.

“suck it like how you would suck my cock. show your boyfriend just how much of a whore you are.”

you can’t help but comply, you have no say in the matter anyway. humiliation courses through you, causing you to close your eyes tightly. fat tears escape your closed eyes, soaking your lashes and cheeks.

the cold barrel of the gun tastes metallic, and you gag when the acrid taste of gunpowder spreads on your tongue. you don’t even want to think about your boyfriend right now, too disgusted with yourself as you lick and suck away at the metal.

iwaizumi groans at the drool seeping out of your mouth, hips slightly bucking against your ass. his fingers scissor inside of you as he watches your pathetic self slobber all over his gun.

he pulls out his fingers, making you whine at the loss as he grips the roots of your hair, exposing your neck to the occupants of the room. it’s like a zoo in the lounge room, with the rowdy men cheering you on as if you’re chugging a drink.

he removes the gun from your mouth as well, spit and saliva covering the barrel as he lowers it between your legs. his hot breath ghosts over the shell of your ear, tongue slipping out to lick the sensitive skin.

“what do you think, baby? you gonna be a good slut and fuck my gun like you did with my fingers?”

iwaizumi whispers in your ear, laughing when you shake your head vigorously at what he’s saying. he can’t. it’s completely fucked up, but you’re a fool for thinking that there’s some sort of moral high ground among these men.

“c’mon, gotta give a good show to your boyfriend, remember?” he tuts, hiking your skirt further up your waist as he brings the gun dangerously close to your slit. “besides, it’s not like you got a choice anyway, right, sweetheart?”

it’s a miracle how you’re not passing out from dehydration, you must’ve cried your whole weight in water and yet you still have more to give. you know there’s no use in crying, these men don’t and won’t show any kind of mercy.

in fact, iwaizumi is a sick and twisted bastard. every time he sees fresh tears roll down your wet cheeks, his cock jumps and twitches in his pants.

you’re broken from your stupor when you feel the cold and wet barrel slide up and down your slit. the men stare intently, watching your soft and rosy colored folds greatly contrast against the hard and black metal of the gun.

your eyes are glassy and unseeing as iwaizumi’s free hand wraps around the column of your neck, long and thick fingers slightly squeezing your throat.

you have no defense against him, not with his dark aura and raw strength enveloping your entire body. iwaizumi strokes your slit a few more times before stopping to look around the room.

he smirks when he sees your boyfriend meekly fighting against his restraints before giving a stiff nod to a group of younger men to the side.

one guy immediately dashes over and iwaizumi sneers at the tent on his pants that he’s trying to cover. he’s definitely a runner, too scrawny to be the muscle to the organization.

greed fills his gaze as his wide eyes scrutinize your cunt and iwaizumi clicks his tongue to call the attention of the young man.

“hold the gun for her, won’t you? but don’t touch her or else i’ll blow your head off,” iwaizumi orders him, and the young man gulps and nods, his shaking hand reaching up to replace iwaizumi’s grip on the handle.

now that his hands are free to roam, iwaizumi takes the hem of your shirt, swiftly ripping it into two pieces and throwing it to the floor. your bra gets the same treatment, and he wastes no time in cupping the soft mounds on your chest, thumb and index finger pulling at your sensitive nipples.

your whine is loud and high pitched and your body jerks at the added stimulation. iwaizumi’s motions are rough, his calloused hands rub deliciously against the softness of your breasts.

“what are you waiting for? fuck my gun, slut.” he says harshly, pinching your nipples and you whimper loudly, squirming in his hold.

you exhale a loud breath as you look down at the man holding the gun, his head turned to the side as he gives you a warped sense of privacy.

the runner adjusts his grip, positioning the gun right in front of your hole. you bite your lip as your hips slowly roll towards the cold barrel, movements hindered by the ropes tied around your ankles.

you cry out when the barrel breaches past your pussy, making the men shift and adjust themselves as they watch the metal slowly disappear inside of you.

“bastard thinks i wasn’t serious when i told him his pretty little girlfriend would be the collateral if he didn’t pay me back,” iwaizumi hisses, and they all laugh and snicker. one guy kicks the back of the chair your boyfriend’s tied to.

you’re trembling and whimpering as you take the entire barrel, mind too numb to notice anything else. the wave of the cold and unfamiliar sensation makes you pause as you try to adjust to it—as much as you can.

iwaizumi’s not having it though, his jaw clenching in dismay as his fingertips twist your nipples roughly. you cry out at the sting, sniffling from his harsh treatment.

the man below you doesn’t move, as if he’s a statue, and he vehemently avoids looking at your naked and trembling body. iwaizumi clicks his tongue and tilts his head, and a pink haired man smirks slyly as he pulls out his own gun and stalks towards your boyfriend.

“if you don’t start moving your hips, makki here is going to shoot your boyfriend in the head,” iwaizumi whispers huskily in your ear, as if he’s your lover who’s saying all the sweet and dirty things to you.

you hiccup loudly as you watch the makki fellow dig his gun to your boyfriend’s temple with a sinister smile on his lips, sending tremors down your spine as you decide to heed the boss’s orders. if that’s the price to pay for you and your boyfriend to leave this place alive, then that’s what you’ll do.

you grip the armrests so hard that the skin on your knuckles becomes taut with tension as you breathe heavily through your tears. iwaizumi chuckles, his lips nipping at the skin of your neck as your hips begin to move slowly.

the barrel is so cold, so different from what you’re used to. the shape, obviously, is different and it’s so jarring that you can’t quite get the rhythm right.

but if you are going to survive, you have to get used to it and fast, because iwaizumi is impatiently huffing and his hands are becoming rough again.

your head falls on his shoulder as your hips roll and thrust against the gun, squelching sounds from your pussy making the rest of the men in the room hypnotized at how easily you’re taking it.

“look at him, all bloodied and bruised, watching his girl get fucked by my gun,” iwaizumi growls, hands leaving your aching tits as his hands guide your hips. he spits out curses under his breath as he feels the friction it brings on his clothed and throbbing cock.

“bet you’re squeezing the barrel like you squeezed my fingers, huh? fuckin’ whore.”

iwaizumi sneers, watching the unadulterated bliss on your face as you let him guide your wanton movements. you want to scream at yourself for enjoying this depravity, but the pleasure beats your logic and morals.

your cries and moans fill the stuffy room, and the young man holding the weapon in his shaking grip is red in the face with how lewd and needy you sound. you’re close, you can tell.

iwaizumi can too, seemingly in tune with your body’s response. his fingers travel to your pulsing clit, thick digits toying with the sensitive skin as the coarseness of the rope rubs on the skin of your wrist and ankles as you thrash around with limited movement.

“you’re really made for this shit. look at you making a mess on my lap, why don’t you cum for me?” he says in a tone meant to hypnotize you. your whine is high pitched as the deep rumble of his voice goes directly to your pussy and you can’t help but follow the movements of his fingers, lazily pinching and swirling circles on your clit.

“i-i can’t!” you scream, trying hard not to debase yourself even more as you lose control of your hips. iwaizumi has no problem moving you with one hand, clenching his jaw as your pitiful moans beg him to stop.

“you can.”

and so you do, throwing your head so far back that your neck is going to be sore later. iwaizumi pinches your clit just as he bites your neck, broken moans leaving you as your legs shake and toes curl.

your essence gushes out of you, drenching the barrel as the rest drips to the chair, soaking the velvet cushion. iwaizumi growls and the young man scampers away, leaving the gun inside your twitching walls.

he abruptly pulls it out of you and you whine, pussy dripping with more slick. iwaizumi quickly tucks it into his holster as he produces a sharp and gleaming knife from the other side, slicing away at the ropes like butter.

he pockets it as he carries your body with ease, long legs carrying you towards your boyfriend. you’re not sure, but it looks like he’s definitely crying, matching the tears and whimpers that are steadily coming from you.

“you think i’m done with you? that was just foreplay, sweetheart,” iwaizumi hisses, dropping your limp body to the floor as he manhandles you, bringing you on all fours as the men jeer and laugh.

you notice that they’re giving you a wide berth, as if they’re scared to get into yours and iwaizumi’s personal space. the imposing man kneels behind you, covered cock twitching against your ass.

he unbuckles his belt and the clank of metal is loud in the quiet room as they all watch. shame and embarrassment courses through your body from being so wantonly displayed, being the only naked person and right at the feet of your boyfriend.

you’re so humiliated that you lower your head and bite your lip to stifle the sobs threatening to burst out of you. the slight reprieve ends all too quickly when iwaizumi pulls your hair from the roots, earning a yelp from you as you wince at the abrupt stretch in your neck.

his knee nudges your thigh, spreading your legs further as you whimper at how exposed you are to him. his body leans forward, making you keenly aware of the heat and defined planes of his torso.

“keep your eyes on him while i fuck your slutty cunt. don’t even think about closing your eyes,” iwaizumi whispers menacingly as he rolls his hips, turning your head slightly so he can lick the tears off of your cheeks.

you let out a disgusted sound, trying to pull away but his grip on your hair is unyielding. he pulls away as he lowers his pants with his free hand, pulling his cock out and guiding it towards your hole.

iwaizumi’s movements are torturously slow as he slides the leaking tip along your slit before entering you with one swift thrust, making you jolt forward towards your boyfriend’s legs.

you scream as your nails claw against the floor from the sudden intrusion. if you hadn’t been thoroughly prepped beforehand, you’re sure that he would’ve split your body in half with how thick and long he is.

he only gives you a mere second to adjust his size before he pulls out again and thrusts back inside, harder and deeper this time as he throws his head back and groans loudly.

“fuck, that’s a good pussy,” he hisses, his hand finding purchase on your waist as his hips slap against your ass, setting a brutal pace that has your mind turning into mush.

your teary eyes find your boyfriend’s and because your traitorous body is enjoying the pleasure it’s being forcefully given, you can’t apologize to him, beg for his forgiveness for allowing yourself to be used like a sex object by this cruel man.

instead, sinful cries and moans fall from your lips and you can only show him how sorry you are through your glossy and blurry eyes.

“please...please...stop..." you beg in between moans, but iwaizumi only smirks, doing the exact opposite as he increases the force of his thrusts. how can he believe you? your body and face are betraying you.

his hand tugs harder on your roots as he turns your head towards him. his cold green eyes gleam upon seeing your expression of pure pleasure as your eyes flutter, face wet with tears and drool.

your pussy is basically suffocating his cock, as if you don’t want him to leave your tight walls. “better accept that you’re a whore, you know? stop pretending you don’t want this.”

he follows his statement with a loud smack, ass jiggling with his harsh movement. the sting of the slap makes you arch your back and you squeal, the new angle letting his cock repeatedly hit your sweet spot.

iwaizumi’s grip on your hair is painful, your hand flying to his wrist to ease his hold. coupled with his heavy and powerful thrusts and your unsteadiness—your upper body falls to the floor, breasts squished by the wood as his movements don’t falter. his hips continue their unforgiving pace as his hand spanks your ass in succession.

“my men wish they could fuck your tight pussy but they’ll rot knowing that only i can use your cunt.”

said men grumble and mutter amongst themselves but you don’t pay them any mind as your cheek rests on the floor, tears and drool staining the polished wood.

your broken and shaky cries—along with the loud and wet slapping of skin on skin—fill the room, making all the men, except for three, shift uncomfortably.

they would be touching themselves to the delicious sight of their boss fucking your sweet pussy but they’re not allowed to, only his three closest and high ranking are free to do what they desire.

“p-please!” you beg and iwaizumi leans over you again, shirt soaked with sweat. “please what?” he chuckles, grip loosening on your hair as his hand snakes around your stomach, already knowing what you’re going to ask for.

never in your life did you ever think you were going to beg a dangerous man to give you your release but it hurts. he’s far from gentle and with his size, the ache in your pussy and lower stomach is starting to prickle.

“m-make me c-cum, please,” you cry out, the dreaded words burning your throat but what can you do? you want this sweet torture to end so you can drop limply to the floor and rest.

you hate it, you hate him for making you feel good and acting like a common whore.

“as you wish, sweetheart,” iwaizumi says, tone uncharacteristically soft before straightening his body and thrusting even deeper and harder as his fingers furiously rub against your clit.

it’s too much and you can’t hold it anymore, the knot in your stomach snapping as a high pitched scream is ripped from you. you’re pretty sure you black out for a few seconds from the intense orgasm as your body shakes and convulses.

your velvet walls clamp down on him as he groans loudly, his hands gripping your hips as he thrusts so deep that his cock teases the entrance to your cervix.

spurts of his thick, hot cum shoots into your pussy as his hips slow down. his sharp eyes watching his thick length slowly fuck the overflowing cum back inside of you, creating a dense white ring around the base of his cock.

iwaizumi’s clothed chest heaves with every heavy exhale as he feels your mixed juices dripping down his balls. his thick fingers play with his cum, spreading it across your warm and sensitive ass.

eyes wide and glossy, you’re a shaking and writhing mess—completely fucked out with iwaizumi’s cock still inside of you. the grumbling and agitated men file out of the room, back to their duties as they leave you, your boyfriend, iwaizumi, and his three men.

after a few minutes of heavy breathing and tense silence, he kisses along your spine, going up until he reaches your head. he pulls you up so that your trembling and sensitive body is resting on his sweat soaked dress shirt.

iwaizumi grips your hair and gently turns your head towards him, sloppily kissing you before pulling away, pecking your lips.

“how was that, princess?” he says in a tone that's only reserved for you, his woman. his three closest friends are the only ones privy to the softer side of their usually cold and intimidating boss.

and you’re the only person in this entire world that knows iwaizumi, infamous mafia boss, inside and out.

“you were rougher than usual, daddy. you only fuck me with your gun when you’re angry, he really ticked you off, huh?” you question him in your sweet and saccharine voice, a complete 180 from the helpless girl you were before.

your finger traces his clenched jaw as your wet doe-eyes stare up at him, squirming slightly as you feel his cock twitch inside of you.

“of course, fucker was going to skip town with you in tow. not like i wouldn’t be able to find you,” he grumbles the last part as he nuzzles your neck, rising from his heels as he walks back to the throne.

“who knew my princess would be a slut for danger?”

his most trusted men groan and sigh, knowing that they’ll take over because they know the two of you are in your own world now. they try their best to ignore the slick sounds of you bouncing on their boss’s lap as you seductively moan his name in delight.

“you’re lucky he didn't shoot you on sight, man,” makki, the one who held the gun to your supposed boyfriend’s head, says as he tugs his pants up his messy thighs as he lazily smirks towards the sorry sight of the man tied to the chair.

“bet your beaten up brain’s wondering what’s going on, huh?” another guy—mattsun—says with his dark eyes focused on your bouncing ass.

“let me make it simple for you, you’re too fucked up to understand long sentences anyway,” oikawa says in his teasing voice, wiping his hand on a handkerchief as he stands over your “boyfriend”.

“you’re the poor and unsuspecting prey while the two of them are the predators, and you know what they say, right? predators love playing with their food.”

[2:56 AM]

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sinkix · 4 years

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《Haikyuu! Mafia Boys [AU] x Fem!Reader》

Warning: Contains NSFW & 18+ content

Characters: Kuroo, Iwaizumi & Akaashi.

Hope you enjoy, if this is something you guys would like to see more of then let me know!

Song: Beast - Mia Martina

The drag of a cigarette before squishing it under the sole of his shoe. That’s Kuroo for you, savouring the pleasure in things before discarding them once the satisfaction sizzles out. What makes you so different, then? Well, I’ll tell you, you keep him on his toes like no one has before. He first met you while gazing longingly at you from across the club, loosening his tie and spreading his lips into a seductive grin no one could resist. Maybe he should take you back to his hotel? He pondered in his mind how it would feel to have his head between your legs, fingers furling around his unruly locks as he drags his tongue across your slit till your toes curl and thighs spasm. The thought pleased him, if only for a night. Strolling up to your seat at the bar like a predator hunting its prey, his gold clad fingers twinkled under the warm lights of the bar, eyes glinting with an irresistible mischief. “How are you doing tonight, sweetheart?~” The low, rumbled purring rolling off his tongue all too easily as if he had tangoed with it many times before. Quick steps back and forth, slithering toward you with temptation no woman could resist, yet here you were rolling your eyes at his advances and stepping on his toes in rejection. Oh? Trying his upmost to serenade you, his teeth grit in growing impatience at your cold dismissal, he could tell all attempts were futile. And that’s when you turned to face him, heart stopping and head spinning at the sight of you. Those bright, ‘come to bed’ irises staring back at him with a strong sense of defiance. “Listen buddy, I’m not interested. You seem experienced in this so why not sniff up someone else’s leg tonight? You won’t be getting it from me.” Twirling the head of his own pistol and aiming it toward his temple, you refused to be in range of deadly fire that could shatter anyone’s heart. You made it known you were the one in control, and it projected loud and clear. Stumped with total loss for words, his brows raise with a hammering pulse against his chest. What’s this? A rush. Clearing his throat and deciding to take up your little challenge, he persisted. How could you turn him down so easily? No woman had ever refused him before. Single, married, rich, poor. None of it mattered once his sights were set, he knew anyone would give in to his advances. Not you though, and that’s what excited him. He had to work for what he wanted. After an hour of conversing with you, albeit pretty one sided, you sigh in defeat and raise from the bar, slipping him a piece of paper and walking away, glancing over your shoulder with an indecipherable expression. “Look, I gotta go, but if you’re that interested in entertaining me, give me a call. You’re not all too bad.” Lulled by the soothing sway of your voice, he chuckles with bitter perversity. If only you knew how many counts of murder and extortion he had strapped under his belt and carved to his name. He sat there and watched as you walk away, body melding with the music and hips squeezing the satin dress stained a deep crimson in the best ways possible, oozing a seduction rivalling his own. Kuroo made an internal vow then and there, he would chase you to the ends of the earth until he could call you “mine.” And so he did. Running tirelessly after your back, extending a hand until you slowed, if only a little, allowing him to grasp hold of what he so desperately longed for. No one could compare to you, and he strongly believed no one ever could. You had this black-haired bad boy mafioso wrapped around your finger like a thread, twirling it effortlessly and dragging the heel of your stiletto under his chin, toying him with the feeling of your dripping core wrapped tightly around his member, sliding your hips down like a professional working the pole. His tattooed hands hovering over your breasts and groping them with an insatiable hunger that only you could fulfil. And that’s when he knew, He’d never be satisfied with anyone else.

Song: Dog Days - Richard Freeman

The soft sound of jazz music floods the bar, taking an elongated sip of the embered whiskey and curbing the craving of a spiced kick to the throat. Iwaizumi Hajime, a stern and business oriented man who pays no mind to anything that doesn’t reward with monetary gain. He eyes the waitress carefully, pupils crawling over her tightly-clothed backside wrapped in black apron accented with blue ribbon. Humming to himself, this captures the attention of the mysterious and enchanting woman. You. “We have a karaoke night on Thursdays, maybe you should sign up, you have a quite a nice voice.” Smirking impishly with a chuckle, you eye him with equal intensity. “You know, it’s a little rude to stare at someone without reason, do you need another drink orrrr...?” Trailing off with soft seduction, it’s corrupting to the ears and Iwaizumi can feel his groin shift uncomfortably in his seat. Good looking, sarcastic, a little bratty and more than capable of conjuring a clever quip or two to decline his patience. Huh, kinda sounds like someone he knows. If it’s some playful mental sparring you want, then it’s what you’ll get. “Mmm, I wouldn’t mind another drink, though are you sure it’s not against staff policy to be so troublesome toward clients?” His voice is gravelly and rough, the husk reverberating throughout the room devoid of people, washing over you like a tidal wave- no, tsunami. It leaves your knees trembling from below the bars island. “Well there’s no one here to scold me, is there?” This time it’s Iwaizumi’s turn to chuckle, “I wouldn’t be so sure about that darling.” His veiny hand curls around the empty glass, sliding it in your direction as you eye his exposed forearms, revealed by the rolled up sleeves of his white button-up shirt. The top two buttons are left carelessly undone, giving him a rugged quality you couldn’t help but appreciate. Drinking in the sight of him with Iwaizumi doing the same, you spot a beautiful tattoo peaking from the top of his shirt and decorating his chest. “That a beautiful tattoo.” You remark as you take the glass from his hands, shivering from the gentle way your fingers brush. Iwaizumi jolts slightly, his brow furrowing in what seems like... restraint? “It is, what a shame you can’t see the rest underneath.” He responds gruffly, his mouth quirking into a grin as you place a sprig of lemon around the rim of the glass. “Mmm, it is.” You counter, deciding to harness the sexual tension brewing in the air and deem it your personal puppet, pulling the strings until he caves, breaking the silence once again. “Tell me, what’s your name?” “Iwaizumi, Iwaizumi Hajime.” “What a lovely name... Hajime.” you purr, resting your elbows on the counter and pushing your chest forward, locks of hair dancing in your vision that you drag between your fingers and tuck behind your ear. Normally, somebody addressing him on a first name basis so informally would leave him seething, but from you it sounds like heaven, and he wants more. Needs more. “Fuck this.” He mutters. At wits end and grabbing the front of your apron, he pulls you across the counter, lips colliding with yours hungrily as his hands find their way to your neck, squeezing just enough to make your eyes water. You break away with a gasp, a string of saliva connecting your mouth and tempting you with more. “Someone’s eager, aren’t they? What if someone walks in?” You hush, teeth grazing across your lower lip while propping yourself on the top of the island, skirt hiking up your exposed thighs and pricking at the cool of the air con. “Let them, they’ll see how much of a little whore you are.” “Ah ah ahh, that’s not very nice is it baby?” you tut, quirking a brow and sliding your legs closed as if to deny him access. “Don’t be a brat with me, I’ll have you begging soon enough.” His hands roam over the soft skin of your legs before finding their way to your core. Grinding his fingers against your lace-clad slit, he hums in satisfaction. “Well someone’s soaked, is that all for me princess?” You whimper in response, struggling to stabilise your breathing and retain your composure. A needy moan escaping your lips before he silences you with his own once again, fist balling against his shirt with increasing desperation as the squelching sound of his fingers pumping into you begin to sound through the air. The thought of you begging for someone had always been ludicrous, but here you were, being finger-fucked recklessly on the counter with the risk of your manager imposing at any second. It doesn’t take long before you realise, He wasn’t wrong.

Song: Havana - Camilla Cabello

Inky 8-piece hat, polished off with red tie looped through a black tuxedo, Akaashi Keji was made of the finer things in life. All thanks to his profession that was less than holy. Standing at the entrance to an alleyway, you can’t help but turn your head as you walk past, carrying the grocery bags holding tonight’s meal and admiring his commanding aura. The sound of gunshots knocks you out of your reverie as you’re grabbed harshly by the shoulders and slammed against the cold walls of the backstreet, encased by his body which was looming over you protectively. The steely gaze of gun-metal blue pierces into your own, enraptured by this mans eyes you almost forget to breathe, heart pounding erratically in your chest when it hits you. Had he just saved your life? You stand there for a moment until the gunfire ceases, the sound of sirens blaring in the distance. Grabbing hold of your wrist, he bolts down the concrete pathway with you in tow, thudding leather shoes echoing off the walls as he simply tsk’s, as if running from the police was no more than a menial chore. Hastily attempting to match his pace, you can’t help but let your mind wander and wonder what the hell you’d just gotten yourself into. Once he seems satisfied with the distance put between you and the scene, you come to a halt. Panting and on the brink of keeling over, you take a moment and stare in awe at the building before you. A classy, 5-star hotel polished from head to toe. “You really need to work on your stamina.” he quips, eyeing you up with an unreadable expression. “Shut up. What are you, my mom?” “Come, now that you’re a witness they’ll be after you too.” “Wh-huh?! You can’t just-” Before your brain can process the speed of events, he’s pulling you behind him once again, you sigh in frustration at how you’re allowing this man lug you around like a suitcase. You’ll allow it just this once, being your saviour and all. He saunters up to the desk, and the woman working behind visibly flushes. “Your name, sir?” “Akaashi Keiji.” While he checks in, you take in your surroundings. A gleaming chandelier that probably costs more than your entire apartment, sparkling water fountains streaming with water that pools into a crystal encrusted surface, and sleek statues crafted like something out of the renaissance. It was all too much, you’d never been in such a wealthy environment before. The woman slips the keycard over the counter, eyeing him up and down. She clocks your presence and narrows in annoyance. You can’t help but shake your head at the woman’s actions, have she no shame? “Thank you.” Is all he says before hauling you behind him once again. “I can follow you by myself you know.” You huff in frustration. Turning his head, he watches as you pout like a petulant child and can’t help but chuckle. “What? what’s so funny?” You bark, folding your arms as he presses the button to the elevator. Before you can refuse, you’re pressed against the back wall and hoisted up by his knee. You moan involuntarily as the jolt of the elevator grinds you against his leg. “Akaashi what are you-” “Shit. Say my name, say Keji.” “you- HUH?” “Think of it as payment for saving your life.” He murmurs, lips ghosting against the skin of your neck, your hands find their way to his tie and yank him forward indigently. How long had it been since you’d gotten laid anyway? You couldn’t remember, and this man wasn’t helping by abusing all the right places tenderly with his teeth. Butterflies swirl in your stomach at the close contact, cheeks firing up and fuelled by the burning chemistry your bodies shared. “Shouldn’t saving someone from that situation be human decency?” you squeak, melting beneath the feel of his large palms slipping under your skirt and scathing the skin of your hips. “No, normally I wouldn’t bother, too much effort” He groans between kisses, almost lazily at the thought of it. “I’m not quite sure why I felt compelled to help, and now I’m regretting it because of your ungrateful ass.” He smirks, eyes darting with a sense of playfulness you hand’t quite expected. “Oh how charitable of you” you spat. “Mmmm...” he groans, so dangerously close to your ear that your legs buckle without protest. You stare shamefully at the floor. “Weak at the knees for me are we, baby?” He coos, rubbing the ridges of his thigh roughly against your clit. “Get used to it. Now you’ve been seen with me, you’ll be hunted until they inevitably kill you. Unless..” He trails off, the ding of the elevator snapping you out of your daze. Adjusting himself and sweeping you into his arms effortlessly, he stares at you with his irresistible gaze. “You stay with me.” Swept away in the unfortunate world of crime with no means of escape, you’ll be in for the ride of your life. Stuck by his side with no room for objections, he’ll lovingly train you to the bone till you’re as lethal as him. Though one day, you’ll meet a gruesome death. Intertwining your fingers with his as the name ‘Bonnie & Clyde’ is revived through the streets. Meeting your fateful end and knocking on deaths door, you share one last ghosting kiss, reminiscent to the first. Binding the two of you with an internal promise to be inseparable even in the afterlife. And you can’t help but smile as one thought crosses your mind. It was worth it.

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jaepies · 3 years

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𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙣 - haikyuu!!

oikawa x fem!reader

mafia au

chapter 5 : fate

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the air was suffocating.

like a thick blanket, it wrapped around you and was intertwining with your mouth; bubbling with putrid sensations. it trapped your airway shut preventing oxygen from entering the complex system of the lungs. you failed to breathe, your hands bound by ragged pieces of fabric that surprisingly halted every move you made.

every second ticked by, every second you grew weaker.

your eyelids felt heavy again, feeling dejected you submitted into the devil's wishes and let slumber sweep you into another fantasy. a world where the circumstances were different and life upheld its joyful status.

fate is a humorous thing, some are blessed with a fate that brings them glory and delight but every once in a while the jokester that is fate plays practical jokes on the lesser people. fate shrouded them with despair. you had accepted that you were simply one of these lesser people, like the sky; death seemed to be looming over your head at every corner you turned.

your poisoned fate was cemented; no escape could be seen so whatever was to befall your way in these fleeting moments - you would accept it with clenched teeth and slap a false smile on.

a rather powerful strike to the face is what gave you a rude awakening. your eyes springing open at the sensation of throbbing, only to view unfamiliar faces peering at you with disgust.

your eyes shot to the perpetrator of the slap, the guilty man made no effort to disguise himself as the bald man had his hand still raised in the air.

his hand had blushed with red colour as an aftereffect of waking you. silence sat on his lips; no words were needed as the frown he displayed spoke all the words for him.

"k-kageyama do you think she can hear us?"

to the left of the dingy room were two juvenile looking boys. one of which had an orange flame for hair and tentatively clung to the taller boy whom you assumed to be the aforementioned 'kageyama'. the young boy was evidently discomposed by your presence which was ironic since they were the one who captured you in the first place.

"idiot, she's awake of course she can. i thought you were dumb but i didn't realise you were this dumb."

"kageyama, you shouldn't say things like that to your friends and you aren't exactly the brightest star in the world either."

"you aren't even making sense right now? at least i'm not some crazy maniac who bounces off the walls all day, every day-"

"do you guys ever shut up? you are both as dumb as one another and that's final. you both are freaks who deserve each other."

a blonde boy with glasses interrupted the bickering pair, clearly bored at their antics as he wore a displeased scowl on his face.

"everyone please calm down, we have a guest present. we should at least be courteous and introduce ourselves."

the three students fell silent at the older man's stern voice and you did too. terror coursed through your veins causing you to freeze. one quick glance and these boys seemed harmless however if there was anything that you have learnt in the previous days is that there is always more than what meets the eye.

*cough* oikawa *cough*

the man spoke with such conviction that a small child could cry upon hearing his voice.

suddenly it clicked.

they appeared to be around the same age as you and caught you on your way to meeting up with another gang. when entering the gymnasium, it was like a ghost town. tumbleweed might as well have rolled along the slippery floor.

the aoba johsai volleyball team had been played with.

these boys were karasuno, the gang you were supposed to have had a peaceful and hassle-free transaction with.

"i guess there's no need to introduce ourselves then. you seemed to have figured it out yourself, smart girl you are."

when preparing for the transaction, a first-year called kunimi who you had gotten to know in the short space of time had written a profile on each of the members of karasuno. Iwaizumi ensured that you had it memorised like a second language.

it all came rushing back to you and these unfamiliar faces became clearer than they were a few seconds ago. the man who spoke to you held the same position as oikawa as the leader of the group, he was no other than sawamura daichi.

you were never able to grasp the ability to mask your emotions, daichi must have been able to pick up your abrupt hostility as a reaction to the epiphany.

"what do you want?"

the bitter-tone rolling naturally off your tongue, you kept your guard up.

the information on these men was limited as they were a slowly rising gang. with the various member changes, it was a frustration trying to gather knowledge on the fallen crows.

"we don't really want anything. only for the district to know that we are back."

the words were dripping in venom, you could tell that daichi enjoyed watching you squirm.

the toxicity being emitted by room was overriding your senses and it was taking everything in your will-power to maintain your composure in front of the gang.

"but why this way?"

"where's the fun in just assassinating people for power's sake? the most pleasurable way is to take an object so precious to someone that they are forced to do whatever you want. that's how you gain leverage."

bile steadily crept up in your throat, ready to make its exit if daichi were to utter one more syllable. subconsciously you had placed all your bets onto oikawa, hoping that he would storm in and rescue you.

"god that's sick and twisted. i hope karma slaps you in the face before i do. "

"oh sweetheart~"

hearing the nickname was like a punching bag to stomach. it disgusted you at how sickly sweet it sounded, at how easily he said it. behind the smirk he held was a sadistic and warped shell of a man who made you feel nauseated to the stomach.

"you have no idea who you have gotten yourself involved with. we are merely the tip of the iceberg, once you fall down this rabbit hole there is no crawling out of it. consider this experience a warning."

"i know what i have signed up for. since i have met you, i have met the worst already. there's not much more which the world could throw my way."

"you can try and fool me with your tough girl act-"

you could feel the hot breath of daichi fanning your face as he lowered his stance to your height. his sly gaze pierced right through you, creating an even more uncomfortable atmosphere. you turned your head as he spoke, not wanting your brain to endure the pain of even looking at the corrupt man.

"-but i see right through it."

droplets of spit took refuge on your hair as his words were accompanied by saliva escaping his dirty mouth.

then you realised,

you were a lesser person. fate did not want to treat you like you were royalty. instead, it thought of you as a dismal teenager whose life could easily be disposed of.

you were a damsel in distress with no prince charming coming to protect you and fight in your honour. no matter how hard you tried to fool yourself into believing that you were not alone. the reality was more genuine than the empty words which oikawa had spoken to you.

you were tired. this whole night had been incredibly taxing on your brain and regrettably, Daichi was right, you were afraid.

so afraid and fragile.

you were just going to shut your eyes and put your mind at ease. in time you would surely meet your demise...

it was as if lightning had struck the door,

an ear-splitting thud was heard from the mouldy door and a cloud of smoke had been created as a consequence of the intrusion. the silhouettes who were the cause of the disruption stood concealed by the fine, yellow dust.

maybe,

just maybe,

fate had allowed you a little more time.

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cosmic-spaceship · 3 years

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For my fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30446253/chapters/75070986

#haikyuu!!#oikawa #tooru oikawa #iwaizumi hajime #hinata shoyuo #mafia #aoba johsai #sniper hinata

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sassycheesecake · 1 year

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Warning!

This story will include murder, eventual smut, cursing and torture. This is a mafia fic ya’ll, it ain’t always rainbows and smiles in there.

Feedback appreciated! Enjoy!

Chapter 2 “What I Am”

~ Before Officer Sawamura arrives at the scene ~

“Would it kill that old geezer to let me have a fucking break for at least 24 hours? No of course not, ‘(Y/N) do this, (Y/N) kill that person’. I am overdue for a fucking vacation.“ You mimic Manjiro’s voice, you mutter angrily while assembling your sniper rifle together.

It’s pitch-black outside and the cold wind of Natori blowing in your face on the roof of the high apartment building that you are currently located at, makes you shiver. The only noises are the distant sound of mild traffic and the clicking noises of the connecting parts of your rifle.

Right across from the building that you are on, your target, a man in his mid-forties, has not been paying back his debt for two months now. The waiting is getting on Manjiro’s last nerves, which is where you are playing your part.

As the new hitman or actually hitwoman of Manjiro, it’s your job to eliminate the targets he sends you, no matter who or what time it is.

The last time you disobeyed his orders, meaning you rather slept than killed the next victim, Kyōtani gave you a surprise visit. And a not so friendly one at that.

You may be a woman but the yakuza doesn’t care about gender. Meaning, you will get the treatment like everybody else who disobeyed orders from the boss.

Luckily for you though, Manjiro has a small liking towards you, even though you’ve only been working for him for about 3 months now.

After the previous hitman Yahaba got shot down by the police, Manjiro needed a new puppet.

Before you became a part of the yakuza, you were a local weapon safety instructor for a small gun range. One day, someone tried to rob your store while it was just you and two guys about your age. One of them had milk chocolate colored fluffy hair, along with beautiful hazelnut-colored eyes, that shined with mischief and arrogance. The other one had dark, spiked-up hair and when you had a peek into his eyes, it was like staring into a dark mysterious forest. Both men had a tall and muscular stature and were competing with their shooting and it certainly didn’t look like they did that for the first time.

The way the green-eyed guy was always hitting bullseye was kind of hot to be honest.

The two of them were just practicing their shots when all of sudden someone slammed the front door open from the gun range and was armed with a gun. It was a younger guy, perhaps in his early twenties, with dark blue hair and uneven bangs. He was almost shaking with fear when he was holding a small gun in his hand. Before anyone could react though, you always have your rifle underneath the desk for safety reasons and it just took one second for you to get a clean shot right through his heart. It was like your brain automated its action by itself.

Your customers didn’t even flinch or look disgusted by the dead body that was now pooling blood on the gray carpet in the entrance hall.

The steam of your rifle was visible to the eye and the two men just looked at each other with undefined looks. The one with the dark brown spiky hair stepped over the body and turned the corpse on its back with his boot.

“Goshiki.“ He says without looking up at his friend.

“Well. At least that’s one problem less on our list.“ The other one replies with a click on his tongue.

Both of them turn to look at each other and then turn back to you.

Their dangerous glints in their eyes are making you uncomfortable and you try to reach again for your rifle, only to stop in your tracks after hearing their words.

“Say pretty girl… you’re an amazing shot. Probably better than Iwa-chan right here.“

“Screw you, Shitty-kawa.“ The dark brunette snarls at him.

Ignoring his friend‘s words, he continues to stare at you with a flirty smile.

“So listen. Here’s the deal. That kid you just killed is one of our rival‘s gang members. Since you basically saved our lives and took away some of our work, I want to make you a deal.“

You squint your eyes at him in suspicion but listen to what he is offering.

“Go on.“

“Technically we can’t let you stay alive. Yannow, the whole ‘no witnesses’ and shit. Soooo. Since I am so generous and a great handsome looking guy who has a weakness for beautiful ladies who can handle guns really well-“

“Stop beating around the bush and just get out with it!” The guy named ‘Iwa-chan’ yells at him.

“As I was saying. We could use a new member of our ‘family’. Our recent sniper was shot down by those cop pigs and our boss has been dying to find someone new to take care of people that piss him off. So what do you say? You get to live and work for us and we spare your life.”

After hearing his words, you begin to think. On one hand, you have nothing to lose and you cherish your life. On the other hand, as soon as you join them, you will be constantly on the run, no more living your normal life in safety and comfort.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see the less friendly brunette slowly reach for his gun in his holster, in case you decide not to join them and to stick with the ‘no witnesses’.

Taking a deep breath in, you look at them with a serious look.

“Fine. I’ll join.”

@rukia-uchiha-98 @nerd-of-karasuno

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miyaoniku · 3 years

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secret keeper [oikawa x fem!reader] [soulmate!/mafia! au] pt. 2

[author: chae]

a/n: sorry for the delay! i meant to post this a lot sooner, but i had midterms and then some family issues came up. i now just have the long grind until finals and a final paper due in a few weeks, so i’m not sure when i can get the next chapter out. things are left unedited as usual coz i’m a lazy butt.

on another note, i’m opening up a taglist for this story! if you would like to be added, dm/send an ask to @miyaoniku :))

(also i probably should’ve included this in the previous chapter but

warnings: this is a mafia au so :))) expect some form of violence, mentions of drugs/alcohol, strong language at times, things like that. honestly just expect everything because i have no idea what i’m going to write)

~*~

“some things are better left unsaid.”

[soulmate!au] [mafia!au] [oikawa x fem!reader]

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When you left your house that night, you didn't expect to bump into such a handsome specimen. You most definitely didn't expect for that handsome specimen to be your soulmate. And you certainly didn't expect for someone to find out about the very thing that you have kept hidden for so long. The secret that you had kept behind a multi-lock door was never meant to be shared to a single soul, yet someone was able to find the right key to open part of it.

You and your soulmate, who you have yet to know the name of, sat at opposite ends of a bench in the park. He had guided you here after you scrambled to your feet to catch up to him.

The two of you sat in silence, a silence so noticeable that one would think the two of you were complete strangers (they wouldn't be wrong, but things are definitely on a deeper level than that). Twiddling your thumbs was more appealing than facing what he was about to throw at you.

"So..." he started, crossing one leg over the other, hands in his pockets. "What are you going to do?”

"What do you mean?"

"Do you want to tell me what you saw, or do you want to forget about it?”

“... In all honesty, I'm willing to forget about your secret if you forget about mine." He let out a chuckle.

"You must not understand what I'm saying.” he said as he stood up, walking behind you and wrapping his arms around your neck. “I’m not letting you go until I find out what you know about me.”

His breath blew against your ear, sending shivers down your spine as he whispered those words to you. You eyed the way his arms were positioned, noticing that they were ready to restrain you if necessary. From that action, you knew that he meant what he said. You took a breath and let it out before speaking.

“I’ll tell you. Please let me go.”

A moment passed before he retracted his arms. He moved again, this time standing behind the seat next to you. Draping his arms over the back of the bench, he leaned onto the bench, resting himself on his elbows and lowered his head to your level.

"It wasn't much," you started, whispering into his ear, "I just saw you dropping something into a tray and someone sliding you an envelope."

"That's all?" You nodded.

This man, your soulmate, was more mysterious than meets the eye. If you had saw him from a distance, you wouldn’t have guessed that he had such a strange secret, nor would you have thought of the great lengths he was willing to go to to hide it.

"I guess what you know is just a bland as what I know. The only thing I saw was you leaving a hospital room after visiting someone."

You let out a sigh in relief. What he knew was only the surface of what actually happened, the first page of your sad story. He looked at you in interest before speaking.

“As much as I’m interested in finding out what you were doing, I couldn’t care less whether or not you told me.” He rolled up his sleeve to check his watch, before looking back towards you. "It's getting late. You should head back home."

"Alright…”

You walked in the same direction as him, following a few feet behind him. Sensing your intimidation, he sighed before stopping, turning around to face you.

“I’m not going to hurt you. You told me what you knew, remember? That was all I wanted.”

He began walking again, slowing his pace to match yours, taking your silence as his permission to continue beside you. Silence engulfed the two of you a bit longer as you strolled down the dimly lit street. That is until you felt something cold drop onto your forehead, followed by dots of white falling in front of you.

“Oh, it’s snowing.” you said. Your soulmate stuck his hand out, allowing the snow to float down to the palm of his hand.

“It’s the first snow, isn’t it?”

“It is.”

“Do you like the snow?” he asked. You hummed in response.

“It just reminds me of all the winters I spent with my mother. She would always have something warm on the stove and she always bakes treats during the holidays. They’re some of the happiest moments I have with her.”

“... I see.”

“What about you? Did you do something with your family during the winter?”

“It’s better that you don’t ask about that.” he replied with an icy tone.

The atmosphere between the both of you grew tense. It was clear that the subject of family relationships was something that he did not want to discuss. In truth, you were a bit intimidated by his quick change in mood once the topic of family was mentioned. Silence once again cloaked the both of you, this time more evident than before. You noticed his minute change in pace after his reply. He began walking a bit faster, and he began keeping his distance from you. You trailed behind him, watching his shoulders tense ever so slightly. Staring at his figure, you wondered to yourself what kind of experience this man had had for him to avoid the subject completely. The thought didn’t last very long, as the two of you had arrived at an intersection.

“Um, I head this way, so… Have a good night.” You said, pointing towards the street he just walked past. He nodded curtly, bidding you a good night and walking in the opposite direction of you. You watched as his retreating figure grew smaller, before heading back to your home.

As you walked, your hand clutched onto your house keys in your coat pocket. You couldn’t shake the feeling of something eyeing your back. You arrived under the light of a lamppost, the pale yellow light illuminating a small portion of the area around you. You took out your phone, opening your camera and pressing the record button. Pressing you back against the wall, you examined the area around you, flickering your eyes to any lurking shadows you could possibly find, straining your ears to hear any possible movements.

You heard footsteps rushing over to you. Out of instinct, you turned around, only to see your soulmate throwing his arms around you, pulling you close.

"I'm sorry." He said in a moderate tone. “I won’t do it again. Please don’t leave me.”

"Why are you-"

"Someone's following you." he muttered, hugging you tighter.

You didn’t know what to make of the situation. The only thing you could think about was the way his arms wrapped around you, shielding you from the cold and from the eyes of your predator. He raises his voice again.

“I truly do love you. So please…” he pushed away from you, revealing the anxious look on his face. He took your hands in his as he looked into your eyes. “Don’t leave me alone.”

Your eyes widened in surprise at how convincing his acting was. Keeping up with the charade, you leaned your head on his shoulder, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. He smelled of mint, you thought, and also clean linen, probably from the collar of the sweater he was wearing.

"Okay."

to reiterate: if you would like to be added to the taglist, dm/send an ask to @miyaoniku :) (or on another platform that you know me from *squints at mutuals*)

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#oikawa tooru #oikawa fic #aoba johsai #seijoh #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #mafia au #soulmate au

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fhmns · 3 years

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ATTENTION

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

Welcome.

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

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

-BRANCHES/TEAMS

-CAPTAINS

-ROLES

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

DO NOT UNDERESTIMATE EACH BRANCH. EACH ONE IS DEADLY.

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

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

Are you ready to join?

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