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Chapter twelve
SUMMARY: Everything seems to be as normal as can be in Shiratorizawa's gang until Tendou's little sister, Y/n, meets a mysterious man named Iwaizumi. Iwaizumi is the right hand man of Seijoh. The two are quick to discover their true identities but continue meeting up I secret. Soon Iwaizumi develops feeling for Y/n and takes her back to his home. Matsukawa and Hanamaki unexpectedly make a visit to his home when they catch the two in bed together. Matsukawa is quick to recognize the face of Tendou Y/n. What will happen to Iwaizumi and Y/n? What happens when Oikawa finds out? Or worse, when Tendou finds out?
Trigger Warnings: swearing, violence, blood, knives, please keep in mind this is a gang au!
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An: Sorry this stories been on Hiatus so long. My health hasn't been good at all but I'm back and better now :)
Y/n waited outside the classroom for Iwaizumi. She texted him with the information and where to find the class. Y/n was also looking to make sure Aone came by today or she’s screwed.
Iwaizumi walked up to the campus door closest to her classroom. He walked inside the building and walked up to Y/n.
“Hey Y/n.” He said. Y/n jumped a little for show.
“Sorry, I haven’t seen him yet so I was a little scared when you called me just now.” Y/n fake confessed. If there was one thing they were good at, it would be lying.
“It’s okay.” He pulled her in for a hug kissing the top of her head.
Y/n was surprised by the random show of affection he did with her given the situation at hand.
Iwaizumi pulled back.
“Shall we go inside?” He asked.
Y/n nodded as she walked inside the room.
It wasn’t long after Aone had come into the room. She pulled Iwaizumi’s sleeve. She motioned towards Aone with her eyes mouthing the word to him. Iwaizumi felt himself grow mad. He stayed seated though as the lecture went on. Iwaizumi couldn't think of a single thing besides killing this guy at that moment.
The lecture ended a few hours later as Iwaizumi and Y/n left the room. Iwaizumi couldn’t help but feel as if someone was following them. He led Y/n outside to a secluded area. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Aone’s brute build. Iwaizumi paid close attention to Aone seeing him stare and take what he assumed was a few pictures.
After a couple hours, class ended and Y/n pulled Iwaizumi off to the sides.
“I think he took more pictures of me.” Y/n said, doing her best to make it believable.
“I definitely saw him take pictures.” Iwaizumi said.
What Iwaizumi didn’t know was that they prepped for this situation last night. They bought a new phone and loaded it with pictures, notes, and Y/n’s address. Aone’s new phone contained almost everything about Y/n except she was Shiratorizawa. Shirabu, Goshiki and Y/n prepared for the worst.
Iwaizumi began to walk from the room and follow Aone. He noticed Aone stopped and sat down. Iwaizumi told y/n to go ahead of him this time just to see how deep it goes.
Aone followed Y/n through the building while Iwaizumi followed him.
Y/n stood in line for food, Aone ordered exactly what she got, even went to the same cashier. Iwaizumi had enough.
“Hey buddy!” He shouted. Aone remained expressionless. “What the hell do you want with Y/n?” He asked as he stood in front of him now in the eating area.
“Who?” Aone played dumb.
“Don’t play dumb or I will pound your face in!” Iwaizumi threatened.
“I like her, there’s nothing wrong with that.”
“You stalked her! I know cause I followed you!”
“So you stalked me?” Aone asked.
Iwaizumi didn’t have a valid response so he grabbed Aone by the shirt and pulled him up from his seat. Aone growled. Iwaizumi pulled him really close to his face.
“Leave her alone or I will deal with you.” He warned.
“No.” Aone said, “I am not bothering her, I never approach her, so she's fine.”
“She’s terrified of you!!” Iwaizumi said. “You probably stalk her at home too, don’t you?” Aone remained silent. Iwaizumi grabbed his phone off the table, letting go of his shirt. “Unlock this!” Iwaizumi demanded.
“No.” Aone said simply.
Iwaizumi noticed it was a 4 number passcode. He typed Y/n’s birth year, it was wrong. He thought long and hard. Aone tried to grab the phone from his hand as Y/n finally walked up. She grabbed the phone and punched in 4 numbers. The phone unlocked. She stood there shocked.
“What did you type?” Iwaizumi asked.
“1113…..The date of my dads death….” Y/n was frightened, pretending to be like how he would know.
Iwaizumi was falling for the scam. He pulled the phone out of Y/n’s hand and opened the photos. There were over 1500 photos of Y/n. Some at school, the store, in a car from far away and the worst, photos of her sleeping in bed through her window.
“How the hell did you get these photos?” Iwaizumi snapped.
“I did my research.” Aone said.
“This isn’t research! You're a creep!” Iwaizumi went to grab ahold of him again but Y/n stepped in between them.
“Aone, how do you know the date of the father’s death?” She asked, she was visibly shaking.
“I did my research on you, Y/n. I think we should be together. I know you and this guy aren't official.” He said.
Iwaizumi let out a low growl.
“How dare you! You better leave my girlfriend alone or I will personally kill you!” Iwaizumi snapped.
“Girlfriend? Ha. I know she's nothing more then a fuck to you.” Aone said.
Iwaizumi grabbed his shirt collar once again and ripped him up to his face.
“Shut. The. Fuck. Up!” He growled in his face. Iwazumi pulled out a knife. People started to run away from around them, leaving it to be just the three.
“What the fuck?” Aone raised his hands in defense. “Y/n I didn’t agree to this.”
“Agree to what?” Iwaizumi snapped.
Aone ripped his hand off his collar and backed away.
“Ushijima will be hearing about this.” Aone said before running off.
Iwaizumi turned to y/n, eyes wide and full of panic.
“Did he say Ushijima, as in the leader of Shiratorizawa?” He asked.
Y/n stood in pure shock. Iwaizumi looked to Aone as he began to chase him down, wanting more information.
Shirabu, Goshiki, Kindachi and Kunimi approached her.
“Are you okay? What’s going on?” Shirabu asked.
“Hajime… he just found out……”
“Found out what?” Goshiki asked with a gulp.
“About our secret.” Y/n said
Shirabu and Goshiki looked terrified.
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A/N: hey guys sorry for not posting in like forever, I do plan on writing more for this fic but releases will be slow. I may start writing some smaller drabbles and one shots more often, so feel free to message me for requests or leave them in the ask me section :))
Chapter 5
You woke with a pounding headache from the previous day's sex and alcohol induced coma, all of your decisions from the night before had hit you like a truck and now you had to mend the destruction they left in their wake.
The argument with your boyfriend, Yuji, would be particularly unpleasant to deal with however you knew the longer you left it the angrier he would become. His pride and ego had been hurt last night and he had been embarrassed in front of other people, a feeling of dread begins to pool in your stomach at the thought of his reaction. You had had first hand experience with your boyfriend's wrath all too often and it was not something you were looking forward to having to face.
You sat there contemplating your options, on the one hand you could get up and leave the stranger's apartment - Suna’s apartment to go deal with Yuji or you could avoid him today altogether.
The thought of leaving him, breaking up with him had occurred to you many times but never as much as right now. There was no way you were going to go back to him in that relationship but at the same time the thought of attempting to break up with Yuji instilled terror in you. You couldn’t imagine how he would react or what he would do to you if you tried to break it off with him.
You settled on avoiding thinking about the subject, for now at least,you shifted your weight on the plush mattress turning to face Suna. You thought about the night you had spent with him, your cheeks dusting in pink feeling suddenly slightly self conscious at the thought.
Right now you were staring at dilemma number two, you didn't know what to do in this situation. You had gone home with Suna that night but you had no idea if you should’ve left already, you hadn't had many one night stands and the ones you did have the guy ended up leaving before you had woken up in the morning.
Not wanting to overstay your welcome and suddenly feeling in desperate need of a warm shower and change of clothes, you began to move to sit up and grab your clothes from the floor.
“Where are you going?” you heard a sleepy voice ask, you turned to face Suna heat rushing to your cheeks as you took in his form, his hair was a slightly tousled brown mop on his head, half lidded deep brown eyes watching you take him in. Your eyes dropped lower to his perfectly toned body and snake tattoo, for the love of mercy it was enough to make you wanna bash your head against a wall, why was he so freaking fine.
“You like what you see, darling” at that you snap your head back lowering it slightly in embarrassment, of course he caught you eye fucking him. “I’m going home, I need to shower and I have a lot of work to get done” you reply to his earlier question continuing to grab your stuff from the floor where it had been haphazardly thrown the night before. “Just shower here and let me make you some food, you haven’t eaten since yesterday it's nearly 4pm” he says checking his watch his tone is firm leaving no room for argument.
You’re slightly taken aback by his concern, but nod your head all the same when he raises an eyebrow in question challenging you to refuse.
“What would you like to eat?”
It was strange for Suna to wake up this morning, arms wrapped around your still sleeping, naked form. He wasn’t complaining though, he had only been able to fantasise for so long about having you in his bed, arms around you, kissing your lips. Now he’s got you where he’s only been able to dream of having you and he doesn’t make a single move to wake you. Too scared that when you wake up he’ll lose this perfect moment. Eventually, he feels you stir and closes his eyes, maybe if he pretends to sleep you’ll lull off too. You turn to face him, he feels your breath fan out on him and it takes everything in him to not wrap and arm around your hips another around the back of your head and kiss you.
Much to his horror you begin to get up and get dressed, why are you leaving? He thought the two of you had had a good night, he wanted to make you something to eat in hopes he could ask you on a date, a proper date because you deserved to be taken out and courted properly.
The other night he had been over excited at the thought of having you in his bed that he had abandoned his plan of asking you out on a date first. But he would do it right from now on, not just take you home after a night out.
He had convinced you to stay and shower and have food, he offered you a t-shirt, a pair of boxers and some joggers of his to wear as the only clothes you had to go home in was the skimpy dress you wore clubbing and torn up knickers. Of course when you put them on he saw that you were swimming in them, the clothes clearly being a couple sizes too big for you, nonetheless he felt a pang in his chest at the sight of you in his clothes. Something about seeing you in them just felt right to him.
He had made sure to cook whilst you had been showering, making two bowls of spicy beef ramen, setting the table. Normally, he’d have a maid prepare all of this but he felt a sense of contentment in being the one to take care of you.
Feelings like those were scarce in his line of work, so when they came you had to grab a hold of them and protect them at all cost. He thought more about how you would react when you found out what exactly it was that he did, as far as you were concerned he owned a nightclub that's it. Maybe that's all you needed to know at least for now, he was scared that you’d run if he told you, you were sweet and so pure with an easy going air that put people at ease. He, on the other hand, radiated an unapproachable, harsh demeanour that had people averting their gaze in fear when he looked at them.
The more he thought about it the more ridiculous he felt for thinking that you would want to be with him, however, he was nothing if not persistent and he had already decided you would be his even if he had to wait for you to realise it too.
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🔪Homecoming🔪
Summary: Homecoming is here, but also crazy killers are here too. You just had to be there this hocoming!! Looking too good for you not to be killed. No hard feelings tho!
Warnings: Guns, death, mentions of shooting up a hoco, blood, cussing, stabbing, screaming, might not like Y/N in the end, weapons
(Clicking read more is consenting to read dark content and that your reading on your free will)
How did it get this way? At hoco, I am running for my life. Until they arrived, we were all dancing and laughing.
30 minutes ago...
"OMG GIRL YOUR DRESS IS PRETTY," your friend shouted over the loud music. There were a lot of people, so you were relieved to see your friend. "Thank you," you said, clinging onto her as people pushed by. You were somewhat nervous considering it was your first hoco. The music was pleasant, and the theme was old Hollywood, so it wasn't too horrible. Everyone was having a good time.
As time passed, you began to enjoy yourself and even began dancing with your friends. It felt nice. "Hey, I'm going to the bathroom," you stated before walking away from your friends. When you eventually made it past the crowd and to the 2nd floor of the school building, where the bathrooms were.
Something feels off, you think. It's quiet. It's extremely quiet. "I still need to pee," you muttered aloud to yourself. Going to the closest bathroom, you found something frightening. Blood. The stalls, the walls, the mirrors, and the sinks were all covered with blood. It appeared like a bloodbath. You didn't want to glance down when you noticed a bloody sparkly high heel in the mirror.
As you continued to look at the restroom, tears streamed down your cheeks. Think. You have to call someone and go get someone. You tripped over something as you ran out of the bathroom, trying to pull your phone out of your handbag. Your phone flew across the floor when you collapsed. Shit. Looking to see what you tripped you…
A body.
You cried loudly before getting back up to run again. You were getting near to the steps when you heard a series of screams. Then there were shots. What should I do? you wondered. Going downstairs would be a waste of time. There are too many people, and you don't know how many attackers are inside.
Think.
A side door. On the 2nd floor, there was a stairwell leading to a side door. You began to sprint again, this time making sure to grab your phone. You came to a complete stop when you approached the side entrance. In the hallway, there were two people. You couldn't see them clearly until one of them said anything. "Thank you for getting me out there, it is like a massacre." She was crying and struggling to catch her breath. Lilah. But who is this guy?
"It's ok, not a problem" . Hinata. Two of your best classmates in the school. You were relieved and decided to approach them to tell them about the side entrance until Hinata pulled out a knife and began stabbing Lilah. He stabbed and stabbed until her screams were inaudible, before inserting the knife into her throat. Pushing it in so that it can come out the other end. She collapsed against the lockers. Hinata reached into his pocket for a tissue and wiped his hands and face.
You closed your mouth to keep from screaming and began backing away slowly. You could feel your heart beating and your tears pouring quicker. He's in the way of the side entrance. What should I do? You were attempting to back up gently, especially since four other individuals had arrived to assist Hinata. They all appeared to be older.
You were so focused on the group that you forgot about the lockers behind you. You had backed up into the lockers. Making a lot of noise. All five of them glanced at you for what seemed like a long time before you bolted in the opposite direction. Run. Then you heard their footsteps taking off as well. Run faster.
How did it get this way? At hoco, I am running for my life. Until they arrived, we were all dancing and laughing.
When you arrived at the steps, you were sobbing uncontrollably. Fuck it. You ran downstairs. You were sprinting as quickly as you could. Your heels didn't make it easy. Going along many hallways till you came to a door. You were relieved to see another side entrance on the first level. You stopped hearing their footsteps and decided to take a breather before jogging to the door.
When you arrived at the door, you took a moment to consider whether you wanted to see if anyone was still alive or if they were all dead. A single glance wouldn't hurt. What if your friends were still alive, or if they were only injured? You heard something when you started walking away from the door again. Like a door opening.
Oh shit.
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Haikyuu Mafia AU
Karasuno and Nekoma editions
!tw! Mentions and implications of drugs, violence, killing, bars, strip clubs and etc.
I have really no knowledge of mafia stuff other that fanfics so probably not to accurate. The members will be listed by their most known name. For example I have Kenma listed by his first name because that’s what everyone knows him as. I didn’t to full names because I can’t remember all of them and don’t want to Google them.
KARASUNO
Leader- Daichi/Ukai (see notes for more details)
Allies- Nekoma
Known members- Daichi “Captain”- Boss. Ukai “Coach”- See notes. Takeda “Sensei”- Strategist, works on mafia relations. Sugawara “Suga”- Right hand, strategist. Asahi “Ace”- Doctor everyone thinks is a brawler. Kiyoko “Goddess”- Unknown. Tanaka “Baldy”- Brawler, uses fists. Nishinoya “Feral gremlin/Karasunos guardian”- Brawler, uses knives, causes the distractions. Ennoshita “Not as scary Daichi/Who?”- Doctor. Kinoshira+ Narita- Normal mafia, use guns. Tsukishima “Saltyshima/Glasses”- Hacker. Yamaguchi “Yams/Freckles”- Spy. Kageyama “King”- Sniper. Hinata “Tangerine/Sunshine/Boke/The greatest decoy/Shimpy/Chibi”- Assassin, causes distractions. Yachi- Unknown.
Known for- An older mafia that was once in ruins quickly rising to its former glory. Their loud chaotic members and hold over the police
They run- Casinos, hotels+ the Police
Notes- Ukai Ikkei (the old coach Ukai) started the Karasuno mafia so Ukai Keishin knows the ins and outs of the mafia from him. He works in a small corner store not too far from Karasunos base and was kidnapped to help teach them about mafia stuff. Now he’s an unofficial member and boss. Still works at the market though. It’s thought to be an information gathering and brokering place now.
NEKOMA
Leader- Kuroo/Bokuto (see notes)
Allies- Karasuno
Known members- Kuroo “The scheming captain/Rooster head”- Boss, explosives master. Bokuto “The idiot captain/Ace/Owl”- Boss, brawler, uses fists and brass knuckles. Kenma “Pudding head/Brain of Nekoma”- Kuroos right hand, hacker, strategist, finance manager. Akaashi “Bokuto tamer/AGASHIIII”- Bokutos right hand,sniper, strategist. Yaku “Demon/Mom”- Brawler, uses kicks and knives. Yamamoto “Tora/Meathead”- Brawler, uses fists. Fukunaga- Spy. Konoha “Jack of all trades”- Spy. Lev “Rookie”- Tries to be a brawler, causes the distractions, uses knives badly better with explosives. Alissa- Spy. Akane- Spy, strategist. Kai- Doctor.
Known for- Their strategies, explosives and spies
They run- The drug trade in most areas, minor gangs, some law firms, modeling agencies, animal shelters (The soft side Kuroo and Kenma deny they have for cats) and several science labs
Notes- Fukorodani was their own gang but was wiped out when Shiratorizawa and Itachiyama banded together to wipe them out. The survivors ended up joining Nekoma and since Bokuto and Kuroo were such good friends they ended up sharing leadership. Nekomata started Nekoma around the same time Ukai did Karasuno.
Find the Inarizaki, Seijoh and Shiratorizawa edition here
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𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲 • 𝟏𝟎𝐊 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐛 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭
so I’ve been contemplating for a while what I’ve wanted to do for a milestone/collab and seeing as how this is my first time doing something like this, I hope I don’t screw it up! 😭 but I’m super excited. I’ve talked about it before on here but when I was on WattPad, I did a multiverse mafia AU and it was so much fun but I’ve wanted to revisit and do it justice this time. Also, y’all know I’m a sucker for anything crime/true crime related. I couldn’t decide on which one I wanted to do after the poll (and I wanted to give everybody what they wanted 😭). Sooo…I present to y’all, the 10K collab event, Tales of the Underbelly!
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𝖎𝖓𝖋𝖔: drugs, money, cars, glory….all the things synonymous with the fast lifestyle. A life that the average, everyday worker could only dream of. But underneath the surface of the glamour..lies a world filled with danger, adventure and deceit. In a country where several rival gangs fight to take the top spot as the head syndicate, they’ll do anything to achieve that power and they’ll get their success by any means. On the other side of the fence lies a legion of hard working individuals that’ll stop at no means to see these hardened criminals brought to justice. A task force comprised of the country’s highest ranking officers, hoping to take down the monsters responsible for ruining their cities. Not everything is black and white…bonds and partnerships like you’ve never seen will be formed to help either side see their dream to fruition. Which will you choose? The alliance formed on fast money and power or the brave crusaders fighting to restore order?
𝖗𝖚𝖑𝖊𝖘:
• all participants must be 18+ due to the type of content that will be written about. It will contain violence, smut, drugs, sexual content, mentions of death/murder and anything synonymous with every crime show you’ve ever watched.
• this is a multiverse AU (emphasis on AU so I’d prefer non-canon events although including bits of the story/character personas is fine!) event but it is anime themed (obv). Fandoms included are AOT, JJK, Demon Slayer, Tokyo Revengers, One Piece, JJBA, HunterxHunter, Haikyuu, KNB, Bleach, etc. (these are just the fandoms I’ve written for but feel free to write for whoever you’d like!)
• there’s no deadline on this or set date because I can’t guarantee when I’ll be able to update myself but if you’d like to join, shoot me a DM or inbox me! Tell me your characters, the genre of the fic and if it’ll be a drabble or full fic, brief plot summary and I’ll add you to the collab list!
• to elaborate further, you’ll choose your character(s), fandom, plot and story style (ex: gang leader eren x informant reader who’s working for the cops but falls for him and has to choose where she wants to align, full fic, smut or detective!Gojo x reader who’s dating mafia leader!nanami and decides she wants to bring him down, smut/angst) obv these are just examples, you can do whatever you want!
• OC’s are welcome!!!! It can also be x reader as well! Get creative, have fun.
• do as many stories as you’d like! Multiple stories with the same characters are allowed.
• if you have any questions or need me to clear up anything (because I suck at explanations 😭) feel free to message me!
I’m super excited for this collab and can’t wait to see who enters! 🫶🏾 happy writing ✨
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A/N: I have been really into dark romance and shit, ever since I got that TikTok recommendation. I hereby present yakuza!Shinsuke Kita x Reader. Part 1/2
‘Shit. Shit. Shit! I am late!’, you curse yourself as you almost bolt out of the train, as soon as it stops and its doors open.
You accidentally ran into a lot of people, shouting quick apologies over your shoulder, still running to your workplace.
Thank the heavens for your stamina.
Finally arriving at the Tokyo Ambulance Rescue Station, you quickly run inside and each of your coworkers stops what they are doing to look at you.
Huffing and almost wheezing like you’re having an asthma attack, you step inside and head to the female locker room without looking at any of your coworkers.
Already feeling disgusted by your sweaty state, you change into your paramedic uniform nonetheless.
Now in fresh clothes, you trot your way to one of the ambulance vehicles, seeing your friend Makima checking the equipment in the backpacks and making sure everything is filled up.
Gulping in nervousness, you approach slowly.
“Glad you decided to show up. Almost done.” Makima tells you in a deadly calm voice. Makima is one of those people who despise being late, whether it's herself or someone she is waiting on. She is only a few years older than you but still your superior. Great, this is just your first month after graduating but you were so tired last night that you forgot to put on your damn alarm for the next morning.
Not that this is an excuse, but your showing up is all that matters right?
With shaking footsteps, you make your way into the vehicle and start apologizing in a rant.
“Makima I am so so sorry, I promise it will never happen again!”, you frantically explain yourself, still out of breath.
The long-haired redhead briefly looks at you before bursting out laughing and you don’t know if this makes you feel better or worse.
Giggling, she closes up the i.v. medication backpack and storages it back underneath the cabinet of the bandages.
“(Y/N) don’t worry about it really, shit happens to all of us. No one is perfect and everyone here at the station was late once. Even me.” Makima explains and you can feel yourself being able to breathe easier already.
Just when you were about to reply to her, your beeper went off with a loud annoying peeping voice.
You run to the rack, where your black jacket with your name and the words T.A.R.S. are stitched into, and hop into the passenger seat of the vehicle.
Reading the screen at the front, you groan at the message that the fire station has sent you.
‘PATIENT PROB OD, TROUBLE BREATHING, UNCONSCIOUS, UNRESPONSIVE ‘
It’s probably the troublesome homeless teenager Denji again. You have met Denji twice now. Once beaten up badly and lying knocked out cold in an alley where he was found by a couple of passengers. The other time you found him almost bleeding to death due to a deep stab wound in his thigh, which he explained he simply got mugged.
Nonetheless, you press the buttons for the siren and the blue lights, while Makima steps on the gas to rush to the scene.
The rush and adrenaline are running through your system, making your heart bounce in excitement. Saving lives in acute situations is your thing! It’s a working environment that always comes with new foreign things and patients. Each day is different, which is exactly what your brain needs. Even if you have to drive through the massive city of Tokyo, the different kinds of people and the stories you get to tell your parents sometimes, are worth their shocking and even disgusting expressions sometimes.
Once you were called to a restaurant, in which a patient had an allergic reaction and went into a nonlethal anaphylactic shock.
The patient told you that his date was so horrible, that he purposely ate onions, even though he is allergic to them.
All just to get away from her.
Shaking your head, the logic of men never ceases to amaze you.
Arriving at the scene, you see two people leaning over a young guy that is laying on the sidewalk. He is already turned to his side, making sure in case he needs to throw up, he doesn’t choke on his vomit. Mentally thanking these people for performing the stable lateral position on the unconscious boy.
You grab the mobile vital monitor and the backpack that includes material for giving an I.V. including meds and an infusion.
Before Makima grabs the breathing and the medical suction pump, she turns off the siren but leaves the blue lights on. Pressing the lock on the car keys, the ambulance is securely locked. Unfortunately, people tend to break into ambulance vehicles and proceed to steal the medications.
Both women are rushing to the patient, quickly going through the ABCDE approach, and they manage to load him onto the stretcher after making sure he didn’t overdose. His heart is beating abnormally fast, his blood pressure is at 75/40 and when you shine a small flashlight to take a look at his eyes, his pupils are dilated.
There’s no doubt about it, that Denji got his hands on cocaine.
After giving him Adrenaline and Naloxone, his condition stabilises and Denji begins to stir.
Blinking his eyes open, a bright light immediately greets him and Denji swears he died.
He feels incredibly nauseous and his head is spinning like he just went on countless rides on a spinning wheel.
You hover over Denji’s pale figure, a vomiting bag already in your right hand.
“Denji? Can you hear me?” You ask him in a concerned voice.
When Denji was about to answer, he rapidly sits up and snatches the bag out of your hand, and hurls right into it.
Rubbing his back in a comforting manner, you sit beside him on the stretcher.
Makima is giving a quick report to their station boss, before joining you in the vehicle.
The sight of Denji vomiting disgusts Makima, deciding to wait outside because she can’t stand the smell or sight of someone throwing up.
“Denji, I think we should really take you to the hospital, you’re only 16 years old, where did you even get this stuff?” You ask him in a worried voice.
“It’s none of your business, let me out! I need to go!” Denji snaps at you, beginning to stand up.
You know you shouldn’t fight someone who just woke up from a drug rush, so you let him stand up.
Standing on wobbly legs, he places his hand against the vehicle wall to stabilize his balance.
Breathing heavily out of his mouth, he was about to open the vehicle door when Makima already beat him to it.
Surprised that he is up, she moves to the side to let him step out of the vehicle.
Denji almost falls flat on his face and his pale face makes you even more worried about him.
“Denji, are you sure you’re okay? Do you want us to call anyone?”
“Stop acting like you fucking care about me. I am just a street rat. I don’t need your pity! Just leave me the fuck alone!” He angrily spits at you, like a moody teenager that got his phone taken away.
Makima and you are watching him walk away, still unbalanced but both of you leave him be.
“You’re welcome by the way for not letting you die today!” Makima yells after him. Denji shows his middle finger up in response and continues to stomp away.
Sighing in defeat, Makima and you get back into the vehicle and you are making your way back to the station.
Giving the report that the patient refused to cooperate and come with you, you drive back.
The clock strikes 22:00 and Makima and you are finally free to change after the night shift has arrived.
Farewelling Makima goodbye, you begin to walk to the train station.
Having your headphones in your ear, you scroll through your Spotify playlist and choose ‘Glitter and Gold’.
You had a really busy day and barely had a chance to go to the bathroom.
Entering the women’s restroom, you look up from your phone, and the sight before you freezes immediately.
Right in front of you stands a very tall guy with sandy-blonde hair, he has to be at least 6’1 and he is holding a lot of tissues against his arm, blood soaking each tissue.
The stranger holds a painful expression while putting pressure on his arm.
His muscled body is leaning against the sink, the blood on his upper arm dripping down right into it.
Brown eyes rapidly look in your direction, his face shining with curiosity.
Chuckling nervously, he starts talking with his deep voice.
“Don’t scream, don't call for anyone. Just got a little scratch on my arm.”
Blinking a few times at his wound, you slowly step towards him.
Your approach is making him tense, his non-injured arm moving to his side, where he holds a dagger in case you want to attack him.
“Your wound looks pretty bad. Don’t worry I am a paramedic, I can take care of that if you want to.”
The blonde-haired giant looks at you for a few seconds, making sure you’re not lying.
After a few moments of tense silence, he nods unsurely.
Breathing out slowly, you awkwardly glance at the door and at him a few times.
“Uhm. Just follow me then, I need to take a proper look at it. I have my materials at home so come home with me so I can patch you up properly.” You explain to him.
His eyes watch you carefully, hesitantly he nods and puts his maroon jacket back on.
“Do you have a belt or something on you?” You ask him as you both exit the public restroom.
The tall stranger nods and takes off his belt to hand it to you.
Grasping the belt you begin to tie it around his arm, so the wound hopefully stops the bleeding until you both arrive at your place.
Wincing at the tightness, he thanks you quietly.
As you both begin to enter the train, which is thankfully empty around this time on a weekday, you ask him what happened to his arm.
“Not that's yer business anyway, so I’d rather not say.” He avoids your curious look.
“But that wound is pretty deep! You need to go to the hospital and get that stitched up probably.” You try to reason with him.
“I am serious. Drop it.” He snaps at you with an angry frown.
Accepting his request, you decide to drop it.
With nervous hands, you glance down at the metro floor and wait in silence to arrive at your destination.
Ten uncomfortable minutes later, you both arrive at the subway station that is close to your apartment.
Unlocking the door with your key, you enter inside and wait for him.
The blonde hesitates for a few seconds, glancing down the hallway nervously before deciding that you’re not a threat, and enters as well.
Gently closing the door, you urge him to follow you into your bathroom where your medical kit lies underneath the sink.
You direct him to sit on the edge of the bathtub and he complies without question.
“I need to see your wound properly in order to clean it up.” You tell him while putting on medical gloves and setting the necessary materials like the stitching materials, disinfectant wipes, and fluid, and scissors.
He winces while rolling up his sleeve to present you with his injury.
You start by taking a wet washcloth and gently dabbing it around the area, quietly apologizing whenever he hisses and flinches away from the touch.
As you are now able to see the injury better, you see that it’s actually a bullet wound, hence the bleeding was so heavy.
Shocked that he has this kind of injury, you remember that he doesn’t want to talk about how he got it.
“Lift your arm please, I need to know if the bullet is still in the muscle tissue.“
He gives you an incredulous look since lifting his arm would only worsen his pain. Nonetheless, he complies.
Quickly looking around his arm you don’t see an exit wound, closing your eyes in pity for the stranger, you know what you are going to say next, definitely won’t be easy.
“Let me guess. That thing is still in there.” He looks to the ceiling of your bathroom with a tight smile.
“U-Uhm yes. I told you to go to a hospital. It needs to be surgically removed. I really recommend it Mr….”, you drift off as you don’t recall knowing his name.
He looks at you and realizes he’s never introduced himself to you properly.
“Name’s Atsumu Miya, ya can call me Atsumu.”
Later on, Atsumu enters the familiar door of the headquarters of the ‘Fox Den’ and lets out a heavy sigh.
The pent-up frustration from the fight with Karasuno, the pain, and the treatment that he had to bite through with you is making his body insanely tired from exhaustion.
Nonetheless, he needs to give a report to his boss, the leader of the Inarizaki gang of Hyogo.
Atsumu walks down the hallway that has multiple doors connected to it and since it’s awfully quiet, Atsumu guesses that most members are either asleep or away on missions.
Entering the lift at the end of the hallway, he presses the ‘5’ button for the conference rooms and where also the office of his boss.
Swinging back and forth on his heels, Atsumu waits until the elevator stops and continues his path to the room of the leader of Inarizaki.
Once he arrives at his destination, he knocks first, before entering.
“Hey Kita, 'm back from the mission." The blonde says when he steps into the office.
A man who has silver hair with black tips in it, is sitting at the desk and he briefly looks up from his laptop with a stoic face, before looking down again, continuing to type something down.
Ignoring the warm greeting of his boss, Atsumu plops down on one of the chairs in front of the desk and puts his arms behind his head to stretch.
Unfortunately, he completely forgot about the injury on his arm, immediately putting the injured arm down again with a winced hiss.
The head of the gang looks at his trusted friend before a slight frown of concern decorates his face.
“What happened?“ he asks in a calm voice.
“Oh, you know the usual. Just some fuckers from Karasuno in our territory and one of them fucking shot me.“ Atsumu explains while gently rubbing over his arm, feeling the wrapped bandage from you underneath his jacket.
His frown deepens at the mention of their rival gang, the Karasuno crows, but listens quietly.
“Do you need medical attention? Do you want me to send Ginjima or Riseki up?“ He continues to question him.
“Nah, I am good Kita. Got stitched up by this cute girl that I met while I was bleedin‘ out like a pig in a women’s restroom by the train station.“ Atsumu pulls his sleeve to reveal the bandage.
Kita glances at the bandage on his friend‘s arm, a mix between concern and anger but also suspicion haunts his face.
He slowly gets up from his chair and rounds his table with slow steps, making his way toward the older twin.
The injured man looks at him with curious eyes while raising his eyebrow in confusion.
The silver-haired man stares at one of his most trusted right-hand man with a neutral expression and puts his arms behind his back.
“Tell me more about this mysterious medic girl.“ He demands.
Atsumu grins mischievously at his boss and begins to tell him about his fight to the encounter of meeting you.
Yawning, you stretched out your exhausted limbs and climbed into your comforting blue soft blankets. The feeling of your head hitting the cushy pillow makes you sigh in bliss. It was a long day, first the rowdy patients, then getting vomited on by a drunk homeless person that almost overdosed, and then there was the injured blonde-haired stranger you met tonight. You’re not going to lie, it was a whole mountain of stupid to just invite a stranger over to your apartment. Anxiously, you remember, that he mentioned he didn’t want to go to the hospital to get patched up because he needs to stay anonymous.
The only question is…
Why does he need to do that?
Your thoughts are interrupted when your phone vibrates with a message. You curiously pick it up to see what the notification is.
Eyes widening in shock and also a concern, you glance at your screen.
Unknown number
‘Thank you for taking care of my friend. I would like to repay you some time for your kind service’
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and i can’t make you stay (in this broken place) ; atsumu miya
pairing atsumu miya x f!reader
word count 6.3k
synopsis i sin too much to pray for you — no one can believe that one of the most powerful crime lords in the underground world of japan, atsumu miya, is wrapped around the finger of a naive girl like you, but love doesn’t really care about boundaries anyway.
content contains yakuza/mafia au, pet names (”baby”, “my girl”), morning sex, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, gun mentions, mild descriptions of violence, minor/insignificant character deaths, naive/innocent reader
It’s rare for him to be beside you when you wake up in the morning; even rarer than that is you actually waking up before him. But rare doesn’t always equate to never, and proof of this is the fact that he’s lying right next to you, snoring softly with an arm thrown over your body.
It’s funny — even when he’s asleep, he’s still protective of you.
There had been a lot of things about Atsumu Miya that had taken a considerable amount of time to get used to: his overprotective nature, the way he’s always right (because whatever he says goes; if he says the sky is yellow, National Geographic better have that on the cover of their next issue), the way that he treats speed limits as a suggestion…
The hardest thing that you had to learn to deal with, though, is the fact that he’s a businessman first and your boyfriend second. And for the most part, you can handle being second place on his list of priorities.
After all, you’ve only known him for a little over two years. It’s unfair, really, for you to expect him to rearrange his whole entire life over the fact that you entered his… Unexpectedly, if you’re going to delve deep into the details.
You like to think about how the two of you first met. It never fails to make you smile, and you’re smiling (like an idiot, you presume) right now. You were eighteen, then. A freshman at a decent sized university and horribly naive — even more so than you are right now, which is saying a lot.
He — a random junior fresh out of a party — wanted to take you out.
“Like a date?” You had asked, stupidly, hopefully.
“Yeah, like a date.”
(His smile was anything but sweet, but red flags seem like regular flags when you’re eighteen and looking at the world through rose colored glasses.)
The “date” could only be reached, according to the college boy, via a dark alley that just screamed dangerous. You didn’t want to walk through there, but he had convinced you that you were in safe hands.
Those same hands were gripped tightly around your wrists as he led you deeper down this unlitted alleyway. The same safe hands that travelled all over the sides of your body. Even in this damp location, even with the humid summer heat of Japan, even with the humidity making the air feel so thick it was as if it were solid, even with all of that, you were still shaking every time he so much as grazed your body.
The moment his “safe hands” found their way up your shirt, you screamed.
You don’t know this part about the story. Honestly, if Atsumu gets his way (and he usually does), you’ll never know this part. It’s not important, he reasons, for you to know the real reason on why he just so happened to be in that part of town.
(It had been too dark that night, and you were so anxious that you hadn’t noticed the stains on the collar of his dress shirt, and even if you had, you would never even think for a second that it was the blood of a rival yakuza member.)
Of course, the unbiased details of the story have long since been erased from your memories. When you look back at this fateful day, the only proper way (your words, obviously no one else’s) to explain Atsumu’s entrance is to compare it to that of a knight in shining armor. Because that’s how you felt when you saw his tall figure at the entrance of the alley.
You had screamed for help, and he saved you with no hesitation.
After that, it had only made sense to you to keep in contact with him.
For such a shy, scared girl, you were awfully persistent in chasing after him. He’s never saved a girl’s number in his phone before, and he swore that you weren’t going to be an exception.
And then you became an — no, the — exception.
(He tells you, one day when he’s drunk, that he always knew you were going to be The One since the first day he met you. You had been shaking like you were freezing and stuttering over your words, and he didn’t want to see such a pretty girl like you — no, not like you… just you, because you are the only exception, after all — in a predicament like that ever again.
What a walking contradiction he is: vowing to protect you as if your very association with him isn’t the main reason why you’re in a constant state of danger.)
You moved in with him after just six months of dating. He’s your first serious boyfriend, and it’s not like you regret staying by his side, even if he does have some weird tendencies that any other sensible person would investigate. The early morning meetings and late hours that he works “at the office” are suspicious. Sometimes, he’ll come home to you with a different new scar but the same method of brushing off all your questions and concerns as trivial things.
( “Ya worry about me too much.” He tells you, like the thought of you caring about his well being, about him, so deeply doesn’t make his heart grow twice its size.)
You’re not nearly as dimwitted as his coworkers — specifically Kiyoomi Sakusa, the notorious germaphobe and coldest of the bunch — think you are. You know that there’s more to Atsumu Miya than his job as an investment broker. You know that there’s a reason he doesn’t want you to be at his work office. Absolutely no surprise visits — he’s very adamant about this rule. You highly doubt you could even get away with it; the security for his company is insane.
But he comes home to you in one piece, and his cashflow seems nearly endless, and when you’re with him, you feel so safe. So, you don’t question his business, you don’t go digging around, trying to find out where all his money and power come from. At the end of the day, does it really matter?
All that matters is that he’s here with you, right now, for what seems like the first time in forever. You’re so ridiculously happy about this fact that you can’t seem to stop smiling at him as he continues to sleep. You take a hand to reach up and play with his hair, and his eyes open in a flash, almost as if he hadn’t been sleeping just a second ago.
He looks ready to jump into action, but his body relaxes when he realizes that it’s just you.
(That’s another one of Atsumu’s odd tendencies — he’s constantly on his guard.)
He makes a small noise, shuts his eyes again, and snuggles up even closer to you, his grip on your body tightening even more. You continue to run your fingers through his hair.
“Poor baby, longer hours at the office?” You murmur, more to yourself than him. Of course you know that he’s working longer hours — the number of times you fell asleep while waiting for him makes it hard for you to not notice the slight shift in his schedule.
He’s still trying to snuggle up even closer to you, like he can’t bear not having his body pressed flush against yours.
“Mm, I’d feel a lot better if I got to spend more time with my girl.” He says, face burrowed in your hair, muffling his voice. You know this is just supposed to be a sweet morning in bed with your boyfriend, but you can’t help but squeeze your thighs together at his trademark nickname for you — my girl. It sounds even better when it’s said with his morning voice.
“Let’s have breakfast together.” You suggest, your hand moving lower to play with the tufts of hair at the nape of his neck.
It’s not a bad idea. Atsumu knows you like to dote on him just as much as he does for you. The image of you wearing one of his dress shirts and just a pair of panties he bought you while working hard to prepare him a meal is a sight that greets him home at least once a week, and he can never get tired of it. But it’s been a while since he’s been able to indulge in this much free time, and today—
Today Atsumu wants breakfast in bed.
His arm around your waist allows him to squeeze one of your asscheeks before he moves his arm to the front of your body, traveling to the apex of your thighs. You part them without him having to tell you to do so, and he smiles at your easy submission. You really are his good girl, huh?
“‘Tsum—’Tsumu.” You whimper out while he traces the lace of your panties before pulling them to the side to expose your pretty pussy. He leans on his other arm, resting all his body on his left arm, so he can admire you better.
“So early in the morning, and my baby’s already so wet.” He’s smiling as his index finger finds its way inside of you.
You know that your original plan was supposed to be making Atsumu feel good, a treat for working so hard (working on what , you have no idea), but you can’t focus because it’s barely seven in the morning, and he already has you wet and wanton for him and his touch. It’s unfair, really, how just a simple taste of his touch has you keening for more already.
You can’t help but lift your hips up to try to get him in deeper, but he just laughs — a deep, melodic rumble — before adding his middle finger.
One of the things he loves most about you is the effect you have on how he views life. Atsumu Miya’s never been the type of guy to believe in fate; coincidences, sure, but never destiny, y’know? But he supposes even the universe has a heart, because it led him to you.
Sometimes, when he’s feeling extra confident, he reckons that he has the Midas Touch. His hands have explored every centimeter of your gorgeous body; how else would he explain just how golden you are? But that’s just all you; his golden girl long before you even met him. If anything, he knows the real truth: the more time you spend with him, the more time you’ll lose that lovely shine to you. Touches from a man like him only tarnish, are only capable of tainting you.
But he can’t think about that now. Lately, he’s been getting in his head, always wondering when the day is gonna come where you decide to pack your bags and jump ship. It’s why he needs to savor moments like these for as long as they last.
You grind against his hand, trying to get him in deeper as if it’s physically possible. That’s another thing he loves so much about you; it’s easy to get you needy for him. The thought of you being like this with someone else leaves a bitter taste in his mouth, but the little whimpers of his name draws him out of his uncalled for jealous spiral.
Your hands, so much tinier than his, grab onto his arm, nails making themselves at home on the skin and muscle of his biceps. Most of the time, you’re his cute little pillow princess, but then there are moments where you’re just so desperate that you’re willing to put in the work, too.
“Look at you, baby, gettin’ all wet and messy from riding my fingers like they’re my cock.” He coos, watching you use his fingers to get yourself off. You’ll never believe him when he tells you just how pretty you look going stupid as the only thought in your mind is to chase after the pleasure only he can give you. Would you be grinding against the hand of anyone else, clenching around someone else’s fingers as well as you are right now?
No, you wouldn’t be. You wouldn’t be, because it’s his skin that had indentations of your nails digging themselves in there as your movements get even more sporadic. It’s him that’s being granted a front row seat to watch the way your pretty pussy glistens in the morning glow of the sun. It’s his fingers that are buried knuckles deep in your wet heat, his hand that your slick arousal is dripping all over.
“ATSUMU!” You moan out, practically humping his hand as you ride out your first orgasm of the morning. Your cheeks are burning with heat, but it’s nothing compared to the warm feeling you get in your belly before cumming all over your boyfriend’s fingers.
You’re not given a moment to come down from your previous high because when Atsumu withdraws his fingers from your cunt and brings his cum coated fingers to his lips to get a taste of you, all his restraint, all thoughts of taking his time to savor your sweetness, flies out the window.
He’s greedy, he knows it. But he also knows you, so when finds himself with his head between your thighs, licking up the remnants from your previous orgasm, he knows before you even do it that you’ll card your fingers through his hair and push his head down.
He smiles at your needy actions. Honestly, when he’s with you, it’s hard to stop himself from smiling. You just make him so happy — even happier when you make those cute, little noises when he fucks you with his tongue.
He could live in between your legs for the rest of his life, with only your juices to sustain him. Drugs have hardly ever held any interest to him, but as he relishes in the sweet taste of you, he can’t help but think that you’re his drug of choice. With a pussy like pure codeine, and a taste so sweet that he can’t help but drown himself in your essence, you wash away all his worries.
You’re lucky that he’s not tender headed, especially since you always love to pull at his hair when he makes you feel good. The sounds of him eating you out are lewd and mix in with your sweet mewls. He knows you’re close. Your thighs are closing in on him, your grip on his hair is tightening and you’re pulling with reckless abandon as your body squirms and moves sporadically without your mind telling it too. You’re so lost in the pleasure, burning in the heat of the moment.
When he finally sucks on your clit, you scream as your second orgasm has you clamping your thighs. He continues sucking on your clit throughout your release, utterly enraptured at the way you throw your head back with your back arched. He admires the way your pretty lips part to moan out his name, only his name, always his name.
You’re trying to catch your breath, watching as he licks his lips, your juices smeared all over his chin, making the lower half of his face all shiny, slick with your arousal. Your bottom lip juts out as you pout, tears welling up in your eyes.
Immediately, the pleased expression on his face morphs into one of complete concern.
“Baby, what’s the matter?” He’s panicking, worried that he went too hard on you. He’s been rougher before, but maybe his idea of “soft and sweet” is different from yours. He had only wanted to make you feel good, and it seemed like you were enjoying it, but—
“Y-you didn’t give me a-a-a chance—” You sniffle, finding it hard to stop the flow of tears from falling down your warm cheeks. “—t-to make you feel good, t-too.”
His thumb wipes away some of your tears. Look at you, all fucked out with your cute, quivering little hole still clenching around nothing. Nothing is better than seeing your pussy covered in your cum — unless, of course, it’s his cum that’s seeping out your abused hole.
“It’s okay, baby.” He coos, using his free hand to tug at the waistband of his boxers. “I never said we were finished.”
Atsumu Miya likes to play games. Which his right-hand man, Kiyoomi Sakusa, says is going to be the downfall of them all, but Atsumu doesn’t care because he thinks that Omi is too serious for his own good.
To the outside world, he’s the president of MSBY, one of the leading investment brokerages in Japan. That’s what he likes to call himself: an investment broker. A real businessman, y’know? And he looks the part, too: gelled hair, nice watch, shiny shoes, a custom tailored suit that’s been ironed by you.
To the men who dared to go against him, though, he’s the embodiment of death. The building MSBY calls its headquarters is fifty stories tall, but right now, right fucking now, he’s deep underground. On the rare occasions he does allow you to visit him at work, he shows you to his office at the very top floor — the one with the best view in Japan, he tells you, as you stare in awe at the beautiful scene before you — and says that this is where he does most of his work.
He doesn’t like lying to you, but sometimes, lying is necessary. You’re a curious thing by nature; if he told you the truth, the truth being that most of the time, all of his business is handled in the wide basement of this office building, you would ask to see it.
He doesn’t want you to see it, though. Doesn’t want you to see the way he handles business, doesn’t want you to see the men he does business with, and certainly doesn’t want those men to see you .
“Pathetic.” Kiyoomi spits out, leaning against the wall with a cold look in his dark eyes. The black mask he’s wearing obscures the disgusted sneer on his face that Atsumu knows is gracing his features.
The three men whose knees are on the floor, bowing down to Kiyoomi and Atsumu, don’t say anything in reply.
Kiyoomi brought them in because he had a sneaking suspicion that this trio had been breaking the rules, and Kiyoomi’s suspicions are hardly ever wrong. These three men had gotten a little bit too ambitious in their pursuit of money.
“Ya think I would just let the three of ya walk around as free men after what you tried to pull?” Atsumu snaps. “You think I would let anyone get away with tryin’ to sell off girls? The three of you are shit at running drugs, you really thought you could get away with human trafficking?” His voice is raising — he’s not yelling, though, not yet. “I ought to get the whole crew down here, so they can watch you three beg for your lives before I put a bullet through each of yer heads.”
“Pl-please, sir—”
“Close yer damn mouth. The more you talk, the more I want to get this over with.” Atsumu takes a step closer to them. “I was gonna go easy on ya, but then Omi told me somethin’ real interesting.” He nods to Kiyoomi, who finally stops leaning against the wall and straightens up.
“They have a bunch of files on young girls they’ve been scouting in this area. Ones that they think would be easy targets.” Kiyoomi tosses the file that he’s been hiding away in the inside of his suit jacket. “I think the one I left on top is gonna make you—” He pauses, as if he trying to find the right word without spoiling the surprise. He shrugs instead. “Well, go ahead and take a look.”
When Atsumu opens the file, he’s greeted with a candid shot of you. It had been taken last week — he knows so, because he recognizes the frilly white sundress you’re wearing in this photo. It’s the same dress he bunched up to fuck you by the lake the two of you were having a picnic at. The memory is a good one, but the fact that they managed to get a clear photo of you before that angers him.
Attached is a paper with your information filled out: basic things, like your name, age, your city of residence…
Obviously their work isn’t nearly as thorough as it could be, considering the fact that they hadn’t known about your connection to him. It’s almost laughable, really, at how pitiful their attempts to start their own little side business is.
“[Name] [Surname].” He reads out your name slowly, mockingly — as if these men are children who need help sounding out new vocabulary words in a picture book.
“Sir, please! We’ll do anything! We-we can even get her for you, if that’s what you wa—“
A swift kick to the man’s jaw has him shutting up, the impact so strong that a tooth flies out. Kiyoomi looks at it with disgust.
“God, you three are the biggest fucking idiots here, huh? I don’t even wanna know what I was thinking lettin’ ya in.” Atsumu’s eyes narrow at the pitiful sight beneath him. He should feel bad, he thinks. But, then again, they’re just asking for it. Not only did they try to use their weak connection to MSBY to promote their own little business venture, but they failed, miserably. He’d be embarrassed to be them right now.
It’s not just the ignorance and disloyalty that has his blood pressure rising, though. It’s the fact that they’ve been watching you, taking pictures of you, maybe even following you whenever they can, that makes him see red. Them asking him to spare their lives in exchange for you, though, is his breaking point.
Kiyoomi can see that Atsumu’s this close to doing something dangerous, but he doesn’t make any moves to stop him. Not because he can’t, but because he just doesn’t want to. Atsumu’s a big boy who can clean up his own messes (not well, which leaves Kiyoomi with the responsibility to erase all traces that anyone’s ever been murdered down here). Truth be told, Kiyoomi’s bored, and when Atsumu gets mad, things get fun.
He can see the gears turning in Atsumu’s head right now as he plans his next move. The pathetic whimpering coming from the trio of traitors is making Kiyoomi’s ears bleed, so he’s hoping ‘Tsumu can hurry the hell up so he can make it on time for a lunch reservation he set up…
“Since the the three of ya are all gonna be meeting yer maker soon, I’ll let you in on a little secret only the higher ups know about.” He pulls out his phone — his personal one, the one dedicated just for you — while he talks. “[Name] is my girlfriend. So I don’t need the three of you to try to take advantage of her and bring her to me.” He crouches down so he doesn’t have to speak as loud when he explains what’s about to go down.
“As a matter of fact, I think I’m gonna call her right now. Ya know what happened to the last guys that tried to fuck me and my organization over?”
“Sir! We did—“
He gets cut off when Kiyoomi knees him on the side of his head.
“Shut up, and let him finish.” Atsumu can always count on Kiyoomi to help him get his point across.
“The last guy’s last words were tellin’ my girl how pretty she looked. She’s pretty, isn’t she?”
“Y-yes.”
“Ya think my girl is pretty?” Atsumu pulls out his gun, matte black, fully loaded, and presses it against the middle man’s head. “Ya wanna know why that was that bastard’s last words?” He sneers, not waiting for an answer. “It’s because he wasn't even good enough to be looking at her.”
He pulls back his hand, removing the gun from against the man’s temple, and straightens up, standing to his full height.
“But that was too borin’. And besides, I don’t want you fuckers talkin’ to her.” His gun is tucked safely behind his back as he unlocks his phone. A photo of you blowing a kiss at him greets him on his home screen.
“I’m gonna ask her to pick a number between one and three. Whatever number she chooses is the number of bodies Omi’s gonna have to take to the burner.”
“Th-this isn’t right!” One of the men shouts. “Letting your fucktoy call the shot—“
“You can get shot right now if ya like.” The man is silent. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
When he calls you, you pick up on the first ring, just like he knew you would because that’s what you always do.
“Hey, aren’t you at work right now?”
“I’m takin’ a break.”
“That’s good! You’ve been working so hard. Are you sure you can’t bring some of your work home?”
Well, he could, but he’s not sure how you would feel about having a stranger’s blood splattered all over the white carpets you made him buy.
“Nah, I’m fine. Hey, I wanted to call you because I need some help.”
“Really?” He can practically see your wide eyes. “Of course! D-do you need me to come down to the office?”
“No!” He winces when he realizes that his voice is louder than it needs to be. “No.” He repeats, more gently this time around. The difference startles the three men, but Kiyoomi just rolls his eyes. It’s pathetic how much Atsumu babies you.
“I just need you to pick a number between one and three.”
“For what?”
“Can’t say. Just pick, baby.”
“Um…” He can tell you’re probably biting your bottom lip in thought. “Whatever I say won’t ruin the company, right? Like, this isn’t some life or death decision I’m making?”
Atsumu’s smile is a sadistic one. “Of course not! I can’t tell ya what it’s for, but it’s definitely nothing crazy. But you gotta pick now, baby, I’m in a hurry.”
“Okay, well, you know what? You can never go wrong with picking the highest number. I think I should choose number three.”
“Three?” Atsumu asks, just to confirm that he hasn’t gone hard of hearing yet.
“Three.” You confirm, giggling a little bit. “So, did I choose good?”
“You chose perfectly, baby. I gotta go now, but I’ll see you tonight.”
When he hangs up, it’s like flipping a switch. His face is contorted into a cruel sneer as he stares down at the three men. He only looks up to nod at Omi, who’s now pulling out his own gun.
“Hey.” Atsumu taps the toe of his shiny dress shoes on the cheek of one of the kneeling men. It’s the same one who was so adamant that this “wasn’t right”. Pulling back the safety of his gun, the action making a resounding click that echoes throughout this dark room, Atsumu smirks. “How does it feel knowing that my fucktoy is the reason why ya got a bullet through yer head?”
He doesn’t get an answer because dead men don’t speak.
Showing you off, though, becomes a problem — and fast.
Word spreads like wildfire in the underground world, and the hottest news right now is this: Atsumu Miya’s absolutely whipped for some stupid slut, and if you value your life, you’ll leave her the fuck alone.
But there are two sides to a coin, and the other side is this: the best way to fuck with Atsumu Miya is to fuck with you.
Every major and minor crimelord or lone wolf has heard about you. Most of them have seen a photo of you, some of them even have their own. The most direct way of having Atsumu Miya in the palm of their hands is to choke you with it first.
An old rival of his is the first to hear the news about you. Tobio Kageyama isn’t interested in how pretty you are; he doesn’t care that you’re naive and just begging to be taken advantage of; he couldn’t care less about all the lewd comments used to describe you when he’s gathering info. All he cares about is that kidnapping you will have Atsumu doing whatever he wants, and at the end of the day, all Tobio really cares about is how much power he has.
But you don’t know about any of this. How could you? Atsumu’s main goal is keeping you in the dark. You’re not stupid — obviously, he’s into some shady shit, but it’s never been anything that you felt you should worry about. Besides, aren’t all businessmen a little crooked?
The sound of several muttering voices and the slam of a door signals that Atsumu is home, and you peek your head from behind the wall that serves to separate the entranceway from the living room.
“‘Tsumu?” You ask, staring first at your boyfriend, and then at the three men behind him. You recognize the trio — you call them his friends, even though Atsumu knows better. They’re loyal and he doesn’t mind spending time with them, but there’s no room for any real meaningful friendships to take place.
“We have to go. Now.” Atsumu makes his way to you in just three long steps, his hand finding its way to your tiny arm, squeezing tight as he drags you alongside him.
“‘Tsumu, I-I don’t understand. Did I do something? Wh-”
“Kiyoomi, you sure you wanna go alone? Bo could always come with you.”
Kiyoomi scoffs underneath his mask, as if what Atsumu just suggested offends him. “I respect Ushijima, but I’m sure he and I can come to an understanding without any assistance.”
Atsumu speaks to Shouyo and Koutarou, double checking on certain things, and when everything seems to be sorted out, he nods at them before dragging you out into the hallway of the apartment building you live in.
“Atsumu, let me go.”
“I can’t do that.” He says, never easing his grip on you as he walks down the hallway and pulls you into an elevator, taking the two of you down to the parking garage.
“What’s going on, Atsumu?” You try to ease the shake in your voice as you grab at his chin, forcing him to face you. He seems angry at first, but his features soften as he looks down at you.
“I’m not a good person, ya know.”
“Did something happen?”
“The specifics aren’t important, trust me.”
“Trust you?” You ask. “Can I? Should I?”
Now’s not the time for his heart to be breaking. Whether he’s fucking you or not, you always look up at him adoringly, like he’s just the ninth wonder of the world or something. Now, you’re staring at him like he’s a stranger, and the worst part about it is the fact that it’s entirely justified. You brought out a different side to him no one else would ever know existed, but that doesn’t mean you know about who he really is.
“Do you?” He retorts, looking directly in your eyes, seeing his crazed expression reflecting back at him.
A beat passes, and then—
“Of course I do, ‘Tsumu.”
You’re telling the truth.
When he takes you to the safe house, he explains it. Maybe not all of it, and he’s definitely sparing you the gritty details, but you get what you need to know — what you should know. MSBY has one foot in the corporate world, and one buried deep in the ground of the world of organized crime. He’s been prepped and primed for his position since he was a teenager; leaving isn’t an option granted to many.
He gave up his life for this cause so his brother could live normally. Now you know why he never talks about Osamu — it’d leave a bitter taste in your mouth too.
A lot of bad men want to hurt you as a means of getting to him. He can protect you — he will protect you. He just needs time. Time to gather more resources, time to deal with all his enemies, time time time.
He’s been running short of it for quite a while now.
He tells you your limited options: stay with him, or stay with him ‘til it’s safe for you to leave this safehouse, and you can break free from this life. You can pretend that you’ve never even met him. Move on. Meet someone normal. You’d still be under his protection either way.
You cried when he told you this. You’re sensitive, after all. Empathetic, too. His pain ultimately becomes your pain, and he hates himself because the last thing he had ever intended to do was hurt you .
But hurting people comes easy to him. His hands have been molded to hold a gun, not love. He’s not built for tender touches and handling things with care, and maybe he was just fooling himself into thinking that you’re meant to be his.
But all thoughts of how he’s a monster incapable of deserving nice things, incapable of deserving you, leaves his mind when he finds you straddling his lap. You stopped crying, but the barely dried up tear streaks are still on your cheeks, lashes still wet as you stare at him.
You’re pressing your body against his, arms wrapped around his neck, face burrowed in the open space between his neck and shoulder. It’s like you’re trying to steal him of all his warmth — isn’t it bad enough that you’ve already stolen his heart?
Is it bad that he’d give you his all, give you everything, if you just asked?
He’s not sure how long he holds you like this, but it also doesn’t take you very long to start squirming against him.
Even in a life threatening situation, you’re still his needy little slut. You’re grinding on his lap, letting out tiny, cute whimpers as you rub your clothed cunt over his steadily hardening cock.
“Mmm, I-I need you, ‘Tsumu.” You whine out, rubbing your face against his neck, inhaling his familiar scent.
“Yeah? My pretty baby needs me?” He groans out. “I need you, too, baby. I need to fuck your little pussy ‘til everyone knows who you belong to.”
Ridding you of your shorts and panties is an easy task, especially since you’re so eager. Your dainty fingers are unzipping his jeans, and he watches you with half-lidded, lust filled eyes as you hastily pull down, trying to free his cock from its confines.
He fucks you all night, making good on his word. The first time you orgasm is when you ride his cock like it’s the last time you’ll ever do so, pathetically rutting up against him like a weak bitch in heat. His fingerprints are embedded in the flesh of your hips, and he sucks harsh hickies on your neck and collarbone that don’t fade for a week. The second time you orgasm is when he takes you to the king sized bed and properly gets his cock reacquainted with your pretty pussy, thrusting in so deeply that he presses against your cervix despite your whines. Your walls clamp down on him so tightly, clinging to his dick every time he tries to move; he doesn’t have to mold you to him, it’s as if you’ve already been made for him, custom tailored to fit him and only him.
He fucks you rough and hard, with a bruising pace and superhuman stamina. Your throat is sore from screaming so much. You’re nothing but a leaking hole by the time he’s done for the night, vision blurred and limbs feeling like gelatin. You can barely form a coherent thought, nevertheless speak using actual sentences, and so when he pulls you close to him, placing a gentle, almost chaste kiss on your forehead, you can’t tell him what you want to say: I love you, and I won’t leave you.
The hardest part about the life he’s been forced to live is the fact that his priorities will never align. He thinks about this as he tucks you in, brushing back your hair as you sleep. You roll over on your side, grabbing at the spot where he should have been laying, pouting in your sleep as if you know he should be there and he isn’t.
That’s the issue. No matter how much he wants to, he can’t be there for you as much as he would like.
Stupid Kiyoomi warned him about this — “You can’t live a double life.” He can’t run the underground crime world and be your boyfriend. He also can’t put you through this life; can’t force you to stay in a place where you don’t belong.
He brushes his lips against your forehead again, smiling at you as you sleep.
He’ll come back for you, he swears. He just has to make sure that you’ll be safe. Won’t come back for you until he’s certain that all the major threats are gone.
You’ll wake up alone. There will be no way for you to contact him. He won’t go out of his way to speak to you, either. It’s best for the both of you to learn and adjust to living without each other.
In this line of business, it’s just better for everyone in the long run to prepare for the worst.
#haikyuu x reader#atsumu miya x reader#miya x reader#atsumu x reader#atsumu smut#smut#lemon#one shot#drabble#angst#yakuza au#mafia au#hq imagines
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SEIJOH FIGHTERS
-> a short oikawa x fem!reader series
series masterlist
summary. y/n moves from her home country into a completely new world, where she follows her hobby - kickboxing - into an underground world of drugs, violence and other crimes. Though, she doesn`t realize, she’s the main target for criminals at that time, until she’s kidnapped by no other than a childhood aquaintance, wanting to save her life.
genre. underground fighter/mafia, 18+
warnings. heavy depictions of violence, death, guns, kidnapping, angst, physical assault, blood/serious injuries, intoxication, crimes
general masterlist - kofi
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status. in progress
all rights reserved - skytooru - 2023. please do not reupload or translate my work on any platform without my permission.
#haikyuu#haikyu x reader#oikawa scenarios#oikawa tooru#oikawa x reader#oikawa x yn#seijoh#iwaizumi hajime#iwaizumi haikyuu#underground#fight club#kickboxing#anime fanfic#mafia romance#mafia au#mafia x reader
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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: 2.8K
Chapter Two
A few months later…..
Hana and Y/n became best friends just like they thought they would. Y/n was at Bokuto’s apartment with him at that moment.
“Y/n, can we talk?” Bokuto looked over to a naked Y/n lying under the covers beside him.
“Can we talk fully clothed?” She asked with a laugh.
“Of course, Let’s go to the living room.”
The two got dressed as they headed into the living room of Bokuto’s private penthouse. Y/n sat down on the couch as Bokuto sat on the love seat.
“What did you want to talk about, Bo?” Y/n asked.
“Us.” He said.
“What about us?” She felt herself become uncomfortable suddenly.
“There’s no easy way for me to say this, so I will just rip the bandaid off…. I’ve fallen in love with you, Y/n. I want to be with you. Over the last 6 months I have grown so attached to you. I want there to be an official us.” Y/n stood up.
“Bo, I can’t do this with you. Especially not now.” She began to walk to the door as he chased after her. He turned her around and pulled her into his chest to kiss her. She pushed back away and slapped him immediately.
“Don’t touch me, Kotaro! I said no!” With that she walked out the door. She rode the elevator all the way down to the ground, fresh tears falling from her eyes.
Y/n said no to Bokuto solely because of her line of work. She viewed Bokuto as the innocents in her life. She was afraid she would ruin him with the fate she’d sign him up for.
Y/n pulled out her phone and made a call.
“Can you come pick me up? I’m at the corner of Yakimura.” The person on the other side of the phone agreed as they hung up. She sat by herself on the corner of the street, crying.
It was a few minutes later when a car pulled up.
“Hey little storm cloud, Do you want a lift?” Kuroo asked as he rolled down the window.
Y/n stood up and opened the door. She stepped inside the two door, black Chevrolet Corvette Z06. She looked over to Kuroo and whispered a soft thank you.
“You want to talk about why you are crying? I’ve never seen you cry before.” He said.
“No. I just need to get laid. Take me to a bar.” She said back.
“Why don’t we fuck?” He asked rather seriously.
“What? You’re joking right?” Y/n asked as she turned to him, drying her tears.
“No, I’m dead serious Y/n. We’ve known each other for 11 years now, so who better than someone who knows you like the back of their hand?”
“We can try it. I guess you made a valid point, Kuroo.”
“Call me Tetsuro when It’s just us, like you used to, Y/n.” He smiled at her, grabbing a hold of her knee. “We can go back to the penthouse and grab a couple drinks before we fuck. How’s that sound?”
“Okay.” She agreed.
At Kuroo’s penthouse, he was mixing cocktails for Y/n and him, as she sat on his couch, feeling a bit awkward.
“Here, maybe this will help with your awkwardness,Y/n.”
“Can we make a promise?” She asked, looking up at him.
“What’s up?” He said, sitting down, taking a sip of his drink.”
“Let’s promise not to fall in love, okay?” Kuroo laughed at Y/n.
“I'm a mob boss, Y/n. I don’t do love.” He said.
“And I’m an underboss, I don’t do love either.”
“Then it’s agreed.” He said back.
Y/nl smiled as she chugged back her drink. “Let’s play strip poker. Loser has to pole dance for the other.”
“How do you know there’s a pole in the room?” Y/n just looked at Kuroo, face reading “Really Kuroo” Energy. Kuroo laughed, “Okay you got me, you’re on! Prepare to lose!”
It was Y/n’s turn to laugh. Y/n was a master gambler. She was almost undefeated within Nekoma. A few loses here and there when she was too intoxicated to play properly, but Kuroo had no idea what he was getting into.
“And eat shit Kuroo.” Y/n said, placing her hand down.
“A royal flush?!?!!? But how??!?!?” He yelled.
Y/n laughed as she looked at Kuroo.
“Better get ready to pole dance for me.” Y/n said with a sly smirk.
The poker games continued as Y/n continued to win against Kuroo. He was down to his boxer as she was still basically dressed. Kuroo looked down at his hands and then his boxers as he let out a deep groan.
“Admitting defeat, Tetsu?” She asked with a snide smile.
“I only have one pair.” He said as he slapped down the cards. A pair of 4’s laid in front of him.
Y/n smiled as she placed down a pair of aces.
“Pole time, Tetsu!” She laughed. He stood up about to pull his boxers down as she stopped him. “Strip tease please?” She laughed as he rolled his eyes and walked to the bedroom as she followed close behind.
Back at Fukurodani headquarters……
Bokuto was in a rage. He was throwing things, breaking things and sort of crying. Akaashi sat across from him as he finally slammed his fists down on his desk.
“Can we talk like civilized humans now or do you want to break some more shit?” Akaashi asked him.
Bokuto sighed as he sat down at his desk.
“We can talk.”
“I’m glad you’ve come around, what’s going on Koutaro?”
“It’s Y/n… she told me she doesn't feel the same way. I confessed to her tonight… I don’t want to be without her but she left… she left me Akaashi…”
“Deep breaths, let’s think about this logically. She probably wouldn’t be able to handle our lifestyle anyways.” Akaashi said.
“Maybe…. Maybe.” Bokuto put his head in his hands and let out a deep sigh.
.The next day………..
Y/n woke up beside a fully naked Kuroo. She looked at the time and noticed it said 6am. She sighed as she carefully got out of the bed and started to gather her clothes. Y/n walked out of his room and into the bathroom in the hallway of Kuroo’s penthouse. She looked at herself in the mirror, she didn’t realize but she was on the brink of tears. She wiped her eyes as tears began to fall. Y/n was quick to leave Kuroo’s apartment as she hurried into the elevator as soon as the door opened. She stood in the elevator staring at her reflection. She felt more tears run down her face. As she went down the 24 floors…..
2 months later….
“Cmon! It’s just one night, I promise Bokuto isn’t coming if that’s what you are worried about Y/n.” Hana said.
“More worried about Akaashi. I just get the vibe that he doesn't like me much.”
“He doesn’t not like you… more so that he doesn’t trust you.” Hana said.
“He doesn’t trust me? Why not?” Y/n asked.
“Um… It’s complicated.” Hana said.
“Oh I see… anyways it gives me more of a reason to not go tonight. I have a meeting tomorrow at my work anyways. Should get some beauty rest before I see my boss again. He is hot after all.” Y/n said with a laugh.
“Don’t tell me you are fucking your boss?” Hana asked rather seriously.
“I mean… maybe?” Zel laughed.
“Y/n…. he’s dangerous… you have to get out now.”
“He owns a club, how dangerous could he be?” Y/n asked, trying to dig information about what Hana knows about Kuroo.
“You got a point.” Hana sighed. “Fine, let’s hang out after your dick appointment.” She laughed.
“I promise it’s nothing serious. I am not looking for a relationship right now.”
“I wish you and Bokuto could have worked out.” Hana said just above a whisper. She didn’t expect Y/n to hear her but Y/n whispered back to a silent me too. “What did you say?”
“Oh I didn’t say anything.” She smiled at Hana. “Anyway babes, I gotta go. My friend and I promised we would play some games tonight. “
“Be careful, Y/n.”
It was at that moment things changed. Hana had no idea but her mother was being held at gunpoint by Inarazaki. It was at that moment her phone started to ring.
“Hello?” Hana answered the call.
“Y/n coming tonight?” Akaashi asked through the phone.
“No. She has prior engagements tomorrow.”
“I still don’t trust her…. Anyways, Bokuto is coming now so I am glad she’s not. He’s not over her no matter what he says.” Akaashi said, monotone.
“Okay. I am going to check in on Mom before I meet you. I have a bad feeling and suddenly I can’t shake.”
Y/n was sitting on the couch playing video games with Kenma and Lev when her phone began to frantically ring.
“Hey Nana, what’s going on?” Zel asked into the phone. She dropped her controller and rushed off the couch. She began frantically putting her shoes on as she rushed out the door.
“What just happened?” Lev asked Kenma. Kenma shrugged his shoulders as he picked up the remote.
Y/n sped off on her motorcycle, as Kuroo called her.
“Where the fuck are you off too in such a hurry?” He snapped through the phone.
“Hana’s mom was killed in her apartment tonight. I am going to check on my best friend.” Y/n said back.
“Fuck. Okay.” Kuroo said
Y/n pulled up to Hana’s apartment building. She buzzed Hana’s room as she began screaming at the speaker.
“Y/n.. good seeing you here.” Akaashi spoke from behind her.
She turned to meet face to face with him.
“Do you have a key?” She asked antsy.
Akaashi unlocked the door as she pushed past him up to Hana’s apartment.
Y/n ripped the door open as she ran inside to Hana crying on the couch.
“She’s dead! She’s dead, Y/n!” Y/n pulled Hana in close as she let her cry in her arms.
Y/n woke up the next morning to overhear a conversation in the kitchen.
“Well Bo, it’s only a matter of time before Hana finds everything out now.” Y/n moved herself from beside Hana and creeped up to the kitchen. “Well it’s not my fault Inarizaki is involved. The Miya’s agreed to make spares until we found out Kuroo’s location.”
Y/n let out a slight gasp putting two and two together as Akaashi turned towards the door.
“Eavesdropping doesn’t look good on you Y/n.” He said as he hung up the phone.
“Um sorry, I just wanted some water.”
“What are you hiding?” He asked her straight out.
“Akaashi! Play nice!” A sleepy hana said from behind Y/n.
“I don’t care how snowed you are, Hana, she’s lying to you.” Akaashi walked out of her apartment on the note.
“Well then…” Y/n said.
Hana and Y/n sat down at the table and began to arrange her mother’s funeral.
It wasn’t till a week later, Hana was standing at the casket crying holding onto Akaashi as Y/n sat in the back of the church.
“It’s weird seeing you here.” A monotone voice said.
Y/n turned and noticed Kenma standing there.
“What the hell are you doing here?” She asked above a whisper.
He flashed an envelope to Y/n as he walked away and up to Hana. He passed her the mysterious envelope She was opening as he looked at y/n on his way back.
“You are needed at home.” Kenma said.
Y/n stood up as she walked up to Hana who was reading the letter.
“Nana… I hate to say this but I have to go. My boss is calling me into work and I can’t afford to turn him down again.”
“It’s okay Y/n. Thanks for everything.” She said as she hugged her goodbye.
Y/n walked outside to jump in Kenma’s car.
“What’s going on?” She asked him as he began to drive away.
“Turns out your friend has connections to Fukurodani.”
“W-what?” Y/n asked.
“Her mom had some sort of protection plan with them, they failed to comply so it’s our chance now to jump. Kuroo asked for a meeting with Kotaro and his right hand man.”
“When?”
“Tomorrow at 3pm. At Eclipse.” Kenma stated.
“Fuck…. What if she doesn’t comply?”
“You don’t want to know.”
“Kenma Kozume, tell me now.” She growled
“He’s going to kill her.”
The rest of the ride was silent till they got home. Y/n ripped open the door as she marched upstairs to Kuroo’s office.
She ripped the door open as he and Yaku were in the middle of a conversation.
“What the fuck was that little show at the funneral about?” She yelled.
“Ah good you are here. Hana has already contacted me to set something up. Fukorodani is bringing three men so that means you and Yaku are mine.”
“I can't cause she doesn’t know I'm Nekoma.”
“Sounds like you have a you problem, Y/n. Now hurry off you guys. I have shit to do.”
Y/n huffed as she left the room.
That night flew by as Y/n, Kuroo and Yaku got ready the next morning.
Y/n said nothing to Kuroo as she got into the car.
“Are you going to act like a spoiled brat the whole time, or are you going to actually behave?” Kuroo asked Y/n.
“I’ll behave.” She crossed her arms over her chest and huffed. Yaku climbed into the back seat of the BMW.
They were quick to arrive at Eclipse. The three of them walked up to the door together.
“If this is a trap and we die, I'm coming back as a ghost to kill you again Kuroo.” Y/n sassily said.
Yaku laughed as they made it to the door.
Hana was on the other side. She opened the door slowly.
“Y/n? Why are you here with Nekoma?” She asked rather shaky.
“Nana, I’ll explain later.. I’m sorry.” Hana nodded her head as she led the three over to a table where three men sat already.
Y/n audibly gasped as she noticed Bokuto’s hair. Yaku bumped into her as she stopped in her tracks. He muttered something as he pushed her forward.
Kuroo slid into the booth as Y/n and Yaku followed.
Bokuto and Akaashi stared at Y/n as she looked down into her hands.
“I knew there was something odd about you.” Akaashi spat.
“What the hell is going on, Y/n?” Bokuto asked as he slammed his fist on the table.
“What the hell do you have with my underboss?” Kuroo asked.
“Is this why you turned me down?” Bokuto asked.
“Y/n is this the guy you were fucking?” Yaku spoke up.
“Can you all just shut the fuck up for one minute?” Y/n shouted. “Yes I fucked Bokuto, yes Akaashi sused me and yes I am one of the top three in Nekoma. Things are more complicated than surface level with us, Bokuto.”
“You were sleeping with Bokuto?” Kuroo asked, sounding slightly jealous.
Hana pulled up a chair and sat at the edge of the table.
“Guys we are here to discuss business, not Y/n’s sex life.”
“Thanks Nana.”
“So would you guys like to go over negotiations to be allies?”
“No.” Bokuto spat.
“No?” Yaku asked. “Why?”
“I don’t want anything to do with Nekoma anymore.”
“Bokuto! I get that you are still upset with Y/n, but let’s be rational.” Konoha said.
“We have Kurasuno on our side already.” Kuroo spoke up.
“The rising power of Miyagi?” Akaashi asked. Bokuto perked up.
“Yes. We are meeting with them and shinzen next week at a mixer here in Tokyo. Join us and you can come too.”
Bokuto looked to his left and right.
“One condition.” He said.
“And what’s that?” Kuroo asked.
“I get to speak to Y/n alone after this. If she refuses to tell me the truth and I find out she’s lying I will kill her.”
“Lovers quarrel.” Konoha laughed.
“You will not kill one of my best men over some sex scandal.” Kufroo spat
“I get that you are mad at Y/n, and trust me I kinda am too, but losing out on someone as powerful as Nekoma and Kurasuno, is stupid." Hana said.
"She's got a point, Bokuto." Akaaasi said.
"Fine. But I still need to talk to Y/n." He said.
“I’ll pass.” Y/n said casually.
“She will talk to you." Kuroo said.
"Kuroo!" Y/n raised her voice.
"It's an order." He said.
“Fine.” Y/n huffed.
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That's right. Kneel.
#HQ!!#haikyuu!!#haikyuu fanart#daisuga#daichi sawamura#daichi#sugawara koushi#sugawara#this was for the IG art raffle winner awhile ago!!!AND BOY WAS IT A TREAT TO DRAW#LOWKEY FUELING MY MAFIA AU TENDENCIES WITH THE SUIT AND TIE AND EVERYTHING PLS SJFHDJS I LOVE EM🔥🔥🔥
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A small piece part of a upcoming series 🤍.
The master list for this series and the other ones. Dynasty
warnings: children mentioned, arguing, blood, mentioned of murder, ABUSE, READER (y/n) DOES GET HIT, yelling, cussing, reader (y/n) gets backed up in a corner, both can be looked at as toxic, toxic relationships, throwing objects, mentions of past abuse
Italic + bold is past tense
Italic is present tense
11:40 PM
"Mommy, are we going to grandma's house because you're mad at daddy?" questioned your oldest child, the question making you want to cry and yell. But you weren't going to burst into tears in the presence of your kids.
"No, sweetheart, Grandma misses you both," you say, looking between your two children. You said your goodbyes to them and your grandmother, making sure they were both belted up. You made sure to Thank your grandmother for taking them this weekend on such short notice.
"Be safe," you yelled while they drove away out of the driveway. When they were out of sight, you headed to your house. "Such an idiot," you murmured as you walked back into the house.
(Clicking read more is you consenting to read dark content. You have been warned)
12:30 AM
You and him have been arguing since you returned home. "You're such a fucking idiot, why the fuck did you come home drenched in blood?" "Didn't you think the kids were awake?" From across the room, you yelled at him.
You had both made your way up to your guys' shared room. He was no longer wearing a shirt and was simply wearing black pants. "Listen, I knew the children were there, but-" "but what," you interjected. His jaw had clenched and he glared at you with those eyes that seemed to stare directly through you. But you weren't about to give up.
"Interrupt me again, and I'll throw your ass outside," he stated, anticipating you to do something, but you didn't. You wanted him to explain himself. "I realized the girls were here, but I assumed they were in bed because it was 11 p.m."
"It's Friday, so they can stay up as late as they want, you fucking idiot." "Rule 1 of the house is to make sure you don't walk in with blood all over you," you yelled at him, tossing his bloody shirt at him. He caught it before it hit him in the face.
"The first rule of the house is that you don't fucking throw shit at the person who runs the house." "The person who has gotten you everything!" He responded by yelling back. Because of the ranting and rage, both of you were breathing heavily.
"I'm so really going to get on you for throwing shit." "Remember that time you threw a fucking vase at me?" you asked, approaching him. He moved closer to you, grinning, "I only threw it because you threw a pan at me." At this point, you were both standing face to face. inches apart
"What a terrible father. "Reminds me of your father," you notice when his smirk fades and his jaw ticks again. "I'm leaving and going somewhere else," you mentioned as you turned around and proceeded to the closet. You began packing while mumbling under your breath curses, grabbing a bag and clothes to pack in.
You knew he was staring at you, those same eyes boring through you. "No, you're not," he said as he approached you. You looked up from your bag to see him close to you. "Yes I am, you bast-" you couldn't finish your statement before his hand landed on your cheek.
You fell awkwardly into your nightstand. You were holding your cheek, as you figured out how to get out of the room. He approached you, grabbed your neck, choked you, and slammed you back into the nightstand. The impact forced you to grunt.
"Remember what I said? "What did I fucking say, you bitch?" he screamed in your face, tightening his hold on your neck. "That I wasn't leaving," you said hastily. You looked about desperately to see if there was anything you could use to get him off.
"Look at me," he whispered, and you gazed up at him, tears welling up in your eyes as a result of his grip. "I will kill you if you ever look at me and tell me I'm a bad father." He paused, “No, I won't murder you. I will torture you every day until you break, and when you break, I will kill you," he said suddenly letting go.
You began coughing and struggling to catch your breath. "Same empty threats" you said before coughing again. "I know. Wanna see if I'll do it this time," he sneered. You knew he'd do it if he wanted to. No, you replied while shaking your head.
"What I thought, unpack your bag and go to bed," he remarked as he exited the bedroom, slamming the door behind him. These nights had you questioning whether the arranged marriage was worth it or if you had fallen into a trap.
#anime#fanfic#mafia au#yakuza#tw. dark content#tw.abuse#content warning#haikyuu mafia#jujutsu kaisen#tokyo revengers#attack on titan#hq x reader#haikyuu smut#jjk x reader#aot mafia#aot x you#haikyuu headcanons#jjk headcanons#mafia series#tw choking#tw slapping#tokyo rev x reader#this is depressing#this has been sitting in my drafts#hq smut#jjk smut#aot smut#tokyo rev smut#tw abuse#toxic relationship
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Haikyuu boys x you + mafia au
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-Hinata; Yamaguchi; Kogane; Nishinoya; Tendou; Takeda; Goshiki; Kenma.
-Sugawara; Hirugami; Kindaichi; Ennoshita; Lev; Komori; Daichi; Aran; Yaku; Aone; Asahi.
- Kita; Sakusa; Ushijima; Kuroo; Kageyama; Iwaizumi; Osamu; Kita; Konoha; Matsukawa; Suna; Ukai; Kyotani; bokuto.
-Hanamaki; Akaashi; Semi; Atsumu; Oikawa; Korai; Futakuchi; Tsukishima; Shirobu; kunimi.
#haikyuu!!#hq headcanons#haikyuu x you#haikyuu x y/n#hq!!#anime#mafia au#haikyuu mafia#haikyuu x reader#hinata x reader#kageyama x reader#asahi x reader#daichi x reader#sugawara x reader#nishinoya x reader#tsukishima x reader#Yamaguchi x reader#Kuroo x reader#bokuto x reader#Akaashi x reader#kenma x redaer#oikawa x reader#Ushijima x reader#tendou x reader#aone x reader#atsumu x reader#Osamu x reader#Sakusa x reader#suna x reader#kita x reader
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WIP update of my MafiaSamu !!
Posting here because I guess the Twitter algorithm hates my guts, as usual
#haikyuu#haikyuu!!#artists on tumblr#miya osamu#osamu#osamu miya#haikyū!!#miya twins#yakuza au#mafia au
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i NEED more mafia iwa au!! maybe his darling is the daughter of a rival family or smth? 🎀💝
♡ Mine ♡
(A/N: You need more mafia!Iwazumi au and I’m here to deliver it 😘😘 I hope you like this!! I actually got a very similar request for Dabi!! Also I think I’m gonna take a small break in a few days, from writing and tumblr in general and stuff 🥺🥺🥺)
Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, mafia au, mafia!Iwa, kidnapping, mentions of marriage
Summary: Iwazumi decides to keep you for himself after a while of keeping you for ransom (Yan!Iwazumi x Fem!reader)
Masterlist ➸ ♡
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Iwazumi really didn’t plan on keeping you. He had took you for ransom from your family because they owed him a lot of money. Yet in your time in his captivity, he had definitely fallen for you. How could he not fall for your soft eyes and cute smile?
Iwazumi enters the meeting place arranged, your eldest brother already there. “Well, where is she?” He says seriously, seeing that Iwazumi doesn’t have you with him. He said you would be brought back if all the money was given to him, which it was. Yet here he was empty handed.
Iwazumi wasn’t completely empty handed though, dropping the large duffel bag he had with him onto the floor. “Take your money back. I don’t want it anymore” He said calmly, your brother looking inside and sure enough all the money he had given to him was there in cash.
“Where is she?” Your brother says, his voice deadly serious. Iwazumi can only imagine that he believes you to be hurt or even dead. Iwazumi knows he would never hurt you though, you were his love now, even if you didn’t quite reciprocate those feelings just yet.
“Where she belongs” Iwazumi says, your brother grabbing him by the collar in anger. Iwazumi stays calm though, he can overpower the other man if needed and he knew your brother didn’t have any weapons on him. He smiles a bit before speaking again.
“I don’t think Y/n would appreciate her brother trying to fight her future husband” Iwazumi says, catching your brother off guard. His grip weakens a bit, allowing Iwazumi to push him off.
“What the hell are you talking about?” He says, still not seeming to understand. Or maybe he’s in denial. Iwazumi answers simply. “She is mine now. Now take your money and go” He says before leaving the alleyway and getting back into his large black car.
He leaves your brother standing there still slightly confused. You were at home waiting for Iwazumi, or at least at home. He’s not sure if you’re at the point to be waiting for him, but you were at home.
Iwazumi takes one last look through the rear view mirror at your brother one last time. It’s safe to say, he won’t be invited to your wedding.
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Thank you for reading, darling!!
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Take Me to Church
A BoKuro Mafia AU
CW/TW: bondage, mentions of violence, a smidge of attempted murder, a *small* kidnapping, a hint of dubcon, some oral fun and smoking.
My knees ached. No, everything ached. Where am I? My eyelids felt like they weighed a 100 pounds as I tried to open them. I tried to recall what happened, but it felt like my thoughts were slogging through mud and just wouldn’t connect. There was only one dim light in the room, but it stabbed at my eyes like a million-watt bulb. I couldn’t see much, but what I could make out didn’t make sense. I was kneeling on a tatami mat; in a place I didn’t recognize. I tried to move but instead only felt the raw burning of rope biting into my skin around my thighs, my hips, wrists, chest, neck, everywhere, it felt like.
I looked down at myself. Bright red rope snaked around my thighs and calves, up between my legs, caging my body up into a collar at my neck and down around my wrists which were secured behind my back. I was also stark fucking naked. What the fuck is going on? My head was still swimming in a fog as I scanned the room looking for any indication of where I was or why I was tied up and naked.
“It’s about time you woke up. I’ve been waiting forever.” A man’s voice came from the darkness to my left. It was soft, but there was vicious edge to it. I know that voice. Shit. There was a shuffle of fabric, followed by slow, heavy footsteps that had me squirming, ignoring the sting of the rope as it tightened with every movement. I needed to get away before this psycho got to me. I tried to ignore the way it squeezed certain places; the conflicting sensations of pain and fear with unexpected pleasure were overloading my still hazy mind.
A figure stepped into the circle of light and squatted down next to me. The smell of his cologne bringing everything back into sharp focus in my mind, like someone had suddenly dumped cold water over me. My body reacted to the scent before my mind could catch up a moment later. A hint of wood smoke and whiskey trailed behind his cologne and the combination had me swallowing thickly. “I thought you quit smoking those stupid cigars, Bokuto.” I managed to force out, my voice hoarse and gruff.
“Well, you know I love a good Cuban after a victory.” He purred next to my ear. I couldn’t stop the wave of goosebumps the proximity of his voice and the heat of his breath on my neck sent crashing over my body. He stroked my cheek with the back of massive hand before whispering his lips over the shell of my ear, sending a shiver radiating down my spine. “Call me by my name, Tetsurou.” He breathed languidly, my cock filling out rapidly as I gritted my teeth against the sensation.
I tried to jerk my head away, but the rope bit into me, drawing a hiss from my lips and keeping me in too-close contact with the psycho in the suit next to me. Bokuto Koutarou; eldest son of the Bokuto clan, one of the Five Families. Childhood friend of one Kuroo Tetsurou, me, the only son of the Kuroo clan, another of the Five Families. That is, until the assassination of the Ushijima clan’s heir, sent the Families into a civil war. He and I were close once, and my heart ached at the memories that cued up in my mind. Young emotions, trampled under familial duty and forgotten over the years of manipulations and warring factions, all flooded back.
I hadn’t seen him since my father ordered the hit on him and his family three years prior. I still had the scar above my eye from where he bashed my head in, almost besting me for good that day. He was stronger than I was, always had been, but I was quicker and just barely managed to escape with my life back then. This time though, I was at his mercy. There was no escaping these ropes.
He stood up, slowly stepping in front of me, unbuttoning his shirt sleeves and rolling up the cuffs, his irezumi peeking out as it wrapped around his massive forearms. I remembered when he first got his ink; how the owl in flight that spanned the width of his broad shoulders was one of the most beautiful works of art I’d ever seen. The pang of longing in my chest made me sneer in response to the thought. As he bent down in front of me, I tried to avoid his bright golden gaze, hoping he couldn’t see the weakness I still had for him.
“Look at me, Testu.” Bo said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. My eyes flicked to his mouth before I could avert them again. He laughed softly under his breath, the sound almost like the purr of a cat, went straight to my already half-hard dick, making it twitch involuntarily. God dammit. I tried to pull my knees together to give myself some sort of cover, but the ropes pulled so tight, it felt like my whole body was in a vice. “Christ Bo, what the fuck kind of knots did you tie?” I choked out as he continued to stare at me with that piercing gaze of his.
I tried to hold still, knowing if I moved any more, I’d probably strangle myself. Bo loosened his tie, popping the top button of his shirt open with a sigh. I hated myself for the visceral reaction my body had to watching him do these simple things. He leaned forward on his knees reaching a huge hand up to the scar above my eye. “It’s a shame that scarred, though it does lend a certain ruggedness to that face of yours.” He purred and I’d be lying if I said the feel of his touch on my skin didn’t make me want to melt into him. “You almost put me down that day, you know.” He continued and suddenly he wasn’t the rival I was sent to kill, but my oldest friend again.
“Bo I-“ I started, my voice cracking under the pressure from the rope. “What did I tell you to call me?” He interrupted and I looked up at him, a little confused. I couldn’t tell if he was toying with me or pleading with me to be the kids we once were again. His gaze was hypnotic and I couldn’t stop myself from falling into those golden eyes, just like I had as a kid. “Kou…” I whispered, transfixed by his stare. The corners of his mouth twitched up for just a moment before he crashed against my lips.
His kiss was hot and bruising and everything I’d ever fantasized about. His tongue split the seam of my lips and swiped hungrily into my mouth, swallowing the groan that escaped me at the feel of him. His hands cupped my cheeks as his fervent kiss enveloped me, body and soul. I’d wanted this for years. I purposely ignored the tiny nagging in the back of my brain wondering why this was happening now to focus on just how soft his lips really were. An eternity of bliss later, he pulled away with a gasp, pressing his forehead to mine. His hands roamed down my neck to my chest where he wrapped his fingers between the rope and my skin, gripping it painfully tight.
“I was supposed to kill you tonight, you know.” He whispered; his tone softer than before. “But just like you couldn’t do it three years ago, I can’t do it now.” I pulled back to look at him. He knew. He knew I couldn’t go through with it back then. I sighed and slumped as much as the rope would allow. “You knew all this time then?” I asked quietly. He put a finger under my chin tipping it back up to his line of sight. “That you lost that fight on purpose or that you were in love with me?” he asked with just the slightest hint of a smile. I could feel my eyes widen at the words, but before I could reply, he was closing the distance between us. “I’ve always known.” He breathed against my lips before kissing me deeply again.
I lost all semblance of thought as his mouth trailed kisses down across my jaw, down my neck, nipping at my collarbone as his hands slipped up my thighs, fingers gripping my hips in a bruising hold, betraying his own need. His touch was like fire on my skin, leaving every nerve exploding in its wake. A shuddering moan slipped from my lips and his grip tightened as he groaned into the skin of my shoulder. “Untie me, Kou. I want to touch you. Please.” I begged, giving up on all pretense. I felt him shake his head slowly against my skin and a thought crossed my mind; did he feel the same or was this all a sadistic game?
He leaned back to look at me, just as the thought cleaved its way through the heady lust that had pulsed through me a moment before. “I finally have you to myself. I’ve waited for this day since we were teenagers, Tetsu. I knew that was your father’s doing back then and while I’m sure they’re hunting for you as we speak, they’ll never find you here. You’re mine for now.” I watched him pull his tie completely off and rip open his shirt, buttons popping off, landing with soft plips on the mat.
He'd become even stronger, more defined since I last saw him without a shirt. His tattoos gracefully covering a chiseled chest, a large scar crossed his tanned abs and without thinking I tried to lean forward to kiss it. The rope bit into my neck and chest and I whined in spite of myself at the lack of connection. His fingers traced the length of the scar. “Is it stupid that I miss you every time I see this in the mirror?” Bo said quietly and I couldn’t help the smile that came across my lips. “So, you think about me a lot do ya?” I said, cocky tone matching my smirk.
He leaned forward, trailing a long finger down my chest to the knot of rope that sat just above my now dripping cock and I gritted my teeth to keep from begging out loud for him to go further. His lips brushed my ear, his hot breath sending waves of want across every inch of my exposed body. “All the time.” He purred and my hips twitched up reflexively. His fingers slowly moved below the knot, teasingly playing with my pubic hair and the need for him to touch me surrounded me tighter than the ropes that held me in place.
He began slowly kissing down my body. “Tonight’s (kiss) my one (kiss) chance (kiss) to have you (kiss) and if (kiss) you’ll let me (kiss) I’ll have you (kiss) seeing God (kiss).” His words punctuated with white-hot kisses had me trembling by the time he got to my thighs. My jaw ached as I tried with all I could to keep from begging him to touch me. My breath caught in my throat as I felt the lightest trace of his fingers run up the length of my aching cock, slowly swirling around the tip, teasing me in the worst and most delightful way. “So, Tetsu, can I?” he asked, his voice heavy with want. I looked down at him. The sight of those eyes staring up at me, lustful and needy almost made me burst on sight.
“Take me to church, Koutarou.” I exhaled, not caring how desperate I sounded. All the air punched from me as he swallowed me to the hilt, wrapping me in tight, wet, heat. I’d never felt anything so incredible in my life. As he worked me in all the divinest of ways, I slipped away into the gospel of Bokuto Koutarou.
#fanfic#fanfiction#bokuroo#hq smut#haikyuu#bokuto koutarou#kuroo tetsurou#mafia au#childhood friends#secret love#desire#please be gentle this is my first fic on here
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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.”
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