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mx-ishikawa · 3 years

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Like a fire in My Blood

(so uhhh obligatory Lupin self-insert fic!! this is a li’l backstory of how my S/I got involved with the squad that I’ve been working on for the past couple weeks, lmao. warnings for guns, canon-typical violence, and lots of swearing- y’all know me by now XD” enjoy!)

Tied up to a chair in an abandoned warehouse surrounded by gun-toting mobsters was not planned for my Saturday night. Then again, normalcy wasn’t very present in my life anymore.

“Now you’re gonna tell me one more time, sweetheart, where is that treasure?” the squatty man who I assumed was the leader growled, pointing the gun at my face. What the fuck.

“First of all, I am not as sweet as you think I am,” I spat- how the hell was I so snarky staring straight into the barrel of death itself??- “and second of all, I really have no idea what the fuck you’re talking about so quit insisting I do and let me go!” Surprisingly, he lowered the gun.

“You’re a terrible liar, my dear,” he snarled, going over to where my jacket that had been forcibly removed from my person for some reason was hung.

“Buddy, I was raised by an overprotective controlling helicopter mother, I may as well be a professional liar,” I retorted.

“Well then how the hell do you explain this?!”

I gasped as he pulled out the bright, shimmering green stone from my jacket pocket. FUCK.

“Oh THAT! Jesus Christ, I completely forgot I had that, goddamn!”

“Yeah, sure you did.”

“No, I’m dead serious, I actually forgot about that! Literally, if I had remembered that I would’a told you straight-up because that shit is not worth my life!”

“Well then, care to explain now?”

“Yeah okay so it’s like- I went down State Street, past the Cultural Center, then I kinda went through Millenium Park until I got to the Art Institute, then I took a left and once I got past Lakeshore Drive I hopped over to the left again and- that cluster of trees at the park entrance? It’s literally right there in the middle of them, hidden practically in plain sight! I was just trying to find some worms for composting and I find a shit-ton of emeralds instead, how crazy is that?” I laughed breathlessly.

It wasn’t a joke, no, every word I spoke was true. I was so shocked upon finding the stash of emeralds right there in the middle of Chicago that I immediately covered it back up and ran off-- but not before nicking one, if only as proof that the whole thing hadn’t been a weird fever dream. And possibly for future bragging rights, but other than that, material things like rare precious jewels meant nothing to me. The fact that these happened to be in my favorite color was just a cool bonus.

“Thank you for your cooperation,” the fat man sneered, huffing away at his fat cigar. “I’ll be taking this and the rest of the emeralds now.”

“Go ahead, I don’t need it or any of the others.” I would have waved my hand dismissively had it not been tied behind my back.

“I don’t understand though… what kind of woman would give up such riches so easily?”

I tried not to gag. I don’t mind being called a woman, but not with that kind of sexist implication. “Not the kind of woman you’re thinking of, that’s for goddamn sure.”

“Ah well. None of that matters in the end.” He paused to snap his fingers, and two of his biggest men approached with their guns. “Finish her off.”

“Whoa wait WHAT?! Why do you wanna kill me, I fuckin’ TOLD you where the emeralds are-?!”

“And I appreciate that, it’s just that I can’t have any witnesses, you know? It’s only business.” he gave a wicked sneer. The men cocked their guns.

“Fuck you and your business, I won’t tell anyone, I swear! You saw how honest I was, come on, please, I-!”

I screamed and screwed my eyes shut as a shot rang out. I braced myself for the worst. But it never came.

I finally opened my eyes when I heard a “what the hell?!” from among the mobsters. I gasped as I saw another, new person standing protectively in front of me. Someone who appeared to be wearing traditional Japanese attire, with long black hair and an even longer sword. Who was this person and what the hell happened?!

“FIRE!!” the leader yelled. In an instant, the stranger leaped up into the air and lifted their sword, twirling it around effortlessly as shots were fired at them. What were they do-

My thoughts were brought to a screeching halt as a bullet landed next to me. No, it was only half of a bullet. My eyes widened, looking back up at the stranger with the sword. No fucking way.

From that second, my eyes were transfixed on them. I watched them in shock as they sliced literal bullets clean in half with ease. When some of the men ran off, the stranger leapt forward with a low grunt and slashed their sword through the men’s guns. They gasped in shock and fright as their weapons broke clean in half seconds later. There seemed to be thousands of mobsters in this warehouse, but the sword-wielding stranger took everyone down with ease. Even when their sword was suddenly shot out of their hands, they nimbly avoided impact and took the mobsters down with what appeared to be heavily-practiced martial arts moves.

Now I’d seen my fair share of bloody fights since mingling with the underground scene in Chicago. Hell, even back in my tiny hometown I’d seen some shit. But never had I seen someone fight so gracefully. Every move they made was so smooth and poised that if I didn’t know any better I’d have thought they were dancing. They caught sight of their sword from across the room and leapt out of the fight to snatch it back. Every move they made with that thing was quick and clean-cut, deliberate and precise, effortlessly slashing anything that came their way. When seemingly every gun was destroyed or emptied of bullets, only a few brave unarmed mobsters remained, but with a few fluid flicks of the swordfighter’s wrist, all of their clothes were slashed off save for their boxers and tighty whities. Not exactly a sight for sore eyes, but it was enough to make even the leader of the mob run away screaming for their lives.

“Haha, take that ya old geezer!” someone yelled. I gasped and finally diverted my attention from the swordsman to find two more people were in the warehouse, someone with a red jacket and another with a black one. When the hell did they get here??

In that brief moment when I looked away, the graceful warrior had come behind where I was sitting, and before I could plead for them not to kill me, I was freed from the ropes that bound me. I pulled my arms forward and breathed heavily, trying to process what the FUCK just happened when a voice behind me spoke.

“Are you alright?”

Their voice was deep and strong, yet held no tone of aggression or danger. I turned to look at my savior and gasped. It was a handsome- no, beautiful- man. He was tall and slender, standing strong and proud. His pale skin glistened with a thin coating of sweat from all that movement, and I couldn’t help but notice that he wore his shirt in a way that exposed most of his chest. His hands were large and strong, but with long, nimble fingers. He had a narrow face and elegant features. High cheekbones, a defined jawline, a light rosy dusting on his cheeks, and intense, dark eyes. He looked to be stoic and serious, and if he hadn’t just saved my life I might have been intimidated by him.

“I… wow~... I mean! I’m… safe, thanks to you.”

“And us, too!” a voice from earlier retorted. I whipped my head around, it was the man in the red jacket. “It was a team effort, wasn’t just him ya know.”

“Jeez Lupin, give her a break,” the man in black said, “you weren’t the first one to make sure she wasn’t dead!”

“Well I think I deserve some credit too, Jigen!” the man in red- Lupin- whined.

“I uhh… well thank you everyone but… I didn’t actually see what you two did.

“What?!” Lupin gasped.

“Sorryyy! I just...” I turned back to the handsome swordsman, “you were the first one I saw show up so I guess I just kinda… focused on ya.”

The man called Jigen chuckled. “Hey Goemon, looks like you got an admirer!”

“Hey!” I felt my face heat up. “I just-!” I bashfully looked again to the swordsman- Goemon.

“Goemon… thank you, and your friends, for sa-” I cut myself off as realization clicked in my brain. “Wait a second…” Lupin. Jigen. Goemon. I’ve heard those names together before. “Wait just a minute, I know who you guys are!” Lupin let out a monkey-ish giggle.

“Took ya long enough to recognize me! No surprise though, I am pretty infamous~”

“So it’s safe to assume you’re after the same treasure those mobsters were, right?”

“Bingo,” Jigen said, tipping his hat ever so slightly.

“So, if you guys wanted to get there first… why did you save me?”

“Because unlike them, we do not want harm to come to innocent people,” Goemon nobly spoke. God, something about his voice… clear as a bell, soothing, and undeniably sexy. But his words put me at ease.

“Oh thank god… so, since you saved my life and all that, how ‘bout I make your lives easier by leading you to the emeralds?”

“Sounds good to me,” Jigen said, and the others agreed. They casually strolled out of the warehouse as if they hadn’t just fought off mobsters in that very space, off to their car parked in front. Lupin took the driver’s seat while Jigen got in the passenger side, leaving Goemon and me to sit in the back together.

“So,” Goemon spoke once we got moving. Was it just me or did his cheeks get pinker? “What is your name?”

I froze. Shit.

“Uhh… I… I kinda have a beef with my real name, but uh, you can just call me Light.”

“Light, huh?” Lupin piped up from the front. “Where’d ya get that alias from?”

“It’s a long story,” I chuckled.

Goemon shifted in his seat. “I like it.” Cue me blushing again.

“Y-you do?? I mean, thanks…” I scratched the back of my neck. His only response was a nod as he crossed his arms in front of his broad chest.

He was quiet for the rest of the ride, Lupin and Jigen making most of the conversation as I pointed out where to go. But I couldn’t stop looking over at Goemon. He looked so calm, so picturesque. I admired the way the wind wafted through his long locks and how his thick lashes rested against his rosy cheeks. And sometimes, when I glanced over at him, I found him looking right back at me. Like he wanted to say something to me, but didn’t. Something in his eyes made him look so soft. When I first looked at him, those eyes stared right through my soul and meant business, but now there was something much more tender behind them. Almost like… puppy eyes. I felt myself swallow thickly.

My thoughts were brought to a halt when Lupin parked the car on the side of the street. All we had to do was cross Lakeshore Drive and we were on our way to the treasure. Thankfully it was dark out and we’d be less noticed.

“Thank god there’s a bridge here,” Jigen said, puffing at his cigarette. “Because I am not crossing that son of a bitch.”

“Yeah my mom and I made that mistake the first time I was here, we were standing there waiting to get across for ages.”

“Wait, I thought you lived here?” Lupin inquired as we made our way across.

“I do now,” I clarified. “Didn’t always though. For most of my life I lived in this shitty small town about an hour and a half away from here. I’d visited here about six times, so naturally this was my first choice when I finally got the chance to get the fuck outta there. Haven’t been here for very long though, only like what, a couple months maybe?”

“So you were a small-town gal, eh?” Jigen exhaled another breath of smoke. I grimaced.

“Yeah, and I hated it.”

Once we got across the drive and to the site of the emeralds, Lupin started asking more questions.

“So Light, if you were the first person to find this treasure, how come you only took one and not the whole stash? Was it a strategic thing or-”

“Well actually, I found this shit completely by accident, so leaving all but one here was mostly out of shock. That, and I never really cared much for material shit.” Jigen sighed from next to me as he dug.

“Finally, a woman who doesn’t.”

My brows furrowed together. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“Hey, if you’re talking about Fujiko again, you’d better can it!”

“Wait, who’s Fujiko??”

“A female affiliate of Lupin’s,” Goemon answered.

“A very unfaithful one at that,” Jigen scowled, “she’s not above stabbing us in the backs to get the loot we earned for herself.”

“Oh come on guys, she doesn’t always betray us!” Lupin whined.

“Makin’ excuses for your girlfriend again,” Jigen grumbled. I dared not make any further comment on this Fujiko thing; seemed like a personal problem. Once we finally uncovered the jewels, I helped load them into a large sack.

“Even if you do not care for material items such as these, it is only fair that you are given a share of them,” Goemon spoke.

“Yeah, we’ll split ‘em up evenly between the four of us!” Lupin smiled.

“Awww~. You know…” I began, “for a group of rag-tag thieves, you guys are pretty nice. Nicer than half the law-abiding citizens I’ve met in my lifetime.”

“Well, you know, it’s all in a day’s work!” Lupin chirped, before his voice suddenly dipped a bit lower. “And you know, you and I could work well together in other areas~”

Goemon bopped Lupin’s head with the hilt of his sword before I could think of a response. Did Lupin just flirt with me??

“Jesus Christ, Lupin, get ahold’a yourself,” Jigen scolded.

I wasn’t sure how to respond so I kept quiet until we were finished with our work, and almost immediately someone caught us.

“HOLD IT RIGHT THERE LUPIN, YER UNDER ARREST!!” a loud, booming voice yelled. I looked over and saw a tall, stocky man who appeared to be dressed like a detective from the 1940s with a slew of police behind him.

“Oh shit, the feds!” I gasped as we took off.

“Sorry Pops, I got places to go!” Lupin snickered. We sprinted through the park- god I always hated running- until we got to a dock. The man known as “Pops” was hot on our trail, but the guys hopped into a boat and managed to start it up. I was the last to hop into the boat- but I tripped and dropped my bag of emeralds, which thankfully landed inside the boat with a clattering. I braced myself for an awkward landing but a pair of strong arms caught me. And just like that, the boat sped off so quickly that I had to brace myself against whoever was holding me. I heard “Pops” yelling in the distance, but my brain turned it into white noise when I looked up and saw that once again Goemon was my rescuer- and my hand was directly on his chest. My face flamed up like gasoline.

“Gwaaah!! Uhh-” I gasped as I embarrassedly scurried out of his grasp. “Thank you, sorry-!” I brushed my bangs out of my face, a nervous habit.

“Why are you apologizing?” Goemon asked. “There is nothing to be sorry for.”

“Yeah, you helped us get to the treasure!” Lupin said from the steering wheel.

“If anything, we should be the sorry ones because now you’re stuck with us and your home is back there,” Jigen chuckled.

“Eh, home is where the heart is,” I said. “And my heart always wants to travel but never gets to.”

“Ah, a free spirit, I see how it is,” Lupin giggled.

“Lord I was born a ramblin’ man~” Jigen softly sang, lighting a cigarette.

“Yeah… I hate staying in one place for too long. Unfortunately for me, I’ve only ever lived in two places my entire life, and we’re rowin’ this boat away from one of them. But hey, this was my first time being personally caught doing something illegal so I’ve been perfectly prepared to just abandon ship and take off at any time.”

“Wait, does this imply you were planning on this? I thought you said you found these gems by accident!” Lupin gasped. I had to laugh.

“Nono, I did! But that doesn’t mean I’m innocent~.”

“So what the hell is it you do?” Jigen asked.

“I’ve been involved in undercover transport of goods, it’s what I do for a living. And before you ask because I know you will, yes, some of those goods are drugs, but not all of it. Sometimes we assist in the trading of riches like these emeralds, and sometimes we get food and water or money for bills to those in need when their so-called government aid won’t. Yeah sure it’s illegal, but it ain’t a bad gig.”

“My ancestors would greatly honor the work you do,” Goemon calmly spoke. The compliment caught me off guard, but when I looked at him I could tell he was sincere.

“Aww shucks, it’s nothing,” I chuffed, scratching the mack of my neck.

“Please tell me your organization is named “The Robin Hood Project” or something like that,” Lupin laughed.

“Actually, we have no name to our services,” I clarified. “Gotta stay discreet.”

“A wise decision,” Goemon said.

“Sorry if we just got you out of a job,” Lupin apologized.

“Naw, this ain’t like no 9-5 gig, it pretty much runs on a ‘come whenever you’re available’ basis, they’ll understand if I’m away… might be surprised once they find out I got wrapped up with Lupin the Third, haha.”

“That’s my name, please wear it out!” the aforementioned thief giggled.

There was a brief moment of quiet before Goemon spoke once again, turning to me. “If you wish to go wherever the wind takes you, then it seems the wind is blowing in your favor tonight,” he nobly said.

“Sorry about him, he likes to get all prophetical and speak in metaphors and shit,” Jigen said.

“No I understand what he’s saying,” I said to Jigen, but I was looking more at Goemon. Was it just me or did he have a small smile on his face? I returned him a smile just in case. “Thanks again for, y’know saving me and everything. Thanks to everyone but… especially you.”

“Yep, she’s your admirer alright,” Lupin laughed.

“Shush up!!” Goemon and I somehow said in unison, before we exchanged shocked glances with each other.

“Jinx! You owe me a Coke!” I yelled excitedly.

“Uhhh…” Goemon averted his gaze and his eyes darted all over, looking confused. It was strange, seeing the man that took down an entire armed mob with nothing but a katana and his own fleetness look so innocent, but that only added to his charms. Oh no, he was way too cute.

“You don’t actually owe her a Coke man, it’s just a thing people say,” Jigen chuckled. Goemon sat forward and crossed his arms, looking slightly embarrassed.

“American expressions of speech remain a mystery to me,” he grumbled, cheeks flushing a deeper rosy pink. Yup, he’s way too adorable. My heart fluttered just looking at him. I was doomed. I was so doo-

“LUPIN YOU LITTLE WEASEL!! STOP THAT BOAT RIGHT NOW, YER UNDER ARREST!!!”

“That same guy again?!” I gasped as a blinding spotlight was cast on us from what I assumed was a police boat.

“Pops, you’re relentless!” Lupin yelled from the front of the boat.

“Sorry, we got places to go and shit to steal!” Jigen chuckled before promptly shooting out the spotlight. This time Goemon deliberately held me flush against him as we sped away from “Pops” for the second time and into the night.

#my writing #self ship #lupin iii #self insert #goemon ishikawa xiii #self shipping #self insert fic #self shipping community #arsene lupin iii #daisuke jigen #Pops appears but only briefly lmao #self ship fic #s/i fic #f/o: Goemon #pf/o: Lupin #pf/o: Jigen #just when I needed to be lucky

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adelheidvonschicksal · 5 years

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Yours | Vampire!Todoroki x F!Reader

um... can you do an AU story of Yandere!Vampire!Todoroki x Villager!Reader? Like he stalks her every night till he get enough and take her? Rape is fine xD.

Once again, NSFW! Happy Birthday, Best Boy!

Warnings: Hypnotism, Rape/Noncon

Notes: I am still going to write the second part for Aizawa “Unrequited” story. I’m still just a little backed up on my current to-do list, but I have the request saved! I know it’s been awhile though since it was asked for. Sorry :(

“Je t'adore. M'apprécies-tu?” - I adore you. Do you care for me?

“Est-ce que tu m'aimes?” - Do you love me?

“Je t'aime.” - I love you.

To Todoroki, you were so different from the other humans in your small French village. You were an enigma who walked calmly after dark to deliver goods, who confidently worked your own land without needing to be married, and who rejected the mostly wrong superstitious jargon of your fellow humans. It was so beautiful to see such a human unafraid of the things that go bump in the night — things like him that follows the innocent in the dark.

You finish your last delivery early, but the sun is already set with the coming of winter where the days get shorter and the nights get longer for the devil’s children to cause trouble. “Be careful on your way home” and “you shouldn’t be out when it’s so late” were common phrases you heard along with “strange child” and “silly girl”. You had never believed them until the night you saw a strange man standing at the edge of the village during the dusk of the day where the sun had gone down enough for shadows to finally take over the land. A chill goes down your spine when you lock eyes with that sharp gaze.

He was handsome. Much more than many of the men in the village. Finely dressed in all black with pure skin and neatly split hair. He probably hasn’t seen a day of work in his life. Though, you weren’t the only one who held these thoughts.

To him, you worked too much and toiled too often especially for such an attractive woman. You’d look much better in the castle as his precious item. Someone for him to hold and feel the heat he’s never had radiate from their skin, to listen to the beat of your heart ever steady grow wild with his attention, to see the delicate crimson pouring from your neck, free and for the taking. You didn’t belong with the humans any more than he did. They didn’t understand you like he did.

“Excuse me, are you lost?” your voice calls out to him, so strong and bold. That’s a foolish action for you to take. Though, you still keep your distance, a smarter decision. You wouldn’t need to keep your distance from him for long. You’d love him. He knew you would. You just didn’t know it yet but you were his soulmate, as you humans say. He, however, already loved you after the months you’ve spent together. It was bordering on two years now that he’s followed, watched, and protected you from any other animals roaming the village at night along with any man that dared to get close to his belonging. To humans, that was a long time to be in love but barely a blink of an eye to the immortal, and he had many more years to give. This time, he needed you to be aware of it too.

“Yes,” he answers softly, “I am lost. Would you help me find a place to stay?”

You nod and point to the direction of the square. “The mayor has spare rooms in the town hall. I’m sure he’d allow you to stay there if you need shelter for the night.”

“Would it be too much trouble to ask for your guidance there?” he questions, and the better part of you tells you to be wary as you point towards the center again with a more stern voice.

“I’m sorry, but I’m very busy. Just follow the road straight down. It’s the biggest building with a large sign. You won’t miss it,” you say, and he nods. Satisfied, you assume he got the idea and turn to continue down the road only to turn into the body of the person you were talking to less than five seconds ago.

“What—“ you barely have a chance to register your shock before he pinches your chin to bring your gaze align with his own. Then, you see just how demonic he looks with cold skin like death, different color hair you can finally see in this slim light, and two different color eyes that you can't help but peer into to.

“Don’t be afraid, ma chérie. I merely want to express my gratitude,” he whispers, and then there’s a red glow to his eyes that has your mind swirling and your own irises turning a vibrant shade of red in turn.

It’s only blank after that.

When you next awake, you’re laying on top of a red antique recamier. You cough with the dust that fills your lungs upon your first gasp. The walls around you are grey stone with cobwebs hanging around the edges, the building dilapidates despite the small efforts that appear to try to keep a structure way past its prime clean, and the hall leading to the room echoes forebodingly with the steps of another person. Your heart jumps with each step, and you quickly stand from your couch to move towards the only door in the room for any chance of escape before he closed—you gulp—in.

“You’re awake.” The small smile he gives strikes fear rather than comfort as you back away from the man. “Why are you so tense, (Name)?” Todoroki questions as if he hadn’t just whisked you off the streets earlier that night and brought you to this creepy castle of shallow light and floating dust. It’s almost beautiful when he gets closer, letting the open window catch him with the soft lighting of moonlight that reflects off from white hair. It’s then that you can see the fangs prickling at his bottom lip, and your entire body goes cold with the knowledge of everything you thought once was a lie being true. “You look pale. You should sit.”

“I—how do you know my name?” you question and try to find as much of light you can from the windows, but it doesn’t do much when it’s so faint and not from the sun. You walk around the room as he attempts to get closer, stumbling over furniture and cautiously rearranging small tables in front of yourself for the comfort of any type of obstacle between you and him.

“I’ve known your name for months now,” he explains, “Oh, I should introduce myself, shouldn’t I? I’m Todoroki Shouto. The owner of this castle.”

“Owner? You mean the creepy castle in the woods?” you reply.

“Well, my mother owned it before the villagers killed her long ago,” he explains, getting ever closer. “...Humans are so afraid of what they don’t understand, but you don’t have fear.”

How very wrong he was, because you had only fear right now.

“Then, what do you want from me? I didn’t kill her, I didn’t even know vampires existed,” you attempt to reason.

“It gets lonely here for years. Hundreds go by without a word, without acceptance,” he explains, a soft hint of sadness to his voice that would’ve made you pity him if not for the situation.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” you sympathize, trying to get a little on his good side in hopes he’d let you keep your life. "Some people can be overly cruel."

“So kind,” he mutters thoughtfully. “You’re wasted on the human world. I brought you here to stay and be my belonging.”

“Your belonging?” You repeat, sweating with the realization that he backed you into a corner of the room.

Cold is all you recognize when he touches you. It was almost human with the longing he holds you with, but dead and cold. You’re held to his chest, his breathing audible from this distance, and his gaze soft. “Yes. You’d be my property,” he tells you as he slides the back of his hand along your neck. He admires the stretch and curve of the area, the perfectly pulled vein against your skin. “I’d care for you, and you’d care for me. You’d be able to enjoy an extended life with me as well. We wouldn't have to feel lonely or judged together.”

“I would be a vampire?”

“No, but I could change you if you’d like all you need is a drink of my blood,” he offers, and you shiver when his thumb traces your plump lips and slowly presses between them to poke over your own canines as if he could let you slice his skin just that moment. “Personally, I prefer you being human, it suits you somehow to overcome the disadvantage of being such a fragile creature,” he smirks amused, and you shiver when he brings his mouth to your neck and sharp fangs graze over your pulse while cold hands glide around your back.

You push away. “I’m not your belonging or some toy for you, devil!”

The sting from your rejection is clear on his face. Suddenly, you realize what you said, and your fear returns when Todoroki grimaces slightly before sighing. “I was afraid of this. I wanted you to agree for yourself but I can no longer wait for that,” he argues and the same swirling of crimson returns to his eyes that has your mind blanking and your resistance slowly dropping as you attempt to muster the strength to look away. “You will listen to me, pet.”

Then, he stops when that clouded look overtakes your features and you’re standing like nothing more than a blank puppet needing him to pull your strings.

“(Name),” he calls to make sure you’re completely hypnotized.

“Master,” you whisper softly.

Todoroki smirks triumphantly. “Come be a good girl and sit with me,” he commands and leads you to sit back down on the recamier. You obey and sit next to him. Your body is immediately his again to hold as he lets the feeling of you resonate with his whole being. As he thought, you did radiate life and color.

“(Name), are you mine?” he questions and decides to take the taste of your lips for the first time. You kiss him back with an equal force to match his own. Your arms embrace him as he pushes you down, and it’s the first touch in centuries that makes him feel high. “Mon trésor, answer me.”

“Yes, I am yours,” you dreamily state while delicate sighs escape your kissable lips. You were so beautiful this way, he decides, and pets your head like you’re a precious doll that could break at any wrong touch. The last thing he wanted to do was cause pain and knock you out your trance.

“You will be my belonging and be with me forever,” he asks, and he is melting in pure delight at your next word.

“Forever,” you repeat as he goes to kiss your neck. He nips you bit by bit, pressing his fangs down into your skin, but never enough to truly leave a mark until he’s ready to puncture into your sweet flesh. Todoroki traces every inch of your body, unable to get enough of what he dreamed of for so long — the softness of your breasts yielding in his touch, your pliable lips hot and slick against his own, the length of your curved legs leading up to your center.

“Beautiful,” is all he can repeat with the stripping of your clothes. Each article he pulls off slow like unwrapping a gift. Each inch of feminine curves presented to him making him sigh with want and relief that he finally had you. “Je t'adore. M'apprécies-tu?”

“I care for you, yes, with all my heart,” you answer and are rewarded with another hungry kiss at your lips. You whimper weakly with the attention he offers you. You're numb but can tell that something is building with the possessive caresses he places on your body, along your curves which he needfully squeezes and massages. Your lips are red from his brash kisses, and he finds himself drawn back to nip and kiss you again. Your leg slides along the back of his own and you lightly massage his head. Your cozy strokes makes something light in him. Something almost alive, or as close as he could get. Todoroki always knew you would be the only one to grant him that feeling. He loved you so much. His fragile human.

“Est-ce que tu m'aimes?”

Another kiss.

“Je t'aime," you gasp when he touches and strokes your soak folds. You open up to him desperately with the patient strokes, cool against your heat. He's never felt heat like this when he pumps his slender fingers into your yearning core. "Master, please, je veux être avec toi. Je ne peux pas vivre sans toi."

“If you really want to be with me, then beg for me, my pet,” he orders, letting his eyes glow red again to seal you into a deeper hypnosis. “Tell me you want me to make you mines.”

“I’m yours for the taking,” you airily comply, “my soul, my body, and my heart belongs to only you.”

Todoroki smiles before taking you, fully and whole. He marvels at the twitch of your face and strain of your slick walls tight around him. “You’re so perfect,” he praises. He knew he made the right choice choosing you.

“Master,” you purr and hold onto to him. He inhales your scent, the musk and the sweet smell of your sex fueling him.

Todoroki can barely wait for your discomfort to subside before pulling out and thrusting back into you. You moan and wrap around him so needfully. Todoroki knew all along that you needed him. Now, you’re showing it as you arch into his powerful thrusts. He cups your bouncing breasts and kisses your neck again, and you crane readily for him, without any fight just how he wants.

Your body is so truthful where your mind is not. You keep tightening around him. More cum leaks down his cock with each buck until you accept him easily and hugs his cock like you didn’t want him to pull away. “Will you become my belonging?”

“Yes.”

That’s all he needed before sinking his teeth into your neck and reveling in the rich taste of your blood. In his mind, your essence is the sweetest he's ever tasted, addicting. It flowed fast and strong due to the erratic beating of your heart and overflowed in his mouth as if you wanted him to have all of it. He wouldn't take too much, nothing that would kill his new lover. But, you don't accept this new role. You cry and spasm around him, his hold on you finally breaking and the world comes back with a searing pain in your neck. You pant, dizzy at what’s going on with undeniable pleasure shaking through your body. You realize quickly that he’s inside you, that your body is convulsing and your own cum is flowing in droves. You half-scream and half-groan but Todoroki focuses on drinking down every succulent drop you offer, letting the flood of iron wash over his taste buds.

The lingering effects of pleasure keeps overtaking you. You had came in feeling amazing, and you have to fight not to moan while Todoroki can feel the beat of your heart quickening with excitement and panic. He holds you down harder as you thrash but every so often your legs would squeeze around him when he hit that sensitive spot deep in you, making you groan in shame and makes him absolutely ecstatic. It’s several seconds of rhythmic pumping and sucking of your blood that you cry with his release inside you.

Todoroki unlatches from your neck, the sticky red of blood dripping from his teeth and onto the perfect puncture wound he left. Satisfied, he licks red lips and carefully rests back on top of your still shivering body.

“You are a perfect belonging,” he smiles down at you as you roughly bite your bottom lip. You don’t know just what you’re doing to him with that simple action. It draws him to thinking just how soft your lips were against his mere seconds ago.

You hiss through your frustration, refusing to believe that any of this was your own choice in the moments of blackness. “I refuse to ever be yours, monster. I’d rather die first.”

Todoroki smiles, loving your enthusiasm or feisty-ness rather. It may have been a disappointment that you still hadn’t accept it, but he knows he’ll get to hear you accept his offer one day soon. All of your own free will.

“It’s okay, amour. We have all the time in the world before I let that happen.”

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I hope you enjoy part 4, although the ending may tug at the heartstrings a little. Let me know what you think XD

Also, you do want me to keep uploading stories every day/every other day or pace them out a bit more? I feel like I’m just spamming you guys all the time so I’m sorry about that :/

Part 1, 2, 3

Hours later he’s still on the roof, the fire having been put out long ago, laying on his back as he stares up at the stars, barely able to make them out due to the hazy glow the city adds to the night sky. He yearns to go to the countryside, to the small clearing through a forest which he and Luke used to camp at, taking themselves away from the stresses of daily life to just take a deep breath and enjoy what little time they had with the other.

He likes to think that Luke’s up there now, up in amidst the stars he loved so much, watching over him. The thought soured in his mind, Luke would hate who he’d become, what he’d become. Giving one final look he stood up, grabbing his bag and making his way down the fire escape and landing lightly on his feet in the now dark alleyway.

As he started to head towards the dimly lit street he couldn’t help but feel eyes on him, he tried to reason that it was just paranoia, he had two gangs after him after all, but having been in this line of work for so long he knew when to trust his gut. He put his hands into his hoodie pocket, hand clasped around the knife he’d claimed earlier when he heard a loud crash near the road and like lightning, he turned his head to see a flash of blue dart around the corner.

He ran out the alley, knife brandished as he turned the corner and went into a defensive pose, expecting a fight, but seeing nothing. The street was completely empty, not even a car on the road. The quiet of the street was eerie and did little to put him at ease, he stayed there for a moment longer before putting the knife back in his pocket, keeping wary as he started to head down the street for a place to sleep for the night.

He thought it would take a lot longer to readjust to homelessness, having been almost two decades since he was last on the streets, but strangely it was like riding a bicycle. He knew skipping town wasn’t an option, it’d almost be too easy for either gang to chase him down and kill him, and besides, he had unfinished business here.

Due to his ribs, he’s been forced to lay low for the first few weeks, never staying in one part of the city too long, rarely frequenting the same place twice and mainly traveling at night. Gangs were like monsters under the bed, they preferred the cover of darkness to hunt their prey, so therefore the prey had to be alert.

During the day he was still constantly on the move, stopping only to sleep for a couple of hours before moving on to a new spot for another few hours. It was tedious and tiring but given that he’d had no sign of G’s gang or BBS in the last five weeks meant that it was working, until it didn’t.

He was heading to the ‘local’ jaunt under a freeway where most homeless came at night, he only came here once a week tops, mainly to hear any new info. Being the bottom of the food chain, these people normally saw and heard things which the normal person wouldn’t pay much mind to but was worth its weight in gold to him.

He was slowly making his way to one of the fire pits where Carl, an older man ranging in his 60’s who was the unspoken leader of the people here and had somehow taken Ryan under his wing, was standing. He was talking to two guys which Ryan quickly recognized to be two of G’s men.

They weren’t much more than henchmen, simply sent around to do the nitty gritty no one else wanted, despite their slender bodies Ryan knew how aggressive and dangerous the pair were, having been out on jobs with them many times.

He stuck to the shadows as he tried to move closer in an effort to make out what they were saying, he saw them hold up a picture of him, asking Carl if he’d seen him, but Carl denied all knowledge, as did the others around the fire. He breathed a sigh of relief, once this was all over he’d have to come back to express his gratitude to the man.

At the news that no one had seen him the two men started to make their way out of the underpass until another guy approached them, and that’s when he felt all colour leave his face.

When he’d first come here Ryan had unintentionally gotten himself a reputation, the first night he’d stayed a group of middle-aged guys had seen him pull food out of his bag and soon came over demanding he handed it over. He refused, which made one of the guys pull his fist back and aim a punch to his face, Ryan easily deflected it before throwing his own punch to the man who quickly fell to the floor.

A minute later and all five guys were on the floor, hands holding their bloodied noses before sulking back into their corner. From then on people knew not to fuck with him, but he’d always seen the hatred and anger in their eyes, now it appeared that karma had come to bite him in the ass.

He couldn’t hear what was said between the men, only saw the two guys pull their guns towards Carl and demanding answers, but still, he refused to give them, and Ryan knew he’d just signed his own death warrant.

Before either could shoot he quickly pulled out his knife and threw it at them, catching one of them in the throat, where he soon fell to the floor, the other guy quickly aiming his gun towards the direction where the knife had come.

He moved on the balls of his feet through the darkness as the other henchman started to approach but hadn’t yet seen him. Ryan could only creep around the pile of rubble he was hiding behind as the man got closer, getting ready to launch himself when the man came into view. The guy had just come into his eyesight when he suddenly stopped, Ryan could only hearing gargling noises before the henchmen fell to the floor dead.

He turned the corner to see Carl standing there, his knife in hand before he spat on the guy's body.

“I believe this is yours” The older man handed the knife back to Ryan, he quickly wiped it on the dead guy's trouser leg before pocketing it again. “Seems you got yourself into quite the bit of trouble here”

Ryan could only let out at terse laugh at the understatement of the century “You could say that; don’t suppose you could get rid of a couple of bodies for me?”

“We’ll take care of ‘em, you just go and be safe now okay?” Carl put his hand on his shoulder and gave it a light squeeze, he could only nod his head as he felt his throat thick with emotion.

Ryan then took off his bag to rummage through it for a minute before he found what he was looking for. He placed the last of his cash, about $60 in Carls' hand, it was several weeks’ worth of food, but he just wished he had more to give.

“Thank you, Carl, for everything” Now it was Carls turn to nod his head, the two looking at each other for a moment longer before Ryan turned to leave.

He walked around the town for a bit, knowing that neither gang wouldn’t try anything in broad daylight with loads of people around. However, when he was about to cross the road he noticed a reflection in a shop window, it was a guy in a pigs’ mask staring right at him. They stared at each other in silent acknowledgment before a car blocked his view of the window when it had passed Tyler was no longer there.

He grew ever tenser, adrenaline coursing through his system, quickly crossing the road and ducking into an alleyway, scanning the passers-by to see if he saw a familiar face. It was then a light shone in one of his eyes, partially blinding him as he scanned the rooftops, noticing Lui in his monkey mask with a sniper rifle aimed towards him.

He moved deeper into the alley, climbing over the gate which blocked access to the next street across, not sparing a glance behind him as he started weaving his way through the streets and alleys. Eventually, he found himself back at the building where he’d watched his flat burn, he hadn’t meant to come here but he felt some sort of comfort settle over him being here.

He quickly made his way up back onto the roof, taking a moment to appreciate the sight of the city before moving away from the edge to settle himself in for the night. He didn’t know what to expect, whether he’d need to flee or to fight, or if he was lucky it would be event free. He took his pistol from his bag and tucked it into his waistband before patting his midsection until he felt the knife, allowing him to relax a little bit more.

He used his bag for a pillow as he tried to get some sleep before the sun set and the monsters came out.

The sun was just beginning to set behind the high-line of buildings when he woke up, quickly scanning around him to make sure that he was safe. As the sky grew darker he simply sat there, paying attention to any and every noise he heard. After a while, when the chill really started to set in, he pulls the photo from his pocket, now worn at having been folded and unfolded numerous times and teardrops staining it. He doesn’t know how long he stared at it, thinking about what ifs and maybes before he saw movement in his peripheral.

He quickly moved to his feet, gun drawn, when he saw Luke start walking towards him, hands up in surrender.

“Bit trigger happy aren’t we?” There it was, that smooth southern drawl which he’d thought he’d never hear again. He could feel his heart in his throat but still stood his ground, gun pointed towards him. “Not gonna talk huh? Fair enough, I don’t mind sittin’ here”.

Before Luke could make a move, Ryan gestured to the gun in his hand, not letting it leave the man in front of him who shouldn’t be here. “How?” He’s not surprised that his voice cracked, he was too overcome with emotion he could barely even say the word.

“How am I here? Well, see there’s another set of fire escapes on the other side of…..”

“No! How’re you here, how’re you alive?” He noticed his hands shaking as he kept the gun pointed, he refused to believe that this could be his Luke, maybe some sick trick by his mind or his enemies.

A look of pity crossed Lukes’ face, he dropped his arms and cautiously walked towards Ryan, stopping when the still trembling gun was pressed against his chest.

“Why’d you think I’m dead? Because that sick fucker told you so?”

Ryan could only stare into the eyes he loved so much, unable to answer.

“Tell me Ry, what did you see?”

Ryan dropped his gun, holding it loosely in his left hand whilst his right hand went to cup Lukes’ face, the taller man leaning into the touch, but his cheek was ice cold, and that’s when he knew. He tried to smile as tears fell freely down his cheeks.

“I shot you” he moved the hand cupping Lukes’ face to his forehead, pointing his finger at the exact spot his bullet struck, “Right here”. When he removed his hand from Luke he saw that there was blood on it, and when he looked back at the face he’d missed so much he saw blood trickling down his face from his bullet wound.

Luke, seemingly unaffected by the change, then grabbed his shoulders and started shaking him slightly, as if trying to get him out of a trance, almost pleading at him. “No Ryan, what did you really see?” and just as suddenly as he’d come he was gone.

He collapsed back onto the roof, only able to feel that empty cold feeling consume him once more.

#ohmtoonz #ohmwrecker #cartoonz #gang au #it gets better I swear #this ones a little more haphazard but I wanted to hurry the story along a little bit #thanks for all the support so far #might post another part tomorrow and then leave it for a bit #I know im spamming you guys with stories at the moment

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