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littlesniggy · 2 years

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Well....this seems to be innocent enough and if you have a problem with forced prost******** just don't read past the long long line of dots towards the end...it gets rather dark from then on :)

Warnings: 18+, ns.fw, dub.con, older man x younger woman

Pairing: Yakuza! Sakazuki x female reader

Word count: 2.5k

The first time you went to visit your friend’s house you were simply overwhelmed by the sheer luxury that had met you. Maybe you could’ve guessed by the fact that the entire property was surrounded by a huge wall, with an electric gate being the only way to access it (at least to your knowledge). The house was in a traditional Japanese style with a lot of wood, sliding doors and whatnot. And, of course, there had to be a koi pond and a small bridge leading over it. Your jaw had almost hit the floor.

Your friend looked at you almost apologetically when she saw your shocked expression, mumbling something about her father working in real estate. Unbeknownst to you he was actually the head of one of the biggest yakuza groups in Japan. You only found this irrelevant fact out two years later.

However, you have only met her father a couple of times but that alone was enough to scare you to death. His whole aura was practically screaming danger and the way he glared at you didn’t do anything to make you feel at ease. As far as you could tell he didn’t want you here. Though he never voiced anything like that (in front of you).

It all started in your second year of high school.

It was a particularly hot summer evening and the cicadas were drowning out every noise coming from behind the big wall surrounding the property. You and your friend were sitting on the roof of the building, something her father always told her not to do but for some reason he never actually did anything about it.

You two were watching the fireworks from afar, admiring the different colors and motives, gasping and oooh-ing and aaah-ing here and there and generally having a great time. The breeze playing with your hair from time to time felt refreshing to the otherwise humid air that surrounded you two and your clothes were sticking to your back, leaving darker spots on the fabric from the sweat.

While your friend was mesmerized by a set of golden fireworks exploding in short frequencies, your eyes caught a glimpse of something you had never dared to look at directly.

You didn’t know that her father was actually home for once so seeing him standing on the patio surprised you a little. You felt your heart start to beat in your chest a little faster than usual and your palms felt sweaty all of a sudden. You couldn’t help but be drawn to the sight of his bare upper body presenting itself to you.

You could see him from the side but this alone made your core start to ache for something you’ve never felt before. His arms and as far as you could see his chest and back were all covered in traditional tattoos, forming what might be the most perfect piece of art you’ve ever seen in your life.

You swallowed hard when he slowly turned around to go back inside, revealing a muscular chest and abs you thought only movie stars had. You almost fell off the roof trying to take another look at the dangerous man and were caught by your friend who looked at you funny for almost falling off.

Since then, you simply couldn’t get rid of the images ghosting through your mind, your fantasy trying to push you further and further to imagine more and more things about him. Once, he walked by you while you were at your friend’s house and you were able to breathe in the cologne he was wearing. This memory was also added to your fantasies, along with his deep voice scolding his daughter for neglecting her studies.

Late at night, when you parents were already asleep, you would slowly let your hand travel down your body, your eyes closed as you imagined it being his hands. You imagined how his strong and big hands grabbed you hard, his massive body hovering above you while his hips thrusted against you relentlessly.

By the time you and your friend graduated high school you had fucked yourself on your fingers and various toys to the thought him making you cum over and over again. It was almost embarrassing if it wasn’t for your deep desire to be with him.

Never once had you caught his attention other than being the annoying friend that was constantly over at his house and it made you feel frustrated.

He wasn’t stupid. The first time he caught you staring at him, trying to be sneaky he could tell you were interested in him. Some might think it’s charming to be admired by some teenager but he didn’t. To him you were nothing more than some stupid brat that kept his daughter from studying. Once he even saw you snooping around and if he didn’t notice you staring at one of the family pictures of him, his daughter and his deceased wife he might’ve thought you were a spy or something like that.

But by the way you bit your lip while one finger absentmindedly traced his face on the picture changed his mind. You were no spy. You were simply a child having too much free time and too much fantasy. Plus, he wouldn’t waste any money to find out more about you.

However, a lot of things changed when you had your 18th birthday and his daughter begged him to let her throw you a party here. Sakazuki was a strict man who never tolerated anyone talking back but he couldn’t deny his little girl when she looked at him with those big puppy eyes she got from her mother (plus she had a pretty good argument that it would be safer here than to celebrate anywhere else).

He wasn’t there when everyone arrived, not being too fond of all the people in his house. He had some of his men watch the party and stand guard but other than that he left her and her friends alone.

Once he got back, the party was still going. He didn’t like that his daughter was drinking alcohol but he also knew that she would do it either way so better here than anywhere else. He let his eyes wander over the drunk party guests before he planned to go to his office to finish some last work when someone bumped into him.

He looked down and saw you, giggling like a little girl, a feint red on your cheeks as you slurred and apology. He huffed annoyed and wanted to walk past you but the alcohol in your body made you brave (or stupid).

“Thank you for lettin’ me have my party here.” You said, looking up at him, vision blurry and unfocused. Again, the yakuza huffed and tried to shove you to the side but you wouldn’t let him. Annoyed, he grabbed you more harshly, his patience running thin as he tried to hold your hands in his while they were eager to touch you.

“Don’t touch me.” He barked, ready to slap you. God, how much he wished you were one of his subordinated. He could simply have you cut off one of your fingers or maybe kill you immediately. But civilians, especially young women, were off limits in this case.

You were startled by his barked order and stood there for a moment like a deer in headlight. And as if something had clicked in your head that made you sober instantly, you stumbled away from him, fear written all over your face.

It wouldn’t be the last time he would see you that night; when everyone had already left, your friend invited you to stay the night so you didn’t have to go home all by yourself or call a taxi, you couldn’t sleep and were instead standing on the patio where Sakazuki had once stood with his bare chest and muscular arms.

Your arms were resting on the railing from the patio as you brain slowly sobered up. The air around you had cooled down a little and the cool breeze made the big t-shirt you were wearing flicker. You didn’t bother wearing pants, only your string was desperately trying to cover all the necessary private parts.

His eyes were glued to your form, the T-shirt, yet big not big enough to cover your ass from his gaze. It must’ve been something primal that started to burn inside him as his eyes slowly moved over every inch of exposed skin, his mind picturing himself grabbing your thigh, lifting your leg up in the air and pushing his dick inside of you as you scream out into the night. How tight you would feel around him, squeezing him while he pounded away.

The space in his pants became incredibly tight and he clenched his fists to release some tension but it didn’t work. How long has it been? He couldn’t remember. Plenty of opportunities but he was either too busy or said opportunity wanted x amount of money for her serviced. Sure, he could get them for free but why would he fuck someone who fucked others for a living? He had higher standards (not that an 18 year old girl that was his daughters best friend at that was that much better but at least you were no professional). And you would spread your legs willingly if he told you to.

You felt a cold shiver run over your body and you decided it was time to go back inside and finally get some rest. As you turned around you froze in your place as you saw the tall form standing not far from you in the doorframe leading to the inside. Your eyes were wide and grew even wider when realization hit that you weren’t dressed particularly modestly. Your hands grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it down embarrassed, your face beet red as you lowered your head shamefully.

There was silence. A long silence. He didn’t seem to want to speak and you didn’t date to speak nor to move. The only way in was past the older man but you would need to get closer to him in order to actually pass him.

Sakazuki watched you squirm in your place, your hands trying to cover your lower body parts. By pulling your shirt down you automatically revealed more of your chest and your bare breasts that were not covered by a bra anymore since you took it off before. The yakuza boss took in a deep but silent breath, internally still contemplating what to do even though he had made up his mind 95%.

The other 5% were added when your slowly looked up at him, uncertainty and anxiousness plastered all over your face.

“Undress.” He heard himself order you.

Another shiver ran down your spine, this time from anticipation. His harsh eyes watched you intently and you could feel that he expected you to oblige and do as he say. When you still hesitated, he crossed his arms in front of his big chest, a frown forming on his face. Your body convulsed at the sight for a moment before a burning desire exploded inside of you.

Your hands now firmly grabbed the hem of your shirt and slowly started to pull it over your head and off before you shakily let it drop to the floor. Only in your string you stood in front of this much more mature man as his eyes hungrily roamed over your almost completely naked body.

Your skin was tingling and your nipples were hard from arousal, your string beginning to get wetter and wetter the longer he stared at you.

And then he started to move. One step at a time and with all the time in the world he came closer, uncrossing his arms on his way before he stopped in front of you, your breasts almost touching his body.

“If you believe this will be anything more but a quick fuck you are mistaken.” He said, voice rumbling in his chest. You bit your lip and nod, the close proximity almost too much for you. Sakazuki growled and grabbed your chin with his hand harshly, forcing you to look up at him. “When I talk to you I expect an answer. Understood?” he hissed, his grip felt like it was trying to crush your face.

“Understood, sir!” you press out, your heart was hammering in your chest from fear and excitement. The yakuza boss huffed at your response. His has was still gripping your face but now he was moving your head from side to side, examining your neck first with his eyes and then with his free hand.

His palms were calloused (probably from working out a lot) but it left a nice sensation on your skin. In other circumstances you might’ve felt like some farm animal being inspected but right now you felt nothing but being desired by this man.

Sakazuki’s let his finger trail down your collar bone to your breast, felt it in his hand for a moment before he squeezed tightly, forcing a gasp out of your mouth. Another huff from his side, this time amused.

Your eyes were glued to his face as his lips turned upwards ever so slightly, making your heart skip a beat.

“Get on your knees.”

You feel your body rock back and forth violently, forcing you back into reality, far away from this distant memory of the night that had changed everything.

The man above you grunts like a dying pig, letting you know that he is close. Finally, you think as you let out an obviously fake moan, your nails clawing at his back as his thrusts become more erratic.

When he’s gone you sit on the windowsill of the small room, a cigarette in between your lips as you look into the sky, wishing you could go back in time to this fatal night and undo everything.

No matter how good he had made you feel, no matter how much you had craved his body, no matter how much money he had promised – you would rather jump off that patio from his house half naked and climb the stone wall than ever agree to be fucked by him on that same patio. But you can’t go back in time. You can’t get back what he has taken. You can’t get back to the life you used to have. And you can never cleanse off the dirt of all those men he had sold you to like the fucking whore you are.

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cescalr · 2 years

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖

Aww, thanks mate <3 I'm gonna count 'written' as 'finished' or we'd be here all day hemming and hawing about which ones are my favourite. <3 This narrows it down to 5 of 65 instead of 102, which... i think you'll understand why I needed to do that. Pls. Sanity. I need that. That's something I need to keep having. (Also, no repeat ships/fandoms, just to let my other works shine. Teen wolf has a major bias otherwise, with 40 of my fics being for that show)

In no particular order;

For When The Sunset Turns To Gold - Chronicles of Narnia (Movies), Gen. Minor crossovers with Torchwood and Harry Potter, but mostly negligible. More about the Pevensies post-film lives (because they DO NOT DIE, BOOKS, THANKS) than anything else.

To note, I am incredibly proud of this fic! I love the feeling it's got. I was very emotional when I wrote it because I'd just watched Prince Caspian and got reminded of the very sticky ends each of these people meet and i was like NOPE OKAY and wrote this to make myself feel better. I'm pretty sure I cried when I was writing it. Actually, I'm tearing up rn. Onto the next one very quickly-

Keeping This. - Teen Wolf, Stiles/Theo, post-series AU. Soulmate AU, too.

Started in my Journey Across the Dimensions fic/let collection, finished here. This one was interesting because of how long it got, lol, for a one-shot. I ended up using it for my Steoday fic, and I'm still really happy with it. I just think this is some solid character work, and some extra-solid character dynamics work. I'm not so good with the building up romance thing, and I think this is one of the times where I did an actually good job with it, instead of just an ok one. Trying to get more comfortable establishing relationships than having them already established, since that's what I prefer to read anyway esp for non-canon fare. Anyway, I'm pleased with this one. As an AU i think it works, and i think it works more for being pretty canon-compliant. It's simple and it's easy and it's actually quite soft, which is rare for me. Especially when it comes to these two fellas. Stiles and Theo as written by me are... rarely soft. So this is a nice reprieve. Especially since I think I did a good job keeping them accurate despite the sweetness. I'm also pretty sure I managed to keep the tense consistent! But don't quote me on that. Same for all of these, actually. (Working on it, working on it...)

A Muggle Cliché (thank you for making me write this, lol) - Harry Potter, Ron/Harry, coffee shop/squib!harry/no voldemort AU! (Also background Dumbledore time travelled AU, but shhhh not important nobody ic knows that. The fic is fluffy and happy and great and the shadowy background history of the AU is not even remotely addressed.) I am halfway through writing a technical-sequel to this fic that's Cho/Ginny, stay tuned! (I know it's taking forever and the request came in before Easter, but to the person who sent in the prompt, I promise i'm literally like, halfway there. Should be done by the end of summer, at max.)

Obviously you know this one, since you made me write it, lol. Thank you for the prompt, again! I think this is my strongest ronarry excluding your other prompt, but I mean, like, non-canon ronarry is hard for me because i'm super attached to their canon selves, so this was a work in characterisation where I could see how an AU like this would change them without them being totally different people who we don't care about because it's like, in name only shit (which I'm never fond of, as a rule). So, yeah! This is one of the most saccharine things I've written. Good lord. Did pay you back for that, though.... sorry.

Somebody to Someone. - Slaughterhouse Rulez, Don/Willoughby, post-movie AU. Thank the entire Slaughterhouse Rulez discord for this one lol like a few years back. Man, how time flies... I was 17 when the film came out.... i'm 21.... gosh... anyway fluffy Christmastime goodness.

Yeah, I mean, I said it there. fluffy christmastime goodness. Don't blame that part on me, though, I had a lot of help writing this one. I'm proud of the parts I wrote and I'm super grateful for the help from the discord, you guys are great! So I guess this is my first fic that's a collaboration (that's actually a fic - we won't talk about the other one...) so, uh, yeah! Awesome! Collabs are fun. Working with other people on a fic can be a great experience. And I'm very happy with the outcome! Slaughterhouse Rulez is one of my favourite movies. If you take anything from me, it's that you should watch it and also join the discord server. It's a fandom of like 15 people. We need mooooorrrrreeeeeeeeeee-

In Another Universe (Maybe We Were Happy.) - Assassin's Creed, Desmond/Clay, 5 aus in which they (eventually, at least) get together romantically, and one in which they don't. Obviously varies wildly between angst and not angst, as is my M.O. To note I am working on that other AC fic (the soulmate au one) but it's taking forever bc i need to replay ac3. Dumb dumb moment here. Literally forgot the plot *facepalm.* Anway, somehow hoping these 44k words are enough to tide over the literal years people have been waiting for me to finish that other fic... ack.

This one is super nostalgic which is weird since it's not even that old, but I'm really fond of it. One of my first long-fics that i actually finished, which is also cool. Each chapter is it's own AU, so really I'm not sure if this is a fic per se or more a fic anthology, but either way, I'd never done the 5 + 1 format before and I thought it'd be cool. It was a good way for me to work through my characterisation of these guys, who I'd not written before, and my thoughts on the AC universe, which I'd also not written before. I think it's some solid writing and it's got one of my best AUs and romances, in chapter 2, with the coffee shop assassins AU where the Templars are Starbucks. Yeah, I know, I think something about coffee must trigger my romantic sensibilities which are usually stuck somewhere else in hibernation. Or fear. Or something. I'm bad at romance, anyway. The last chapter is some good Angst and I think some of my best angst, so there's that. It's a mite bit confusing if you don't know AC, though, but then that's the case for most fanfics of media. (I've read fanfics of media I've never consumed, though, that made perfect sense to me, so...) Anyway. Uh, yeah. Love this one. Very fond of it. Love my boys <3 Claysmond probably in the top ten for my otps. May even be top five, depending on the day. (Today? Yes.) Desmond and Clay are definitely in my top ten characters, anyway. I could not tell you where they sit, though.

Cheating to add Ginny Weasley, Veteran of War, Time Traveller, Defeater of Dark Lords, and Dark, but Good., which is a series and not a fic, and I don't think the components work as well on their lonesome. Technically hinny but for the first two fics he's dead. (actually, he's still dead in the last fic, it's just that ginny is as well. Not a spoiler.) Basically, well, read the series title: she time travels, she kills voldy, she's a bit fucked up and she's done some fucked up shit but she's still Ginny Weasley, and she's a good person at heart. Anyway, love these fics. Might've cried a little when writing. Might not. Can't prove shit you weren't there! (I did. I definitely did.) Anyway. Mostly Gen with Minor/Background Relationships. Contains Fantastic Beasts canon up to the second movie and kinda including, but veers very AU, and written before the third (which I wouldn't have acknowledged anyway, since i'm not planning on ever viewing it with mine eyes). Uh, yeah. (Premise of this fic series could actually lead to other fics/aus stemming from it..... given how Ginny gets back in the past in the first place. Sooooo that's fun!)

Thanks again!

#con #tw #hp #ac #shr #claysmond #ronarry #steo #myfanfic #myfic #<3 thanks again A!

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