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| kinktober week one | ♱ denial ♱ | mob!au ushijima wakatoshi x reader |

synopsis: “Being with him was like falling off a cliff, sometimes you jumped, sometimes you’d tripped. Other times Wakatoshi would push you, over and over, and you never quite fell far enough for your head to meet the pavement racing forward to greet you.” wc: 5k cw: angst, power imbalance, language, unprotected sex, minor character death, NO MINORS. author’s note: finally! the prequel for approval arrives, it’s only 2 years late. it’s not necessary to read approval first, you can read them in either order honestly. also! most kinktober fics will be posted mon/wed/fri. enjoy.

approval (pt. 1) ♱ find the rest of my kinktober masterlist here

The kitchens are always so loud, but the sounds of working and cooking and cursing and laughing drown out your musings on what you’re doing with your life.

Your co-worker, Hana, whips past you with a tray heavily laden with food, opening the door to the dining room with her hip. It’s not all that busy, lunch service on a weekday was particularly slow for the kind of lofty, too-high-prices for too-small-plates restaurant you worked at, but a surprisingly large group of brunch moms had settled at the center of the dining room, right in her section.

“He's at your table again babe,” she’s about to push out of the door completely before she doubles back to add; “Well technically he’s at one of my tables but he asked for you. Again.” You nearly choke on the soup you'd been hunched over, and plunk the little ceramic bowl down, wiping nonexistent crumbs from your mouth and apron. Even through her laughing, the look on her face is ripe with insinuation and you know you’ll be recounting the exact details of what he said and what he did and if “he smiled this time?”

In your rush to see him, you nearly smack your head on the swinging kitchen door, your mild embarrassment at seeming so eager pushed askance. It’d been two and half weeks since you’d met, waiting on his table of business associates during an oddly slow dinner service. You’d placed plates and refilled glasses, trying in vain to keep your eyes off the cut of his jaw and the slope of his cheek. Every minute you could steal away from the table of men was spent catching your breath in the walk-in, goosebumps raised by his gaze maintained by the chill biting through your uniform sleeves.

When the meal was done and they’d called for the bill you were only too happy to slide the leather folder onto the table, careful not to angle it towards anyone in particular. Before it could even make contact with the linen tablecloth, Ushijima plucked it from your grasp, sliding in a handful of bills and depositing the filled sleeve into the pocket of your apron.

“Keep the change.” he murmured, voice pitched low and honey sweet as he rose from the table to loom over you. With a practiced, startling quickness, the men accompanying him also stood, clearly gathering themselves to leave. You mumbled out a thank you, eyes pinned to a scuff on the hardwood floors of the dining room, happy to be done with the entire encounter. Happy to have your temperature return from its fever pitch.

Just as you’d pivoted to escape to the kitchen’s safety, his arm shot forward to capture your forearm, and the sensation of his touch ricocheted up your arm into your chest where it spread like ice. For a moment you worried you had offended him somehow and that come that time tomorrow you’d wash up on some shore a thousand miles away from home. After a split-second of panic, his fingers slid lower to cover your wrist, your pulse beating against his fingertips, and the panic was quickly replaced with desire.

“What time do you have?” The question was so mundane it rattled your mind.

“Huh?” You’d managed to choke out, face twisted in confusion. You could hear the redhead who’d been sitting immediately to his left chuckle at you, catching the sight of his hand covering his mouth in your periphery.

“What time do you have?” His tone barely shifted, but looking back, you’d describe it as amused.

You glanced down at the watch wrapped around your free wrist and rattled off “10:28, sir.”

It had been the only words you exchanged that night, aside from his order, but for Ushijima, it had apparently been enough.

He’d left you half your rent as a tip.

You had known who he was, the moment he and his companions sat down, your manager had whispered his greatest hits into your ear. Protection fees, bribes, enforcement, probably murder.

Now he was a regular. Your regular.

“You know you keep coming by and I'm gonna start thinking you like me.” You pull the small notepad out of the apron tied around your waist and tap your pen against it. As always, it’s hard to meet his eyes, so you opt to doodle little flowers in the margins.

"Would that be so bad?" This forces your gaze upward, his voice is teasing, but his face, and what a face it was, is blank. Almost scarily so.

“Depends on how you look at it.” You abandon your flowers.

“How do you look at it?” His eyes are shrewd as he settles back into his chair. On anyone else, the movement would seem casual, but with him, it looked like a threat. Everything he did looked like a threat.

Sometimes you wished he’d make good on them. On you.

“I'll let you know when I've figured it out,” you snort, despite yourself. “Can I get you anything, maybe a glass of wine?” you gesture to his table, empty of anything but place settings and spotless glasses, one for water and another long stemmed crystal that usually went unfilled.

“I don't drink.” He murmurs, voice just above a whisper while he drags the pointer finger of his left hand over the tines of his salad fork.

“Do you ever relax?” Your eyes are drawn to the movement, following the gentle path along the cutlery, and when he stops, you force yourself to meet his stare. The look he gives you makes you feel as though he’d given you a test, and try as you might, you can’t tell if you passed or failed.

“I indulge in other things.” The phrase is dripping with promise and you find yourself tingling with the familiar excitement his presence brings. He shoots you a meaningful stare, eyes now focused on the set of your mouth as you speak.

“I'll be right back with your water.”

Somehow the refuge of the kitchen is less hot than the dining room where he sits, waiting for you. Regardless, you still feel like sticking your head in the dishwater just to cool off.

When you can bring yourself to return with his ice water, Ushijima’s table is empty, save another exorbitant tip, and a perfectly square piece of paper, folded in half. You slip the tip into your apron and unfold the note, revealing text written in thin, slanted script; “Antonio’s, 9 PM”. The dark blue ink is slightly smudged over each following letter.

You stash the note away with his tip and think to yourself; ‘Hm. He’s left handed.’

That night, you’re hardly halfway into your meal with Ushijima, woefully trying to soak up your pre-dinner glass of wine with the fancy pasta he’d recommended to you, when he asks you a question.

“Do you have a man to take care of you?” He stares at you unflinchingly, hands folded in his lap, food barely touched. You almost choke on a noodle at his bluntness, and narrowly avoid coughing into your hand by forcing the stray fettuccine down with, you guessed it, more wine. The waiters here must’ve been paid by the pour.

“I don't see how that's any of your business.” You manage to spit out, covering your mouth with your hand daintily, pausing to set down your fork.

“I want to make it my business.” The phrase sends heat up your spine and you desperately tamp down your desire to lean forward and whimper “Whatever you want, Mister.”

Instead, you opt to answer diplomatically; “What if I told you I do?”

“You're not going to say that.”

Ouch.

He doesn’t wait for you to respond, pushing on, not to explain himself; he never explains himself. Ushijima speaks to inform you. How kind.

“Not because I don't think men want you, I know men want you. I want you. I don't think you'd entertain me if you had someone in your life.”

If you were pressed later on, you’d say that’s when Ushijima Wakatoshi had you. That’s the moment you fit so sweetly in his palm. That’s when your heart swore fealty.

But in the moment, you just really wanted to fuck him.

“Fair enough.”

Your next sip of wine empties the glass.

All your following dates after the first have a strange shade of innocence to them. Ushijima, even with his thick perimeter of bodyguards and seemingly bottomless pockets, is content to take you out for ice cream, to pick you up after work and hold your shopping bags while he foots the bill. It’s all surprisingly pedestrian for a man with a body count in the hundreds. Allegedly, of course.

And then, after date number six, when you’re thanking him for walking you home, and the night around you is still and quiet and comfortable, he tells you to call him Wakatoshi, and you think that he might just be in your palm too.

The first time you have sex, the two of you are lying on your slightly too small bed, and you almost cry with how good it feels. He touches you so softly, but every part of him is so firm. And he kisses you so much, on your lips, your cheeks, your throat, the small of your back, where your thigh curves to make your ass, the inside of your wrist. It feels as though there isn't a moment where his lips aren't pressed to your skin, and you revel in the feeling. In the soft downward slope of his shoulders and the short puffs of breath against your temple while he drives into you. The first time he makes you come it stops all thought, every worry of how bad he was for you, how far and fast you were falling. It’s all so good that it’s only the pressure of him bearing down on you that stops you from passing out from the pleasure.

For a while you stay like that, with him inside you, unmoving, and you beneath him, gasping for breath. He hasn’t finished yet and he makes it painfully clear, rubbing his thumbs into the tensed muscles of your thighs and calves, urging you to recover. You almost ask him to stop, the contact is nearly overwhelming.

Then he asks you.

“That's not enough for you, is it?”

And you agree. You push him away and slide out from under his hold, twisting deftly until he is below and you are above. You straddle him and take his head between your hands and watch the most feared man in the city crumble beneath you. He pours himself into you, hips stuttering against you in his desperation, sweat slick palms sliding over your skin while he fucks you to completion.

Toshi is not sweet, or charming or even very kind, not unless his lips are pressed to yours while his hands go soft over your breasts, thumbing and grasping at the plush skin beneath your shirt. Regardless, where he goes, you follow, until you're tumbling head first into something you couldn't have possibly prepared for.

There were times when the reality of what you were doing struck you upside the head and made you question everything. When you were alone and your mind could go unchecked, focus on something other than Wakatoshi burying his teeth in your shoulder while you came on his fingers. Times like when your boss couldn’t quite keep eye contact with you during front-of-house meetings. Or when you were sure a police cruiser was tailing you. Or when the intense bodyguard (with a fucking bowlcut) who so clearly disliked you slammed the town car door just a little too hard. But Toshi was close by, ready to wipe away worries with soft lipped kisses and lingering touches and presents he “thought you would like”.

And he was always close by. He hoarded your attention like he hoarded power and influence. For the first three months you'd been together, he had refused to call you by your name in front of his men. As though it was knowledge only he should know, a power only he could have.

It was surprisingly childish, but the proclivity faded eventually. Instead, he showed his influence in different ways.

Over time he develops this method of persuading you, of asking you questions until you gave him the answer he wanted to hear. Sometimes you weren't even sure if he knew he was doing it. It started with little things, things that branded you as “his girl”. Making reservations using his name, even when he wasn't present. Letting him fuck you in the back seat of one of his glossy black cars, even after insisting you weren't "that kind of girl" (whatever the fuck that meant), breaking your lease and moving onto his estate, into a bedroom across the hall from his. Not that you spent much time there.

Then the things Ushijima asked for weren't so little anymore.

“Put in your resignation.” He mutters, patting the inside of your thigh when he pulls away from you. The switch to Ushijima Wakatoshi, “the Underground Crime Boss” from Toshi, “man who just spent an hour grinding your clit against his tongue” makes your head spin and it takes you a minute to realize he’s talking about your job at the restaurant. Unfortunately, the feeling his command causes is familiar, and unwelcome.

“A place like that doesn’t need a resignation.” You laugh him off and rise to shower, legs pleasantly unstable, but before you can start wobbling to the bathroom, he catches you by the wrist. His fingers press forcefully against your skin, anchoring you to the spot.

“Good. Make the call then.”

His tone brooked no room for further discussion, and you acquiesced, just to get that cold, sharp gaze off your skin, out of your hair. Later you’d tell yourself he would’ve convinced you eventually and you were just saving the both of you some time, time better spent with him inside you. You’d tell yourself that you never really even liked your job, just the people and they’d be easy to reach.

But it didn’t make you feel any better.

Being with him was like falling off a cliff, sometimes you jumped, sometimes you’d tripped. Other times Wakatoshi would push you, over and over, and you never quite fell far enough for your head to meet the pavement racing forward to greet you. Mostly, you could only feel the air rushing past, whipping over your skin, watering your eyes. But occasionally, things would happen that force you to remember the ground, and fear makes your stomach flip flop into your throat. And you truly honestly think; “I’m going to die.”

The parties, however, are a definite bonus, you meet interesting people, you wear nice clothes, the top shelf, premium quality alcohol is free and you spend the majority of the night tucked securely into Toshi’s side. But the best part is the looks, the fear. You’d never really experienced anything like it before. People stare at you in reverence, they try to impress you, people you barely know stumble over themselves to make you happy. Because you’re Toshi’s girl.

It’s intoxicating.

The vodka helps too though.

And tonight it’s in excess. You’re not even quite sure what’s being celebrated but Toshi had thrown open your bedroom door, small, wrapped silver box in hand saying little but “get dressed”. When you asked what for, he’d shrugged and muttered something about a nightclub before placing the gift in your expectant hands. Inside had been a diamond tennis bracelet, each inlaid stone winking it’s own brilliance at you. Easily one of the most expensive gifts Toshi had ever given to you, and his small, indulgent smile as you’d secured it to your wrist confirmed its importance. He’d placed his hand on your cheek and pressed his lips to yours gently, whispering against your mouth; “Let’s show it off.”

And really, how could anyone say no to that?

“Quite the step up from bussing tables, ain’t it.” Tendou is addressing you, which is rare enough that it pulls you out of your reverie. What isn’t rare, however, is the seedy, leering smirk on his face when he looks at you over the rim of his crystalline whiskey glass.

“It’s nice.” You shrug, and Toshi adjusts minutely so you can lean forward, the movement jostling the diamond drop earrings you’d received for your birthday. You smile placidly at him and will your heartbeat to remain steady. In reality, everything about Tendou makes you nervous, where Ushijima is blunt and quiet, Tendou says a lot and means so very little. His eyes are sharp and unwavering for everyone, even for those you assume he likes and though it’s easy to forget that the men and few women who surround you on a daily basis are hardened criminals (many of whom treat you like a little sister of sorts), Tendou is undeniably dangerous, and he wants you to know it.

When you do speak again, your voice is deceptively even and playfully regretful; “I do miss the tips though.”

Tendou’s answering laugh is loud and abrasive. He raises his glass to you, seemingly satisfied with your answer and the breath you release is just barely a comfort. Toshi tugs you back into place and before you’ve even settled, his lips brush the shell of your ear.

“Be good.” The command sends a shock down your spine that settles as a flutter in your abdomen.

“When am I ever not good?” The flirting comes easier with the time that passes. Over the year you’ve spent together, you’ve struck a balance between what Toshi wants people to see of you and what you want to show. It feels almost like...putting on an act, saying the lines that will get a reaction, playing a part the audience wants to see. The Mobbed Up Girlfriend. Not quite as out of the know as you really are, beneath the jewelry and liquor and bodyguards.

All of that show just to strip it down when you’re by yourself, really by yourself, and you have to confront the constant, suffocating, looming threat of danger and secrets, of blood and money. Of Wakatoshi taking phone calls in other rooms, and harshly whispered commands and family meetings you aren’t allowed to attend.

But right now, in the dark, numbingly loud nightclub, nestled deep into Ushijima territory, you have a play to put on.

So you play. Ushijima turns and asks Shirabu for a cigarette, who quickly provides for his boss. Ushijima balances it between his lips and begins to remove the arm around you to light it. But because you’d forced Toshi to watch a gangster movie with you (“it’ll be funny. You can tell me what they do wrong.”) and you were apparently stupid, you sneak your hand into the inside pocket of his jacket, wrapping your fingers around his silver lighter, before you tug it out and light his cigarette for him.

Toshi, for a fraction of a second, looks shocked and the rise of his eyebrows delights you. Then his face settles into something darker, more...considering. And your delight melts into desire. Without a word to the hangers-on nearby, he stands, his hand clasping yours, tugging you through the dance floor filled with shaking, sweating bodies and into the restroom. Immediately, you’re met with three pairs of curious eyes, eyes that just as quickly swing to the man accompanying you.

“Out.”

The men’s room door is barely shut before your dress is rucked up around your waist and Toshi pushes inside your weeping cunt, trailing feverishly hot, open mouth kisses up the exposed column of your throat.

“What part of ‘be good’ don’t you understand?”

The interior of the car is plush and warm when you enter, the running engine thrumming pleasantly beneath your shaky legs. Goshiki’s knife-sharp gaze meets yours in the rearview window. “He’s still inside. I’m leaving a little early.” You mutter, not wanting to explain the tear up the side of your dress to Toshi’s most unlikeable lackey. Without another word, he pulls out of the club’s parking lot, speeding along the route to the estate. It’s silent for a while, after all, there’s no love lost between you and your “babysitter” and you’re content to sit in the bitter quiet, watching the streetlights zip by.

“You know it's a power thing right?” Goshiki snipes, eyes back on you when you drag your eyes back to the mirror.

“What?” You’re practically soaked in alcohol and you can’t be bothered to drum up even a little softness in your tone.

Not that he deserved it in the first place.

The way he looks at you makes you sick, makes you uncomfortable, like you're something stuck to his shoe.

"It's a power thing for him. Man like him can have anything he wants." his brows come together in the center, and you can feel the envy roll off him in waves, thick to the point of suffocating you. "Anyone, so he picked you. A little waitress from the big city." He sneers.

And you know, of course, that it's true. You, like all things, are just another facet of Ushijima's business, a more personal account he handles himself. Kept so close, to lose you would be a liability. He loved you, he said so himself, but he keeps you at a distance.

But that doesn't mean you have to let disrespect slide.

“Being rude to me won't make him like you, you know.” Your voice is so cold it almost shocks you, but for better or for worse, watching Toshi conduct business everyday has changed the way you speak. ‘Just a little bit’, you reassure yourself. “It won't make them take you seriously.” Your perfectly manicured nails dig into the buttery leather of the seat between you, before you lean forward to hiss in his ear; “You're just a foot soldier.”

“And you're a stress reliever.” He bites at you, his foot falling heavy on the gas pedal in irritation, forcing the car to accelerate further.

“Maybe.” You hum, “But I get to stay inside the house. Can't say the same for you, can we?” The harshness of your taunts fills your ears, and it may as well be another person speaking entirely. But the way he pales and tears away his gaze makes you feel….good. In a way you don’t want to examine.

Goshiki leaves you alone after that.

For the most part, everyone keeps you at an arm’s length when it comes to Toshi’s business, and you’re grateful. The ugly seediness of the city’s underbelly is a world you don’t care to explore, even though you're happily perched on the lap of the man who controls it.

That being said, there’s hardly anything you can do to stop his enemies from trying to get to you. It’s not intentional, not really, but it is business, and business is fucking important.

It’s business that has you leaving the estate earlier than usual. Apparently, Toshi has the entire underworld coming to the estate for some sort of “gangster summit” (Tendou’s words of course) and he wants you out of sight.

“Just for the day. I’ll make it up to you. Keep your head down, follow orders for once.” He’d murmured above you while you looped his tie, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head before turning his broad back to you, the soft click of the bedroom door closing behind him eliminating any chance of your refusal. Not that you had one brewing anyway.

It was hard to turn him down when you first started seeing each other, now it’s near impossible. Now, the slightest downturn of his mouth, the incredulous uplift of his brow is enough to turn the “no” on your lips to ash. The shame only settles in when he’s not around to fuck it out of you. It trails behind you like smoke curling and cloying wherever you go, following you out of the main house and down the driveway, Goshiki, ever present at your side. You wave at Kai, who’s sitting sleepily in the driver’s seat of the slick black sports car at the end of the driveway. He returns the gesture, smiling back before turning the key in the ignition.

You’d never seen an explosion in person before, like any normal goddamn person, but before today you had figured it would be close in approximation to what you see in movies, and on tv. And yeah, you weren’t stupid, you knew those were controlled, and on sets and sound stages, but how far from the truth could they be?

Very far, as a matter of fact.

It’s the light that hits you before anything else. It’s impossibly bright at first, and in the back of your mind you wonder if you’ll be blinded, if you’d keep your eyebrows, even though you weren’t very close at all.

Then the sound of it — the delay was a little disturbing — the crushing boom of Toshi’s favourite convertible exploding into flames came maybe a quarter of a second after the light, and your screaming started with the heat. You screamed and screamed even through the smothering presence of Goshiki’s palm.

You could’ve been in there. Wakatoshi could have been in there. Burning to death like the driver is right now, the driver with the small, sweet smile. Too sweet for the work he does. The driver who likes the chai lattes you bring him most mornings, even if “they’re not a man’s drink”. For business.

Head? Meet pavement.

It’s four days after the car incident, the incident no one will mention around you, the one that left Ushijima’s favourite ride a smoking heap of burnt out metal, the one that almost killed you, the one that reportedly left a little girl fatherless. He’d all but shoved you out of the house, foisting you onto Goshiki, if only to evade your questions, your concerns, your night terrors.

“Go get something to wear, we’ll go out tonight.” The paranoia scratching at the inside of your skull almost makes it impossible to process what Wakatoshi is asking of you, but you nod anyway, slide the folded bills he offers you into your coat pocket and descend the stairs to where Goshiki is waiting, sullen but blissfully quiet. On your way down, you catch the beginning of Toshi’s conversation before he shuts himself behind his office door; “I don’t want any more close calls.” Your stomach flips in time with the door slamming shut and you swallow down the bile rising in your throat.

What the fuck is happening?

Shopping is a dull affair lately, expensive clothes and saccharine perfumes slipping through your fingers with disinterest. Anything that does catch your attention is scrutinized with thoughts of how quickly it would burn up in a staged arson, how well it could stop a bullet, how much or how little it would hurt Ushijima to sell it or toss it out after he’d buried you in the estate’s garden. After hours of the same, of sales associates with the word “commission” sparkling in their otherwise dull eyes, of Goshiki grunting and sighing about having “better shit to do”, you call it, ready to slink your way over to some luxe hotel room to burn away the rest of your exile.

The car sits gleaming in the parking lot and as it has done every day since, your heart skips before you remember that every single vehicle that goes in and out of the estate has been checked thoroughly over and over. However, before you can stash yourself away in the backseat to pour over what the fuck you were doing with your life, you’re approached by a pair of uniformed officers, their faces smeared with tepid smiles, as if they wish to put you at ease.

“Excuse me Miss…” the officer trails off, leaving space for you to finish your name. You don't, instead you stare, placing three heavy shopping bags into Goshiki's waiting hands.

“We'd like to speak with you,” the taller officer with a goatee and long hair addresses you, his thumbs tucked into his belt. “regarding an incident that occurred outside your residence the other day.” The other police officer, wearing a badge brandishing the surname ‘Nishinoya’ eyeballs Goshiki, his entire — admittedly small frame — fraught with tension, as though he’s waiting to pounce. “If you have some time.” The first officer adds, his gaze never straying from your face.

The rules drilled into you by Toshi are so well ingrained you begin to speak on autopilot.

“Am I being arrested?”

The officer blinks, and shakes his head, the corners of his mouth pulled down in a frown. "No ma'am. But we are asking you to provide us with a statement."

Later on, when you’re sitting on the cold, cold steel chair in the precinct, shivering and willing yourself not to whimper under the detectives’ heavy, judging gaze, you’ll realize that it was the word ‘witness’ that set Goshiki off, reminded him of his fucking job.

Your babysitter-bodyguard steps in front of you, shielding you from the officer’s view, shoulders hiked up to his ears.

“You can let her come with us, or I can find a reason to put you in the cop car too, and I promise you the trip won't be quite as nice.” Officer Nishinoya chirps, shifting towards the two of you.

“It's fine.” You place your hand on Goshiki’s shoulder, hoping to stave off any upcoming outbursts, if not for his sake, then certainly for your own. “I'll come.” You circle around the men, almost relieved that you’ll be someplace, where for once, you are out of Wakatoshi’s grasp, out of his influence, at least for a little while.

“He won’t like this.” Goshiki spits, his eyes nearly bulging out of his head as the officers guide you into the backseat of the cramped cop car they arrived in.

“He wanted me out of the house, Goshiki. I’m following orders.”

whew! longest fic yet i believe. again, you can find approval, which takes place directly after this fic here. scope the rest of my kinktober 2022 masterlist here!

#wakatoshi ushijima #ushijima wakatoshi x reader #wakatoshi x reader #ushiwaka #hq!! fanfiction #haikyuu x reader #kinktober 2022 #ushijima x reader #ushijima x you #mob!au ushijima #approval verse #kechiwrites #kechiwriteskinktober

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fedzkun · 1 year

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Yo yo yo! How about an au where Izuku buys Twitter please?

Good lord :( :( :( Fine. But let me tweak that a bit.

Okay, it all started when that scumbag billionaire All For One bought that blue bird company and laid off like half of the employees. Aspiring Pro Hero — but was a company intern — Izuku was one of those who were laid off. It’s fine. Izuku found new employ as All Might’s Hero intern.

All For One had this astounding idea to sell the Verified Checkmark for $8 a month. In no time at all, villains from all over began impersonating Pros left and right. Impersonating Endeavor’s account tweeted a video featuring a dancing villain who wields blue fire and drops hot accusations. Impersonating Wash’s account tweeted a rather crass version of his commercial. Impersonating Nedzu’s account tweeted about free money to be given to every mutant. Impersonating Stain’s account tagged each Pro Hero in a post along with a time frame. You get the idea.

When an Impersonating All Might’s account tweeted about how All Might is the worst hero ever, Izuku SAW RED.

He’s not bad in coding at all. The first thing that Izuku did is lightly sabotage some systems and make it so that every former employee in that area would decline to go back. Izuku would then apply for the job. Once he’s in, Izuku applied every knowledge he’d learned from former villain hires like Gentle Criminal and La Brava about how to stage manage the incompetent scumbag billionaire All For One. Izuku had a matrix spaghetti code running on one of his computers at all times, saying that it automatically blocks All For One’s detractors, etc.

Every time All For One asks for a horrid new feature, Izuku delivers by…actually making the idea good? All For One is impressed that this new hire is singlehandedly saving his company. Unbeknownst to him, Izuku is draining All For One’s bank account dry. (The scumbag billionaire really shouldn’t leave his passwords and bank account so hackable.)

Izuku initiates second phase, which is shutting the social media down. This caused people to rally to the HQ with pitchforks and torches.

Izuku throws All For One out the window and to the angry, angry mob below.

All Might doesn’t have the heart to tell Izuku that the Impersonating All Might account was actually also owned by himself and that he tweeted that as a self-deprecating joke.

#bnha au #5+ headcanons #dadmight #midoriya izuku #ask box fedz

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lewisdeklein · 1 year

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So I’ve (in my mind) made a swap au. Basically Ritsu swaps with Shou and Mob swaps with Teru. I made two design sheets for Ritsu and Shou.

For Shous design I wanted to keep the spiky aspect of his hair while also making it more down turned. Instead of him being in student council he would hangout with the delinquents like Tenga and his friends so I gave him their color palette and undid the top button of his uniform. He also gets his hoodie color palette from his varsity jacket.

In this au he and Teru are adopted brothers. Shou ran away from his father before he ever awakened his powers and ended up running into Teru who was under the guardianship of Reigen. Shou goes to Salt middle and finds it easier to slack off than focus on school. At some point Tenga and them get beat up by Mob, the Black Vingear Shadow Leader.

This is the start of the Teruki Hanazawa arc (Shiego Kageyama arc in this au) Shou tells Teru about this and then Teru confronts Mob. Teru wins, but not with power. He wins by convincing Mob to use his powers for good and by telling him that he’s just normal like everyone else. After that Shou is confronted by Kamuro. He offers to turn a blind eye to any trouble Shou causes around school if he helps take down the school thugs.

This starts the Big clean up arc. Shou agrees but feels increasingly guilty since the delinquents are his friends. He joins the awakening lab kids in attempt to awaken his own power. After enough build up of guilt he awakens his power. Unlike Ritsu he can control his powers much better in this au, defeating the need for dimple in this arc. He helps beat up the thugs that come to his school in search of Yellow-T poison (Teru lol). Mob finds out and warns him to stop. Shou doesn’t listen and Mob tells Teru. Teru confronts Shou in an ally. Koyama shows up and kidnaps Shou.

7th division arc starts. Since Teru isn’t strong enough the fight is short and Shou is taken. In their cell, Shou and the awakening lab kids, plan to escape. Before the one scar with the massive chin (I don’t know his name) comes around Shou melts through the cell bars and takes out the cell guards. They wander the facility and take out a group of claw soldiers. Ritsu appears and recognizes Shou as the bosses son. They fight but Shou loses since his powers are so new to him. Teru finds Shou and freaks out. Ritsu quickly knocks him out and they are taken to the room where they can’t use their powers. Shou and Teru make up and Reigen gets them out of the room. The division leaders attempt to stop them. Mob isn’t confident in his fighting skills so transfers his powers to Teru so he can fight claw. Reigen tells him to run and the power transferred to Reigen after he hits 100. With the combination of Teru and Mobs powers Reigen easily defeats the claw leaders. Ishiguro try’s to attack after Reigen runs dry of power. Ritsu stops him. Ritsu reunites with Mob but has to leave, Not before he tells Shou that he has potential. I’m only doing season one because all 3 would be too much to type.

Now for Ritsu. I kept the right heavy aspect of hair while also making more upturned. His pants are the same color as the ones he wears in the world domination arc. I changed the varsity jacket to suit him better and changed the bolt to a spoon because I thought it was funny.

Since Claw’s bosses son ran away they have been on the hunt to look for him. While looking for him they find mob who is very strong. They try to kidnap him but end up getting the wrong brother. When they figure this out they put Ritsu through the awakening experiments to see if he has powers like his brother. The experiments succeed but they are brutal. Since Ritsu is the most successful experiment Toichiro takes him under his wing kind of like replacing his son. Ritsu plays the role of the obedient son but plans to take down claw and get back to his family. He is sent on mission to find good recruits for HQ, he plans to recruit others to help oppose claw instead. After recruiting Fukuda and the other he ends up at division 7. One day a group of kids tries to escape and he stops them. He recognizes the leader of the kids as the bosses real son. Ritsu believes he would be a valuable asset for taking down claw. Shou tells him that their are espers stronger than him that he knows. Ritsu immediately thinks of his brother. They end up fighting so that Ritsu can get a gage of Shou’s powers and to lure out his brother possibly. He ends up realizing that Shou could be much stronger than him if he trained his powers. Ritsu waits for Mob to find Shou. He’s disappointed to see Teru show up instead. He knocks him out and drags them to a room where their powers won’t work. His brother is in there to after being defeated but In the moment he can’t recognize him since he has that stupid wig on. He leaves to find out what the division leaders are doing. The division leaders and the intruder end up fighting. Ritsu watches and intervenes when Ishiguro tries to get the final blow in. Ritsu easily defeats him and looks back to tell Teru that he was disappointed in him for being a coward but decides against him when he sees his brother, who no longer has such a stupidly large wig on. They reunite and Ritsu promises he’ll be back but not before acknowledging that Shou has serious potential. After everyone leaves Ritsu gets a call from Toichiro. He informs him that the 7th division was defeated and suggests that maybe claw isn’t as strong as he thinks. Toichiro reminds him that he’s talking to the boss and that he should watch what he says. The call ends and he walk off to get back home to plan claw’s take down now that he knows that there are more strong espers that could help.

Well that was fun. I’m going to start working in Teru and Mob designs too. Hopefully I finish them this week

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BokuAka - New Rules: aged up BokuAka. Akaashi doesn't just have a list about Bokuto's weaknesses, he also has a set of rules. It's most recent addition: "don't get under him, cause if you do there'll be no getting over him" (inspired by Dua Lipa's New Rules)

KRBK - 15 year time-skip: pro-hero Kirishima/broken-hero Bakugou. Bakugou suddenly returns after a 10 year absence, throwing Kirishima's carefully rebuilt life into complete chaos. Looks at post-war arc MHA universe, relationships as adults and healing (very angst but also very beautiful)

HQ - Gay as hell prom: Bokuto wants to ask Akaashi to prom but is scared people will be homophobic jerks and ruin it for Akaashi. When he confides in Kuroo, Kuroo immediately comes up with a plan with the other captains to rectify the situation. The 3rd years will just have to crash Fukurodani's prom night with added Gay, right? (just a silly little gay as hell fic with dancing and fluff)

BokuAka - Greek mythology AU: minor god Akaashi/beloved mortal Bokuto fall in love and have to come to terms with the fact that Bokuto will die one day, except Bokuto decides there's an easy solution to this - become a God (greek gods shenanigans and heart-clenching BokuAka romance inspired by a BokuAka week prompt)

KuroAka - aged up/AU smut: there's really no plot to this other than Kuroo is a self-assured smug little asshole who thinks he can have anything he wants. But he gets a nasty shock when he meets Akaashi and gets flat out rejected, multiple times. Kuroo likes to think he's in charge, but boy is he about to be proved wrong (bc apparantly my kink now is punishment fic of Kuroo)

Buddy Daddy's - scrapbook memories: a series of little moment fics looking at various moments in Kazuki, Rei and Miri's lives pre-during-post time-skip (if there's no BD S2 coming, I will fucking write it all myself ok)

KazuRei - AU smut: again, there's really no plot. It's just Rei - head of Suwa household Rei, mob boss Rei - torturing "innocent" Kazuki for information (idk what more description do you want from me)

#fic poll #this isn't even the full list jfc just the one's that are more imminently doable #help meeeeeeeeeeeee #haikyuu #hq #buddy daddy's #my hero academia #mha #bnha #bokuaka #kuroaka #kazurei #krbk #in my heart I also want to write something for bllk but the inspiration hasn't come yet #imagine a world in which I can write Kunigami/Raichi what a fucking dream #bachisagi basically writes itself tho

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eyes-of-mischief · 1 year

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here are all my fic recs from...

aftg - all for the game atla - avatar: the last airbender aot - attack on titan | shingeki no kyojin bsd - bungou stray dogs bnha - boku no hero academia | my hero academia dbh - detroit: become human dc disney - walt disney dn - death note fma - fullmetal alchemist (brotherhood) genshin - genshin impact ghibli - studio ghibli hannibal hp - harry potter + fantastic beasts and where to find them hq - haikyuu jjk - jujutsu kaisen knb - kuroko no basket | kuroko's basketball mcu - marvel cinematic universe mdzs - mo dao zu shi + chen qing ling | the untamed merlin mp100 - mob psycho 100 naruto orv - omniscient reader's viewpoint sherlock svsss - scum villain's self-saving system sxf - spy x family tgcf - tian guan ci fu | heaven official's blessing tmnt - teenage mutant ninja turtles tua - the umbrella academy tw - teen wolf yoi - yuri!!! on ice

i regularly alternate between prompt and non-prompt posts

all prompt posts here

all non-prompt posts here

list of all prompt posts:

amnesia animal bureaucracy/office dimension travel (no crossover) eating disorder/food problems escort/sex work fae harry potter fusion/crossover murder mythical creatures naruto crossover recovery resurrection sixth sense au/ghosts self-harm self-insert/oc-insert sleep social media suicide attempt/suicidal thoughts time loop time travel terminal/chronic vehicle

find me on ao3 at heartofsilverseas

i will mention if a fic is mature/explicit and all its content warnings except for 'creator chose not to use archive warnings'

if i miss any warnings please let me know! same as if i recommend a fic more than once, because i accidentally do that sometimes

fandom (especially anime) and fic recommendations, reviews, and prompts are always welcome!

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cherrythepuppet · 4 months

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Her Name Was Dandy!

She Had A Brother

But That Was 30 Years Ago...

A/N: This was based off the song "Copacabana" And the second panel made me struggle thinking "Make it silly or angst?" And I got tired af so i used a drawing that's been in my inventory for almost a week

This is from the "I Missed You" writing me and @trashcanplant wrote (Antoni also belongs to them!)

#welcome home #welcome home oc #welcome home au #digital art #oc artwork #welcome home mob au #mob au #Mob Antonio Pizzario #mob dandy candy #Dandy candy #Antonio Pizzario #angst art

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polizwrites · 5 months

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PoliZ's WIP Update - 6 Dec 2023

Still catching up on Real Life stuff - so another somewhat slower week for writing. That said, I am on track for a 120k year! I touched 3 fics (2 new works & 1 WIP) for a total of 1758 words.

On Ao3, I posted:

It All Depends Upon Your Appetite - a crackfic featuring Mob Boss Bucky & Natasha & Clint, their restaurant/HQ and a post-battle Captain America who just wants something to eat.

Tony Stark Bingo Mark VII - November Round Robin - Tony discovers that Gerald the Alpaca is not at all what he seems.

Somewhere to Turn - No Powers ficlet with Security Guard!Bucky & young!runaway!Tony

Let Him be Soft (And Let Him Be Ours) - a WinterPepperony (plus Morgan) ficlet set (vaguely) post-Endgame.

I have 19 semi-active WIPs 😬 with my current deadlines being the WinterIron Bingo which wraps on 16 Dec and Stucky’Verse Bingo which wraps on 22 Dec.

See below cut for what I’m working on/planning to work on - arranged more or less by bingos/challenges/etc. As always, feel free to send me prompts or plot bunnies as well as asks regarding any of these projects or any other WIPs I’ve got out there. Interaction really helps feed the Muse and keep me motivated!

WinterIron Bingo - [WIB_R1] (Ends 16 Dec 2023)

I have twenty-three fills completed for this brand-new bingo event that I’m helping mod!

* B column squares for the Iron Soldier badge (complete a bingo with a single work). – Alpha Tony Stark, “That was not my intention.”, James Rhodes, Alpine loves Tony and Blind date. Wrote up Beta Testing this week - it's a No Powers AU where Sam and Rhodey set rich!Alpha Tony up with beta!vet!Bucky as his plus-one for a holiday gala. The first draft is coming in at 1433 words and will post on Friday.

* N3 - FREE - filled this with Somewhere To Turn - a WinterIron No Powers AU with mall security!Bucky and young!runaway!Tony. It’s crossing over with my BBB Cold square and came in at 882 words when I posted it last Friday.

* N4 - Unreliable Narrator - filling this with Cutting the Strings, where Tony is perhaps misreading Steve’s attitude towards recovering!Bucky. It came in at 740 words on Tumblr and will post to Ao3 on the 13th.

* O5 - Gentle – Using this poem as inspiration, I wrote Let Him be Soft (And Let Him Be Ours) earlier this week - it’s a WinterPepperony +Morgan fic where Tony reflects on how Bucky became a part of their family. It came in at 394 words and posted this morning.

Stucky’Verse Bingo Round 1 - [SVB_R1] (Ends 22 Dec)

Fourteen fills, three WIPs and a couple of ideas. Have one bingo & am shooting for hopefully one more by finishing the three items below.

* A1 - Harem - crossover with CABB Secret/Forbidden Relationship - Bucky and shrimpy!Steve are both concubines who love each other more than their lord. I poked at this a little for 71 words.

* A4 - Fairy Tale Curse - this seems custom-made for a continuation of Beyond the Beast😁 Nothing written yet, other than some Vague Ideas.

* C3 - FREE - probably using this for Chapter 2 of Half of the Flesh and Blood That Makes Me Whole - a Bucky POV remix of at least the first part of Take What Was Wrong (And Make it Right), which is currently sitting at 454 words. I’m expecting at least one more chapter, possibly two, depending on how far I want to take the remix.

Bucky Barnes Bingo - [BBB_R5] (Ends 10 Jan 2024)

I’ve got seventeen fills, four WIPs, and a couple more Vague ideas.

* U3 - Fireplace - Working on a 1980′s No Powers WinterIron fic set at a ski lodge where Tony’s being wooed by poetry and love letters that Bucky wrote to someone else. Started poking at this as a crossover with a Love Letters prompt and it’s sitting at 129 words.

* C2 - Yelena Belova– The plan is to use this prompt in the next chapter of Peresmešnik, (aka Three Avengers and a Baby), which is currently sitting at 1303 words (600-ish of which are mine).

* C5 - Marriage of Convenience/Pretend Couple - next chapter of Lady Natasha’s Consort and Lord Steve’s Companion. Got a spark of an idea the other day that might get me a bit further on this fic.

* K3 - Magic - Aro!Bucky healing with a kiss idea?

* K4 - Accidental villany - Posted It All Depends Upon Your Appetite last Thursday as a cross over with my BaBB Crackfic square. Inspired by the unhinged Mob AU communal story from the October Discord Party (mobster!Bucky & clueless!Steve plus Clint & Natasha shenanigans) it came in at 653 words.

* Y3 - Alpine - see WIB Iron Soldier combo.

* Y4 - Forgotten Things - using this for Chapter 4 of You Can’t Stop It With a Gun - it’s sitting at 116 words at the moment.

* May Adopted - Insomnia - finally got this filled with The Dead of Night, which also filled a Flash Fiction Friday prompt [#FFF211 An Old Friend] along with my JBB FREE square. It came in at 317 words and will post to Ao3 before this event ends.

* August Adopted: Take the Shot - sounds like a WinterHawk fic to me… maybe cross over with JBB Touch-starved?

Tony Stark Bingo Round 7 - [TSB_R7] (ends 15 Feb)

Eighteen fills and one WIPs, with a couple of ideas in play.

* S1 - Galaxy - possibly use in final chapter of Never More to Go Astray ?

S5 - Old Ghosts - filled this with the Tony Stark Bingo Mark VII November Round Robin fic from last weekend. My part came in at 330 words - will share the link once it gets posted.

* T2 - KINK: Cock-blocking 'bots - I still want to combine this with the Fictober Day 27: prompt "I don't know if they will accept this."

* T5 - Shawarma - possible crossover with SAUB Canon Divergence – Battle of New York-related?

* A2 - KINK: Concubine - possible crossover with SAUB Gentle Dom and SRB Multiple Submissives. I’ve got a fairly fleshed out (so to speak) story in mind (Dom!Tony/sub!Steve/sub!Bucky) - just need to get it on paper.

* A3 - FREE – @SomeSortofItalianRoast and I are looking at collabing on a Steve/Tony/Scott fic - maybe throw in a Comfortember prompt?

* R5 - Doppelganger/Evil Twins - The Flash Fiction Friday prompt [#FFF214 Broken Mirror] got me at least a good start on the idea I’ve been playing with for this square. I posted NamNori on Tumblr and have a general idea of how I want to build on it to also fill my SAUB AU: Crack square. It’s currently sitting at 360 words.

Stony AUniverse Bingo [SAUB_R1] (ends 15 Feb)

Another brand-new bingo I’m helping co-mod! Six fills, three WIPs and several crossover ideas already!

* S1 - Edging - Filled this with Ringing in the New, where Tony makes a suggestion to improve/change up their love life. It’s a crossover with a Flash Fiction Friday prompt: How Do You Use ‘It’? and came in at 324 words - I will post it to Ao3 before the event is over.

* S2 - AU: Crack - see TSB Doppelganger/Evil Twins

* S3 - AU: Wings - possibly Chapter Three of Half of the Flesh and Blood That Makes Me Whole - a Bucky POV remix of at least the first part of Take What Was Wrong (And Make it Right),

* S5 - Accidental Baby Acquisition - see BBB Yelena Belova

* T1 - AU: Fantasy - CoffeeOwl shared a really cool dragon!Steve/indebted!Tony prompt in the ACB Discord server that I may be playing with for this.

* T4 - AU: Canon Divergence - see TSB Shawarma above.

* O2 - Omegaverse - I have a Vague Idea inspired by @kandisheek’s lovely art piece.

* N2 - Mutual Pining - crossover with CABB Royal Knight?

* N3 - Gentle Dom - see TSB KINK: Concubine above

* N5 - AU: Multiple Identities - Posted The Secrets We Keep to Tumblr. It’s a first person alternating POV ficlet with mutual pining (and secret identity) Stony. It came in at 314 words and will get posted to Ao3 before the event ends.

* Y4 - AU: Soulmates - @chrissihr posted a cool idea about Animated soulmarks, where only your SM sees your mark move - may try to do something with this!

Captain (America) Bottom Bingo - Round 2 [CABB] (ends 28 Feb 2024)

I signed up for a 3x3 card for this bingo and have four fills, two WIPs and a couple of crossover ideas.

* A2 - Secret/Forbidden Relationship - see SVB Harem

* B3 - Royal Knight - see SAUB Mutual Pining.

* Nov Adoptable: Sugar Baby - see SVB Sugar Daddy.

Post July Break Bingo [JBB_23p] (Ends Apr 2024)

One fill on my 2x3 non-fandom-specific card - still working on potential crossovers.

* A1 - “It’s you. It’s always been you.” - This might fit in with my TSB Doppelgangers/Evil Twins fill NamNori above :: ponders::

* B2 - Character’s personality is split into two different beings – I’ve never played with Bucky & the Soldier being two different people, but this seems like the perfect opportunity! Will see what might be a good crossover on BBB or WIB (or even SVB)

* C1 - Touch Starved – another good fit for a Bucky-centric fic. (Steve or Tony or Clint) possibly crossover with BBB Take the shot?

Steve Rogers Bingo - Round 3 [SRB_R3] (ends 15 Jun 2024)

One fill - need to ponder possible crossovers, especially with SAUB, SVB & CABB.

* A2 - Age Difference - see SVB B4 - Sugar Daddy

* C5 - Exes to Lovers - crossover with CABB - "B1 - "All I wanted was for you to be happy." – Bucky or Tony as the Ex? SAUB S4 - Arranged Marriage might be an additional crossover

* D1 - Multiple Submissives - Stuckony crossover with CABB - C3 - Bath/shower sex and SAUB Y1 - Pre-Serum Steve Rogers?

Build-A-Bucky Bingo [BaBB_R1]

Another fun year-long event from the folks at @buckybarnesevents! Each month there’s a list of prompts and you choose (at least) one each month for your card!

* November: Crackfic - see BBB K4 - Accidental villany

* December – TBD - probably try for a crossover with SVB.

Warm and Fluffy Bingo - [WFB] (no end date)

Four fills on my card, courtesy of @warmandfluffybingocards - need to try for another crossover or two!

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On other creative fronts: I am working on a Baby Einstein Monet Zebra Stuffed With Character figure for a commission and have gotten the requests from all three Marvel Trumps Hate auction winners - seven figures total!

If you’re looking for one of a kind gifts for birthdays or other celebrations (besides this coming Christmas), check out Stuffed With Character over on Facebook for a full list of my designs (now over 150!). These soft stuffed figures are mostly Marvel and monsters, but I have some Star Wars, Star Trek, DC and Disney figures as well. Plus I love to take custom design requests for any fandom!

#writing stuff #wip wednesday #wip update #shameless self promo

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happy early birthday, looking forward to all the castiel angst! could i ask for prompt #9?

Prompt 9: just play along please

(set in an au s7, post 7x17)

Of course Castiel comes up the idea. It’s hard to argue with the one person who knows the Leviathan better than anyone else. And who also happens to be the same person who released them in the first place. Dean tries not to think of Castiel like that--the doorway through which this deluge of shit entered--but he’s so tired. He’s tired of living in the fractures of a broken world. He’s tired of staining his fingerprints with the blood of those he loves. He’s tired of waking up every day to a new fight when last night’s battlefield hasn’t even been cleared of bodies yet.

So he agrees. Sam and Meg will take out the Levis outside the HQ. Dean, pretending to be his Levi-self will bring Castiel in as a prisoner. Delivering the angel with a bow should be big enough news to bring out all the big shots Levis. Even Dick Roman. Once Dean’s gathered a crowd, Sam and Meg should be in position to rig the emergency sprinklers with Borax.

That’s how it’s supposed to go. Dean plays his part perfectly; he and Castiel get past the front desk, and he drags Castiel down the hall with a fist in his collar. “Just play along,” he whispers as the secretary shows them into the meeting. “Two minutes top and it’ll be raining soap suds.”

Castiel’s handcuffed arms flop ungainly and he nods without a word.

Then they get into the meeting room and the long, wooden desk for boring business executives is gone. Instead there’s a torture rack. The kind that Alastair used. The kind that Dean was--his back stings, his ribs suddenly on fire with the memory. It’s a moment of being thrown off his game. It’s a moment that has the other Levis wrangling Castiel from his grip and pinning him up against the rack.

“What--what’s this?” Dean stammers, making an empty swipe to grab Castiel back. Castiel just looks at him without a trace of panic or confusion. He looks--resigned. Like he’s been expecting to walk into a torture room literally crafted from hell all this time. He doesn’t resist when they tighten the straps around his wrists and ankles and slam his head back.

“Well, you’ve got his memories now, haven’t you? A little birdie told us you’d be bringing us the angel, so Dick had us make this ‘im.” A bearded Levi twirls Castiel's angel blade in his hand and then hands it to Dean. “You get some fun in before we have to kill him.” The Levis crowd behind Dean, all with white-teethed smiles, all shoving him forward. “Come on, give us some proper entertainment here.” “Yeah. Make him scream.” “As long as you leave him alive you can cut him into as many…”

Dean finds himself, blade in hand, towering over a tied-down Castiel who is looking at him steadfastly and nods.

Castiel fucking nods.

Like he’s giving Dean permission to carve him up. And right now Dean can’t tell if it’s because Castiel is trying to go along with the charade or if he genuinely thinks Dean would do it. If Cas--if Castiel has taken all of Dean’s impatient remarks and sharp snips and fashioned them into an understanding that Dean wants revenge for what happened. Revenge on him.

Where the fuck is Sam? Dean throws a glance at the fire alarm above them but there’s nothing. The Levis are at his elbows, shouting for him to “get on with it”. They’re becoming a mob, a mob hungry for blood and violence, and if something doesn’t happen in the next ten seconds both Dean and Castiel are going to be torn to shreds.

Dean brings the tip of the blade to Castiel’s clavicle. Slowly, as if every half second is a year. His mind is spiraling into a blur, trying to think of another way to get them out of this situation.

Castiel shuts his eyes. His fingers curls into fists. His body tenses in preparation for the pain.

And that stops Dean, chokes him up more than anything has in months. His best friend just came back from the dead and now he’s strapped down on a torture rack willing to let Dean hurt him with his own weapon.

He can’t do it. He’s going to turn and fight all the Levis he can until they inevitably surround and devour him. He’s going to--

The alarm above his head goes off, shrill and terrible and glorious as a choir of one thousand angels.

Amid the din of Leviathans screaming and writhing and dissolving Dean moves on instinct. He unbuckles Castiel from the rack and heaves him up from under the arms, hauling him bodily out of the room as if the Borax shower could hurt him. He holds him against his chest as the two half-stagger, half-collapse in the halfway outside. “I’ve got you,” Dean pants, going to his knees to break their fall. His fingers are clenched around fistfuls of trench coat. “I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”

Castiel breathes into his shirt collar, shaking and wet. Dean holds him close a little tighter.

#thanks for asking this i havent written any leviathan stuff before so this was fun to come up with #angelfish birthday #my spn fanfic #angst prompts

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monstrsball · 1 year

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#my headcanons (mainly hq, sometimes mob psycho)

#hq pokemon au (masterpost)

#hq atla au (masterpost)

#single dad!iwa au / #into the kiddoverse

#fic recs (my iwasuga fic recs)

#kennedy liveblogs

sideblog: @hqrarepairtournament

recommend me anime/manga!

#pinned post #the liveblog is more so people can blacklist it if they want to. but uh. you can go through the tag if you want i guess #single dad!iwa au includes just the posts about mikio and iwa #while into the kiddoverse also includes the posts some of my mutuals have made abt their kid ocs... our collaborative universe basically <3

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dufimibusac · 2 years

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kechiwrites · 2 years

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kechiwrites’ kinktober 2022 masterlist

hey...how y’all doin? what a long break, huh? but i’m back, at least for this month with a special halloween feast. this time we’ll have a variety of fandoms, i’m dipping my slutty lil toe into mcu, hxh, jjk, hq!! and others. i’m open to requests as usual, so week IV is open for any muse, if you have a request that falls outside the theming of the week, you may have to wait. three fics a week, every week of the month.

let’s acquaint ourselves with our garden of earthly delights.

♱ week I: goodie grab bag ♱

⭒ denial || mob!au - ushijima wakatoshi

⭒ diligence || restraints + overstimulation - nanami kento

⭒ don’t make me say it || degradation - miya atsumu

♱ week II: let’s make a (xxx) movie ♱

⭒ final girl || slasher!au - steve rogers (dark)

⭒ kerberos || dubcon + foursome - todoroki brothers

⭒ are you still watching || mutual masturbation - ari levinson

♱ week III: orthodoxy ♱

⭒ collegia pietatis || demonic possesion + dumbification - james barnes

⭒ theosis || angel!au - gojo satoru

⭒ lectio divina || cunnilingus + exhibitionism - chrollo lucifer

♱ week IV: monster mash ♱

⭒ into dust || vampyr!(request slot)

⭒ little lamb || werewolf!(request slot)

⭒ head over heels || dullahan!(request slot)

#kinktober #kinktober 2022 #jjk x reader #nanami x reader #gojo x reader #steve rogers x reader #mcu x reader #ari levinson x reader #haikyuu!! x reader #kechiwrites #bnha x reader #dabi x reader #natsuo x reader #shoto x reader #bucky barnes x reader #hxh x reader #chrollo lucifer x reader #ushijima wakatoshi x reader #miya atsumu x reader

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suna-reversed · 3 years

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Mafia AU! Suna x reader ft Miya twins

2k+ word fic

(warnings/tags- fingering, slight degredation, exhibitionism, hair pulling, oral [male receiving], male masturbation, mentions of breeding, mentions of violence, slight yandere themes)

You felt the cool brush of air against your dripping heat as your underwear was pushed to the side, your wetness immediately coming in contact with the growing bulge on the lap that you sat on.

Suna spread his knees further, hands gripping your thighs so that you were on full display to the lust filled hungry eyes of the Miyas. One of his hands came up to play with your exposed breasts that he had hastily pulled out of your dress, not even bothering to unclasp your bra as he opted to simply tear it off.

You leaned back farther against his chest with a sigh as he twisted one of your nipples, a small gasp escaping your lips at his cold touch.

“C’mon pretty girl, don’t keep those sweet moans hidden from us.”

Said an accented voice, followed by the sound of a zipper opening. You knew Atsumu would be the first one to break. Suna had precisely told you so. But you weren’t done with the task at hand just yet.

Suna’s hand on your thigh grazed dangerously close to your heat,

“Speak up doll, tell Atsumu-kun who makes you moan this good.”

Turning your head towards him with a doe-like look in your eyes, you grinded your hips down onto Suna’s hardening member as you replied,

“You daddy- daddy makes me feel so good- ah fuck!” You were cut off by the moan that escaped past your lips as you felt fingers come directly down onto your sensitive little clit, rubbing circles as the hand on your breast continued to toy with your nipples.

Atsumu had fully pulled out his cock from his briefs by now, the tip a shade darker than his skin, oozing with pre-cum as he slowly started to stroke himself.

“Her pretty little cunt is so tight- even after I’ve fucked it hard and deep almost every single night.” Suna growled, two of his fingers slowly entering you causing lewd squelching sounds as he began to pump them.

Your moans synched up with Atsumu’s heavy grunts and breaths, a profanity leaving his lips every now and then as he started to stroke himself faster. You felt the hand on your breast come up to grip your jaw, turning your head towards Atsumu whose eyes were locked onto you as his strokes became slower. Suna brought his fingers to your lips and you instinctively took them in your mouth, sucking on them, your moans being muffled as the fingers stuffed up your cunt moved faster. Your hips bucked up in response as you felt the familiar coil tighten in your stomach,

“Daddy please-fuck- so close...please let me cum!”

“Go ahead doll, cum all around my fingers”

That was all that was needed for you to crumble around the slender fingers inside you, back arching as you felt your own wetness drip down your thighs.

Your release seemed to be the blonde twin’s undoing as he too came with a loud “fuck!”, spurts of his load dripping down the leather material of the sofa he sat on.

You slumped back in Suna’s lap, eyes closing as you steadied your breathing, Suna’s hands coming up to tuck in your breasts back into the dress.

“I sure do hope the show isn’t over yet, is it?”

A shiver went down your spine at the husky foreign voice. You had almost forgotten that he was still there. Timidly opening your eyes, you saw him look at you with a smirk plastered on his face as he swirled around the whiskey in his glass.

“Always the late boomer aren’t you” the other twin said jokingly. You expected the silver haired man to perhaps reply with a snarky comeback. Instead, he sent down a blood chilling glare towards his brother that had even you quivering.

You felt Suna’s thumb rub circles into your thigh, deftly pulling away to tap thrice on your skin. A sign to ask if you were okay. You replied back by tapping his wrist twice. Sighing, you felt Suna sliding you down onto the couch next to him.

“Of course not, how can we finish off without our guest having had...fun” Suna replied smoothly.

Osamu smirked once more, eyes still plastered onto you as he lowly said,

“Well, I’m afraid I’m not as easy to persuade as my brother. I would much rather prefer a...personalised performance.”

A scoff could be heard in the back from Atsumu as you saw Suna’s fox-like eyes narrow, his own lips curling up into a smile and you swore you could’ve pictured him internally smashing the quick-tongued man’s head against the glass table in front of you repeatedly. You slid your hand across his thigh, squeezing twice.

Osamu didn’t miss the gesture.

“Not one to share are you? Afraid your pretty little thing might leave yer balls hanging once she finds better?”

He had said it so nonchalantly. Like a childhood friend passing on an inside joke to his mate. Fucking hell- this man truly had no concern for his own life, you thought to yourself.

You felt the tension in the room as Suna stood up. He wasn’t going to ruin this after what you had just got through, was he? No, you still had to buy more time. You felt him leisurely pick up a glass of drink from the bar counter as he came to stand behind you on the sofa.

“Why would I? You, her and I all know whose cock she’d be screaming on the loudest at the end of the night.” He said, a hand coming down to rest on your shoulder before he continued,

“However...in this case- well, she gets to decide whether she wants some pathetic other cock or not. She does have a thing for always getting new toys-” he paused, ruffling your hair as he mustered up the cheekiest smile possible, “...I do warn you though, they often end up getting thrown away...or even destroyed at times.”

Osamu’s smirk had turned into a clipped smile by now. Atsumu let out a nervous laugh, hoping to ease down the thick veil of tension in the room. Your brain played out all the scenarios in which this situation could turn into an absolute train wreck. So you did the best thing you could have. Looking up, you lightly tugged at Suna’s jacket, making him immediately snap his head towards you,

“Daddy- can- can I?” Your innocent voice seemed to make his own cock twitch, and you knew it had a similar effect on Osamu as you looked back at him shyly. These men were so easy to manipulate once all the blood in their brain flowed down straight to their dicks. You hit the final nail as you continued,

“Don’t want your guests gone without having had fun daddy- I wanna be good for you- for them.”

That made Osamu react out of character for the first time that night as he let out a deep sigh, moving a little to clearly adjust the pressure in his groin. On the other hand, you knew Suna saw through your act. He knew that you’d much rather have these men begging on their knees, and surely not for pleasure. But you had just confirmed your consent, and he did need more time, so he wrapped his ring covered fingers around your throat making you look up at him,

“Okay then- whatever you want doll.”

That was all the signal needed for you to get up, swaying your hips slightly as you walked towards Osamu. He apprehended you with an appreciative gaze as you came to stand right in front of him, before slowly getting down on your knees, moving your hands to place them on his muscular thighs. You heard a “thump” in the background which you assumed was Suna plopping down onto the couch. From the corner of your eye, you could already see that the blonde twin had once again become hard, simply at the gesture of you bending down.

“Still can’t get your full attention, can I ?”

The deep voice snapped you out of your trance as a knuckle brushed across your cheekbone. You looked up at the electrifying man. He had undid a few buttons of his white shirt, revealing his tattoo clad chest. He lightly flicked your nose with his index finger and you felt almost guilty as your core tightened at the subtle gesture.

Batting your eyelashes at him, you slowly slid your hands up to palm him over his growing bulge. You heard the lightest groan escape his throat, and that only spurred on your confidence as you started to unbutton his pants, pulling out his thick girth to slide your thumb across the pre-cum dripping off his tip. Pumping his length a few times, you leaned forward to lick a long stripe from the base up his shaft, stopping at the top to suck on his tip. That single move had almost broken his stoic demeanour as he bucked his hips up, a loud groan leaving his mouth as his fingers came to tangle themselves in your hair. Taking as much of him as possible, you let him set the pace as he rocked your head around his huge girth. Tears welled up in your eyes as he hit the back of your throat, but you continued sucking, drool falling out of your mouth mixed with his pre-cum as a string of moans left his mouth. Your hands came up to stroke what you couldn’t take inside your mouth. You pulled up to suck on his sensitive tip once more before going back to taking him deep in your throat.

“Fuck-fuck I’m close”

You hummed around his cock, intent on breaking one of the most dangerous men in the district, but a whine left you as your head was harshly pulled back by your hair, Osamu’s own frustration being signified by a loud groan.

“Only I cum in her mouth” Suna said possessively, “- continue stroking him baby”

Osamu was shooting daggers at the dark haired man standing protectively behind you. But his attention was ripped away from the violent thoughts as he felt your hands stroking him so well- fuck- he could’ve cum right there as he looked at your fucked out face, your hair mused by his administrations, lips swollen and dried tear stains marking your face. You were the most beautiful thing he had ever laid his eyes on. He wanted to ruin you, and he promised himself he’d make you his, no matter what it takes.

You had looked up at Osamu and felt his gaze darken, almost a tint of madness behind it as you continued to stroke him. You felt his climax approaching as his legs began to shake and his moans got louder, pumping him harder and faster, you moved one hand to brush your thumb against his tip knowing he liked it. And it worked as it snapped the restraint in him as he let go, spurting out thick layers of his cum all over his pants and your hands.

“Thank you angel” he had murmured, and Suna’s patience had finally run thin as he had pulled you up, giving you a tissue for you to clean yourself. You noticed Atsumu had managed to finish once more too as he grabbed a box of tissues for himself. You were barely able to meet the eyes of the other twin as Suna had thrown his suit jacket over your shoulders, pushing you out and instructing his bodyguards to escort you to your room, where you had immediately passed out from the exhaustion of all the events of the night.

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Your eyes fluttered open to a hand caressing the back of your head and a strong tattooed arm wrapped around your waist.

“Did it go well?” You mumbled against his chest.

Suna looked down at you, eyes filled with adoration and an emotion you couldn’t quite figure out.

“It did. Kita managed to meet up with the mole in their gang while they were busy with us. The diamonds were easily switched with the fake copies after that.” You sighed in relief, putting your head on his chest, “And by the time the Miyas do realise what has happened, they’d be way out of the province and surrounded by Ushijima and his gang.”

“But...what if they realise it before they’ve left, are you su-”

Your worries were cut off with a deep kiss pressed to your lips. You returned it with equal intensity, a small giggle escaping your lips. But your smile faded as you looked back at the glassy eyes of your lover.

“You’re mine, okay?” He mumbled while peppering kisses against your forehead. You were completely thrown off by his statement, surely he couldn’t believe that you’d ever choose anyone else over him?

“Please tell me you’re mine”

Your heart cracked at his plea laced with desperation. You immediately responded by kissing him once again, moving your leg across his and pulling yourself over so that you were straddling his lap.

“I’m yours-only yours” you mumbled against his lips. Your admission set something feral off in him as he growled into your mouth. Your mind flashed to a particular set of cerulean blue eyes for just the fraction of a second. You threw aside the intrusive thought as your lover’s hands came down to knead your ass, and you felt his member poke against the inside of your thigh,

“Can’t wait to fuck you full of my cum princess- gonna make you cum over and over again until you’re begging me to stop.”

Fuck, you’d put your life on the line everyday if this is what you got at the end of it.

-extra cut below-

“Who were they taken by?”

“Shiratorizawa. 8 dead”

“My brother?”

“They’ve kept him separate for now. Most likely for hostage money.”

“So that’s how they play huh?”

“We’ll help you fix it, after all, our gangs didn’t come to a peace agreement for nothing. At least we still have you...which does bring me to the question, why did you decide to stay back?”

“I had something I had to...take care of.”

The silver haired man clenched his jaw, looking down at the collar engraved with the word “angel” across it. A deranged smile spread across his face,

“You know what? I think I’m gonna deal with this by myself. That brat ‘Tsumu needs some manners beaten into him anyways.” He paused, “Do me a favour though Bokuto- get me all the information possible on that fucker Rintarou- everywhere he goes, who he meets, his personal cars, owned clubs, his close relations.”

“You got it.”

Oh, he was gonna have so much fun hunting down his innocent little dove

A/N: thank you so SO much for 500 followers!! Planning a kink-list event at 700!

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sunflw3rs · 4 years

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help me please:$

Hello, my people, I'm about to write a Haikyuu AU Mafia where the ships are all rarepairs, but right now I don't know with who I should ship Akaashi. I mean Bokuto is with Shirofuku and Konoha, Kuroo with Tsukki and the pretty Kenma is with Lev, so can you lend me a hand and help me? :( I'll always love you for the eternity <3

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #hq #akaashi #Akaashi Keiji #ao3 #hq!!#au mafia #mafia #mob #au mob #au yakuza #haikyuu au mafia #bokuaka #rarepairs #kuroaka #akatsuki #akaken #i dont knou man help me

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pandorem · 7 years

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And some Cousins!Au headcanons because I am trash

-Mob is the ONLY Kageyama cousin who is even remotely interested in girls.

-Ritsu was a little nervous once he started suspecting that liking girls wasn't something that would come with puberty like all the adults said. Not because he truly thought Mob, at least, would react badly, but it's always at least a little scary and Ritsu will find ways to stress out about things no matter what.

-still, he's incredibly relieved when he figures out that Tobio-nii-San is the same, and even more relieved when he figures out that gender doesn't matter to Nii-San much.

-Tobio was never disappointed in Ritsu for not joining a sports club, despite his athletic prowess. It's important to him that people work their hardest and give it their all, yes, but only if it's something they are passionate about.

-So he is incredibly proud of Ritsu when he finds out his powers had awakened, not because psychic powers mean anything to him, but because he knows it's important to Ritsu and that Ritsu will do his best to improve.

-Similarly, he is very proud of Shigeo when he joins the body improvement club. Not because it's an athletics club, but because Shigeo found something to be passionate about and strive for.

-Tobio has met Reigen exactly once. He absolutely 100% believes that he is a Real Psychic. It would never occur to him to question it. (Ritsu despairs, but what else is new).

#yes I will spread my queer headcanons all over this au #because I relate to all these boys way to much #I hc Tobio as hella gay #though still mostly more interested in volleyball #Ritsu I vacillate between seeing him as gay or as aro/ace so for now I kept it ambiguous #and Mob is pan as he falls in love with people and not genders #I am imagining the hellfire of Tobio meeting Teru or Shou for the first time tho...#cousins au #Kageyama Ritsu #Kageyama Tobio #Kageyama Shigeo #mob psycho 100 #mp100 #haikyuu!!#hq!!#crossover #reigen arataka

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imnotoikay · 7 years

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IWAOI MOB AU Chapter 4

(I realized I never posted this because I’m the worst)

A King of A Different Kind: Mature (rating will go up)

Description: Iwaoi Mafia Au. Based off the Italian Mob structure not Yakuza. Iwa is the mob bosses son and he has some explaning to do. After being Oikawa’s childhood best friend and keeping his family’s buisness a secret Oikawa discovers the truth shortly after their college graduation. Oikawa decides an insane life with Iwaizumi is better than one without him and must now face the challenges of his life being turned completely upside as he dives head first into the world of criminals.

Sample Chapter 4 Below:

“So you’re just never going to tell him?”

“No Kuroo I’m not.”

“And you’re just going to die alone.”

“Yep.”

Kuroo howled from the backseat and pulled a joint out of his suit pocket,

“What are you doing?”

“Oh Christ Iwa are you my parole officer?”

“Yeah I fucking am. You know you aren’t supposed to use anything it could set you back-“

“Dude chill, its one joint!”

“Marjuana is gateway drug,” Bokuto starred at him with a serious expression.

“Fuck okay god!” Kuroo rolled his window down and threw the joint to the wind, “If either of you tells the Boss about this your dead. Especially you daddy’s little girl.”

Iwaizumi rolled his eyes and found himself speeding up as he drove down the long forest road. He normally enjoyed traveling for jobs, and under a normal circumstance being surrounded by nothing but forest and his best friends would have made him ecstatic.

But too much had changed in the past four years of college.

Bokuto had a boyfriend that was also probably one of the scariest mercenaries he had ever known.

Kuroo was sober. Or trying to be. God was he using again? Fuck.

And Iwaizumi and Oikawa were seeing each other.

But not dating.

It was complicated.

“You’re already at the sex part so why would he say no to a relationship?”

“Some people enjoy casual sex,” Kuroo sighed as he unbuckled his seat belt and spread out on the back seats.

“Yeah but…I don’t know I would not want to have casual sex with Iwa,” Bokuto frowned looking out the dashboard window.

A few seconds passed in silence because Kuroo erupted into screaming laughter. “HOLY SHIT BO! SAY IT RIGHT TO HIS FACE!”

“Yeah Jesus Bokuto,” Iwaizumi couldn’t help but chuckle at Kuroo’s intense howl from the backseat, “You don’t have to worry about it man I’ll stay way over here.”

Bokuto tried to hold his frown but it was nearly impossible when Kuroo got laughing the way he was now,

“That’s not what I meant! I just meant-“

“WAIT I’M SORRY NO!” Kuroo chocked out from the backseat. He was gripping his stomach and tears were streaming down his eyes, “GIVE ME A MINUTE!”

A minute turned into four hours of Kuroo snickering through the entire deal—which almost got them shot.

And then giggling through the secondary deal—which DID get them shot at.

In fact, it wasn’t until the sixth hour and they were about two blocks from Iwaizumi’s apartment that Kuroo was ready to finish the conversation.

“Can we get some pizza I’m DYING,” Kuroo groaned from the back seat.

“If you put your clothes back on we can consider it,” Iwaizumi grunted as he quickly changed lanes to head towards their favorite pizza place.

Kuroo groaned but found his black t-shirt and a pair of black sweat pants that definitely did not belong to him, but would work.

“I just wore those to the gym and they are not clean.”

“What the fuck ever,”

“I have Febreeze!” Bokuto practically leaped out of his seat and pulled a small travel spray of Febreeze out before presenting it to Kuroo.

Iwaizumi and Kuroo starred at the bottle that Bokuto had miraculously pulled out of his pocket as if it were the key to the universe.

“Dude,” Kuroo whispered,

“Why do you have that?” Iwaizumi asked quietly as he slowed to a stop outside the pizza parlor.

“Because Akaashi always wants to go out for dinner after work so I used to give him my clothes from the car but then he said those smell because most of the time they are dirty but don’t tell him that so I just started carrying Febreeze because then he doesn’t have an excuse and I get to see him in my clothing like 24/7.”

Iwaizumi and Kuroo starred at him in awe for a solid three minutes and Bokuto began to shuffle under their glances.

“Is that weird?” Bokuto asked.

“Extremely,”

“Oh yeah,”

“But genius,”

“INVENTIVE!”

They both clapped him on the back and Kuroo sprayed himself down with Febreeze.

And then Iwaizumi

And then Bokuto.

In fact they had invented and completed a full Febreeze ceremony which involved chanting, spraying, and carrying Bokuto into the pizza place over their heads with ceremonious grunting.

They sat at their usual table in the back and before long three pizzas were presented to them. They thanked their waiter, the owner, profusely and began diving in.

“Hey Bo,” Kuroo asked before shoveling two stacked slices in his mouth, “why won’t you have casual sex with Iwa?”

Bokuto and Iwaizumi chocked and before long Kuroo was laying across the booth holding his stomach tears streaming down his eyes.

“I’m going to explain!” Bokuto laughed,

“Please do!” Iwaizumi grunted taking a long sip of his orange soda.

“You being the son of a mob boss,” he whispered intensely which cause Kuroo and Iwaizumi to only laugh harder, “Stop Stop! I’m serious! If I knew that, I wouldn’t want anything casual! Too much risk! It’s all or nothing!”

Kuroo took a deep breath, regaining composure, “Yeah well Oikawa does not have that issue.”

Bokuto arched an eyebrow at him, “Whatcha mean?”

“He doesn’t know.”

Bokuto gaped at Kuroo and then at Iwaizumi,

“Shut up Bokuto it’s not like you can just say that to someone!”

“Especially when you’ve been lying about it for what fifteen years now?” Kuroo hummed into his next slice,

“Not by choice Kuroo.”

“Iwa that is so fucked up! First day out the gate Akaashi knew I was in the business!”

“That’s because you met him on a job dipshit!” Iwaizumi grumbled and stood up, “Would you really have told him if he was a stranger? Would you really bring him into this?”

Kuroo and Bokuto stared at him in silence,

“Yes.” Bokuto said after a heated thirty seconds, “I love him, and you love Oikawa, and at the end of the day that love trumps all of this…I would walk away in a second for Akaashi, and so would Kuroo-“

“Yeah well I can’t do that! I’m his fucking son where am I going to go! Even if I left they would all find me. Kill me. Kill him! Where the fuck do I go if he doesn’t want this!” Iwaizumi growled throwing his chair into the table, “Find your own way home.”

. _ _ _ _ _

“If this is going to work I need you to be completely honest with me.”

That was the first thing Oikawa had said when he knocked on Iwaizumi’s apartment door.

And that was why they were doing this—well not literally this, Iwaizumi thought pulling on a pair of dark wash jeans, but why they were getting dressed and going to his father’s house.

His real, genuine, gigantic, remote, house.

Iwaizumi ran a nervous hand through his short hair.

“Is it that bad?” Oikawa asked with a smile from the other side of the room. He was wearing light jeans and a tucked in white button down. The contrast between his practically glowing figure and the black duvet cover made Iwaizumi think of a painting. Oikawa was breathtaking, remarkable. He inhaled sharply and sat on the other side of the bed. He heard Oikawa shift and smiled at the feeling of his long fingers slowly massaging his bare shoulders,

“It’s not you I’m worried about,”

The press of Oikawa’s tone frame pressed against his back was devastatingly distracting,

“Who are you worried about?” Oikawa whispered into his ear causing Iwaizumi to arch his eyebrow.

“What are you up to?”

He could feel Oikawa’s smirk burning into the back of his head as Oikawa placed a soft kiss on his ear lobe,

“What ever do you mean?”

“Ms. Robinson I think you’re trying to seduce me,” Iwaizumi smiled allowing Tooru to plant trailing kisses down his neck and onto his shoulders,

“No, I’m just trying to relax you,” Oikawa whispered in between kisses,

Iwaizumi laughed loudly, “You’re insatiable.”

“Maybe~” Oikawa lightly grabbed Iwaizumi’s chin turning his face to place a firm kiss on his lips. He pulled away slightly before returning. Iwaizumi’s smile making the kiss mostly Oikawa kissing and Iwaizumi giggling, “You’re not kissing me,” Oikawa sang teasingly,

“I’m just trying to relax you,” Iwaizumi laughed as Oikawa swatted at his shoulder playfully,

“Rude Iwa-chan!”

Oikawa’s complaint was cut off as Iwaizumi skillfully stood and tackled Oikawa backwards onto the king size.

Oikawa laughed as he peppered light kisses across Oikawa’s face, holding him steadily between his two hands.

“You’re so playful today Iwa!”Oikawa laughed causing Iwaizumi to freeze, shifting back so his weight was placed on his knees which were placed on either side of Oikawa’s hips.

“I’m happy.” He sighed heavily and lazily traced his hand across Oikawa’s shirt “I’m just really happy that you came back.”

Oikawa’s face scrunched, “I didn’t come back,” Iwaizumi looked back at him, his face looked desperate like Oikawa was holding his life in his hands. Oikawa sat up kissing Iwaizumi softly in one fluid motion, “I never left,” his fingers trailed down Iwaizumi’s bare chest slowly causing Iwaizumi to suck in a deep breath, “but I do think I made the right decision.” His fingers stopped above the button of Iwaizumi’s jeans causing the other man to grind into the touch subconsciously.

“You’re not worried?” Iwaizumi asked as he leaned forward to begin kissing and sucking on the exposed portion of Oikawa’s neck. His favorite.

“N-no. I know I’m safe with you.” Oikawa slid his hand slowly back up Iwaizumi’s chest, “And the dangerous aspect is a little sexy if I’m honest.”

Oikawa quickly dropped his hands down to pop open is lover’s jean button, but Iwaizumi swatted his hands away,

“We are going to be late.”

Oikawa frowned, “We can be quick.”

Iwaizumi arched his eyebrow at Oikawa but placed his hands back,

“Five minutes,” He mumbled into Oikawa’s neck.

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