#street gang au

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

Wait-

What about your Human AU, when does Eddie get into the lake?!

uhhhh *rolls dice* the group gets Shitfaced™️ and Eddie wakes up on a partially flooded raft in the middle of yeah, the lake <3 no idea how he got there <3

#lake's too big to be able to swim to shore so he has to awkwardly paddle the inflatable raft #everybody else is scattered around #barnaby is in a tree. wally is cuddling a raccoon. frank is draped over a tall boulder. julie is buried up to her neck. etc #it was a wild night and no one recalls what happened but sally now owns a horse #also eddie wakes up in full drag. he was Not in drag when the night started #rambles from the bog #wh modern human au #the gang doesnt normally go out to drink bc julie always ropes them into a drinking game #poppy Was the designated driver but then they were all like 'ohhh we can get an uber if you want One margarita or somethn' #but poppy has Major lightweight vibes #so that one margarita got her tispy enough to be like 'screw it get me another' and next thing you know! #they're all singing impromptu karaoke on the street corner #& waking up by a random lake in a forest they do Not recognize <3 #oh or maybe eddie wakes up in an inner tube #like his arms are draped over the sides and thats the only thing keeping him from slippin under the water #when he gets to the shore his wig & shoes are gone. his dress is soaked. his makeup is a smeared running mess. hungover as hell #frank has never been more attracted to a man in their life <3

[lenofiga]

#mahoyaku #nero turner #bradley bain #now sea rover squama is on the better side of the spectrum compared to the other april fool's AUs #and was sorta a glimpse of ther relationship in their early bandit days #fun fun sea adventure involving saving the world until akira woke up from their dream #and once again we were reminded that reality wasn't as simple anymore #as for the other events #in vollmond academy they were childhood friends and led a gang together #until nero started getting sick of bradley's dangerous activities #delinquent wars and street fighting and so on with no sign of stopping #and it was the school merger that opened the opportunity for nero to pursue a more ordinary path #that reminded him that this was an option available #a way out of the life he didn't want anything to do with anymore if not for bradley #in gekka youitan they were former tengu bandits who now run a popular restaurant in town #but they had to fight three days and nights straight to convince bradley to quit #though even that wasn't so successful because he's still in the bandit business doing it behind nero's back #and they both must know #both are probably aware that whatever peace they're experiencing at the moment is temporary at best #my memory of pararoi is sorta vague but the background? is similar #with bradley salvaging nero from being scrapped and taking him in as his assistroid even though he's known to hate them iirc #the whole android-human thing practically screams angst yknow #and of course there's the main story #the two of them will have to one day settle their past #and nero's 'betrayal' #how bradley taught him what he knew and figuratively shared his soul with his partner #hoping he'd take pride in it #but in the end his partner didn't want what he had to give and instead ran away #and he'll have to 'punish' nero otherwise bradley wouldn't be himself anymore #until it gnaws on his soul

[haihaihaitani]

Adrenaline ~ *Ken Ryuguji*

Summary: You have some brand new toys you want to show off to Draken. He’s more than impressed with one of them. You can’t wait to show him what you can do with it!

Pairing: Ken Ryuguji X G/N!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Oneshot

Word Count: 1305

Warning: swearing, reckless driving, one vague death threat, a get out of jail free card

Masterlist

Taglist: @soulangel​

A/N: Inspired by the song Adrenaline by Shinedown

“Wow.”

“You like it?”

“Like it?” Draken shrugged. “It’s alright I guess.”

Your jaw dropped. “You guess? C’mon! She’s gorgeous! And she was made for the streets! I plan on winning so much money with her!”

He shrugged. “Sure, I mean, I guess you could. But she’s not perfect.”

Pouting, you crossed your arms. “Fine, smart guy. What’s wrong with her?”

You watched closely as Draken examined your bike carefully. “She’s just… I don’t know, wrong. She’s just wrong.”

With a huff, you leaned over the bike and batted your eyelashes at him. “So you’ll fix her for me?”

Ruffling your hair, he smirked. “In your dreams kid.”

You grit your teeth. “Then would you like to buy her from me?”

“I thought you said you were going to make a lot of money off of her?”

“Yeah! I thought so too! But if the best motorcycle mechanic in all of Japan says she’s wrong, I’m going to listen to him and say she’s wrong too.”

Draken rolled his eyes. “I could take her, fix her up nice and good for you if that’s what you want.”

“It’s not what I want. It’s what’s best for Toman.” You explained with a cheeky smile. “If I can’t win with her, I can’t give any money to Toman. So if you want her, you can have her.”

“Oh alright! I’ll take a look at her when I have the time.”

Squealing with delight, you slipped around the bike and hugged Draken tightly. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

“Alright, knock it off already.” He muttered, but he didn’t make a move to push you off of him.

Instead, you let go of your own accord. With a cheerful grin, you grabbed his hand. “I almost forgot to show you my other surprise! See, I bought this bike with my own, hard won money. But this other beauty I have, I won her off a street race last week! I want to take you for a ride around town with her because she is the real stunner in my collection of fine motor vehicles!”

You didn’t even give a chance to ask what you were talking about. Instead, you showed him your new cherry red hotrod. You giggled as his jaw dropped. Honestly, you should have shown him your new pride and joy before the bike, but semantics.

“Well? What do you think?”

“What do I think?” He breathed. “I think you should’ve started with her.”

You laughed and waved him off. “You’re right, you’re right. But Cherry Bomb deserves to be the grand finale. So what do you say? Wanna go for a ride?”

“You’re kidding right?”

Jumping into the front seat, you put the keys in the ignition. Draken ran his hand over the dashboard in complete awe over the craftsmanship. You couldn’t help but beam with pride.

“It’s all hand-crafted. I verified with a dealer. I also had her recently detailed and cleaned. Had to go way out of town to get it done because there are only two verified details in the whole country that work on cars like this.”

“That must have been expensive.”

Again, you waved him off. “It’s worth it. She’ll be my showgirl for a while and then when she’s ready, I’m going to take her to more high society street races. I’ll let her run some laps before putting her back on the showman’s circuit.”

“Yeah, you’ll definitely be able to sneak into high society races in this.” He assured you. “But to win, you gotta see how she runs.”

With a devilish grin, you put the car into drive. “Then you better hold on to something.”

And just like that, you blasted off like a rocket. You weren’t kidding when you told him to hold onto something. While he looked slightly concerned for your mental health, you just laughed. This was going to be so fun!

Zooming through the city, you made quick, sharp turns and flew past other cars. Most people would have trouble navigating the streets of Tokyo like this. But you were a professional drag racer. You knew what you were doing. And even though Draken looked scared out of his mind, you knew he knew you knew what you were doing. He trusted you, even if he didn’t look like he did right now.

It wasn’t long before you heard police sirens coming after you. Glancing at Draken, who slightly shook his head no, you floored it. His knuckles turned white as he held onto the dashboard. But you just kept laughing. This was the fun part. Nothing like running circles around the cops, only to pull out your secret weapon when the heat got close enough to burn.

And that happened right when you reached the edge of Tokyo. Carefully, you pulled over and rolled down your window. The cop came up to you and you flashed a bright smile.

“Hi officer! How can I help you?”

“Do you know how fast you were going?”

“No. Can you tell me?”

He didn’t look impressed by your answer, his tone sharp as he addressed you, “You were going almost three times over the speed limit. You could have killed someone and yourself with your reckless driving. I need you to step out of the car right now.”

Leaning against the window frame, you batted your eyelashes. “Aw, c’mon. Can’t you overlook this little misunderstanding? See, I didn’t hit or kill anyone. If anything, you should be impressed with how carefully I weaved through traffic. I did some pretty good driving back there.”

“Is this a joke to you?”

You shook your head, eyes wide. “Oh, no sir! See, I think the rules of the road are very important! That’s why I was very careful going almost three times over the speed limit! I would never intentionally try to hit someone! I can promise you that!”

“Get out of the car now or I will be forced to remove you from the vehicle with extreme prejudice.” He snapped.

With a sigh, you grabbed your wallet and pulled out a card before waving it in front of his face. You kept your smirk to yourself as all the color drained from his face. “Does this help?”

“Y-you…” He trailed off before tipping his hat. “My mistake! I must have pulled over the wrong person! You have a good night now!”

And he ran off and drove away just as fast.

Draken glared at you. “What the hell was that?”

You shrugged. “Well, I’m not a real member of Toman and Mikey will never let me join no matter how much I try and sweet talk him. So I had one of the guys make me a Toman ID card. I would have liked a snazzy jacket like the rest of you have. But Takashi won’t do shit for me without Mikey’s permission.”

He shook his head. “You’re fucking crazy.”

“Yeah, I’m absolutely mental.” You winked at him. “But you love me like that, don’t you?”

A dusting of pink fell on his cheeks and he looked away. “Whatever.”

“So what did you think of the car? She runs pretty great, doesn’t she?”

He sighed. “Yeah, I have to admit. She’s a pretty awesome car. Just don’t wreck her.”

You gasped in faux shock. “Just who do you think you’re talking to? I am super careful! I would never destroy her, not that easily!”

“Hey I’ve seen the way you drive. I have every right to be worried.”

You rolled your eyes, shifting the car back into drive. “Oh relax. You haven’t seen anything yet. So if I were you, I’d hold onto something again.”

And you raced back to Draken’s bike shop, him regretting ever meeting you and you laughing your head off the entire way.

#Tokyo Revengers #Tokyo Revengers Fanfiction #Tokyo Revengers Oneshot #Anime #Anime Fanfiction #Anime Oneshot #Tokyo Manji Gang #Ken Ryuguji #Ken Ryuguji X Reader #Ken Ryuguji Fanfiction #Ken Ryuguji Oneshot #Ken Ryuguji Fluff #Draken #Draken X Reader #Draken Fanfiction #Draken Oneshot #Draken Fluff #Street Racer #Street Racer AU #Oneshot #Fluff #Angst

[green-meanies]

@dingusships @snobgoblin he is finished

I went for more of a gamer nerd since Ace already covers the typical nerd aesthetic lol. Plus, Snake always struck me as a gamer of sorts.

In this AU he's always trying to get people to play D&D with him. He always has books and dice at the ready in the event anyone even remotely expresses interest

He goes by Sanford because c'mon, it just fits

Still has a lisp, but it's caused by his braces

Not pictured: every handheld game console you could think of. How he's able to keep all of them on his person is a mystery

He and Ace get into intellectual arguments, especially when it comes to game rules (Ace follows "rules as written", while Snake follows "rules as intended")

#I had to add my own nerdy touch to this I'm sorry 😂 #Snake #powerpuff girls #gangreen gang #powerpunk girls #ppnkg au #sanford d ingleberry #snake ppg #street art #this took longer than I hoped it would 😩 #back to requests now

[tblsomedoodles]

Leo: you didn't think to say anything about this purple dragons thing until now?!

Angie: hey, I told you and Raph that I thought Donnie joined a gang, what did either of you do about it?

Donnie is just torn by the fact that not only did his baby brother think he joined a gang, he also thought he was handling said gang, on his own, for months.

Leo and Raph just thought he was joking lol

Donnie's just like

Donnie: You really thought i was in a gang?

Angie: Honestly, i thought you accidentally joined a gang, found out it was a gang, then started started taking the entire organization apart brick by brick for the audacity of trying to trick you into joining their gang.

Donnie: What?!

Leon: No, i can see it.

Raph nodds

Donnie: Do you have no faith in me?

Angie: The fact i thought that's what was happening and wasn't concerned for your safety, should tell you exactly how much faith i have in you. You're a scary mf when you want to be.

thank you! : )

#asks #tmnt #rottmnt #adopted au #on a side note #i am very much of the opinion that Donnie could single handedly take down an entire 03 PD sized street gang on his own #in the matter of weeks #without breaking a sweat #i've actually got a fic i'm working on where he pretty much does exactly that #Donnie is a force to be reckoned with #and the only thing keeping him from being a shear chaotic force of destruction #is his brothers keeping him grounded #anyways #thanks for coming to my ted talk in the tags

[sadbi-hours]

Title: Circa 1666 ~ a grim history of the Shadyside & Sunnyvale killers~

Pairing: Nick Goode/Ziggy Berman

Word Count: 925

Rating: SFW(ish)

Image Credits: Banner made by me with the help of PicsArt and Google Images

Created For:

@anyfandomgoesbingo: Custom Card- Zicky Ship- I3- "I can't tell you the secret, because I don't know the secret."

@anyfandomkinkbingo: N1- "You don't have to be gentle with me, I don't break easily."

@mfbingo: I4-First...

@fandombingo: I4- "I was never meant to survive that."

"I was never meant to survive that." Ziggy rasped, her voice rough from the nightmares the nurses said she had been having late at night. Of what? Nightwing, her sister, or Tommy Slater, I didn't know.

But I wished I could kiss them away. I cleared my throat. Stop it...stop being a creep.

"But you pulled me back," She sat up in her bed, her wounds woven deep into her skin, peeking her hospital gown--and I had to look away. I thought she never looked more beautiful.

"How?" She asked, pulling me from my thoughts and back onto the moment at hand. How had he saved Ziggy Berman. Sheer force of will? Some mysterious power? Love?

I shrugged. I only gave her CPR.

Ziggy scowled.

Some of the stitches on her face from Harry Rooker pulled with her frown and threatened to split open again. "You don't have to be gentle with me," she hissed with that familiar fire I had gotten used to seeing from her all summer long. "I don't break easily."

"I can't tell you the secret, because I don't know the secret." I glared back at her. "I only gave you CPR."

I only gave her CPR.

Imagine this:

What if Nick hadn't lived his whole childhood being told that he was the heir apparent to a dark secret? Or at least, not in the way this story originally goes.

No, Nick was given a book on his fifteenth birthday, the same year his father would later commit suicide after passing on the Goode legacy...

Nick would learn that year that neither his family nor Sarah Fier are responsible for carrying on a dark secret that has gripped Shadyside... and Sunnyvale... as a whole, for the last few centuries.

Solomon Goode never sold his soul to the devil or famed Sarah Fier, but instead he and Sarah fought side by side to save the union from a much darker force... but ultimately had failed.

Leaving a foul curse behind, that every first born Goode has tried to stop since. To put an end to the selling of poor souls to feed a predator. To finally defeat the thing that grows and feeds on their small town, a horror that spreads. It's not man-made by some witch and warlock, but by something as old as time that's become rooted deep into the fabric of their community... and has always been hungry for both Shadysiders and Sunnyvaler blood, alike.

Because in Shadyside and Sunnyvale, sometimes the kids and the adults; the downtrodden and the rich, they all equally have been known to randomly snap.

There's no avoiding it, you can only push misfortune...or boredom... on someone for so long before that person breaks beyond repair is what has always been said, or at least in the news, that's dubbed them as Murder Capital USA.

In 1666, it was Cyrus Miller and the eyeless children.

In 1904, a simple minded grifter come to town and one day just drowned and gutted women.

1922, Billy Barker murdered his siblings with a baseball bat.

1935, The Humpty Dumpty Killer collected his victim's skin like jigsaw pieces and put them back together again.

1953, Harry Rooker was named Sunnyvale's first serial killer, whose lust for the blood of the young and attractive housewives of Sunnyvale knew no bounds.

1965, Ruby Lane went into a deep depression and seemingly decided to kill all her friends at a slumber party before taking her own life.

And then in 1978, the newest town killer hit Nick Goode's life a little too close to home. He knew Thomas Slater, worked with him during the summers at Camp Nightwing, hung out with him, Cindy, and Alice by the lake and smoked weed and drank beers after all of the campers had gone to sleep.

Nick knew Thomas Slater. He would never just snap... not like he did. Murdering some many camp counselors and children. That wasn't the Tommy that Nick knew him to be.

But no one else is to blame for the murders Nick witnessed at Camp Nightwing, or who had induced the terror that will stay with him forever-- but what haunts him, isn't only the butchered children but the lifeless bodies of the Berman sisters.

Both the one he couldn't save, and the one he did...

He didn't know Ziggy Berman, at least not like he always wanted to. He'd only ever saw her from afar. Always a ball of anger and fire, a red beacon in his dull and meaningless world. He's always had a crush on her...

But he thought he'd truly never get to know Ziggy Berman. Not like he's gotten to over the last sixteen years of their friendship.

He guessed when trying to recount the entire history of the Shadyside and Sunnyvale and its killers and stop a curse at the same time, you end up getting to know someone real well.

And it's not like he minds...

Besides, it's not just him and Ziggy forever, trying to figure out what grips their small slice of the world...

After the latest masked killer terrorizes their local mall, a group of teens that are affected by the tragedy come to them with their own evidence to figure out the purpose of the curse and how to stop it once and for all...

And really, with two emotionally constipated adults and a group of feisty teens, what could possibly go wrong?

They may even finally crack the origins of the curse wide open and end it.

#anyfandomgoesbingo #anyfandomkinkbingo #mfbingo #fandom bingo #fear street #nick x ziggy #nick goode #ziggy berman #and the rest of the gang #nick is a librarian in this #good boi nick #still recluse ziggy #but she's still her ole firey self #requited feelings #the two of them just record history and pine for each other #while also trying to deal with trauma and break a curse #and the kids try playing matchmaker #while trying to also break a curse #kind of an 'it' au

[retiredspy-timeline-cross-au]

Always had a theory that scout and his brothers were Italian mobsters so his Ma being one too would make sense haha!

You know this is how she raised her sons

#tf2 #tf2 au #scout's ma #I've also absorbed the headcanon that most of--if not all but scout--her boys were “adopted” (taken in off the street or from bad homes). #and that same mentality just lead to one thing and then another #and she's from TF2 world's Boston so you know she's got no issue getting her hands dirty to get things she wants #in the AU Spy actually 'cleaned up' the neighborhood gangs instead of taking over them. so AU mom never took over. #lore

[cha0ticr0b0tic]

your honor in my defense i can’t help it, i’m the silliest goofiest guy i know

#mean streets gang #road trip au #that was fun

[skepticalkoi-catastrophe]

|Come Closer| Kuroo Tetsurou x Blackfem!reader

The following fanfic is an inspired spin-off of Deciphered by @hoeneymilktea, The Sunrise, and Your Sins by @leia505 , and fanart by @aikk00 . Pls, check them out as well as other spin-off authors. Comments, Reblogs, and Shares are heavily appreciated. I hope you enjoy~ ♡

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Chapter [005] Wish it More

Subway doors clang shut at the Toranomon Hills Station via the Hibiya Line. Kuroo texts you and says he's waiting at the next station's platform. You have your headset on one ear, the other somewhat hanging off to hear any upcoming announcements. Your mouth quirks at its corners as you notice a toddler sitting across from where you are, babbling and reaching for you.

Sunlit clouds drift through the clear skies, casting radiant lambency out the windows of the train. Its beams turn your irises into sunny versions of themselves. When Kuroo said he'd see you today, you didn't think you'd wake up to brunch delivered at your doorstep from your favorite café you thought closed many summers back. He first took you there after his morning practice as a thank-you for accompanying him during volleyball training camp.

You’re pulled out of your reverie as your stop, Kasumigaseki Station, is announced as the next stop. You wish the toddler goodbye with a wink and a wave, seeing their teeny tiny hand wave bye back to you. Waiting by the candy cane-striped line for safety at the edge of the track, train schedules and map routes are posted on the wall along with digital signs announcing the estimated arrival time for the next train.

"Y/n!" Kuroo stumbled to a halt. "I'm so glad you had some time to do this with me."

"Lucky for you I've got all the time in the world, Tetsurou."

He's decked out in a white Chicago Bulls jersey and khaki cargo pants, an acid wash jean jacket wrapped around his waist. Red, white, and black retro Jordan 6's on his feet as he ushered you inside the train. You both tromp along, taking baby steps into the sardine can-like compartment alongside dozens of strangers. Attempting to snag an empty seat, the train lurched unanticipatedly at its next stop.

Had the last person boarding not rushed inside the train, Kuroo -adding to his now brought-on discomforting sense of dread- blunders about nearly crushing you between him and the train doors at your rear. He catches himself even though there wasn't a handle to grab ahold of. Till he realized his large hand was on your hip holding you upright.

You raise your chin, pursing your lips. "You good? You almost busted your ass there for a sec."

"Uh- yeah sorry about that, Shortcake. Can I uh...?" He trips over his tongue, the forced proximity making his heart play double dutch. "I'm gonna put my arm above you, okay? To steady me."

"Right, uh, go ahead." You said, folding your hands at your sides and holding your ruched red Prada mini bag. His gold cuban link chain dangling within the modest gap between you both. He's not far off from an overprotective boyfriend with his right forearm stiffly propped onto the train doors. Kuroo turned his head sideways, throwing his focus elsewhere.

You both bring your attention as the speaker crackles to life, announcing the next platform. Seven stops left.

You press your foot down on the gas controller, only for your avatar to place fourth once again across the finish line. Kuroo takes pleasure in his victory, even going as far as to one-up you by driving one-handed just like in real life. Yet he had another thing coming as you got to your feet on the old thin patterned carpet, blowing out your cheeks.

"Best two outta three?" He insisted, stretching his arms above his head.

"Tell yah what, you may out-drive me but I mos def can out-gun you." You taunt, leading him away from the seated racing games to the loud bomb blasts and gunfire emanating from the nearby shoot-em-up games.

Rows of machines with colorful pictures on the sides filled Gigo Shinjuku Kabukicho. Players jab at buttons, some frustratedly slamming their hands against the side of them. Recorded crowds cheering and bellowing out the basketball/hoop games. Inserting your tokens, you hold the shotgun controller, squeezing the trigger.

Kuroo practically bent over backward narrowly keeping up with your kill streak. Marveled, he watches as you gun down hordes of zombies . The Annihilation–each zombie barely made it a step through the graveyard before you blew them to high hell with seconds left in the round.

You size him up, grabbing a quick slurp of your blue raspberry slush before the next level kicks in. "Quittin' already?"

"I'm all outta tokens, smart ass. Imma be right back." He simpered, gingerly bumping your side.

You give him a half-shrug, mowing down more zombies as Kuroo jogged out of view to the token exchange. At the final boss level, you chuck a grenade, adding another S-rank win to your belt. Level three loaded as you pumped your fist in the air, jamming your hand in your front pocket for what's left of your tokens.

"Here, you can have mine." Your head jerked in the direction of the voice, his stack of tokens resting on the game cabinets' console. He held out his arms, wrapping them around your shoulders, yours around his torso squeezing a bit.

"Where have you been at, Tangie? Last we spoke, you were leaving for Brazil." You pull away, the ginger barely concealing his delight. "You were shorter, too."

"Says the one who hasn't grown much since then. Last I saw you, you were catching your flight back to the states."

Hinata's tan is evident of his time away. His short-sleeved shirt revealed elaborate tattoos down to his wrists. "I'm taking some time off. I got homesick. I've missed you, Mi Querida."

"Oh, so we're bilingual now?" Your hip juts out amused. "I missed you too. Sorry I wasn't calling you as much. I had my number changed recently. "

Inserting his stack of coins, you wait on the countdown to the next stage of zombies. You hand your blue flip phone to him, a Calpico charm with a small four-leaf clover inside hangs from it.

"I can't say much right now, but add your number to my contact list. And don't tell Blondie Miya. I want it to be a surprise."

Hinata taps away at the number keys. "That's if his brother didn't tell him first. Word travels fast 'round here. Wait, you're here alone?"

"Who says I'm alone?" You ready your stance, cocking the plastic shotgun and adjusting your aim. "I'll give you the deets later."

Hinata snaps your phone shut, sliding it into your mini bag. He side-hugs you once more, starting to quicken his pace en route to the prize counter.

"You might wanna head out pronto." His flip phone chirps reading off a message. "Blondie and Grey will be here in a few minutes. I'll message you a meeting place by Friday."

You wave him away, putting the plastic gun down in the console's holster. Searching for any signs of the twins, you bump into a medium-sized toast and skeleton cat plushie won from the claw games held in Kuroo's arms.

Somewhat peeking around his shoulder, you notice the twins now battling in air hockey while Enigma was by the dance pads.

"Careful y/n. What's the rush?"

You take his hand, hastily leading him to the exit doors. "I'm craving something sweet. Let's get ice cream. My treat."

Colorfully painted walls and an ornamented chalkboard menu board lists various ice cream flavors and their correlative prices. Jolly décor and customers peer into glass-covered cases holding buckets of creamy confectionery nestled in ice as they ask for samples. Tubs filled with candy toppings and pump containers of chocolate, caramel, butterscotch, and strawberry syrups lined the display cases.

Seated in a booth, you take spoonfuls of your parfait as Kuroo tries desperately to keep his waffle cone from melting in his hands. Both of your plushies are seated beside you.

"We're gonna spoil our dinner because of your sweet tooth."

"What do you care? Do you have reservations planned for us somewhere? " You rocked back and forth, brushing your palms together.

"Does Thai Take-out count?" Kuroo bites into his cone, licking what he could of his three scoops. "In all seriousness though, why were you so quick to leave the arcade? Did something happen? "

You shook your head. "No. Nothing like that. I just saw some familiar faces and I didn't want them to know I was out and about."

He wiped his mouth with a napkin. "Why? Scared I'll ruin your rep?"

"For starters, you still haven't told me what your rep is nowadays. Apparently, you race and you have money as far as the eye can see. Am I wrong to assume the worst? "

Kuroo laughs bitterly, crunching more of his waffle cone between his teeth. "Assume the worst huh? I'd say I'm living the dream. Fast cars and fast money all the while I'm my own boss."

"And your Chem degree is still in the picture?"

"Working on it as we speak. Part-time, obviously."

Wrapping a curl around your finger, you lean back into the cushioned seat, wiggling your foot.

"If life's so carefree, then, please do tell me whose nine millimeter that is in your glove box."

There's a beat of silence as his shoulders slump and he massages the back of his neck. "How did you-? Look, I never said I didn't have enemies, y/n. It comes with the territory."

Across the way, a girl your age waited afar. You realize you know her, red and white ink formed a chrysanthemum norigae on her right bicep.

Exhaling, you rise from your seat. "I'll be in the bathroom."

Shim Ya Naoki. Da Vinci was once her name. Nothing more than a talented tattoo artist who visited your old place of work for flowers and coffee. You hated where things left off between you both. She's the one who disappeared. She had no right to blame you.

Her black platform lace-up boots entered, heavily pacing to the stall you stood within. She leaned back against the wall, hanging her head and crossing her arms over her chest.

"I'd apologize but I know you don't want to hear a word I have to say."

"Yeah, well, you shut everybody out. I won't take it personally. Never did." You quipped, glancing up at the ceiling.

"Spades, you can't- " She retorted, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. "You cannot avoid me forever."

"How much do you wanna bet ?" You opened the door of the stall. Naoki steps back, granting you enough space to stand straight.

"I don't want an apology, 'Vinci. I didn't ask you to nose around in my business with the Miya's. If you wanted Kuroo so bad back then, you should've opened yah fuckin' mouth and told him."

"It was pointless. He used me as a rebound the same way you used him."

"Kuroo and I were strictly just friends. Him and I dating was out of the question."

"Guess he didn't quite get the memo. He moaned your name while he fucked me." Naoki tenses, her expression pinched and eyes narrow.

"You're lyin'." Your head drew back quickly. Disbelief audible as you shakily replied. "It doesn't matter, you two weren't officially together. Having a 'fuck buddy' dosen't equal having a boyfriend."

"Neither were you and the Miyas either."

Naoki shoved her hands in her pockets bumping your shoulder to get by. She cracks the bathroom door, looking back at you, her acrylic nails like talons.

"He's not who he's cracked up to be. From one girl to another, stand down. He's more trouble than he's worth, Spades."

With that, she exits, leaving you frustratedly speechless. Touching the base of your neck, your other hand grips the sink in front of you as you grimace.

You never called to mind Kuroo looking at you in a lovey-dovey way. He was a player, a delinquent who could have any girl he wanted back then and even now. Everything you both did together was totally platonic. No strings attached. Naoki's warning repeats itself back as a question from your lips.

"More trouble than he's worth?"

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[mummer]

just hit that secret sister ep of stranger things... oh this is so incredibly catastrophic

#literally was having a fun time w this season like maybe even a bit more than s1. AND THEN. ? #literally the worst television writing and structuring ive ever seen in my life WHAT IS THISSSSSSSSS #omg. like it just kept getting worse..... and they.... they thought it was so cool. #literally the same aesthetics and thought put into logic as like the gang war au fanfic id write at 14..... woowwwwwww #uuuhhhhnn ummmm theres a street gang and theyre cool and have mohawks ummm and they live in a warehouse in ummmmm chicago #and ummmmm theres graffiti everywhere and they have like heist jobs but they dont really do anything uuhhhhhmmmmmm theyre on the run from #ummmm the law............. ok aaaaaand post. :) #but it's adult men.

[thefactsofthematter]

started drafting a dance studio au…. will i ever write it? who knows

#jack teaches hiphop. davey teaches ballet. the whole gang teaches other stuff at a big commercial dance company #javid are colleagues and sorta friends but don’t actually see much of each other bc they never work together w their diff styles #however… jack loses a bet or like. maybe sets an ambitious new years resolution. and there he is in daveys adult beginner ballet drop-in #and by god he’s awful at it but he tries SO HARD and actually has fun learning something new #bc he’s always been into street dance and hiphop and breaking and never did the more traditional studio dance styles #cue a friends to lovers arc as they get to know each other #jack eventually talks davey into taking a hiphop class and he’s SO much worse than jack was at ballet lol #but yeah idk that’s all ive got so far #oh and race is a head coach for the studio’s advanced comp teams but that’s not v relevant #spot is his boyfriend who knows fuck all about dance but is at the studio weirdly often #medda is prob the studio director and crutchie is in admin i think #and kath teaches like. theatrical jazz and ballroom/latin and very sexy heels classes #bc i love that for her #dance au

[weekend-conspiracy-theorist]

frothing and foaming at the mouth for those snippets. thank you kindly

from a different third robin tales fic draft, which is mostly just them standing around talking shit to each other:

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I know I was intending to bring Duke into this conversation and really let him shine (ba dum ch) but tbh it's been in drafts for a few months and I don't remember where I was going with it. rebellious robins and ex-robin union shenanigans maybe? idk. this convo may eventually get nabbed and absorbed into a different fic though

#tim cass and steph are everything to me #every time I fiddle woth a reverse robins au I have to adjust thinga because a big sign pops up saying DO NOT SEPARATE #also *obviously* steph should be the red hood tim should be the oracle analogy and duke and thw robin gang should be the robin( #s) that hit the street despite bruce's determination to not have another robin because they know *gotham* needs robin #also I really like the idea of cass being the one at the circus. her seeing his genuine grief and horror at witnessing his parents' deaths #and immediately knowing she can't let their murder go unsolved. dick impprinting on black bat when she swoops into action. #bonus because it offers the opportunity for bruce to be reticent about cass bringing dick home #in a way that mirrors bruce's initial reticence towards damian #then he dies; cass becomes baan and dick her robin; they're the absolute most unhinged duo of all time #cass does not give him back when bruce returns. (duke brought him back.) #jason is obviously the spoiler-analogue #and babs is batgirl iii but maybe a little more proxy-esque because oracle is and always will be hers #she definitely expands and improves what tim's been trying to do and he's delighted by his brilliant protege #btw the concept of double amputee tim (one arm one leg) is very appealing to me. eventual parapalegic babs of course though #hm I forgot what I was actually here to taalk about and got distracted discussing an entirely separate au

[alfredsmanor]

Here’s another short fic I posted on AO3.

The basic premise of this AU is that Emily’s second attempt to escape the Golden Cat, after she found out about the VIP exit and before Prudence locked it, completely succeeded instead of being foiled at the last minute. She traded her princess outfit to Griff for some old clothes and coin, and after the coin ran out Griff introduced Emily to Slackjaw and a 16 year old Bottle Street Gang member named Giles. Slackjaw offered Emily a job working as a mudlark for the Bottle Street Gang. Slackjaw is the Bottle Street Gang’s CEO, but Giles is the person who’s in charge of the mudlarks from day to day. Emily has co-workers who are more or less her age, their names are Gill, Caleb, Tom, Anne, and Tracey. Emily goes by Alice, Al for short. She deliberately chose to use a girls name as her full alias, but then a boy's nickname.

I am working on a long multichapter fic in this AU but this conversation was in my head fully formed and I needed to get it out. I hope by posting it I can generate some enthusiasm for the bigger project and find a beta for the long fic. I will probably take this fic down if I ever reach the point where the two scenes in this fic are incorporated into the longer work.

#Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence #Mudlarks #Let Emily Kaldwin Swear #emily kaldwin #billie lurk #Dishonored #Emily Kaldwin & Billie Lurk #mudlark!Emily AU #Dishonored 1 AU #The Bottle Street Gang (Dishonored) #Street Rats #rat plague #Implied/Referenced Child Abuse #Nothing Bad Happens On Screen #I love making AUs where Emily is poor sooner and for longer mostly because she’s very good at being poor and pretty bad at being rich.

[aledmorningstar]

╰┈➤Misunderstood

Summary: How the gang finds out about Sukuna's girlfriend in a misunderstanding.

Relationship: Ryomen Sukuna/Reader

Word count: 3.0k

Note: I'm a liar, I know I said this would go up yesterday, in my defense we set very optimistic goals. Please comment and feel free to send me anything to my inbox

-‘๑’-: No curses au, uni au, sfw, humor, fluff, bad english

The house of the twins Yuji and Ryomen seemed more lively than normal, as every weekend they had planned a movie afternoon, the meetings began early after leaving school, buying snacks, preparing comfortable clothes and choosing some games of table.

Yuji's face wrinkled into a displeased grimace at seeing his twin dressing casually to go out for a walk down the street, while he and his friends were already prepared wearing their comical pajamas, it wasn't fair. This time it was Yuji's turn to choose the movie so as not to let his brother get away with it.

“What are you doing?”

Sukuna turned to look for a second indifferently at his brother while he finished fastening the buttons of his dark shirt. How could he take seriously his brother who maintained an irritated pout while wearing those ridiculous tiger-themed full-body pajamas?

"I'm going out, tell mom I'll be late"

Yuji's moan of annoyance echoed throughout the house, drawing the attention of Nobara and Megumi who were stealthily trying to spy on the conversation by hiding behind a wall.

"You said you would watch Human Worm 4 with us today!"

The one with the caramel eyes began to complain about the injustice that was occurring, a perfect time for his faithful friends to take action.

“We already prepared everything, you can't leave us stranded for an afternoon of movies!”

Nobara grumbled as she tried to fix the sleeves of her raccoon pajamas.

"We made a pact, you must suffer with us"

Megumi was supposed to be the most mature of the group, perhaps Sukuna had overestimated him because he never imagined seeing him share the same neuron as his friends while also wearing ridiculous beige dog pajamas.

“It's a shame brats, it'll have to be another day.”

The older twin's hands didn't stop moving trying to find the car keys; he had somehow managed to look appropriately with a hint of elegance, but without losing that menacing aura, a pair of black pants held up by an expensive belt that he had stolen from his father, a dark gray shirt with the first few buttons open showing his collarbones and the sleeves perfectly arranged at his elbows showing his tattooed arms.

"You look like a criminal"

“Who said I'm not?”

Itadori's intentions to plant some blame on his brother for abandoning them on a seemingly important night were noticeable for miles.

"At least have the decency to tell me where the hell you're going."

Sukuna took a while to respond, his eyes straying suspiciously and the trio could see a slight nervousness on his face. Wait, nerves? Sukuna? Those words were naturally contrary, it even seemed strange to put them together in one sentence. Here was definitely another shoe that was taking a while to drop.

"Mind your own business, don't be nosy"

Itadori instantly stood between his brother and the front door, blocking his way, he would get to the bottom of this matter at any cost.

"Are you planning something bad? Mom will be angry if you get into trouble again"

"Yes, yes, yes. I plan to do many bad and illegal things, in fact in this mood I plan to strangle the first person in front of me"

Itadori, Nobara, and Megumi looked at each other before leaving the hallway clear, letting Sukuna walk.

"Behave badly, take good care of yourself and if they discover you, deny everything"

“See you”

Once the so-called evil twin left the house, the hallway was completely silent for a few seconds.

“Don't you feel...? Curiosity?"

An excited Nobara looked at her friends with bright, gossip-hungry eyes.

"No not really"

Megumi's voice was ignored as Itadori pushed the Fushiguro boy's face away with his hand.

"I was hoping you'd ask, Nobara! In fact, my brother has been acting strange lately."

Itadori put on a thoughtful expression as he remembered his brother's unusual behavior in recent weeks.

"What do you mean he's been acting strange?"

At that moment Nobara had taken on a detective attitude, while the previously disinterested Megumi began to listen attentively to his friends.

“He's been coming home late, more than usual.”

“That doesn't seem strange for someone like him.”

An exalted Itadori raises his hands dramatically as he defends his argument.

“But when he is usually late it is always because he is causing problems in the streets and he is not at all careful with his arrival, now it is different!”

Sharing a room with Itadori, Sukuna didn't care how scandalous he could be when he showed up at home after curfew. He didn't pay attention to the fact that the noise of his shoes being thrown to any side of the room or that the sound of his swear words every time he tripped over something could disturb his brother's sleep.

Lately, however, the nights that Sukuna had spent late away from home had become more frequent, and Itadori couldn't help but notice even in the dead of night how messy his twin's clothes were every time he returned with silent footsteps and he also did not overlook the large number of marks that stood out on Sukuna's neck.

“Also, he has been trying hard in all his school subjects, he has turned in all his homework and sometimes he goes out to the library to study. Did you hear what I said? He goes to the library to study!”

“That's definitely not the Sukuna we know, something is happening to him.”

The three teenagers headed to the living room to sit down to discuss more calmly and solve that mystery.

“Do you think someone is bullying him?”

Itadori looked worried for a split second at Nobara's statement until Megumi gave him a strange, brief sarcastic smile.

“Are you serious right now? Do you think Sukuna, the most feared man on campus, could be bothered by someone? Jesus Christ even earned the nickname “The King of Curses”

They didn't need much time to agree with Megumi, it was impossible to imagine Sukuna being submissive to anyone.

“True, it would make more sense for him to be the one who bothered someone… It can't be possible”

“I told him clearly not to get into trouble, but he never listens to me!”

“Wait, Yuji, calm down. Don't you think that if that's the case, he's spending too much time on that person?”

Itadori seemed to think about it for a second and his face transformed into one of much more dramatic horror than before.

"So he really hates that person! Maybe he's planning a murder? Your brother isn't exactly known for being patient"

Nobara's words were the little push Itadori needed to panic.

"Sukuna definitely can't go to the correctional facility again!... Mom was very sad back then..."

Nobara and Megumi looked into each other's eyes, unable to abandon their friend in such a situation.

"Fine! Our mission today is to prevent your brother from becoming a criminal.”

"Are we allowed to use force? I still have to get revenge for the books I lent him."

The brown-haired girl, Kugisaki, was the first to stand up and was followed by Fushiguro. It seemed like a scene worthy of a movie, this was the motivational part because both friends extended their hands to the boy in tiger pajamas.

“Wait, wait, wait… What happened to your books?”

“I'll ask your brother when I see him.”

It had been approximately 30 minutes since the trio of friends had located and followed Sukuna, a difficult mission that had begun with the friends running after the older twin's car. The fatigue was overcome by surprise when seeing the target enter a flower shop.

“We're late, he's already planning the funeral!”

“Wait, give him the benefit of the doubt, maybe… Maybe he's going to visit a friend?”

“Impossible, my brother has no friends”

Nobara and Yuji's brief talk was interrupted when they saw Sukuna leaving that flower shop with a huge and pretty bouquet of yellow carnations.

"You see it? Maybe your brother is not as bad as he seems” Nobara's voice tried to be optimistic, and it also seemed strange to her that a man would buy flowers for no apparent reason.

“Now I'm quite confused” Itadori, for his part, narrowed his eyes, staring at Sukuna, trying to read his brother's mind.

Megumi spoke with a stiff voice drawing the attention of his friends.

"Don't be so surprised, in the language of flowers, carnations of that color mean contempt"

"Is he turning his assassination attempt into a performance? He's getting creative"

"Hey, he's leaving. Hurry up"

The gang quickly got into a taxi and like every chase scene, Itadori and Nobara yelled at the driver to follow the car in front of them, Megumi had to apologize to the driver at the end of the ride.

Sukuna drove his car until he reached the darkest and most dangerous neighborhood that anyone could imagine, clearly that place had an invisible sign indicating that it was better not to be there, there were few passers-by and the streets were cold with graffiti everywhere.

The older twin got out of his car after having entered the area a little, he walked as if that place was his territory, as if he felt at home, he adjusted the sleeves of his shirt, raising them to his elbows, with a bored look he observed the time on his watch and then leaned his back against the wall waiting patiently. Meanwhile, the trio had remained hidden behind a pile of boxes and seemingly useless objects, thinking about Ryomen's intentions.

"There isn't a soul in this place, what is he planning to do?"

Itadori's question was answered when Megumi held his jaw making him look to his right, his eyes widened as he saw a girl with a small frame, transmitting an aura of delicacy and fragility, she was the complete stereotype of a little princess wearing a pink dress and white sneakers, light makeup and a flower crown adorning her hair, she looked out of context walking with a smile and humming a song in that horrible alley.

"It can't be her... There's no way Sukuna..."

Nobara's words were cut off when the red-eyed man put out his cigarette and walked over to where the girl was with a proud smile on his face.

The fear that this small, fragile woman could be hurt by his violent brother made Itadori quickly get up from his hiding place and stand in front of his brother.

"Sukuna! Stop right there, don't do it!"

The sudden entrance of his nosy brother surprised Sukuna who maintained a displeased scowl at his twin's actions.

"What the fuck? Get out of the way brat, I'm on something important right now"

"Don't you dare take another step, don't do something you'll regret!"

Itadori's voice took a drastic change, sounding too threatening compared to his usual cheerful tone.

"What the hell are you talking about? Leave me alone, I don't have time for this."

Sukuna looked at the horrified girl who was just a few meters away from him, he pushed his brother away with one hand with the intention of walking towards where she was, however he was stopped and subdued on the ground by Megumi.

“Don't even try it, you disgusting scoundrel.”

“Leave me alone, you fucking bastards!”

While the three men argued and fought among themselves, Nobara also came out of her hiding place and walked towards the frightened woman, being careful not to exalt her even more, Kugisaki placed his hands on her shoulders trying to calm her down.

"Are you okay? “Did he do something to you?”

The girl's hands remained covering her mouth, completely surprised by the situation. She instantly left Nobara and ran quickly to where Sukuna was lying on the ground.

"What are you doing?! Get your hands off him!"

Megumi and Itadori's movements stopped, still holding Sukuna on the ground, they turned to look completely surprised at the owner of that little voice, their minds went blank as they watched her approach, she put her hands on Fushiguro's chest. making an attempt to push him away from the red-eyed twin.

"What are you doing to my boyfriend?! Leave him alone!"

Still bewildered, Itadori was the first to move away and placed a hand on his friend's shoulder for him to do the same, allowing Sukuna to stand up a little dazed.

"I don't know what 'Kuna did to you, but what you are doing is not right, it is not right to intimidate others, problems are solved by talking"

You stood in front of your boyfriend trying to be the one to defend him this time, you used to be a little shy when talking to strangers, but you weren't going to let your lover be the victim of such an unfair situation.

"Honey, calm down. They are—"

"No, love! They were very mean to you, no matter who they are!"

You knew that Sukuna had a special weakness for you that made him want to protect you from any danger, everyone told you that, obviously he would also want to take control of this situation in his hands. No, this time it was your turn to protect him, to be his knight in shining armor.

On the other hand, there were also the three idiots who had tried to play detective, watching the situation in astonishment.

"She... just called him love"

“Yes, she really did”

"I can't believe it"

Ryomen had tried to calm his girlfriend's little anger by taking her hands and caressing them, it worked for a few seconds until that trio spoke again.

Upon hearing the incredulous voices of those strangers, you let go of Sukuna's hands and walked a few steps close to those you thought were criminals.

"Listen, my parents are very important people, I will make sure you are punished appropriately"

Your acute and sweet angry voice was silenced by Sukuna's lips, one of his large hands finding a place on your waist while the other caressed your soft cheek.

"It's okay, princess"

"No, it's not okay-"

You tried to reply to his deep voice, you would be lying if you said it didn't make you shiver, his voice was only directed at you, only for you to hear, that made you calm down and also lowered the tone of your voice.

"Pretty, this is my stupid brother and his friends."

"...Impossible, it can't be…, they were subduing you"

"Don't worry, I'm sure they have a good explanation for doing all this, right?"

The affectionate look that Sukuna had given his supposed girlfriend had changed drastically when he turned to look at his friends, removed his touch from his beloved and walked towards the frightened trio, cracking the fingers of his fists.

"Last words?"

Approximately 10 minutes had passed after that disastrous encounter, Sukuna had considered himself generous that day so he decided to take his brother and his friends to the house where they should have stayed from the beginning, very kind, it had nothing to do with his girlfriend will look at those three idiots like abandoned puppies.

"How were we supposed to know you were visiting your girlfriend?"

"What kind of dates are you taking her on?"

"Yeah, you looked like you were about to commit a crime!"

Of course Itadori, Megumi and Nobara tested their patience throughout the car ride, complaining from the back seats and trying to alleviate the pain caused by the car owner's blows. Your curious little eyes turned to look at the trio with intrigue.

"Why do you say that?"

None of them knew how to answer your question, the answer was so obvious that they thought you were stupid or blind, of course none of them said that thought out loud, not when they felt Sukuna's psychopathic gaze in the rearview mirror. However, that didn't stop Yuji from continuing the conversation either.

"You were alone in that horrible and dangerous place, it is the perfect opportunity for a madman"

"Oh, that..."

Your calm reaction to that comment only confused them more, you were too sweet to be in those places and even worse to be there with Sukuna for no good reason.

"Her parents are renowned people and they do not agree with our relationship, that is why we must meet in the most discreet places possible"

"Sometimes dad hires people to watch me, so our meeting point for dates is that place."

The older twin's words left the dynamic trio thinking, especially Itadori and Nobara, Megumi didn't really care much, your complementation made them imagine a current version of Romeo and Juliet. The explanations of your strange relationship had clarified most of his doubts regarding the strange day.

"Wait, what about the flowers?"

Nobara's comment made all the attention focus on Ryomen who wrinkled his face in confusion until he remembered the detail that his friend was talking about at the same time that he stopped the car in front of his house.

"What flowers?"

"Oh right, I brought you something"

Sukuna got out of the car and went to the back taking something out of the trunk, a nice big bouquet of flowers appeared in front of you held by your handsome boyfriend.

"Oh, honey, you shouldn't have bothered."

"It's no bother when I can make you happy"

You received the beautiful flowers in your small hands, allowing yourself to smell them, such a fresh smell while you lovingly observed your loved one and he returned the same look, absorbed in that cloying atmosphere.

Of course that beautiful moment was not the most comfortable for everyone present, much less for Yuji Itadori imitating his twin with a shrill and annoying voice, since he had never seen his brother in that silly state.

"It's no bother when I can make you happy"

“I'm going to kick your ass”

Megumi couldn't stay silent for long either, because something kept echoing in her mind.

"But the meaning of flowers..."

"Excuse me?"

You looked at him with a smile so sweet and innocent that he hesitated for a second on his next words.

“Those flowers have a negative meaning…”

"It's funny you think my 'Kuna knows the meaning of flowers"

"We should have assumed that"

⋆·˚ ༘ *🔭 master list is here

#aledthinks #jjk x reader #jjk drabbles #jujustsu kaisen x reader #ryomen sukuna #drabble #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #jjk sukuna #sukuna #jjk fluff #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen #fluff #ryoumen sukuna

[green-meanies]

Draw Snake with long, flowing hair like Rapunzel. And Ace as Flynn Rider. Arturo? ... He's a come-on, come-on, come-on Cha-mel-le-on!

I went full Tangled with this

I think we just created a new AU lmao

#Arturo's face slapped on a chameleon may look weird and I'm sorry but it's so fucking funny to me #anyway enjoy anon #gangreen gang #Snake #Ace #Lil Arturo #consider Ace to be a prototype for his medieval fantasy AU design lol #snake ppg #ace ppg #ace copular #arturo de la guerra #sanford d ingleberry #street art #prank calls #100 followers birthday bash #I realize I forgot Ace’s mustache OOP #I kept staring at it and wondering why it didn’t look right 😂

[dolcettamagica]

𐙚˙⋆.˚ 𝐏𝐢𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐚

gangleader!sukuna x reader, modern au

tags: daddy kink, dirty talk, blowjob, sukuna speaks italian, petnames in italien translations: piccola - little one/baby principessa – princess che brava – (what a) good girl sei carina, lo sai? – you're cute, you know? ti piace, piccola? – you like it, little one? notes: minors dni wc: 3.6k

Life was tough. At least your life was.

Living alone in this day and age was expensive and to pay your student loans was almost impossible. Yes, you could go the easy route and just sell your body or some pictures but that really wasn’t your style. You weren’t going to turn your body into a product. So, when a man called Toji came up to you, asking how much you were worth for the night, you rejected him and asked if you could do something else that would earn you just as much money. The handsome man simply smirked before your criminal life started. Ever since then your job was to “exchange fake money with real money”. Money laundering.

And you did just that. Asking your friends to lend you money and giving them back fake money, returning products you bought with the fake money, asking people if they could change one bill for another. It worked. The last few months worked without any problems at all. This month however was an absolute nightmare. Not only did Toji give you way more money than usual, you were in the middle of exam season. You were running behind and Toji warned you that his boss, Sukuna, was not pleased with your current status. Well, it’s not like you could do anything about it anyway.

As the heavy front door creaked open, a wave of exhaustion washed over you, burdened with the weight of deadlines, exams and Toji’s constant warnings. Your footsteps echoed in the dimly lit hallway, each one a testament to the fatigue that settled deep within your bones. With heavy shoulders and a weary sigh, you dragged yourself through the threshold of your home, longing for the solace of your own space. The weight of your backpack seemed to increase with every step, a physical manifestation of the mental strain you had endured throughout the day. As you entered your room, the soft glow of your desk lamp provided a faint comfort, but even its warmth couldn't dispel the overwhelming sense of stress that enveloped you. Toji kept sending you messages, telling you to hurry up and wash the money. Another sigh fell from your lips as you let your backpack and jacket fall to the ground. The moment you turned around you started to scream – a stranger was sitting on your bed.

Sukuna, the embodiment of wrath and power, sat on the edge of the bed, his presence casting a palpable aura of danger in the room. Clad in a white shirt and black pants that hugged his form with menacing elegance, his usually composed demeanor was shattered by a seething anger that simmered just beneath the surface. The fabric strained against his muscles as if unable to contain the sheer force of his rage. With a clenched jaw and eyes ablaze with fury, he exuded an aura of dominance that commanded attention. His fingers curled into fists, nails digging into his palms as he fought to contain the tempest within him. Every breath he took seemed to echo with the promise of destruction, a silent warning to those who dared to cross him. Despite the veneer of sophistication his attire provided, there was no mistaking the primal wrath that pulsed through his veins, ready to unleash chaos upon any who dared provoke him.

“Who the hell are you?!”

“Ain’t no way you’re talking to your leader like this, stupida.”

Realization hit instantly. This was what Toji was warning you from the whole time. It was Sukuna – the gang leader. You heard a lot of terrifying things about him. The name of Sukuna Ryomen struck terror into the hearts of all who dared to utter it. A gang leader with a penchant for unspeakable cruelty, his reign of terror was marked by a litany of horrifying deeds that stained the streets with blood and despair. From the depths of his depravity, tales whispered of Sukuna's penchant for gruesome displays of power — from the grisly dismemberment of rivals left as warnings, their mutilated remains strewn across the city like macabre ornaments, to the innocent lives snuffed out in acts of ruthless vengeance. His depraved appetite for control knew no bounds, his twisted machinations orchestrating a symphony of fear that echoed through the alleys and corridors of the urban labyrinth he ruled with an iron fist. Behind the facade of opulence and influence, Sukuna's true legacy lay in the shattered lives and haunted souls that bore witness to his reign of terror, forever scarred by the horrifying specter of his atrocities.

It was the first time that you actually saw him and it was the first time that you instantly got on your knees for a man. You knew you had to show your utmost respect to this man. “I am so sorry. I–I didn’t know. Please forgive me, Sukuna.”

A grin graced his face as he saw you submit to him so quickly. He loved that fear struck anyone who laid eyes upon him. On top of that: You were a beauty. However he could not just look over your lack of achievements. At first he was impressed by your work. You managed to wash all the money and not have a single cop suspicious of you, you were smart and didn’t tell a living soul about your connection to Sukuna’s gang. So, he decided to give you some more money, he was sure that you were able to handle it. You weren’t and you took none of Toji’s – his right hand – warnings seriously.

“You look good begging on your knees, piccola. You would have made way more money on the streets, you know?”, he snickered, Toji told him about your decision to never sell yourself. Sukuna respected that as long as you still somehow benefited him. “Toji warned you, didn’t he? You’re behind. Why are you fucking up my business, y/n?”

The flicker of a lighter cast an eerie glow upon his features, accentuating the cold calculation that lurked behind his piercing gaze. With practiced nonchalance, he retrieved a cigarette from its pack, his fingers deftly manipulating the slender cylinder with an air of arrogance. Ignoring the palpable tension that hung in the air like a shroud, he brought the flame to the tip of the cigarette, a small ember igniting amidst the darkness. The sharp inhale of smoke filled the room, intertwining with your fear, a sinister dance that mirrored the power dynamics at play. In that moment, as the tendrils of smoke curled around him like malevolent serpents, Sukuna asserted his dominance with a single, calculated gesture, cementing his control over both the room and its trembling inhabitant.

“I–It’s just exam season…and I was given more than usual…I am really, from the bottom of my heart, sorry for everything.” You were frozen in the oppressive atmosphere of Sukuna's presence, your heart hammering in your chest like a caged bird desperate for escape. As he lit up a cigarette with an effortless display of power, you couldn't suppress the shiver that ran down your spine, your nerves alight with a cocktail of fear and anticipation. Your breath caught in your throat, caught between the instinct to flee and the inexplicable pull of his dominating presence. Despite the terror that coiled in the pit of your stomach, there was an undeniable undercurrent of arousal that stirred within you, a primal response to the sheer force of his authority. The way he commanded the room with effortless control sent a shiver of excitement coursing through your veins, igniting a fire of desire that burned beneath the surface of fear. In the face of his overwhelming dominance, you found yourself teetering on the edge of submission, your body betraying you with each racing heartbeat as you struggled to navigate the complex interplay of fear and desire that pulsed between you two.

Sukuna's gaze, sharp as a blade, pierced through your facade of fear with unnerving precision. In the flickering light of the room, his eyes seemed to strip away your defenses, laying bare the tangled web of emotions that churned within you. He could sense the trembling of your limbs, the rapid rise and fall of your chest betraying the fear that gripped you. But beneath that fear, there simmered something else — a raw, primal desire that pulsed with a rhythm all its own. With a predatory grin, Sukuna leaned in closer to your kneeling form, his voice a low, husky murmur that seemed to caress the very air around. "I can see right through you, piccola," he murmured, his words laden with a dangerous allure that sent a thrill coursing through your veins. "You can't hide that hunger from me." And in that moment, as the tension crackled between you like electricity, you realized that you were completely at his mercy, your desires laid bare for him to see.

As Sukuna's penetrating gaze lingered on you, you felt a flush of embarrassment spread across your cheeks like wildfire. Caught in the crosshairs of his scrutiny, you wished you could disappear into the shadows, away from the intensity of his knowing stare. The revelation of your hidden desire left you feeling exposed, vulnerable in a way you had never experienced before. Each beat of your heart seemed to echo the rhythm of your mortification, the weight of his gaze bearing down on you like a heavy burden. Unable to meet his eyes, you lowered your gaze to the ground, willing yourself to shrink away from the searing intensity of his presence. In that moment, you felt small and insignificant, your embarrassment a stark reminder of your own vulnerability in the face of his commanding dominance “Excuse me…?”

Sukuna leaned back again, a smug grin on his face “Come closer, principessa, kneel right in front of me.”

Every word was your command. Slowly you got closer. Sukuna lounged on the edge of the bed with an air of undeniable authority, his legs spread wide in a display of dominance that seemed to fill the room. Clad in sleek black pants, he exuded an aura of raw masculinity that was impossible to ignore. Before him, you knelt with a mixture of trepidation and submission, your eyes downcast as you awaited his next command. The tension between you crackled in the air like electricity, the space between you charged with unspoken desires and untamed passions. The balance of power shifted palpably, with Sukuna reigning supreme over his willing captive, your fates intertwined in the complex dance of dominance and submission.

With a gesture both possessive and tender, Sukuna's hand descended upon your head, his touch gentle yet commanding as he stroked your hair like a prized possession. His fingers traced the curve of your skull with an almost possessive reverence, eliciting a shiver of submission that coursed through your veins. In the silent exchange between you each caress was a silent affirmation of his dominance. With a soft, whispered command, he guided your head to rest upon his thigh, the weight of your submission a tangible presence that settled between. In this intimate tableau, you surrendered yourself completely to his will, your breath mingling with the fabric of his pants as you lay vulnerable and exposed before him, a willing captive to his every whim.

“Sei carina, lo sai? Look up at me with those big innocent eyes. Wanna seduce me, piccola?” As Sukuna's hand firmly grasped your head, a jolt of arousal surged through you, your pulse quickening with an intensity that matched the grip of his fingers. The sensation of his touch, commanding yet possessive, sent a thrill through, igniting a fire of desire that burned hotter with each passing moment. Caught in the vice-like grip of his hand, you felt a surge of excitement welling up within you, your breath hitching in your throat as you succumbed to the intoxicating power of his dominance. The boundaries between fear and desire blurred into nothingness, your body responding instinctively to his commanding presence with a hunger that you could scarcely contain.

“D–Did you just call me cute?”

“Is that all you have to say about it?”, With a deft motion, Sukuna's thumb traced the line of your cheek, his touch both possessive and tender as he caressed your skin with a commanding intimacy. As his thumb lingered at the corner of your lips, a surge of anticipation rippled through you, your breath catching in your throat at the tantalizing prospect of what was to come. With a boldness born of desire, you parted your lips ever so slightly, inviting him to delve deeper into the depths of your surrender. Without hesitation, Sukuna's thumb slipped past your lips, his touch igniting a symphony of sensations that danced upon your tongue. The taste of him was intoxicating, a heady blend of power and desire that left you dizzy with need. You surrendered yourself completely to his touch, you felt a primal connection forming between you, binding you together in a web of desire that defied all logic and reason. And as you savored the taste of him upon your lips, you knew that you belonged to him utterly and completely, your surrender a testament to the irresistible pull of his dominance.

With an air of unwavering confidence, Sukuna basked in your submission, relishing in the power he wielded over you. His gaze, smoldering with desire and dominance, held you captive, each glance a silent command that you willingly obeyed. As he felt you yield to his touch, a predatory smirk tugged at the corners of his lips, his satisfaction evident in the way he savored your surrender. With a voice that dripped with authority, he leaned in close, his breath warm against your ear as he posed the question that hung between you like a tantalizing promise. “Che brava. Wanna make me feel good, piccola? Wanna taste something else?” he murmured, his words laced with a potent blend of desire and challenge.

With a silent nod, you affirmed your desire to delve deeper into the intoxicating dance of submission and dominance that bound you to Sukuna. Your breath hitched in anticipation as you watched him lean back with a self-assured grace, his movements deliberate as he reached for the buckle of his pants. The sound of leather against metal echoed in the hushed room, each click and slide a symphony of anticipation. With each movement, the air seemed to crackle with an electrifying tension, the promise of what was to come hanging heavy between you like a veil of desire. As he freed himself from the confines of his pants, a thrill of excitement surged through you. As you watched him bare himself before you, you knew that there was no turning back — you were his, body and soul, bound to him in a fiery embrace of passion and submission.

He was big. Bigger than you were used to. It was veiny, long, thick and circumcised. “Ti piace, piccola?” Him speaking Italian turned you on even more. It suited him – his aura, his appearance, his dominance.

With a mixture of trepidation and eagerness, you lowered yourself before Sukuna, your heart pounding in your chest with a heady mixture of anticipation and desire. As you met his gaze, you found yourself ensnared by the raw intensity of his eyes, their smoldering depths fueling the flames of your arousal. With trembling hands, you traced the contours of his thighs, your touch a silent prayer for permission as you inched closer to your purpose. And when you felt the heat of him against your lips, a thrill surged through you, your mouth watering with a hunger that mirrored the primal need that pulsed within your veins.

“Brava piccola.” With a commanding yet tender touch, Sukuna threaded his fingers through your hair, guiding your movements with a firm guidance that left you breathless with desire. As you wrapped your lips around his cock, you savored the taste of him upon your tongue. With each eager suck and swirl of your tongue, you sought to please him, your own pleasure intertwined with the intoxicating thrill of his approval. 

As the heat of passion consumed you, Sukuna's dominance surged to the forefront, his grip on your hair tightening with a commanding force as he pushed your head down onto him with an urgency that bordered on ferocity. He started fucking your face, with each rough thrust, he plunged deeper into the depths of your mouth, his movements guided by an insatiable hunger. The air was thick with the heady scent of your shared arousal, the sound of your ragged breaths mingling with the wet, slick sounds of his cock going deep into your throat. In the depths of your submission your senses were overwhelmed by the dizzying whirlwind of pleasure and pain.

“Hmm…fuck, you feel perfect, piccola. Was made to suck my cock. Look at you, taking it in so good.”

With each forceful thrust, Sukuna primal desire surged forth, his movements a testament to the raw intensity of his need. As he plunged deeper into your mouth, you felt yourself teetering on the edge of oblivion, your senses drowning in the overwhelming tide of sensation. The taste of him upon your tongue was intoxicating, a heady blend of power and passion that left you trembling with desire. Suddenly he pulled you off his cock, leaving you out of breath, your cheeks soaked with your tears.

You lowered your head, licking and sucking his balls as you started to jerk him off simultaneously. As you lavished attention upon him, your mouth and hands working in tandem to pleasure him, he unleashed a torrent of dirty whispers that sent shivers cascading down your spine.

“My good little girl.”

“You’ll make daddy cum, piccola.”

“Fuck, makes me want to make you mine, principessa.”

His voice, low and husky with desire, filled the air with a symphony of erotic promises, each word a tantalizing invitation to delve deeper into the depths of the shared ecstasy. Your own desire surged to dizzying heights, your arousal palpable in the slick heat that pooled between your thighs.

As the crescendo of pleasure reached its peak, Sukuna's primal instincts surged forth, his release imminent and inevitable. With a guttural groan of satisfaction, he surrendered himself to the relentless tide of ecstasy, his body tensing with the force of his climax. In a torrent of raw passion, he came, his hot seed spilling forth, coating your face with its warmth. You gasped in surprise and ecstasy as you felt him release, your skin bathed in the sticky warmth of his essence. And as you looked up at him with eyes glazed with desire, you knew that in that moment, you had become a vessel for his pleasure, your own desires subservient to the intoxicating power of his dominance.

As Sukuna beheld the aftermath of his release, a smug grin spread across his lips, his satisfaction evident in the arrogant tilt of his chin. With a sense of ownership that bordered on arrogance, he surveyed you before him, your face adorned with the evidence of his dominance. His gaze lingered on the trails of his cum that glistened upon your skin, a testament to the primal power he wielded over you. With a low chuckle that reverberated through the room, he voiced his approval, relishing in the sight of his essence decorating your face like a badge of honor.

“Suits you, piccola. You look pretty with my cum all over your slutty face. Should take a picture as blackmail material.” For Sukuna, there was no greater pleasure than seeing his cum adorning your face, a physical manifestation of his power and control over you. He gazed upon you with a possessive gleam in his eyes, he knew that he had claimed you completely, body and soul, in a fiery embrace of dominance and submission.

With a swift and fluid motion, Sukuna straightened himself, the clink of his belt buckle punctuating the air as he secured it with a confident flick of his wrist. His movements were calculated and precise, every gesture a testament to the unwavering confidence that defined his persona. As he stood before you, your gaze lingered on him, your breath catching in your throat at the sight of his commanding presence. With a final glance, he bestowed upon you a smug smirk, a silent acknowledgment of the power he held over you.

“Would love to fuck your sweet lil’ pussy right now but I still have some business to attend to, piccola. By the way, you have two more weeks for that money. Next time around it won’t end this way.”

Without another word, Sukuna turned on his heel and made his way toward the door, his steps echoing in the quiet room with a sense of finality. His departure left a palpable void in his wake, a reminder of the fleeting nature of their passionate encounter. And as he disappeared into the shadows, you left alone with your thoughts, your body still humming with the remnants of the pleasure you gave him. You knew that you would forever be under his spell, your desires forever entwined with his in a web of lust and submission. Though you did wish that he would have did something to you.

Just when you decided to play with yourself you heard your phone ring – a message from an unknown number.

Ciao piccola, wait for daddy. I’ll be back in two hours. I want your pussy to be soaking wet.

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