#hq!! mafia au

[yatsurinamikaze]

Into the Fire (Mafia AU!)

Yakuza! Sakusa Kiyoomi x Reader

Summary: Your asshole of an ex breaks up with you out of the blue. Fortunately, your brooding mysterious new neighbour becomes a welcome distraction. What happens when you realize you’ve left one nightmare, only to fall into the arms of something far more dangerous?

Chapter 1: A hard day’s night.

The night is still. Too still. The kind of silence that presses on your ears, leaving nothing but the hollow echo of your own thoughts. The cab slows to a stop at the curb, its headlights briefly illuminating your house, casting long shadows across the lawn. You pay the fare without a word, stepping out into the biting cold. Pulling your sweater tighter, you wrap your arms around yourself, warding off both the chill in the air and the one creeping into your chest.

As you walk toward your house, the faint sound of footsteps breaks the silence—slow, deliberate, boots crunching softly against the damp grass behind you. Your stomach knots. You turn sharply, eyes widening, heart racing for a split second before recognition hits you.

“Oh God, Kiyoomi,” you exhale sharply, the words coming out harsher than intended. “You scared me.”

He stands there, cloaked in shadow, dressed in his usual black. His hands are shoved deep into the pockets of his jacket, and his mask—always that mask—conceals most of his face. But you know him well enough by now. You can feel the weight of his gaze, dark and unreadable, boring into you.

“How did it go?” His voice is low, controlled, betraying nothing.

Your throat tightens, and the familiar sting of unshed tears prickles behind your eyes. But you won't cry. Not here. Not in front of him. You respond sarcastically, “Went just peachy.”

For a second, it seems like you'll hold it together. But that feeling lasts only a second.

“And humiliating. And shocking,” you add, voice cracking as the anger rises, bitter and relentless. You can’t stop now, the words spilling out faster than you can control. “What did you expect, Kiyoomi?”

“Y/N—” he starts, his tone steady, almost soothing, but it only fuels your frustration.

You throw his own words back at him, a vicious mimicry of the conversation that took place a few nights ago “'Do you trust me, Y/N?' You asked me that. And like an idiot, I said yes.” You laugh, the sound hollow, bitter. “God, I’m such a fool. And you are such a liar.” Your voice is raising with anger, as you go on, venom dripping from every word. “Oh, and apparently a killer, a drug dealer? That’s quite the resume you've got going there for yourself.”

Sakusa’s expression remains unreadable, though something flickers behind his eyes. He steps toward you, slowly, like he’s trying not to startle a wounded animal. “Y/N, I moved into this neighborhood for—”

“No,” you snap, shoving him back with both hands. “Don’t. Just… stop, Kiyoomi. Stop!” He doesn’t resist, letting you push him, though he hardly budges.

You take a breath, forcing yourself to step away. 

Your voice drops, low and strained, thick with the ache you're trying so hard to suppress. “If you keep talking,” you whisper, “you’re going to warm your way back into my heart. And I can’t—” You swallow hard. “I dont want you near my heart…ever.”

You turn abruptly, fumbling for your keys, forcing yourself not to look back. The door swings open with a sharp creak, and you slam it shut with a finality that echoes in the night.

For a long moment, Sakusa just stands there, staring at the door. His face is blank, his eyes shadowed, unreadable. He blinks slowly, as if trying to make sense of what just happened, then exhales, his breath fogging the air in front of him. Without a word, he turns and walks away, his silhouette disappearing into the darkness.

Inside, your back hits the door, and the tears finally spill over. You slide down to the floor, burying your face in your hands as the sobs wrack your body, the weight of everything crashing down around you.

Let me know your thoughts! I have the storyline plotted out but will only write if you guys are interested. Let me know in comments!

[sassycheesecake]

A/N: I have been really into dark romance and shit, ever since I got that TikTok recommendation. I hereby present yakuza!Shinsuke Kita x Reader. Part 1/2

‘Shit. Shit. Shit! I am late!’, you curse yourself as you almost bolt out of the train, as soon as it stops and its doors open.

You accidentally ran into a lot of people, shouting quick apologies over your shoulder, still running to your workplace.

Thank the heavens for your stamina.

Finally arriving at the Tokyo Ambulance Rescue Station, you quickly run inside and each of your coworkers stops what they are doing to look at you.

Huffing and almost wheezing like you’re having an asthma attack, you step inside and head to the female locker room without looking at any of your coworkers.

Already feeling disgusted by your sweaty state, you change into your paramedic uniform nonetheless. 

Now in fresh clothes, you trot your way to one of the ambulance vehicles, seeing your friend Makima checking the equipment in the backpacks and making sure everything is filled up. 

Gulping in nervousness, you approach slowly.

“Glad you decided to show up. Almost done.” Makima tells you in a deadly calm voice. Makima is one of those people who despise being late, whether it's herself or someone she is waiting on. She is only a few years older than you but still your superior. Great, this is just your first month after graduating but you were so tired last night that you forgot to put on your damn alarm for the next morning. 

Not that this is an excuse, but your showing up is all that matters right?

With shaking footsteps, you make your way into the vehicle and start apologizing in a rant.

“Makima I am so so sorry, I promise it will never happen again!”, you frantically explain yourself, still out of breath.

The long-haired redhead briefly looks at you before bursting out laughing and you don’t know if this makes you feel better or worse. 

Giggling, she closes up the i.v. medication backpack and storages it back underneath the cabinet of the bandages. 

“(Y/N) don’t worry about it really, shit happens to all of us. No one is perfect and everyone here at the station was late once. Even me.” Makima explains and you can feel yourself being able to breathe easier already.

Just when you were about to reply to her, your beeper went off with a loud annoying peeping voice.

You run to the rack, where your black jacket with your name and the words T.A.R.S. are stitched into, and hop into the passenger seat of the vehicle.

Reading the screen at the front, you groan at the message that the fire station has sent you.

‘PATIENT PROB OD, TROUBLE BREATHING, UNCONSCIOUS, UNRESPONSIVE ‘

It’s probably the troublesome homeless teenager Denji again. You have met Denji twice now. Once beaten up badly and lying knocked out cold in an alley where he was found by a couple of passengers. The other time you found him almost bleeding to death due to a deep stab wound in his thigh, which he explained he simply got mugged. 

Nonetheless, you press the buttons for the siren and the blue lights, while Makima steps on the gas to rush to the scene. 

The rush and adrenaline are running through your system, making your heart bounce in excitement. Saving lives in acute situations is your thing! It’s a working environment that always comes with new foreign things and patients. Each day is different, which is exactly what your brain needs. Even if you have to drive through the massive city of Tokyo, the different kinds of people and the stories you get to tell your parents sometimes, are worth their shocking and even disgusting expressions sometimes. 

Once you were called to a restaurant, in which a patient had an allergic reaction and went into a nonlethal anaphylactic shock. 

The patient told you that his date was so horrible, that he purposely ate onions, even though he is allergic to them. 

All just to get away from her.

Shaking your head, the logic of men never ceases to amaze you. 

Arriving at the scene, you see two people leaning over a young guy that is laying on the sidewalk. He is already turned to his side, making sure in case he needs to throw up, he doesn’t choke on his vomit. Mentally thanking these people for performing the stable lateral position on the unconscious boy.

You grab the mobile vital monitor and the backpack that includes material for giving an I.V. including meds and an infusion. 

Before Makima grabs the breathing and the medical suction pump, she turns off the siren but leaves the blue lights on. Pressing the lock on the car keys, the ambulance is securely locked. Unfortunately, people tend to break into ambulance vehicles and proceed to steal the medications.

Both women are rushing to the patient, quickly going through the ABCDE approach, and they manage to load him onto the stretcher after making sure he didn’t overdose. His heart is beating abnormally fast, his blood pressure is at 75/40 and when you shine a small flashlight to take a look at his eyes, his pupils are dilated.

There’s no doubt about it, that Denji got his hands on cocaine.

After giving him Adrenaline and Naloxone, his condition stabilises and Denji begins to stir.

Blinking his eyes open, a bright light immediately greets him and Denji swears he died. 

He feels incredibly nauseous and his head is spinning like he just went on countless rides on a spinning wheel. 

You hover over Denji’s pale figure, a vomiting bag already in your right hand. 

“Denji? Can you hear me?” You ask him in a concerned voice.

When Denji was about to answer, he rapidly sits up and snatches the bag out of your hand, and hurls right into it.

Rubbing his back in a comforting manner, you sit beside him on the stretcher.

Makima is giving a quick report to their station boss, before joining you in the vehicle.

The sight of Denji vomiting disgusts Makima, deciding to wait outside because she can’t stand the smell or sight of someone throwing up.

“Denji, I think we should really take you to the hospital, you’re only 16 years old, where did you even get this stuff?” You ask him in a worried voice.

“It’s none of your business, let me out! I need to go!” Denji snaps at you, beginning to stand up. 

You know you shouldn’t fight someone who just woke up from a drug rush, so you let him stand up.

Standing on wobbly legs, he places his hand against the vehicle wall to stabilize his balance.  

Breathing heavily out of his mouth, he was about to open the vehicle door when Makima already beat him to it.

Surprised that he is up, she moves to the side to let him step out of the vehicle.

Denji almost falls flat on his face and his pale face makes you even more worried about him. 

“Denji, are you sure you’re okay? Do you want us to call anyone?” 

“Stop acting like you fucking care about me. I am just a street rat. I don’t need your pity! Just leave me the fuck alone!” He angrily spits at you, like a moody teenager that got his phone taken away. 

Makima and you are watching him walk away, still unbalanced but both of you leave him be.

“You’re welcome by the way for not letting you die today!” Makima yells after him. Denji shows his middle finger up in response and continues to stomp away.

Sighing in defeat, Makima and you get back into the vehicle and you are making your way back to the station.

Giving the report that the patient refused to cooperate and come with you, you drive back.

The clock strikes 22:00 and Makima and you are finally free to change after the night shift has arrived. 

Farewelling Makima goodbye, you begin to walk to the train station.

Having your headphones in your ear, you scroll through your Spotify playlist and choose ‘Glitter and Gold’. 

You had a really busy day and barely had a chance to go to the bathroom. 

Entering the women’s restroom, you look up from your phone, and the sight before you freezes immediately.

Right in front of you stands a very tall guy with sandy-blonde hair, he has to be at least 6’1 and he is holding a lot of tissues against his arm, blood soaking each tissue.

The stranger holds a painful expression while putting pressure on his arm.

His muscled body is leaning against the sink, the blood on his upper arm dripping down right into it. 

Brown eyes rapidly look in your direction, his face shining with curiosity.

Chuckling nervously, he starts talking with his deep voice.

“Don’t scream, don't call for anyone. Just got a little scratch on my arm.” 

Blinking a few times at his wound, you slowly step towards him.

Your approach is making him tense, his non-injured arm moving to his side, where he holds a dagger in case you want to attack him.

“Your wound looks pretty bad. Don’t worry I am a paramedic, I can take care of that if you want to.”

The blonde-haired giant looks at you for a few seconds, making sure you’re not lying. 

After a few moments of tense silence, he nods unsurely.

Breathing out slowly, you awkwardly glance at the door and at him a few times. 

“Uhm. Just follow me then, I need to take a proper look at it. I have my materials at home so come home with me so I can patch you up properly.” You explain to him.

His eyes watch you carefully, hesitantly he nods and puts his maroon jacket back on.

“Do you have a belt or something on you?” You ask him as you both exit the public restroom. 

The tall stranger nods and takes off his belt to hand it to you.

Grasping the belt you begin to tie it around his arm, so the wound hopefully stops the bleeding until you both arrive at your place. 

Wincing at the tightness, he thanks you quietly.

As you both begin to enter the train, which is thankfully empty around this time on a weekday, you ask him what happened to his arm.

“Not that's yer business anyway, so I’d rather not say.” He avoids your curious look. 

“But that wound is pretty deep! You need to go to the hospital and get that stitched up probably.” You try to reason with him.

“I am serious. Drop it.” He snaps at you with an angry frown.

Accepting his request, you decide to drop it. 

With nervous hands, you glance down at the metro floor and wait in silence to arrive at your destination. 

Ten uncomfortable minutes later, you both arrive at the subway station that is close to your apartment.

Unlocking the door with your key, you enter inside and wait for him.

The blonde hesitates for a few seconds, glancing down the hallway nervously before deciding that you’re not a threat, and enters as well.

Gently closing the door, you urge him to follow you into your bathroom where your medical kit lies underneath the sink.

You direct him to sit on the edge of the bathtub and he complies without question.

“I need to see your wound properly in order to clean it up.” You tell him while putting on medical gloves and setting the necessary materials like the stitching materials, disinfectant wipes, and fluid, and scissors. 

He winces while rolling up his sleeve to present you with his injury. 

You start by taking a wet washcloth and gently dabbing it around the area, quietly apologizing whenever he hisses and flinches away from the touch.

As you are now able to see the injury better, you see that it’s actually a bullet wound, hence the bleeding was so heavy.

Shocked that he has this kind of injury, you remember that he doesn’t want to talk about how he got it. 

“Lift your arm please, I need to know if the bullet is still in the muscle tissue.“

He gives you an incredulous look since lifting his arm would only worsen his pain. Nonetheless, he complies.

Quickly looking around his arm you don’t see an exit wound, closing your eyes in pity for the stranger, you know what you are going to say next, definitely won’t be easy.

“Let me guess. That thing is still in there.” He looks to the ceiling of your bathroom with a tight smile.

“U-Uhm yes. I told you to go to a hospital. It needs to be surgically removed. I really recommend it Mr….”, you drift off as you don’t recall knowing his name.

He looks at you and realizes he’s never introduced himself to you properly. 

“Name’s Atsumu Miya, ya can call me Atsumu.” 

Later on, Atsumu enters the familiar door of the headquarters of the ‘Fox Den’ and lets out a heavy sigh.

The pent-up frustration from the fight with Karasuno, the pain, and the treatment that he had to bite through with you is making his body insanely tired from exhaustion. 

Nonetheless, he needs to give a report to his boss, the leader of the Inarizaki gang of Hyogo. 

Atsumu walks down the hallway that has multiple doors connected to it and since it’s awfully quiet, Atsumu guesses that most members are either asleep or away on missions.

Entering the lift at the end of the hallway, he presses the ‘5’ button for the conference rooms and where also the office of his boss. 

Swinging back and forth on his heels, Atsumu waits until the elevator stops and continues his path to the room of the leader of Inarizaki.

Once he arrives at his destination, he knocks first, before entering.

“Hey Kita, 'm back from the mission." The blonde says when he steps into the office.

A man who has silver hair with black tips in it, is sitting at the desk and he briefly looks up from his laptop with a stoic face, before looking down again, continuing to type something down. 

Ignoring the warm greeting of his boss, Atsumu plops down on one of the chairs in front of the desk and puts his arms behind his head to stretch.

Unfortunately, he completely forgot about the injury on his arm, immediately putting the injured arm down again with a winced hiss. 

The head of the gang looks at his trusted friend before a slight frown of concern decorates his face. 

“What happened?“ he asks in a calm voice.

“Oh, you know the usual. Just some fuckers from Karasuno in our territory and one of them fucking shot me.“ Atsumu explains while gently rubbing over his arm, feeling the wrapped bandage from you underneath his jacket. 

His frown deepens at the mention of their rival gang, the Karasuno crows, but listens quietly. 

“Do you need medical attention? Do you want me to send Ginjima or Riseki up?“ He continues to question him.

“Nah, I am good Kita. Got stitched up by this cute girl that I met while I was bleedin‘ out like a pig in a women’s restroom by the train station.“ Atsumu pulls his sleeve to reveal the bandage.

Kita glances at the bandage on his friend‘s arm, a mix between concern and anger but also suspicion haunts his face. 

He slowly gets up from his chair and rounds his table with slow steps, making his way toward the older twin.

The injured man looks at him with curious eyes while raising his eyebrow in confusion.

The silver-haired man stares at one of his most trusted right-hand man with a neutral expression and puts his arms behind his back.

“Tell me more about this mysterious medic girl.“ He demands.

Atsumu grins mischievously at his boss and begins to tell him about his fight to the encounter of meeting you. 

Yawning, you stretched out your exhausted limbs and climbed into your comforting blue soft blankets. The feeling of your head hitting the cushy pillow makes you sigh in bliss. It was a long day, first the rowdy patients, then getting vomited on by a drunk homeless person that almost overdosed, and then there was the injured blonde-haired stranger you met tonight. You’re not going to lie, it was a whole mountain of stupid to just invite a stranger over to your apartment. Anxiously, you remember, that he mentioned he didn’t want to go to the hospital to get patched up because he needs to stay anonymous. 

The only question is…

Why does he need to do that?

Your thoughts are interrupted when your phone vibrates with a message. You curiously pick it up to see what the notification is. 

Eyes widening in shock and also a concern, you glance at your screen.

Unknown number

‘Thank you for taking care of my friend. I would like to repay you some time for your kind service’

[cherxyx]

A small piece part of a upcoming series 🤍.

The master list for this series and the other ones. Dynasty

warnings: children mentioned, arguing, blood, mentioned of murder, ABUSE, READER (y/n) DOES GET HIT, yelling, cussing, reader (y/n) gets backed up in a corner, both can be looked at as toxic, toxic relationships, throwing objects, mentions of past abuse

Italic + bold is past tense

Italic is present tense

11:40 PM

"Mommy, are we going to grandma's house because you're mad at daddy?" questioned your oldest child, the question making you want to cry and yell. But you weren't going to burst into tears in the presence of your kids.

"No, sweetheart, Grandma misses you both," you say, looking between your two children. You said your goodbyes to them and your grandmother, making sure they were both belted up. You made sure to Thank your grandmother for taking them this weekend on such short notice.

"Be safe," you yelled while they drove away out of the driveway. When they were out of sight, you headed to your house. "Such an idiot," you murmured as you walked back into the house.

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12:30 AM

You and him have been arguing since you returned home. "You're such a fucking idiot, why the fuck did you come home drenched in blood?" "Didn't you think the kids were awake?" From across the room, you yelled at him.

You had both made your way up to your guys' shared room. He was no longer wearing a shirt and was simply wearing black pants. "Listen, I knew the children were there, but-" "but what," you interjected. His jaw had clenched and he glared at you with those eyes that seemed to stare directly through you. But you weren't about to give up.

"Interrupt me again, and I'll throw your ass outside," he stated, anticipating you to do something, but you didn't. You wanted him to explain himself. "I realized the girls were here, but I assumed they were in bed because it was 11 p.m."

"It's Friday, so they can stay up as late as they want, you fucking idiot." "Rule 1 of the house is to make sure you don't walk in with blood all over you," you yelled at him, tossing his bloody shirt at him. He caught it before it hit him in the face.

"The first rule of the house is that you don't fucking throw shit at the person who runs the house." "The person who has gotten you everything!" He responded by yelling back. Because of the ranting and rage, both of you were breathing heavily.

"I'm so really going to get on you for throwing shit." "Remember that time you threw a fucking vase at me?" you asked, approaching him. He moved closer to you, grinning, "I only threw it because you threw a pan at me." At this point, you were both standing face to face. inches apart

"What a terrible father. "Reminds me of your father," you notice when his smirk fades and his jaw ticks again. "I'm leaving and going somewhere else," you mentioned as you turned around and proceeded to the closet. You began packing while mumbling under your breath curses, grabbing a bag and clothes to pack in.

You knew he was staring at you, those same eyes boring through you. "No, you're not," he said as he approached you. You looked up from your bag to see him close to you. "Yes I am, you bast-" you couldn't finish your statement before his hand landed on your cheek.

You fell awkwardly into your nightstand. You were holding your cheek, as you figured out how to get out of the room. He approached you, grabbed your neck, choked you, and slammed you back into the nightstand. The impact forced you to grunt.

"Remember what I said? "What did I fucking say, you bitch?" he screamed in your face, tightening his hold on your neck. "That I wasn't leaving," you said hastily. You looked about desperately to see if there was anything you could use to get him off.

"Look at me," he whispered, and you gazed up at him, tears welling up in your eyes as a result of his grip. "I will kill you if you ever look at me and tell me I'm a bad father." He paused, “No, I won't murder you. I will torture you every day until you break, and when you break, I will kill you," he said suddenly letting go.

You began coughing and struggling to catch your breath. "Same empty threats" you said before coughing again. "I know. Wanna see if I'll do it this time," he sneered. You knew he'd do it if he wanted to. No, you replied while shaking your head.

"What I thought, unpack your bag and go to bed," he remarked as he exited the bedroom, slamming the door behind him. These nights had you questioning whether the arranged marriage was worth it or if you had fallen into a trap.

[tar0star]

kita... what r u doing... u have a farm to tend to my guy...

[moonlit-mizukage]

Chapter twelve

SUMMARY: Everything seems to be as normal as can be in Shiratorizawa's gang until Tendou's little sister, Y/n, meets a mysterious man named Iwaizumi. Iwaizumi is the right hand man of Seijoh. The two are quick to discover their true identities but continue meeting up I secret. Soon Iwaizumi develops feeling for Y/n and takes her back to his home. Matsukawa and Hanamaki unexpectedly make a visit to his home when they catch the two in bed together. Matsukawa is quick to recognize the face of Tendou Y/n. What will happen to Iwaizumi and Y/n? What happens when Oikawa finds out? Or worse, when Tendou finds out?

Trigger Warnings: swearing, violence, blood, knives, please keep in mind this is a gang au!

Taglist: open! Dm or comment to be added!

An: Sorry this stories been on Hiatus so long. My health hasn't been good at all but I'm back and better now :)

Y/n waited outside the classroom for Iwaizumi. She texted him with the information and where to find the class. Y/n was also looking to make sure Aone came by today or she’s screwed. 

Iwaizumi walked up to the campus door closest to her classroom. He walked inside the building and walked up to Y/n. 

“Hey Y/n.” He said. Y/n jumped a little for show.

“Sorry, I haven’t seen him yet so I was a little scared when you called me just now.” Y/n fake confessed. If there was one thing they were good at, it would be lying. 

“It’s okay.” He pulled her in for a hug kissing the top of her head. 

Y/n was surprised by the random show of affection he did with her given the situation at hand. 

Iwaizumi pulled back. 

“Shall we go inside?” He asked. 

Y/n nodded as she walked inside the room.

It wasn’t long after Aone had come into the room. She pulled Iwaizumi’s sleeve. She motioned towards Aone with her eyes mouthing the word to him. Iwaizumi felt himself grow mad. He stayed seated though as the lecture went on. Iwaizumi couldn't think of a single thing besides killing this guy at that moment.

The lecture ended a few hours later as Iwaizumi and Y/n left the room. Iwaizumi couldn’t help but feel as if someone was following them. He led Y/n outside to a secluded area. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Aone’s brute build. Iwaizumi paid close attention to Aone seeing him stare and take what he assumed was a few pictures. 

After a couple hours, class ended and Y/n pulled Iwaizumi off to the sides. 

“I think he took more pictures of me.” Y/n said, doing her best to make it believable.  

“I definitely saw him take pictures.” Iwaizumi said. 

What Iwaizumi didn’t know was that they prepped for this situation last night. They bought a new phone and loaded it with pictures, notes, and Y/n’s address. Aone’s new phone contained almost everything about Y/n except she was Shiratorizawa. Shirabu, Goshiki and Y/n prepared for the worst. 

Iwaizumi began to walk from the room and follow Aone. He noticed Aone stopped and sat down. Iwaizumi told y/n to go ahead of him this time just to see how deep it goes. 

Aone followed Y/n through the building while Iwaizumi followed him. 

Y/n stood in line for food, Aone ordered exactly what she got, even went to the same cashier. Iwaizumi had enough.

“Hey buddy!” He shouted. Aone remained expressionless. “What the hell do you want with Y/n?” He asked as he stood in front of him now in the eating area. 

“Who?” Aone played dumb.

“Don’t play dumb or I will pound your face in!” Iwaizumi threatened. 

“I like her, there’s nothing wrong with that.”

“You stalked her! I know cause I followed you!” 

 “So you stalked me?” Aone asked. 

Iwaizumi didn’t have a valid response so he grabbed Aone by the shirt and pulled him up from his seat. Aone growled. Iwaizumi pulled him really close to his face. 

“Leave her alone or I will deal with you.” He warned. 

“No.” Aone said, “I am not bothering her, I never approach her, so she's fine.”

“She’s terrified of you!!” Iwaizumi said. “You probably stalk her at home too, don’t you?” Aone remained silent. Iwaizumi grabbed his phone off the table, letting go of his shirt. “Unlock this!” Iwaizumi demanded. 

“No.” Aone said simply. 

Iwaizumi noticed it was a 4 number passcode. He typed Y/n’s birth year, it was wrong. He thought long and hard. Aone tried to grab the phone from his hand as Y/n finally walked up. She grabbed the phone and punched in 4 numbers. The phone unlocked. She stood there shocked.

“What did you type?” Iwaizumi asked. 

“1113…..The date of my dads death….” Y/n was frightened, pretending to be like how he would know.

Iwaizumi was falling for the scam. He pulled the phone out of Y/n’s hand and opened the photos. There were over 1500 photos of Y/n. Some at school, the store, in a car from far away and the worst, photos of her sleeping in bed through her window. 

“How the hell did you get these photos?” Iwaizumi snapped. 

“I did my research.” Aone said. 

“This isn’t research! You're a creep!” Iwaizumi went to grab ahold of him again but Y/n stepped in between them. 

“Aone, how do you know the date of the father’s death?” She asked, she was visibly shaking.

“I did my research on you, Y/n. I think we should be together. I know you and this guy aren't official.” He said. 

Iwaizumi let out a low growl. 

“How dare you! You better leave my girlfriend alone or I will personally kill you!” Iwaizumi snapped.  

“Girlfriend? Ha. I know she's nothing more then a fuck to you.” Aone said. 

Iwaizumi grabbed his shirt collar once again and ripped him up to his face. 

“Shut. The. Fuck. Up!” He growled in his face. Iwazumi pulled out a knife. People started to run away from around them, leaving it to be just the three. 

“What the fuck?” Aone raised his hands in defense. “Y/n I didn’t agree to this.” 

“Agree to what?” Iwaizumi snapped. 

Aone ripped his hand off his collar and backed away. 

“Ushijima will be hearing about this.” Aone said before running off. 

Iwaizumi turned to y/n, eyes wide and full of panic. 

“Did he say Ushijima, as in the leader of Shiratorizawa?” He asked. 

Y/n stood in pure shock. Iwaizumi looked to Aone as he began to chase him down, wanting more information. 

Shirabu, Goshiki, Kindachi and Kunimi approached her. 

“Are you okay? What’s going on?” Shirabu asked. 

“Hajime… he just found out……” 

“Found out what?” Goshiki asked with a gulp. 

“About our secret.” Y/n said 

Shirabu and Goshiki looked terrified.

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“Accidentally kidnapping a mafia boss”

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When Osamu snuck in through the back door, he didn’t question how much wealthier the house was; that was the whole point of this job—to scrape together a small sum. He crept through the shadows of the dark living room, biting his lip as he glanced at the largest TV screen he had ever seen, surrounded by an L-shaped couch that looked incredibly comfortable. Maybe he should have convinced Atsumu to come along... But his twin was busy fooling around with a raven-haired sniper he’d met recently, and Osamu said he could handle this himself. He sighed, hoping to find something valuable to make up for whatever he couldn't carry alone.

A creak echoed through the quiet house, and Osamu flattened himself against the wall. He recognized the sound—it came from the kitchen. But there wasn't any light to warn him of someone’s presence. Perhaps the owner had decided on a late-night snack. He gulped down the anxiety that made his breath tremble for a moment. He wasn’t in the mood for a confrontation tonight, but he didn’t want to leave empty-handed. Lowering the fox mask from his forehead, he rounded the corner to peer into the kitchen.

A lanky shadow sat at the table, moonlight streaming through the high window making the spoon in their hand gleam. Osamu couldn't see what they were eating, and unconsciously, he placed a hand on his stomach. It growled involuntarily, the sight stirring his hunger. Steeling himself with the thought that a captive might share their meal, Osamu checked his back pocket for the cable ties, then sprang into action.

The unsuspecting person didn’t resist as Osamu slammed him into the table, tying his hands securely—first behind his back, then to the chair for extra safety. Despite his lanky appearance, he had a surprisingly well-built frame.

“Took you a while. I was close to calling you out and offering you a seat,” the man joked as Osamu walked beside him to look at his face.

Green eyes twinkled in the darkness above the sharp lines of his features, challenging him fearlessly, even with his life potentially in Osamu’s hands.

“Thanks for the welcome, sweetheart,” Osamu whispered, glancing at the half-eaten cake on the table. Finally, he could pick up the spoon and taste it himself. Chocolate and coconut.

“Tastes good?”, the man asked.

“Had better, honestly,” Osamu replied, leaving the silverware against the plate, noticing a known brand name.

“It’s from the best pastry shop in town,” the man argued.

“I can do better, tho.”

That made the man chuckle, and Osamu stared at the wrinkles at the side of his closed eyes and the dimple where his smile became a smirk. Pretty rich boy. His thoughts tried to stray him from his goal, but he fought them back and decided to head upstairs, looking for the bedroom. Might he be so basic as to have his safe there?

“Where are you going? I thought we could have some fun...”, the man stopped him in his tracks. “You can’t leave me here all alone.”

“Watch me,” Osamu snapped back because he couldn’t entertain him, even if he would have liked it. It was dangerous, and he needed to clean out anything valuable before leaving.

“I wouldn't do it if I were you.”

This time his tone lose all the playfulness and something cold crept up Osamu's spine leaving goosebumps on its trail. Instinctively, he glanced around to identify the threat. Nothing unsettled him except-

“Kiyo-kun has you in the gunsight.”

-the high window. It explains the curtains absence...

“Why didn't he shot me when I manhandled ya, then?”, he played it cool like Atsumu would have done if he was there. I fucking hate him when he think with his- Osamu squashed down the longing for his stupid twin. He said he could have done it anyway. And he was going to. Just like he promised.

“'Cause he knows I like it when it's a big guy.”

That was the straw that broke the camel's back. Osamu rounded the table and opened a drawer to look for a rag. When he found it, he walked back to tie the man's mouth shut.

“Kinky,” came the unfortunate comment just before Osamu silenced him.

“Gonna grab a few things. Sit tight, sweetheart,” he left him behind and run up the stairs.

Incredibly, the upstair's rooms were more minimalistic than the other ones below. The long hallway let Osamu choose between three bedrooms -one so tidy that he thought it was unused, another quite empty with only a bed and a wardrobe, and the last might be of a teenager considering the mess inside. All of them with an en-suite bathroom. At the end of the hallway there was another flight of stairs that probably led to a louscious balcony, so he checked the last two doors left: a main bathroom -With a fucking jacuzzi, crazy riches!- and finally, the study.

Inside this last room, Osamu's blood ran cold. I fucked up, he hissed, licking his teeth. There was an ammunition display as big as an entire wall on his right, but the safe he was looking for was in the very left corner behind the solid wood desk. Osamu clenched his fists a couple of time and tried to think fast about what to do. He was clearly in a shitty situation, alone and also-

“Did you enjoy the house tour?”

He didn't flinched nor moved. Even if his own muscles ordered him to turn, tackle the man down and run away from there. Steadying his breath, Osamu glanced at the display's glass to see the man that he tied in the kitchen's chair, free and on his feet. Grinning like a madman.

"Ow, cat got your tongue, big guy?”, he laughed, walking lazily around Osamu as he had now the upper hand.

“How d'ya free yourself?”

"Don't you want to find out yourself?”, he tempted Osamu, sitting on the desk with skinny, long legs open wide and palms behind.

The man was unarmed. Anyway, Osamu knew better to underestimate him. He did once and now...

"Who are ya?”, he couldn't help but ask.

“Someone you shouldn't mess with,” the man levelled him with a serious look, “You're lucky I found you cute, otherwise...”

He didn't need to finish the sentence, his green eyes trailing the weapons shining inside the display. Osamu didn't have any other chance. It stung, but he didn't really want to die like this. He could probably try to rob another house -maybe below par- on the way home.

"Where are you going?” It was the second time he repeated the question tonight as Osamu started to backtrack.

“'M listenin' yer suggestion, sweetheart. I won't mess with ya.”

“Won't you?”, he pouted, "But I thought we could have some fun! None but a dumb big guy like you would ever try to sneak into my house.”

"Not in the mood, sorry.”

"Such a pity...”, he sighed and jumped from his sit to get closer, “At least, do want me to lead you the way out?”, his tone feigned innocence.

“No need, thank ya,” Osamu was already on the doorstep. The last step and I can-

“Oh please, I insist,” the man stopped, putting a hand on his shoulder, “I'd be a bad kumicho if I don't lead the people I welcome in.”

🥶🔪🩸💀 I know this doesn't exactly fit the prompt, but it was inspired by it and I thought it was right giving it the credit anyway. I hope you had fun reading this little shot I wrote for SunaOsa (with a foreshadowed SakuAtsu) and feel free to ask in the comment's section another prompt of the list with a ship you enjoy, if you like to read more. I'll be happy to write something down for you. <3

[greenlog17]

Each mafia in my archon mafia au have their own headquarters and ways of dealing with... issues, as they would say.

Mondstat: as mentioned in previous posts, mondstats mafia has a front in the church of favonious, their main hq meanwhile is hidden within old mondstat and protected by devalin. Their mo in terms of the rare killings they do is suffocation.

Liyue: the adepti have various hideouts and safehouses all over liyue, but the main hq is junyun karst, their mo is burying most of the body underground and depending on who did it it may only be the head sticking out (zhongli) or all the body parts seperate and sticking out (xiao, shenhe).

Inazuma: within inazuma pretty much every religious site is a front for a mafia, the raidens have grand narukami shrines, and the watasumi have their shrine. The kamisatos have their estate and the komore teahouse. the raidens deal with people just like lightning: quick, painfuly and with alot of electricity, while the watasumi and kamisatos perfer the classic stabing and poisoning respectively.

Sumeru: sumerus mafia has pretty much the entire forrest at their disposal, but with the favor of the ¹aranara, they use varnara as a hq they can fall back to. to help prove their point and keep the public in their favor instead of killing anybody they just stick em in trees with the aranaras help.

Fontaine: with the mafia in control of the goverment the need for a hideout decreases drastically, but still the spina de rosula have many-a safe houses in possion and the underground of the court. If you somehow piss off the spina de rosula, avoid the ensuing court order, warrant, and gardes sent for your arrest, then you may get a personal visit from furina making sure your sleeping with the fishes. Aka shes gonna drown ya. be thankful its not nuevellette whod just cut you in half with his water jet of a charged attack.

The fatui: northland bank being a very popular and widespread bank allows for the fatui to get from nation to nation without arousing suspicion while also being very profitable. If you anger the fatui, any loans you may have with northland bank may spike dramatically in interest rates, if you escalate the situation to the point that a harbinger gets personally sent after you? Then might as well write your will now because you wont be escaping the cold fury of the fatui.

Abyss order: the abyss orders main hq is in well... the abyss. Though they do have safe houses in the chasm and ekdnomiya due to how dangerous the abyss can be. the abyss order loves to use monster "accidents" to deal with their targets.

¹without the archons being gods of the elements in this au the aranara wouldnt just blindly follow nahida, but with the mafia in sumeru focusing a large amount of their efforts in stopping the pollution of sumeru they are willing to work togother to help save the forrests.

[inarizakismanagers]

A/N: hey guys sorry for not posting in like forever, I do plan on writing more for this fic but releases will be slow. I may start writing some smaller drabbles and one shots more often, so feel free to message me for requests or leave them in the ask me section :))

Chapter 5

You woke with a pounding headache from the previous day's sex and alcohol induced coma, all of your decisions from the night before had hit you like a truck and now you had to mend the destruction they left in their wake.

The argument with your boyfriend, Yuji, would be particularly unpleasant to deal with however you knew the longer you left it the angrier he would become. His pride and ego had been hurt last night and he had been embarrassed in front of other people, a feeling of dread begins to pool in your stomach at the thought of his reaction. You had had first hand experience with your boyfriend's wrath all too often and it was not something you were looking forward to having to face.

You sat there contemplating your options, on the one hand you could get up and leave the stranger's apartment - Suna’s apartment to go deal with Yuji or you could avoid him today altogether. 

The thought of leaving him, breaking up with him had occurred to you many times but never as much as right now. There was no way you were going to go back to him in that relationship but at the same time the thought of attempting to break up with Yuji instilled terror in you. You couldn’t imagine how he would react or what he would do to you if you tried to break it off with him.

You settled on avoiding thinking about the subject, for now at least,you shifted your weight on the plush mattress turning to face Suna. You thought about the night you had spent with him, your cheeks dusting in pink feeling suddenly slightly self conscious at the thought.

Right now you were staring at dilemma number two, you didn't know what to do in this situation. You had gone home with Suna that night but you had no idea if you should’ve left already, you hadn't had many one night stands and the ones you did have the guy ended up leaving before you had woken up in the morning.

Not wanting to overstay your welcome and suddenly feeling in desperate need of a warm shower and change of clothes, you began to move to sit up and grab your clothes from the floor.

“Where are you going?” you heard a sleepy voice ask, you turned to face Suna heat rushing to your cheeks as you took in his form, his hair was a slightly tousled brown mop on his head, half lidded deep brown eyes watching you take him in. Your eyes dropped lower to his perfectly toned body and snake tattoo, for the love of mercy it was enough to make you wanna bash your head against a wall, why was he so freaking fine.

“You like what you see, darling” at that you snap your head back lowering it slightly in embarrassment, of course he caught you eye fucking him. “I’m going home, I need to shower and I have a lot of work to get done” you reply to his earlier question continuing to grab your stuff from the floor where it had been haphazardly thrown the night before. “Just shower here and let me make you some food, you haven’t eaten since yesterday it's nearly 4pm” he says checking his watch his tone is firm leaving no room for argument.

You’re slightly taken aback by his concern, but nod your head all the same when he raises an eyebrow in question challenging you to refuse.

“What would you like to eat?”

It was strange for Suna to wake up this morning, arms wrapped around your still sleeping, naked form. He wasn’t complaining though, he had only been able to fantasise for so long about having you in his bed, arms around you, kissing your lips. Now he’s got you where he’s only been able to dream of having you and he doesn’t make a single move to wake you. Too scared that when you wake up he’ll lose this perfect moment. Eventually, he feels you stir and closes his eyes, maybe if he pretends to sleep you’ll lull off too. You turn to face him, he feels your breath fan out on him and it takes everything in him to not wrap and arm around your hips another around the back of your head and kiss you.

Much to his horror you begin to get up and get dressed, why are you leaving? He thought the two of you had had a good night, he wanted to make you something to eat in hopes he could ask you on a date, a proper date because you deserved to be taken out and courted properly.

The other night he had been over excited at the thought of having you in his bed that he had abandoned his plan of asking you out on a date first. But he would do it right from now on, not just take you home after a night out.

He had convinced you to stay and shower and have food, he offered you a t-shirt, a pair of boxers and some joggers of his to wear as the only clothes you had to go home in was the skimpy dress you wore clubbing and torn up knickers. Of course when you put them on he saw that you were swimming in them, the clothes clearly being a couple sizes too big for you, nonetheless he felt a pang in his chest at the sight of you in his clothes. Something about seeing you in them just felt right to him.

He had made sure to cook whilst you had been showering, making two bowls of spicy beef ramen, setting the table. Normally, he’d have a maid prepare all of this but he felt a sense of contentment in being the one to take care of you.

Feelings like those were scarce in his line of work, so when they came you had to grab a hold of them and protect them at all cost. He thought more about how you would react when you found out what exactly it was that he did, as far as you were concerned he owned a nightclub that's it. Maybe that's all you needed to know at least for now, he was scared that you’d run if he told you, you were sweet and so pure with an easy going air that put people at ease. He, on the other hand, radiated an unapproachable, harsh demeanour that had people averting their gaze in fear when he looked at them.

The more he thought about it the more ridiculous he felt for thinking that you would want to be with him, however, he was nothing if not persistent and he had already decided you would be his even if he had to wait for you to realise it too.

[mafiaamongstus]

World History Part 1 (Pre-Imposters)

The year is sometime in the 3010s. Space travel has been around for about 50 years or so. Such to the point that when the infamous criminal “Henry Stickmin” founds a Space Resort / Casino, really the only surprise is how he was able to get away with it. 

Research Stations have been planted on the planets of Jupiter, Pluto, and the newly discovered Albion. Explorers are discovering more and more planets, and while most of them are inhospitable to humans, that’s easily remedied thanks to technology.

At first, there seem to be no signs of alien life (sentient, plant, or otherwise), and the human notion that a planet has to be M-Class to host life prevails, and they assume that there simply isn’t any planet capable of hosting life. 

And then they discover Mira. There, they discover plants and creatures that seem to share some semblance of life. They are not fully sentient, but they seem to display emotions, needs, and wants. These discoveries include the Bushplant, the Headcrab and Headslug, and the Squig. 

Instantly, humanity begins to develop a research center on Mira. They bring plants and animals from earth, and test how they interact with the Mirian animals. 

A young soldier named Olo is stationed at the research center, to provide any needed security, though really he ends up being a glorified babysitter for some of the animals since the scientists tend not to have issues with one another, and there’s hardly anyone else out there, is there?

And then suddenly, there was.

It took them several days to realize that something was wrong. At first it was assumed that one of the scientists was merely slacking off. Prioritizing their research instead of the daily tasks that kept the research station running.

And then the smell started. And oh, it was a horrid smell. Rot and mold and death. 

It was one of the dogs that found the bodies. The very first Mira-born litter of puppies. They didn’t know if it was the air, the food they gave the mother, or, as later theories would wonder, if something else had replaced the father. But the litter had been born blue and green and purple, each of them with a large, singular eye. 

The blue dog, the one that Olo had taken rather a liking to, had been the one to discover the body of Dr. Taio. 

Now, normally, discovering a body on a research base- especially a body that had a clear stab wound piercing it from front to back, comes with certain…procedures. However, these procedures must be ignored when the deceased is currently also seated in the cafeteria drinking Don Dew. 

Needless to say, the discovery of aliens that could completely mimic and replace a person was…not well received by the Government. 

The studies of Mira changed from simple studies for curiosity's sake, to researching ways to remove these Imposter aliens. 

One of their studies developed a parasitic mushroom that was dubbed “Fungle”. The plan was to release the mushroom on the Imposter’s home planet, once they found it. However, before they could do so, Mira HQ was attacked, and the fungle was released in an emergency escape pod, and lost to space.

Unknown to the scientists, soldiers, or even the aliens, that pod drifted back to space, and found its way to an undiscovered island in the middle of the ocean. 

[saipaintsastory]

Take Me to Church

A BoKuro Mafia AU

CW/TW: bondage, mentions of violence, a smidge of attempted murder, a *small* kidnapping, a hint of dubcon, some oral fun and smoking.

My knees ached. No, everything ached. Where am I? My eyelids felt like they weighed a 100 pounds as I tried to open them. I tried to recall what happened, but it felt like my thoughts were slogging through mud and just wouldn’t connect. There was only one dim light in the room, but it stabbed at my eyes like a million-watt bulb. I couldn’t see much, but what I could make out didn’t make sense. I was kneeling on a tatami mat; in a place I didn’t recognize. I tried to move but instead only felt the raw burning of rope biting into my skin around my thighs, my hips, wrists, chest, neck, everywhere, it felt like.

I looked down at myself. Bright red rope snaked around my thighs and calves, up between my legs, caging my body up into a collar at my neck and down around my wrists which were secured behind my back. I was also stark fucking naked. What the fuck is going on? My head was still swimming in a fog as I scanned the room looking for any indication of where I was or why I was tied up and naked.

“It’s about time you woke up. I’ve been waiting forever.” A man’s voice came from the darkness to my left. It was soft, but there was vicious edge to it. I know that voice. Shit. There was a shuffle of fabric, followed by slow, heavy footsteps that had me squirming, ignoring the sting of the rope as it tightened with every movement. I needed to get away before this psycho got to me. I tried to ignore the way it squeezed certain places; the conflicting sensations of pain and fear with unexpected pleasure were overloading my still hazy mind.

A figure stepped into the circle of light and squatted down next to me. The smell of his cologne bringing everything back into sharp focus in my mind, like someone had suddenly dumped cold water over me. My body reacted to the scent before my mind could catch up a moment later. A hint of wood smoke and whiskey trailed behind his cologne and the combination had me swallowing thickly. “I thought you quit smoking those stupid cigars, Bokuto.” I managed to force out, my voice hoarse and gruff.

“Well, you know I love a good Cuban after a victory.” He purred next to my ear. I couldn’t stop the wave of goosebumps the proximity of his voice and the heat of his breath on my neck sent crashing over my body. He stroked my cheek with the back of massive hand before whispering his lips over the shell of my ear, sending a shiver radiating down my spine. “Call me by my name, Tetsurou.” He breathed languidly, my cock filling out rapidly as I gritted my teeth against the sensation.

I tried to jerk my head away, but the rope bit into me, drawing a hiss from my lips and keeping me in too-close contact with the psycho in the suit next to me. Bokuto Koutarou; eldest son of the Bokuto clan, one of the Five Families. Childhood friend of one Kuroo Tetsurou, me, the only son of the Kuroo clan, another of the Five Families. That is, until the assassination of the Ushijima clan’s heir, sent the Families into a civil war. He and I were close once, and my heart ached at the memories that cued up in my mind. Young emotions, trampled under familial duty and forgotten over the years of manipulations and warring factions, all flooded back.

I hadn’t seen him since my father ordered the hit on him and his family three years prior.  I still had the scar above my eye from where he bashed my head in, almost besting me for good that day. He was stronger than I was, always had been, but I was quicker and just barely managed to escape with my life back then. This time though, I was at his mercy.  There was no escaping these ropes.

He stood up, slowly stepping in front of me, unbuttoning his shirt sleeves and rolling up the cuffs, his irezumi peeking out as it wrapped around his massive forearms. I remembered when he first got his ink; how the owl in flight that spanned the width of his broad shoulders was one of the most beautiful works of art I’d ever seen. The pang of longing in my chest made me sneer in response to the thought. As he bent down in front of me, I tried to avoid his bright golden gaze, hoping he couldn’t see the weakness I still had for him.  

“Look at me, Testu.” Bo said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. My eyes flicked to his mouth before I could avert them again. He laughed softly under his breath, the sound almost like the purr of a cat, went straight to my already half-hard dick, making it twitch involuntarily. God dammit. I tried to pull my knees together to give myself some sort of cover, but the ropes pulled so tight, it felt like my whole body was in a vice. “Christ Bo, what the fuck kind of knots did you tie?” I choked out as he continued to stare at me with that piercing gaze of his.

I tried to hold still, knowing if I moved any more, I’d probably strangle myself. Bo loosened his tie, popping the top button of his shirt open with a sigh. I hated myself for the visceral reaction my body had to watching him do these simple things. He leaned forward on his knees reaching a huge hand up to the scar above my eye. “It’s a shame that scarred, though it does lend a certain ruggedness to that face of yours.” He purred and I’d be lying if I said the feel of his touch on my skin didn’t make me want to melt into him. “You almost put me down that day, you know.” He continued and suddenly he wasn’t the rival I was sent to kill, but my oldest friend again.

“Bo I-“ I started, my voice cracking under the pressure from the rope. “What did I tell you to call me?” He interrupted and I looked up at him, a little confused. I couldn’t tell if he was toying with me or pleading with me to be the kids we once were again. His gaze was hypnotic and I couldn’t stop myself from falling into those golden eyes, just like I had as a kid. “Kou…” I whispered, transfixed by his stare. The corners of his mouth twitched up for just a moment before he crashed against my lips.

His kiss was hot and bruising and everything I’d ever fantasized about. His tongue split the seam of my lips and swiped hungrily into my mouth, swallowing the groan that escaped me at the feel of him. His hands cupped my cheeks as his fervent kiss enveloped me, body and soul. I’d wanted this for years. I purposely ignored the tiny nagging in the back of my brain wondering why this was happening now to focus on just how soft his lips really were. An eternity of bliss later, he pulled away with a gasp, pressing his forehead to mine. His hands roamed down my neck to my chest where he wrapped his fingers between the rope and my skin, gripping it painfully tight.

“I was supposed to kill you tonight, you know.” He whispered; his tone softer than before. “But just like you couldn’t do it three years ago, I can’t do it now.” I pulled back to look at him. He knew. He knew I couldn’t go through with it back then. I sighed and slumped as much as the rope would allow. “You knew all this time then?” I asked quietly. He put a finger under my chin tipping it back up to his line of sight. “That you lost that fight on purpose or that you were in love with me?” he asked with just the slightest hint of a smile. I could feel my eyes widen at the words, but before I could reply, he was closing the distance between us. “I’ve always known.” He breathed against my lips before kissing me deeply again.

I lost all semblance of thought as his mouth trailed kisses down across my jaw, down my neck, nipping at my collarbone as his hands slipped up my thighs, fingers gripping my hips in a bruising hold, betraying his own need. His touch was like fire on my skin, leaving every nerve exploding in its wake. A shuddering moan slipped from my lips and his grip tightened as he groaned into the skin of my shoulder. “Untie me, Kou. I want to touch you. Please.” I begged, giving up on all pretense. I felt him shake his head slowly against my skin and a thought crossed my mind; did he feel the same or was this all a sadistic game?

He leaned back to look at me, just as the thought cleaved its way through the heady lust that had pulsed through me a moment before. “I finally have you to myself. I’ve waited for this day since we were teenagers, Tetsu. I knew that was your father’s doing back then and while I’m sure they’re hunting for you as we speak, they’ll never find you here. You’re mine for now.” I watched him pull his tie completely off and rip open his shirt, buttons popping off, landing with soft plips on the mat.

He'd become even stronger, more defined since I last saw him without a shirt. His tattoos gracefully covering a chiseled chest, a large scar crossed his tanned abs and without thinking I tried to lean forward to kiss it. The rope bit into my neck and chest and I whined in spite of myself at the lack of connection. His fingers traced the length of the scar. “Is it stupid that I miss you every time I see this in the mirror?” Bo said quietly and I couldn’t help the smile that came across my lips. “So, you think about me a lot do ya?” I said, cocky tone matching my smirk.

He leaned forward, trailing a long finger down my chest to the knot of rope that sat just above my now dripping cock and I gritted my teeth to keep from begging out loud for him to go further. His lips brushed my ear, his hot breath sending waves of want across every inch of my exposed body. “All the time.” He purred and my hips twitched up reflexively. His fingers slowly moved below the knot, teasingly playing with my pubic hair and the need for him to touch me surrounded me tighter than the ropes that held me in place.

He began slowly kissing down my body. “Tonight’s (kiss) my one (kiss) chance (kiss) to have you (kiss) and if (kiss) you’ll let me (kiss) I’ll have you (kiss) seeing God (kiss).” His words punctuated with white-hot kisses had me trembling by the time he got to my thighs. My jaw ached as I tried with all I could to keep from begging him to touch me. My breath caught in my throat as I felt the lightest trace of his fingers run up the length of my aching cock, slowly swirling around the tip, teasing me in the worst and most delightful way. “So, Tetsu, can I?” he asked, his voice heavy with want. I looked down at him. The sight of those eyes staring up at me, lustful and needy almost made me burst on sight.

“Take me to church, Koutarou.” I exhaled, not caring how desperate I sounded. All the air punched from me as he swallowed me to the hilt, wrapping me in tight, wet, heat. I’d never felt anything so incredible in my life. As he worked me in all the divinest of ways, I slipped away into the gospel of Bokuto Koutarou.

[sail-boat-ro]

Spreadsheet addition/psa

Reading “Secrets We Hunt” by pawtiful in a room full of ppl is DANGEROUS. I have never wanted to fangirl scream and roll around on the floor as much as I do right now.

When I think sakuatsu, I thing suspense, action, romance uuuuuggggghhhh and THIS FIC HAS ALLLLLLL OF IT AND IT’S EEEVVVEEREYYYTTHIINGGGG

Personally suspense is a HUGE thing for me. If the fic I’m reading is keeping me on the edge of my seat, I literally can’t pay attention to anything else around me. EVEN PAIN OMG. I can be laying in the most uncomfortable position with a fan in front of me drying my eyes out, and I won’t even notice if I’m sucked into a fic. Honestly it’s a little concerning. But if that’s how I’m dying then BBOOOIIII is that a good way to go 😤

[yatsurinamikaze]

Into the Fire (Mafia AU!)

Yakuza! Sakusa Kiyoomi x Reader

Summary: Your asshole of an ex breaks up with you out of the blue. Fortunately, your brooding mysterious new neighbour becomes a welcome distraction. What happens when you realize you’ve left one nightmare, only to fall into the arms of something far more dangerous?

Chapter 2: We need to talk.

3 months earlier.

It was just another cold, gray, miserable Wednesday. You’d had one of those days where even the coffee didn’t hit right, your computer froze three times, and your publisher had the nerve to schedule a last-minute meeting at 4:55 p.m. Just as you dragged yourself back to your small, cozy house in the cul-de-sac, phone in hand, it buzzed.

"Hey… Y/N. We need to talk."

Ah, the dreaded “we need to talk.”

You braced yourself, knowing that Shirabu was about as emotionally complex as a wet mop, but this call caught you off guard. Ten minutes later, you found herself gaping at your phone, the call abruptly ended, and with it, your relationship. “I’m just not feeling it.” he’d said. Simple. Cold. Like canceling a freaken dentist appointment.

And just like that, he was gone. No explanations, no reasons—nothing. It was brutal, sure, but not exactly heartbreaking. Shirabu had been the safe choice, the “good on paper” guy. And you’d invested real time, real effort. So yeah, it stung—a little.

You shuffled into your kitchen, slammed the door with a little more force than necessary, and let out a groan that echoed through the empty room. Grabbing a spoon and the emergency ice cream stash from the freezer, you took a seat by the window, muttering to yourself.

"Goodbye, Shirabu," you grumbled, pointing the spoon at the frozen dessert like it could somehow understand your pain.

The universe, apparently, found this scene ripe for more drama because, just then, you caught movement out of the corner of your eye. Across the street, a moving truck sat parked in the driveway of the small, dark house that had been vacant for months. You leaned forward, squinting through the window, and saw a tall figure unloading boxes. You hadn’t seen his face yet, but his clothes stood out: all black, from his dark coat down to his boots. He moved with a cool, almost intimidating air—like he didn’t want anyone approaching him, and if they did, he’d probably glare them into submission.

Then he turned, and you saw him clearly: dark hair, piercing eyes, and a black mask covering his face. And if that wasn’t enough to intrigue you, there were two small moles on his forehead, giving him an air of mystery that felt out of place in your quiet little neighborhood.

Curiosity took over, and you decided to step outside under the pretense of “taking out the trash.” You carefully strolled down your driveway, doing your best not to look like you were snooping, just as he happened to walk around to the front of his driveway. You glanced over casually, trying not to be too obvious.

And then… you tripped.

Your foot caught on a random stone, and before you knew it, you were pitching forward in what felt like slow motion. Your arms flailed as you tried to catch your balance, but fate wasn’t on your side. Down you went, landing with a loud thud on the grass, a leftover piece of trash in your hand waving like a white flag of surrender.

To your horror, Mr. Mysterious had stopped, arms folded as he watched you with what looked like mild interest, his head cocked to the side as if he were trying to solve a very confusing puzzle.

"Are you… okay?" he asked, his voice low and, surprisingly, a little amused.

Mortified, you scrambled to sit up, brushing off grass from your clothes. “Yep! All good here! Just… you know, measuring the length of my grass. One more inch before I cut it!”

He didn’t laugh, but you could’ve sworn you saw a glint of amusement in his eyes. Straightening up, he nodded slowly, like he was weighing his words carefully. “Glad to know you’re thorough with your inspections.”

You offered a sheepish smile, standing up and trying to salvage what was left of your dignity. “Well, you know… it’s important work.” You couldn’t think of anything else to say. Who was this guy? And why was he so… mysterious? There was something unreadable in his gaze, like he was always in his own head.

"I’m Y/N, by the way. And, um, welcome to the neighborhood."

He looked at you for a moment, then, almost reluctantly, introduced himself. "Sakusa Kiyoomi." His voice was quiet, controlled, like he wasn’t used to talking. Up close, he was even more intimidating—tall, broad-shouldered, his presence calm but somehow intense. And that mask, half-covering his face, made you wonder what kind of secrets he was hiding behind it.

Just as he nodded to you, a loud, metallic creak echoed from the moving truck, followed by a sharp crash as a stack of boxes toppled over in the back. Sakusa didn’t react, standing there with the same unfazed expression. Finally, he glanced at the mess, then back at you.

“So much for first impressions?” he asked dryly, the hint of a smirk barely visible behind his mask.

You chuckled, biting back the ridiculous urge to make a joke. “Yeah, I think we’re both off to a rough start,” you sheepishly said, glancing at the chaotic pile of boxes.

“Looks like it,” while he didnt smile, you saw the corner of his eyes crinkle slightly. He nodded and swiftly turns around. And just like that, he was gone.

Let me know your thoughts! Im sorry I haven't edited it. Taglist is open. :)

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Warning!

This story will include murder, eventual smut, cursing and torture. This is a mafia fic ya’ll, it ain’t always rainbows and smiles in there.

Feedback appreciated! Enjoy!

Chapter 2 “What I Am”

~ Before Officer Sawamura arrives at the scene ~

“Would it kill that old geezer to let me have a fucking break for at least 24 hours? No of course not, ‘(Y/N) do this, (Y/N) kill that person’. I am overdue for a fucking vacation.“ You mimic Manjiro’s voice, you mutter angrily while assembling your sniper rifle together.

It’s pitch-black outside and the cold wind of Natori blowing in your face on the roof of the high apartment building that you are currently located at, makes you shiver. The only noises are the distant sound of mild traffic and the clicking noises of the connecting parts of your rifle.

Right across from the building that you are on, your target, a man in his mid-forties, has not been paying back his debt for two months now. The waiting is getting on Manjiro’s last nerves, which is where you are playing your part.

As the new hitman or actually hitwoman of Manjiro, it’s your job to eliminate the targets he sends you, no matter who or what time it is.

The last time you disobeyed his orders, meaning you rather slept than killed the next victim, Kyōtani gave you a surprise visit. And a not so friendly one at that.

You may be a woman but the yakuza doesn’t care about gender. Meaning, you will get the treatment like everybody else who disobeyed orders from the boss.

Luckily for you though, Manjiro has a small liking towards you, even though you’ve only been working for him for about 3 months now.

After the previous hitman Yahaba got shot down by the police, Manjiro needed a new puppet.

Before you became a part of the yakuza, you were a local weapon safety instructor for a small gun range. One day, someone tried to rob your store while it was just you and two guys about your age. One of them had milk chocolate colored fluffy hair, along with beautiful hazelnut-colored eyes, that shined with mischief and arrogance. The other one had dark, spiked-up hair and when you had a peek into his eyes, it was like staring into a dark mysterious forest. Both men had a tall and muscular stature and were competing with their shooting and it certainly didn’t look like they did that for the first time.

The way the green-eyed guy was always hitting bullseye was kind of hot to be honest.

The two of them were just practicing their shots when all of sudden someone slammed the front door open from the gun range and was armed with a gun. It was a younger guy, perhaps in his early twenties, with dark blue hair and uneven bangs. He was almost shaking with fear when he was holding a small gun in his hand. Before anyone could react though, you always have your rifle underneath the desk for safety reasons and it just took one second for you to get a clean shot right through his heart. It was like your brain automated its action by itself.

Your customers didn’t even flinch or look disgusted by the dead body that was now pooling blood on the gray carpet in the entrance hall.

The steam of your rifle was visible to the eye and the two men just looked at each other with undefined looks. The one with the dark brown spiky hair stepped over the body and turned the corpse on its back with his boot.

“Goshiki.“ He says without looking up at his friend.

“Well. At least that’s one problem less on our list.“ The other one replies with a click on his tongue.

Both of them turn to look at each other and then turn back to you.

Their dangerous glints in their eyes are making you uncomfortable and you try to reach again for your rifle, only to stop in your tracks after hearing their words.

“Say pretty girl… you’re an amazing shot. Probably better than Iwa-chan right here.“

“Screw you, Shitty-kawa.“ The dark brunette snarls at him.

Ignoring his friend‘s words, he continues to stare at you with a flirty smile.

“So listen. Here’s the deal. That kid you just killed is one of our rival‘s gang members. Since you basically saved our lives and took away some of our work, I want to make you a deal.“

You squint your eyes at him in suspicion but listen to what he is offering.

“Go on.“

“Technically we can’t let you stay alive. Yannow, the whole ‘no witnesses’ and shit. Soooo. Since I am so generous and a great handsome looking guy who has a weakness for beautiful ladies who can handle guns really well-“

“Stop beating around the bush and just get out with it!” The guy named ‘Iwa-chan’ yells at him.

“As I was saying. We could use a new member of our ‘family’. Our recent sniper was shot down by those cop pigs and our boss has been dying to find someone new to take care of people that piss him off. So what do you say? You get to live and work for us and we spare your life.”

After hearing his words, you begin to think. On one hand, you have nothing to lose and you cherish your life. On the other hand, as soon as you join them, you will be constantly on the run, no more living your normal life in safety and comfort.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see the less friendly brunette slowly reach for his gun in his holster, in case you decide not to join them and to stick with the ‘no witnesses’.

Taking a deep breath in, you look at them with a serious look.

“Fine. I’ll join.”

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🔪Homecoming🔪

Summary: Homecoming is here, but also crazy killers are here too. You just had to be there this hocoming!! Looking too good for you not to be killed. No hard feelings tho!

Warnings: Guns, death, mentions of shooting up a hoco, blood, cussing, stabbing, screaming, might not like Y/N in the end, weapons

(Clicking read more is consenting to read dark content and that your reading on your free will)

How did it get this way? At hoco, I am running for my life. Until they arrived, we were all dancing and laughing.

30 minutes ago...

"OMG GIRL YOUR DRESS IS PRETTY," your friend shouted over the loud music. There were a lot of people, so you were relieved to see your friend. "Thank you," you said, clinging onto her as people pushed by. You were somewhat nervous considering it was your first hoco. The music was pleasant, and the theme was old Hollywood, so it wasn't too horrible. Everyone was having a good time.

As time passed, you began to enjoy yourself and even began dancing with your friends. It felt nice. "Hey, I'm going to the bathroom," you stated before walking away from your friends. When you eventually made it past the crowd and to the 2nd floor of the school building, where the bathrooms were.

Something feels off, you think. It's quiet. It's extremely quiet. "I still need to pee," you muttered aloud to yourself. Going to the closest bathroom, you found something frightening. Blood. The stalls, the walls, the mirrors, and the sinks were all covered with blood. It appeared like a bloodbath. You didn't want to glance down when you noticed a bloody sparkly high heel in the mirror.

As you continued to look at the restroom, tears streamed down your cheeks. Think. You have to call someone and go get someone. You tripped over something as you ran out of the bathroom, trying to pull your phone out of your handbag. Your phone flew across the floor when you collapsed. Shit. Looking to see what you tripped you…

A body.

You cried loudly before getting back up to run again. You were getting near to the steps when you heard a series of screams. Then there were shots. What should I do? you wondered. Going downstairs would be a waste of time. There are too many people, and you don't know how many attackers are inside.

Think.

A side door. On the 2nd floor, there was a stairwell leading to a side door. You began to sprint again, this time making sure to grab your phone. You came to a complete stop when you approached the side entrance. In the hallway, there were two people. You couldn't see them clearly until one of them said anything. "Thank you for getting me out there, it is like a massacre." She was crying and struggling to catch her breath. Lilah. But who is this guy?

"It's ok, not a problem" . Hinata. Two of your best classmates in the school. You were relieved and decided to approach them to tell them about the side entrance until Hinata pulled out a knife and began stabbing Lilah. He stabbed and stabbed until her screams were inaudible, before inserting the knife into her throat. Pushing it in so that it can come out the other end. She collapsed against the lockers. Hinata reached into his pocket for a tissue and wiped his hands and face.

You closed your mouth to keep from screaming and began backing away slowly. You could feel your heart beating and your tears pouring quicker. He's in the way of the side entrance. What should I do? You were attempting to back up gently, especially since four other individuals had arrived to assist Hinata. They all appeared to be older.

You were so focused on the group that you forgot about the lockers behind you. You had backed up into the lockers. Making a lot of noise. All five of them glanced at you for what seemed like a long time before you bolted in the opposite direction. Run. Then you heard their footsteps taking off as well. Run faster.

How did it get this way? At hoco, I am running for my life. Until they arrived, we were all dancing and laughing.

When you arrived at the steps, you were sobbing uncontrollably. Fuck it. You ran downstairs. You were sprinting as quickly as you could. Your heels didn't make it easy. Going along many hallways till you came to a door. You were relieved to see another side entrance on the first level. You stopped hearing their footsteps and decided to take a breather before jogging to the door.

When you arrived at the door, you took a moment to consider whether you wanted to see if anyone was still alive or if they were all dead. A single glance wouldn't hurt. What if your friends were still alive, or if they were only injured? You heard something when you started walking away from the door again. Like a door opening.

Oh shit.

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I messed up the lineart regularly on this and I am incredibly sorry but also my guy looks brilliant

[seiwas]

@soumies

Miyas in mafia AU 👀