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astoldbyaja · 3 months ago

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Balance - AU JJK - side plot # 6 - Gambling and the VIP Bathroom

Toji’s at the race tracks doing his gambling thing when he sees his girlfriend at the track with another man! So he decides to call her and ask her where she’s at??

I didn’t understand the reason for gambling, bit Toji enjoyed it and it was his money so I never cared. Now that I sat here at the racetracks watching horses run around said track, I had to admit that the excitement of possible winning sounded fun.

I gambled only once and won. I was with Este, a Cuban oil baron and the two of us was waiting for Spike the best wardrobe designer in all of the country. Spike was running late and so it was just Este and I, and his security detail. I was leaned back in my chair, a white sun dress one of my necklaces hanging off my neck.

“Ah a perfect day for a race.” Este said and I smiled fanning myself with a white fan.

“You couldn’t have picked a better day. Now if Spike would hurry up and get here.” I exclaimed with a nod. I feel my phone ringing and I saw it was Toji. I answered it.

“Hello my love.” I replied.

“Hey…” he sounded a bit distant. “Where you at?”

“Oh, I’m at the racetrack with my friend. Your hobbies piqued my interest and so I thought I’d get together with some friends and try my luck at gambling. I won, but only once though.” I said with excitement.

“…Congratulations. I am also at the racetracks.” he said. My heart fluttered and I sat forward and looked around.

“Really where are you?” I asked.

“Look up at the top stands.”

I do just that and see Toji leisurely seated back with a gentle expression or maybe he was scowling. I smiled and waved. He gave a little wave back.

“Why don’t you come down and join us?” I asked.

“Or… or… you could come up and join me. Just you. Alone. Without whoever you’re with… and just who exactly are you with?”

“Oh, I’m with my friend Este. Spike is supposed to be here as well.” I replied.

“But he is running late, probably had a hair emergency or something!” Este said loudly, absentmindedly as he rolled his eyes. I smiled holding in my laugh at at his words.

“A friend huh?” Toji asked. I could hear the suspicion in his tone, and a hint of something else. Jealousy.

“Would you like me to come up and say hi?” I asked looking up at Toji. He didn’t answer he just raised his hand and curled his finger for me to come to him. I smiled and hung up the phone, standing up and looking at Este.

“I’ll be right back.” I replied.

“Yes yes.” my friend said waving me off. I grinned and walked around him moving onto the steps and walking up the stairs. As I made it to the top, Spike was approaching, leaning over as if catching his breath.

“I’m sorry… I’m late… I had a hair emergency.” he panted. I smiled and nodded.

“It’s okay. Go hang out with Este until I get back from the restroom.” I replied. Spike smiled.

“Make room oil boy, Spike’s coming through!” he boomed as he struts down the stairs. Este groaned.

“Stop calling me that or I’ll have my security taser you!” he exclaimed.

“Ooh don’t threaten me with a good time.” I hear Spike say.

Those two needed to stop acting like they weren’t having a secret affair.

I made my way down the halls. On the right was the VIP restrooms, the cleanest of all the other restrooms I assumed. Este used them earlier and spoke about how they were nice bathrooms. I was midway to passing it when the door shot open quickly and I was suddenly grabbed and pulled inside. I cried out only to feel a strong hand on my mouth as my back was gently pressed to the wall. I saw Toji’s scowling face. I blinked quieting myself and removed his hand from me.

“What are you doing here at the tracks Bee with… another man?” he asked lowly his eyes averting my gaze. I noticed the restrain in his voice as if he was trying to hold back how his emotions and I tilted my head confused.

“Toji I was just hanging out with some friends is all. Besides you spoke so highly about your gambling hobbies, and you said you’d be busy with work today… Este and Spike were in Japan and invited me out.” I replied genuinely.

“Yeah, I finished work early and came here… I wish you had just told me where you were going to be. I wanted your first time at any gambling place… to be with me.” he said with a pout. I blinked rapidly and slowly smiled.

“Oh Toji I’m sorry. I didn’t know you had secret plans to take me gambling with you one day.” I said gently poking his cheek. He moved back from my finger but when I moved to poke his firm skin again he didn’t move. I now began to caress his cheek and his eyes fluttered close and he began to release a gentle moan in response. My eyes flexed.

“I’m sorry I was being… jealous. I saw you with another man and what looked like security and I felt like he was trying to stake a claim on you on something.” he said. I smiled more at his words.

“Trust me that friend is not interested in me in the slightest. But if you’d like to make it up to me I know how you can.” I said with a pur leaning up to him. His eyes darkened immediately, and he wasted no time crashing his lips against mine. I wrapped my arms around him and his body immediately back into the stalls.

Within seconds the bathroom was filled with deep moans and pants. Toji was sitting down, hands tight on my hips as he guided me up and down on his thick cock. I cried out as our bodies moved hard against one another; his lust fueled eyes watched every expression of lust that played on my face.

“Fuck you look so hot like this baby!” he breathed raggedly, leaning forward to bury his face in my neck, his hot tongue running over the crook of my neck. I whimpered at the sensations feeling a twinge- no a jolt of pleasure shoot up in my body. “That’s right tighten up.”

I panted deep and hard wrapping my arms around him, my fingers bunching up his shirt.

“G-god, you’re so deep!” I cried out feeling his shaft spread my insides.

“Fuck never thought taking you in a bathroom would feel so good.” He grunts grinding his hips hard into me.

“And the VIP *pant* *pant* no less.” I breathed. Toji looked up at me with a smirk.

“Only the best for my girl.” he said, and I smiled and kissed him lovingly, my tongue darting into his mouth to dance passionately with his tongue. His hands moved to my bottom, and he squeezed my ass cheeks tight moving me harder with him.

“Fuck this dress you’re wearing is driving me insane. Here stand up.” he pants. He begins to stand and raise me off him. I mewl as his cock leaves my drenched entrance and once, we are both on our feet, I feel him quickly turn me around, lift my dress, and press his firm back to my chest and before I knew it he was sliding back into me. I moaned out deeply feeling this angle make my stomach cramp up.

“Fuck!” I moan out as he drilled into me hard. His tight balls slamming into my clit causing further stimulation. He growl and panted hard squeezing my ass cheeks hard.

“Fuuuuck, you feel so good like this, Bee!” he panted. I feel my fluids dripping onto the floor and running down my thighs and I suddenly feel his thumb gently teasing my tight asshole. “I don’t think I’ve ever fucked your ass before.”

Before I could think I feel his thumb press into my tight ring of nerves and I gasp sharply my breath caught in my throat so hard I almost choke. My vaginal walls clamped down around him immediately.

“Fuck!” we both moaned out, his thrusting becoming more aggressive or brutal.

“You like that huh baby, you like when I play with your asshole like this?” he pants. I cry out harder, my mind complete mush from the sensations. My tongue hanging gently from my mouth.

“Yes Toji, it feels so good!” I cry out. I feel his thumb begin to move in and out slowly between his thrusts in my vaginal. Now the pleasure was more intense, and I cry out harder feeling sensations I had never felt before in my ass.

“Damn, your pussy tightened up really hard now! I love it!” he praised ramming me harder and harder. I was at my limit, his cock head had found my gspot and the new found sensation from my ass had me seeing stars.

“Yes yes yes yes yes!” I chant as I push back against Toji’s hips.

“I think I’m going to take this ass tonight. Make it mine over and over and over again.” Toji said. Now I feel his chest in my back, his free hand coming up to gently take hold of my throat. Now my mind was screaming WARNING WARNING as he applied pressure to my neck.

“Would you like that baby, would you like me to stretch your sexy fat ass with my cock?” he panted raggedly in my ear, his hot breath hitting me. I screamed now as my orgasm hit me hard, my body over stimulated from his cock in my vagina, his thumb in my ass, and his hold on my neck. I feel as if I’m peeing on myself as my cum sprays all over his cock and my thighs. Not to mention the floor. In seconds Toji grunts hard slamming into me and releasing everything he’s got. My entire body spasms so hard I lose control of my feet and I start to collapse and Toji holds me pulling me into his lap as he collapse on the toilet seat.

“Fuck that was good.” he said.

“So good.” I agreed. He nuzzled the back of my hair.

“Well we learned something new that you liked.” he teased between pants. I blush gently.

“Yes… yes we did.” I said turning my head to look at him. “How about our next date be a gambling date.”

His eyes sparkled at my words, and he nodded.

“I would love that.” he said. Suddenly the VIP doors slam open and both Toji and I tense, using our hands to cover the opposite’s mouth. That was a good decision too since Toji was still inside me and my surprise made my muscles clench, and he moaned quietly into my hand.

We could hear the noises from outside and it sounded like low breathy moans from two men outside.

“I’ve been waiting for this all day.” I knew that thick accented voice. Este.

“Fuck take me!” I hear the desperation in Spike’s voice.

Toji and I both tensed as we looked at each other knowing we were trapped in here about to listen to my friends go at it. Our eyes just stared at each other as the moans continued from outside the stall. In seconds the darkness returned to our eyes and both our lips curved into a mischievous smirk against each other’s palms. Well, this just got interesting.

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Author's Notes

Side plot # 7- You’re not my mom!

Side plot #8- Those three words

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rollercoasterwords · 2 years ago

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weekend wip

it is actually monday morning 4 me but ty for the tag @spindrifters !! here is a bit of ch 3 of the werewolf fighting ring au as it is. the only wip i have actually worked on for the past 2ish months lol

They don’t speak again until Sirius is cleaning the blood from his hands. Lupin sits up, leaning against the wall, smoking a cigarette. He watches Sirius, eyes narrowed slightly, thoughtful.

“You don’t get squeamish easily,” he says, on an exhale, as Sirius finishes scourgifying his skin.

Sirius looks up. He blinks, then shrugs, re-pocketing his wand.

“I’m good with blood.”

“Hm.”

Remus takes another drag on his cigarette. He’s still watching Sirius. Still studying. Sirius doesn’t know whether he’s supposed to look away.

“Would’ve been easier if you’d let me use magic,” he says, finally, when the silence begins to itch across his skin. Remus exhales more smoke. The room’s so small, Sirius can’t help but breathe it in. The air between them feels hazy.

“You some kind of healer, then?”

Sirius snorts. “No.”

“What, couldn’t hack the training?”

“Never had any training.”

“Huh.” Remus taps ash from the end of his cigarette. He’s still staring. He has eyes that could strip the skin from bone. “But surely you must have some sort of gainful employment? Unless illegal gambling is your full-time job.”

“I’m a Black,” Sirius mutters, looking away, “I work for the Ministry.” He says it casually, nonchalant. Lupin’s eyes flash like he can sense the bitter aftertaste that the words leave behind.

“Oh, excuse me,” he arches a brow, “How ever could I forget?” Inhale, exhale. “Let me guess—fast track for the Wizengamot? Clerking for daddy dearest?”

Sirius looks down at his hands. There’s some blood that he missed, under his fingernails.

“Department of Magical Law Enforcement.”

“Fuck me!” Lupin laughs, and it turns into a hacking cough. He rubs his chest, tilting his head back against the wall. “An Auror? You? Really?”

Sirius should—go. Probably. Maybe. He doesn’t like where this conversation is going.

“Or…not an Auror?”

When he looks up, Lupin is staring at him again. Eyes half-lidded, sliding down to his left forearm. Sirius can feel his skin burning, from wrist to elbow. He has to resist the urge to tug at his sleeve just to make sure it’s still rolled down.

“Why are you suddenly so talkative?” he snaps, before he can stop himself. Lupin raises a brow.

“Why are you still here if you don’t want to talk to me?”

Silence.

Inhale, exhale.

Smoke.

“I’ll see you next month,” Sirius mutters, letting the door slam shut on his way out.

no-pressure tags: @arik-readsbooks @steelycunt @dykefever @mayescapade @mayzarbewithyou @theinvisiblemuseum

#wfrau #tag game <3

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under-hypnosis-shes-mesmerized · 3 months ago

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[After hearing the fact the items advertised aren't actually on him, he looks down to try to find them? and expectedly, he can't!] augh.. first I lose the ring now this..? jeez I- [mid-sentence, abruptly he starts to look around, frantic, and genuinely trying to find his things, but they are gone..?] [pacing back and forth, trying to collect thoughts but feining at the ability to] oh god I can't leave.. oh, oh no.. I can still [the sound of snapping fingers repeatedly rings through the open planes they both stand in] ... oh.. oh no..

no, no not yet I can still run from this, come on! work! please! come on!! [frantically, the sound of pitiful snapping hastens, dull, and slowly decreasing in frequency as hope dies, and the only thing he can do is look down at his hands] no.. no come on come on I was supposed to get a solution this time! I can't this can't be it! no no, NO I'm I'm not I'm NOT going back [he's saying this to his right hand, you can tell there's some sort of symbol on it, considering it is glowing pretty obnoxiously] okay okay I'm one moment alright ALRIGHT! [posture suddenly changing and the air of overconfidence,.. thankfully.. is back] So! now, IF you see that little controller fella, I'm going to need you to try to pry away the ring they have don't try wearing it, trust me it'll do way too much harm to you than good! in the meantime, I'll be looking around to see where my stuff went I'll admit to you this place, SHOULD be pretty off the ringer for them! I mean to be fair, I didn't really set a course to get here, it was really just a gamble on my part I swear to you I'll I WILL get that stuff to trade with you eventually, but I think I might have to just, steal them again, and I'm going to need that ring if I'm going to do that [okay, or the stuff could just.. be in the grass? why is he so sure that he would need to steal them again?? from WHERE?? and how? okay nevermind I guess, I give up on trying to figure this out, yeesh] now I GET it why do this for basically no reward? think about it this way! it's a REALLY cool and kind thing to do, you'll be SO insanely cool to me, PLUS I'll give you a sword and various teachings about how to preform, basic.. ish, spells! so,.. if you see the controller try swiping away the ring, I assure you, it'll be worth it and if you're asking why I can't do much without my items, yes, I do rely on them for most of my casting ability, yes I'm slightly ashamed of that fact, but if I have that ring, I ASSURE you, you'll be impressed! In the meantime, if you want to talk about anything, I don't really have much else to do, after all! [with this final remark, he clasps his hands together and holds them near his head, both of them being held above the shoulder line, the gesture seems pleading? or is it more of an overdramatically friendly pose? it doesn't really matter, but it does seem a bit weird] -💡

" !- "

Well, the movement caused her to be shocked for a moment, but by the way he's pleading, this looked very serious. Miku's not the type of person to leave someone in trouble!

If she's able to get the ring back, then she definitely will. Maybe stay a while to help Lightblub recover? Yeah, she should do that first.

" You got it! I'll try and see it I can find them, and pry it off of them in the process! So, uh... you wanna talk about clouds? Anything that makes you feel better? "

#《 💙 ask answered! 》#《 💡lightbulb anon 》

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clairethecutepup · 1 year ago

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Chapter 4: Hellscape-Goat

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After a few days, it’s time for the goat-fighting tournament. Rocko's standing inside the pen they gave him, and he’s waving his tongue and “baaa-ing,” again. It kinda looks like the fair, almost: there’s a table where they take the money everyone gambles, there’s a bunch of seats for the audience, they’ve got vending machines and food stands, a merchandise spot, and the pens and stage for the goats. Rocko keeps trying to fight with the goats next to him-- even though they’re not supposed to, yet!

"Hey, man..." Cio talks to Rocko, from the door, "Save that energy for the field..."

He jumps back when Rocko slams into it, while Faxie yelps from Cio’s overall pocket. Leena and Sparky look at each other: Leena frowns and Sparky is super scared. Ryuketsu isn’t reacting ‘cause he’s sleeping in a nearby chair. I’m starting to get scared about Rocko being let out of there…

"O-Okay," Cio gulps, "you do you, man..." He looks at us, “Is it me, or does it seem like he’s getting angrier lately…?”

“No, it’s not you,” Sparky looks at Cio, “I’m starting to think this might not be the best idea right now…”

“But Sparky,” Leena raises a finger, “Grayson says that they do a lot of things to make goat-fighting much better here, than it would be in the wild and so on,” she nods and puts her fists on her hips, “Grayson is very smart, so everything he says is always true and we can trust him.”

“I dunno, man,” Cio watches Rocko, “Grayson might be smart, but he can’t actually predict things… I thought he’d be right about this being some kind of ‘outlet,�� but it’s starting to feel more like it’ll be a bloodbath instead,” he looks at all of us, “Do you think it’d be too late to tell ‘em we--?”

The speakers play a trumpet sound, so it's time for everyone to go where they’re supposed to.

Sparky bites his lip, “I-I’d say, ‘Yes’...”

“Maybe it will not be so bad,” Leena puts an arm around him and Cio, “Do not forget about Grayson, guys.”

Well, Grayson is one of the smartest people I know, but Rocko is really mean and scary… I dunno what to really think. I guess all we can do is hope that this’s another time where Grayson’s right… Cio wakes Ryuketsu up; while Leena, Sparky and I go sit in the stacked seats for the audience. Ricky and Grayson are here, too, and they’re beside Sparky; while I’m sitting in between him and Leena. I really hope Rocko’s not giving Cio and Ryuketsu a hard time…

We hear the speakers start talking: "Ladies and gentlemen, are you ready for another exciting tournament of goat-fighting?"

"Whoa, ho, there, Mike," another guy talks, "don't be so 'bigoted' toward those who may identify as neither! We don't wanna be known as those jerks who exclude 'basketballs,' 'piranhas,' and whatever else from our competitions! But seriously, folks, we love y’all the same, no matter who or what you might be-- as long as you've got money to spend here, anyway. If not, exit's right over there."

"Oh, come on now, Larry, we're here for the goat tournament, above all else. Otherwise, everyone would all be at our local mall instead."

"Well, we need more than your standard admission and gambling fees, to keep the wives in their fancy diamond rings and lamborghinis. Let’s just say, I’d rather have a goat break my scapula, than break the news we’re not getting a new car this year.”

"Speaking of, let's start with our first competitors: Torrlantcio Volpe's entry, 'Horned Harbinger,' against Matilda Schautten's entry, 'Hammer Time.'"

Matilda has an easier time bringing her goat into the arena; while Ryuketsu pulls and Cio pushes Rocko, but Rocko really fights them…

"Uh oh, it seems like one of them is getting a bit of cold feet," Mike says, "Or ‘hooves,’ I guess you could say."

Larry asks, "Guess his, 'Baaa,' is worse than his ram, huh, Mikey?"

"Or, rebellious phases aren’t just for teens, seeing how hard of a time he's currently giving his handler and owner-- oooooh, he's sent that kid back with a swift buck to the gut."

"Jeez, if that's how he treats his owner, we may actually need a body bag for ol' Hammer Time down there..."

"Well, hopefully we won't be able to finally have a casualty or even fatality count, but I'm sure it'll all be fine in the end."

"We'll just have to see, now that they're finally in and all set to begin! I say we should do a quick prayer for Hammer Time, just in case his opponent is as fierce as he's making himself out to be!"

"Alright, lock horns..." The referee raises a hand, while watching Ryuketsu and Matilda do that with the goats, "Release, and go!"

The referee moves his hand down and blows into his whistle, while the goats pull away from each other. They keep ramming into each other, but Rocko manages to eventually knock down Hammer Time. Then Rocko runs after him, when Hammer Time tries running away.

"--And it looks like 'Horned Harbinger' has won this round!" Mike finishes.

"Uh oh, looks like he didn't quite get the memo..." Larry says, "He's still determined to make 'Hammer Time' become 'Hammered Down'!"

The staff members run to Rocko and try to stop him. He looks at them and seems to be thinking, before he runs past the two trying to jump him. Rocko runs at Hammer Time again, but jumps onto his side this time. Hammer Time falls on the fence, while Ryuketsu runs in to help out. Rocko climbs over Hammer Time, and jumps off him and over the fence, before Ryuketsu can catch him. Rocko runs to us and-- uh oh…

“Holy smokes!” Larry yells, “This is the first time one of the contestants challenged the audience instead!”

Leena grabs me and runs one way; while Sparky, Grayson and Ricky run somewhere else. Leena and I get away, and I look past her to watch Rocko charge into the box-thing that Larry and Mike are in. Now, they’re out of it ‘cause Rocko’s chasing them. Luckily, Leena manages to get us on top of some vending machines that’re next to that small bathroom building. I dunno how helpful they’ll be, though, when he managed to knock down a tree… Jeez, Rocko’s sure causing a lot of trouble: he’s chasing people, ramming into things, and doing other bad things!

“Guys, come on,” Cio runs up to us, “we have to stop that maniac!!”

We really do-- especially when Rocko ran away from the tournament and into the rest of Wolfuchs! Does this mean we really did create: “The Goat of Wolfuchs”...? Some cars swerve (and crash) when Rocko runs around in the road; and people are running away screaming, or leaping in and on whatever they can to get away from him. It’s not really easy for any of us to catch him, though… A swerving car hits Ryuketsu and sends him into some trash cans, while Rocko’s head sends Ricky into another car’s front window. Leena tries jumping on Rocko, again, but she’s got a better grip this time; but Grayson and Sparky get too close and kicked away. Cio then gets chased up a nearby street light, and Rocko tries to ram him off but can’t. Maybe he just hates me and Leena more, so that’s why he can’t hit hard enough to knock the light over, like he did the tree?

Uh oh, he definitely hates me more than Cio ‘cause he’s focused on me, now!!! I gotta get out of here!!

Leena yells, “Run, little buddy, run!”

I try, but he’s faster than me: he hits my back, really hard (ow…), and I’m suddenly in the sky! While I’m spinning and falling, I hear some lady scream my name, before some guy yells out that he’s got me. I suddenly get caught by someone: it’s Suto! Uh oh, looks like I caused him to drop his grocery bags, so he could save me… I really hope we can get more of whatever it was.

“Well, that’s an interesting way to give, ‘dropping in,’ a whole new meaning…” he smiles at me, “Where did you come from, little one?”

He’s with the rest of the Akaitsuki siblings: Kira, Kubi and Hoshi. I guess it was their turn to shop for us ‘cause they’ve all got bags.

Kira asks, “Are you alright, Claire?!”

I gotta warn them about Rocko!

I point at him, “Go’!”

Kubi asks, “Hey, what the heck’s that goat’s problem?!”

“Well, whatever it is,” Hoshi shrugged, “we can’t just stand around and let it wreck our town! I also wouldn’t want the cops to decide on taking it out…”

Suto hands me to Kira, before he and the other two run toward Rocko. Kubi jumps where Rock can see him.

He waves his arms, “Hey, over here!”

After Rocko sees him, Kubi lowers his head and aims it at Rocko, like he would. I think he’s trying to tell Rocko he wants to fight…? Rocko charges at him, but Kubi dodges and grabs one horn, while Hoshi jumps in and grabs the other one. They hold Rocko in place, until Suto runs over and stops beside Rocko, before reaching under him to grab one front leg and a back leg. He pulls Rocko onto his back and stands above him, while holding onto Rocko’s front legs. Rocko’s completely stuck, and Hoshi and Kubi help out by holding onto his hind legs and horns. Phew, looks like we finally found someone that can keep Rocko from hurting anyone else! … But what do we do now, if even fighting is a bad idea for him? Hopefully, they can help with that, too.

[End Chapter 4]

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Author's Notes:

Interesting fact, some places in the world do have goat-fighting (or ram-fighting) as an actual part of their culture: right off my head, there's Africa and Vietnam, if I recall correctly. Personally, I find it to be a more preferable pastime to the likes of dog-fighting or cock-fighting, seeing as goats don't really need... "aggravating" to start ramming everything in a 5ft radius. Plus, the goat/ram version of animal combat allows for fleeing and isn't meant to be to the death. The only part of it I'd disagree with are any pulled-out horns, sometimes done so the kid's head would be forced to grow bigger and "better" ones. I'd also like the extra steps Wolfuchs takes to be implemented: padded horns and all, to further ensure the phrase, "blood sport," is more exaggeration than anything.

Also, I just love the part where Suto catches Claire, something about that interaction just seems so nice. And, you just gotta love how big, strong Ryuketsu can't stop a goat, but three smaller guys can. Then again, they know a bit more about animals than he does. Another interesting fact: Suto preformed an actual manner of pinning an unruly goat, where you yank them onto their back, before you stand over them and hold their front legs. However, you should really only use that whenever it's absolutely necessary, as it's quite distressing for the goat because it forces submission... Yet, no sympathy for Rocko here on that, obviously.

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moonseonghwa · 2 years ago

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Starboy (smut)

Word count: 2k

Warnings: boxer!Yunho, unprotected sex, shower sex, violence, smoking, oral (m receiving), choking, hickeys, praising and slight size kink.

summary: all Yunho needs after winning another boxing match is you and a shower.

contains mature content, minors dni

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The cheerings of the crowd were almost inaudible as you waited outside of the abandoned building. You lit a cigarette, bringing it to your lips before someone took the small piece out of your grasp before it could touch your face. You turned your head in annoyance, closing the lighter you held in your other hand.

There he was, the star of the night: Jeong Yunho.

He inhaled the smoke before handing the cig back—a chuckle on his face as he released the cloud through his nose.

‘’Ready to see me beat some ass?’’ He asked, eyebrows lifting with that cocky look of his that you found oddly cute. He pecked you on the lips, making you release a laugh.

‘’I’ll believe it when I see it’’ You replied, bringing the deadly stick to your lips. There was a fight tonight between Yunho and his biggest rival. Absolute fight of the season since both of them were on top of their game. Underground fighting was popular these days, so everyone gathered to watch both guys beat each other up so they could win some money on gambling.

You were Yunho’s partner in the gym. Since you got some skills yourself, you were delighted to see how fast he picked up on your techniques before making them even better. He couldn’t beat you in boxing though. You were small, but you were skilled in important areas.

‘’Yunho, let’s do this!’’ San yelled, coming up behind him to drag him back inside ‘’Oh hey, Y/n’’ He smiled, waving at you ‘’I’m going to steal him from you so he can beat up that bastard’’

You chuckled, throwing the cigarette on the ground before walking back inside. You stood at the far back, probably barely visible from the ring. However, Yunho locked eyes with you almost immediately as he stepped into it. The cheers were almost deafening, it thrilled you to see how many were on Yunho’s side. There was no denying he was one of the best fighters in the country, and he could make it big if he went into the real boxing world.

Yunho took off his shirt, showing his toned body and the tattoo that adorned his spine. You’ve seen it before, but his nice figure always made your mind cloudy.

‘’You’re here for the tall one?’’ A girl next to you asked. She was tall and her hair was colored dark navy, you remember her from the fights before. You don’t know her actual name, but people always referred to her as Soul. She helps organize the fights.

‘’I am’’

‘’He’ll win, like always’’ She added. ‘’Jay’s strong, but not on his level’’

You didn’t reply, too focused on the look in Yunho’s eyes as he stared at you intensely while wrapping the white tape around his knuckles. The start of the fight got announced shortly after, the heavily tattooed girl in the ring explaining how you were supposed to leave when the police show up. Soul handed you a beer as the fight began.

Yunho was all about attack. He dodged all the hits which were sent his way, punching Jay in his ribs before grabbing his shoulder, lifting his knee up as it made contact with the guy’s face. Unexpectedly, Jay punched his side, a perfect chance to throw a hook right in Yunho’s face. You could see him take a second to reconsider before jabbing Jay straight in the face. There was a sense of nerves in you, the way his eyes lit up with anger.

A few more hits and it was already done. The tattooed girl came into the ring, lifting Yunho’s arm as she announced his win. You chugged down your beer, dropping the bottle on the table before making your way down to the locker rooms.

Since the supporters of the opposite party were already leaving, it took you a while before you got there. You opened the door to be met with Yunho who was washing his hands. The locker room was dimly lit, a few lights flickering as the place was obviously not used anymore.

‘’You got hit, twice’’ You said, leaning against the lockers. ‘’I told you, keep your hands close to your body for unexpected blows’’

‘’Did you come here to lecture me, or can you help me take care of these burning cuts?’’ He replied, drying his hands and face with a towel. You walked up to him without saying a word, the first aid kid already in your hand. You grabbed his shoulders, sitting him down on the bench as you took a seat next to him. You inspected his face, there were a few cuts and his hair was damp because of the sweat. His torso was exposed which made you notice the dark blue bruise.

‘’How did you see me?’’ You asked, referring to the way he immediately locked eyes with you in the huge hall. You’ve stood in the middle before, and the place you were standing tonight was hardly visible because of the bright lights.

‘’I had a feeling you would be standing there’’ He replied as you grabbed his hand, cleaning the small cuts on his knuckles. When you finished disinfecting them, you looked up at him, noticing the blood on his cheekbone. Your hand came up to his face as you dipped the cotton swab on it, making Yunho wince.

‘’Sorry’’

He smiled in return, kissing you again. When you were finished, you closed the box and placed it next to Yunho on the bench. When you turned your head, Yunho grabbed the back of your neck, pulling you close as you felt his lips against yours. He was needy, it was evident in the way he held you close.

You kissed him back, hand running up his chest to tangle through his hair.

‘’I was only thinking about you during the fight’’ He broke the kiss letting his hand drop down to your waist to pull you on his lap.

‘’I’m honored’’ You replied, hooking your leg around his waist as you crashed your lips on his again. ‘’Let’s take this to your place, you need to take a shower’’ You said, winking at him as you pecked his lips one more time before getting up.

‘’Are you saying I stink?’’ He said dramatically, pointing his finger at himself.

‘’No, but you’re all sweaty’’ You walked up to him ‘’And it wasn’t because of me’’ you added, throwing a clean shirt to him which he caught laughing.

When you entered his apartment, the smell of the faint cologne Yunho always wears washed over you. You let out a satisfied hum as you took off your shoes, Yunho doing the same before dragging you to the bathroom.

‘’Join me, hm?’’ He said, pulling you towards the shower as he took off his shirt before turning on the shower. You complied easily, taking off your own clothes. His broad shoulders and well-defined muscles were a sight to see. Even though the front was even better.

You traced his tattoo with your hand, all the way from his neck to his lower back. He turned his head, seeing you behind him in the mirror, the size difference made his eyes fill with lust. You had already taken off your clothes, revealing the red lingerie set—his favorite.

You met his eyes in the mirror before he turned around, towering over you as he grabbed your waist to pull you flush against him. Your hands were placed on his chest as you tippy-toed to kiss him.

‘’Again’’ He said in a deep voice.

So you kissed him again, and again until he finally deepened the kiss, throwing your arm around his shoulder to keep you from falling. There was something about kissing Yunho that was strangely addicting, like a drug that pulled you back one too many times. You accidently pressed on his bruise though, making him wince.

‘’Careful’’ He whispered, smiling as you muttered a small ‘sorry’ before going back to kissing him.

You didn’t even notice him undoing your bra before you felt the straps drop from your shoulders. He took it off completely before pushing your chest against his as he groaned into the kiss. You pulled away to take off your panties as he pulled down his shorts, revealing his hard-on.

He pulled you into the shower, pressing you against the cold tiles as he threw your leg around his waist. His wet hair hung loosely on his forehead after he ran his hand through it.

‘’You drive me crazy’’ He said, dropping to his knees as his face was in front of your dripping core. The steam fogged up the small cabin which made it warmer inside. Yunho opened your legs with his hands, placing open-mouthed kisses on the inside of your thigh.

‘’Wait wait’’ You pulled him up ‘’As much as I love that, you won tonight so let me treat you’’ You turned both of you around so he was against the wall. He smirked at you before you started to kiss down his neck, sucking ever so slightly to mark up his perfect skin. After a few hickeys in places he won’t be able to cover, you dropped down on your knees.

‘’Show me how good you are’’ He groaned out, moving your damp hair out of your face as you licked the base of his length all the way to the tip, igniting a deep moan from him. You took all of him in your mouth, gripping his thigh with your hands to steady yourself. His grip on the back of your head tightened every time you went up and down on him. You felt him grow even harder before he picked you up, pushing you against the wall as he tapped your thigh to make you jump.

‘’Want to be inside of you so bad’’ He whispered in your ear, lining his length up with your entrance. ‘’All mine’’ He muttered, before entering you slowly. You both moaned as he leaned his forehead against yours, taking in the sight of his dick disappearing in your hole.

He started thrusting his hips into you, making you clench around him. You felt full, satisfied as he stilled inside of you to catch his breath.

‘’Good girl, taking me like this’’ His words spurred you on even more, the heat inside your core making it hard to think about anything other than his pulsating length inside of you as he pulled out to slam into you again.

His hand came up to wrap around your neck, lifting your chin in the process so you were forced to lock eyes with him. He looked insanely hot like this, mouth slightly parted in pleasure and wet locks slicked back as he stared at you intensely.

‘’So good, Yun’’ You started meeting his thrusts as you ground down, your hand desperately trying to find something to hold onto. His fingers around your neck dropped down to circle your clit making pleasure erupt inside you as you whimpered.

‘’I’m gonna come if you keep clenching around me’’ He spoke up, voice strained and low in your ear.

‘’Come for me Yunho, fill me up’’ You moaned, tugging his hair back. ‘’Want it, all of it’’ You mindlessly stammered, too drowned in the feeling. His moans grew louder, indicating he was close too as your legs were trembling.

He filled you up, praising you through it as the feeling of his hot cum made you tumble over the edge. He rode out your high before pulling out, resting his head on your shoulder as you both had to take a second to catch your breaths.

‘’Let’s get you cleaned up’’ He whispered, pulling you flush against him as he took you under the hot shower. ‘’Best trophy I won is you’’ He said, lifting your chin.

‘’You’re still never going to win from me’’ You replied, sticking out your tongue teasingly.

‘’Baby steps, I’ll get there one day’’ He pecked your lips before grabbing the shampoo to wash your hair as he turned you around to lean against his chest, your legs still wobbly.

‘’I love you, Yun’’ You looked up at him.

‘’I love you too, Y/n’’

#boxer yunho #yunho smut #yunho fluff #yunho imagine #yunho angst #ateez smut #ateez fluff #ateez x reader #ateez imagine #ateez #yunho #yunho x reader

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whichcouldmeannothing · 2 years ago

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minnie's Very Good icemav fic rec list!

icemav is such a massive ship but its hard to find fics for it :((

so here are some i liked :))

(this list isnt definitive i have not read a lot, i know there are good ones I missed pls tell me If u have any good recs!!)

fics by @boasamishipper

when i see your face (oneshot, 1k+)

In which Maverick Mitchell wakes up from surgery, high on painkillers, and hits on his husband.

sweet! very cute! maverick rly is a dumb dumb boy

Word on the Street (oneshot, 1k+)

Sharon looks down at her wedding ring and says a prayer for the handsome Navy pilot that’s heading their way. He’s got no idea what he’s in for. / Or, Iceman and Maverick versus the Real Housewives of Fallon, Nevada.

look i also know nth about housewives but this is adorable and hilarious and sometimes we need an outsider pov, est relationship btw!

baby, baby i'd get down on my knees for you (co-written with @academicgangster or simplecoffee on ao3, multi-chapter, 18k)

Or, the Wooing of Iceman Kazansky by a Very Smol Mr. Darcy

(Five times Maverick proposed to Iceman, and one time Iceman accepted.)

OH M,YGOD YOU DONT UNDERSTAND THIS FIC MAKES ME LOSE MY MIND AN DIE AND CRY AND ITS SO SWEET AND ADORABLE AND I MISS THEM SM HGBGKLDS

between the lines of fear and blame (oneshot, 1k+)

Out of all the things Maverick had expected to eventually kill him — getting caught in someone’s jetwash, being shot out of the sky, his plane’s engine exploding — getting shot by one of his students in a civilian bar didn’t even make the top ten.

He never expected Ice to take a bullet for him, either.

There's a first time for everything.

extreme whump extreme, most icemav fics hurt mav and i think mav deserves a little better. just a little. this is good also

fics by @susiecarter

and gamble for the sun (one-shot, 1k+)

It's like this: Maverick and the Iceman make bets, sometimes.

OH MY GODDD OH MY GOD THE TENSION THE IDIOTS IDIOT OT LIKE 3K ITSLOVELY AND SO SO GOOD PERFECT TENSION AND EVERYTHING (in my notes I wrote that they write rly good summaries I just wanted to tell you that)

A Shared Cup (one-shot, 7k+)

It was only a training exercise.

It was only supposed to be a training exercise.

hard 2 exp but its a soulbond au and I LOVE THOSE I LOVE THOSE I LOVE THOSE READ THIS NOW AND GO INSANE W ME

fics by @compacflt

this isnt like a thing about the fics but on ao3, the profile says commander of the pacific fleet (wouldn't that be hilarious if the actual compacflt were on ao3? national security hazard) and that's possibly the funniest thing I've read today

Easier Said Than Done (100k+, series)

"So you just wanna be the best at everything, huh?"

"Yes," Kazansky says seriously, then, confused, squints at him. "Don't you?"

"Of course not," Maverick says. "I just wanna be the bestpilot."

"Huh," says Kazansky, wondering if there's a difference betweenMaverickandMitchell. "Maybe you shoulda stayed at TOPGUN, then."

(Or: Tom Kazansky rises through the ranks while trying to stay a good man. If he ever was one to begin with.) (When We Get Around To Talking About It, 65k+)

"We can start here, I guess. If we're talking about us," Pete says. "Nineteen-eighty-six. The first thing I thought, when I saw you in that O-club, was: Iceman isoff-limits.Capital O, capital L."

Despite himself, despite the fear, Tom laughs a little. "Oh, yeah? Why's that?"

"Well, first off, we were competition. And yeah, you were attractive, but then you opened your mouth and I swear. You were just an asshole. Goose is trying to introduce you to me and here I am thinking about how much of an asshole you are. Shut up about Cougar, asshole."

"It was supposed to be a friendly competition!"

"Yeah, right. So that's what I was thinking: he's attractive, clearly doesn't know how to talk to other men, might be into the proposition if I framed it the right way. But he's an asshole, so this competition is just gonna befriendly." Pete pauses. Then he says, "Ice, you wanna get married?"

And that's how they start talking about it.

(Or: they finally get around to talking about it. And Maverick's got a couple extra memories.) (Debriefing (& Other Stories), 60k+)

look its rly long. but this whole series is wonderful. if ican ever print out one top gun fic to have and to hold irl I would buy more paper and print both of these ones. absolutely lovely and it doesn't feel long its just a good good good time and the classic icemav fic

ALSO HONOURABLE MENTION

Kings of the Air (@fabula-unica, 20k+)

Fighting and fucking: two things he did extraordinarily well. How could he have known what the effect would be when you combined the two?

ABSOLUTE HERITAGE FIC EVERY ICEMAV SHIPPER HAS TO LIVE AND BREATHE THIS FIC OH MY GODDD SO LOVELY SO SO SOS LOVELY read this fic. it has been waiting 12 years for you

ao3 etiquette is in order, if you liked it, leave a kudos and a comment :D I hope you enjoy these fics as much as I did !

#top gun #top gun 1986 #top gun maverick #icemav #iceman #maverick #tom iceman kazansky #tom kazansky #pete maverick mitchell #pete mitchell #icemav fic recs #icemav fics #top gun fic #ill make a sereshaw one too once i get my life in order #read this

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hunnythebee · 2 years ago

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Bare Hands

Pairing: Din Djarin x Reader

Summary: It was supposed to be a night for the two of you to just relax and enjoy, but things take a turn when you are dosed with truth pollen. Secrets and confessions come out.

Word Count: 1.9k

⚠️Warnings ⚠️ Pining, Fem!Reader, fluff, kissing, crying

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You were staring at him, and tonight you didn't look away when he noticed. You held your gaze for as long as you were able, studying every feature. You were mesmerized. He wasn't in his usual attire. He had purchased formal attire, seeing as they would not let you in otherwise.

He wore a yellow deep v-neck tunic and an overcoat of brocade embroidered with a golden floral pattern. His Mythosaur pendant lay prominently on his tan skin. He wore no gloves, just a few golden rings.

The ensemble that had been designed for you was in complete contrast. You wore a deep blue backless silk dress with a choker halter neckline and silver chains dangling around your shoulders. The fabric shown like stars in the sky.

As you exit the speeder taxi to ascend the staircase, Mando offers his arm for you to take as he escorts you. You accept and clutch your hand around his right bicep. You feel electricity running through you. You know that this is all for show, it's all part of the plan but you can't help but feel a glimmer of excitement over the night.

Mando had received an intriguing offer from a potential, high ranking, client. You knew nothing else about them aside from knowing the client sent the invite for the Mandalorian to meet with them at this exclusive club. However there is a dress code to enter, hence the attire. You hadn't expected seeing him to have this effect on you though.

When you two were working together on the Crest it was easy to distract yourself, pretend the feelings you have weren't there. Tonight is different though. There is no distraction for you. There is no distance, in fact you are impossibly close to him. You fear that he could hear your heart beating so rapidly, but he doesn't seem to notice.

He appears to be quite at ease, a complete opposite from you. You swallow hard and realize you have reached the entrance. He pulls the invitation from his coat and shows it to the bouncer casually. The bouncer gestures the two of you in, and your eyes behold a beautiful room glittering in red and gold, gambling tables surrounding a large dance floor, and a live band is playing on a stage in the center as attendees swirl around, as if they had rehearsed the dances.

Mando guides the two of you to the bar where he offers you a seat and you accept. The bartender brings your drinks as Mando is approached by a woman in head to toe plum purple. She speaks closely to him, and you can't make out what she is saying. Once she steps back Mando leans extremely close and speaks into your ear.

"She represents our mystery client, he wants to meet with me alone. I won't be long. Stay here. Don't get into trouble while I'm gone," he speaks softly with his hand, his bare hand, against the small of your back. You hear practically nothing he has just told you. The blood pumping in your ears was deafening. The proximity, the touch. Oh maker, it was too much.

As he walks off with the woman, you down your drink in a desperate attempt to calm yourself. Time passes and the bartender comes to you again, with another drink.

He tells you, "this one is on the house, compliments of the owner." You are so thankful to have another drink to help douse your nerves you don't even stop to question it. You down it all, and resolve to go to get some air on the balcony.

As you stand in the cool fresh air, you begin to feel…off. Like you aren't in control of your actions or speech. You decide it's been long enough and go to look for Mando. A little too late however as he is firmly planted in the doorway, arms fold over his chest.

"I told you to stay put. What part did you not understand?" he asks as he walks towards you.

"I understood, I just needed some air," your face flushes, it's red hot and he notices.

"Did you have anything else to drink while I was gone?" he inquires.

"A drink from the owner. On the house," you reply.

"Dank farik" he curses. "The owner dabbles in drugs, pollens mainly. He may have dosed you."

Panic fills you. Your breathing picks up pace and mando takes note. He comes to you and attempts to soothe you by cupping your feverish cheek in his hand. His skin on yours is electrifying. You jump back, and he realizes what he's done.

"I'm sorry. I overstepped." He believes he's made you uncomfortable. "We should leave now, I may have something at the ship to help counteract the effects."

You follow closely behind as he leads you out of the club, and silence is all there is between the two of you as you arrive back at the docking bay. You hurry onto the ship, eager to get as far away from the hunter as possible before the pollen truly kicks in. You rush to the refresher door but he stops you in your tracks by calling your name.

"Come sit with me," he implores. "I need to know what you drank. To make sure I give you the right anti-pollen."

You sit across from him at the makeshift table. He leans in and stares at you from behind the visor of his helmet. His pendant dangles from his neck, swinging like a pendulum. He studies you for a moment, then speaks cautiously.

"I am going to ask you some questions. Answer honestly," he orders.

You nod sheepishly, feeling dumb for having been dosed.

"What was your first impression of me?" he asks.

What the hell? Why is he asking that right now? How is this going to help? He said to answer honestly, but if I tell him the truth it could ruin everything… I am not ready for that. Tell him half. Half is good…

"I thought you were a beautiful idiot." you answer matter-of-fact.

What happened to half truth?! You absolute imbecile.

"So it's truth pollen," he sighs relieved.

Your eyes widen. "No…" you whisper in disbelief. You stand up immediately and turn to rush to your room.

"It's nothing to be afraid of," he says reassuringly.

"But it is… you have no idea how much it is…" you choke out. Tears welling in your eyes as you hurry to the refresher again. It can't happen like this… it can't happen ever.

He puts the door into override and you are unable to open it. Still you refuse to face him.

"Why are you scared?" He asks.

"Because there is something I have been keeping from you…" you whimper lightly.

"Oh?" he chuckles.

Now you're mad, you turn to face him. Forgetting the tears still welling in your eyes. "Yes, I have a secret from you. And it will ruin everything… everything." You choke out that last word.

You push past him. You're breathing so hard you feel like you will pass out, or vomit, or both. You hug your sides, acting as though the action will keep it all in.

He is stunned. What could you be hiding? Could it really be so big? He turns and faces you. All he wants to do is to comfort you. He places a hand, a bare hand on your shoulder and you shudder.

"Why do you pull away when I touch you?" He asks before realizing what he's done. You can't lie. You can not lie and he has just asked the question that breaks the dam.

You turn to him angrily, "I pull away from you because everytime you touch me I melt!" You slap a hand over your mouth.

He takes a step back, steadying himself. "What do you mean?" his voice is coated in disbelief and hope.

You drop your hand, might as well. It's all over anyways. Your words run away without a second thought.

"Every touch, every gesture, every word. You are my fire. I don't know your real name. I have never seen your face. Hell, I have never heard your voice without the vocoder but…maker help me…I love you Mando." The tears are pooling on your cheeks now. Your chest is heavy. The words won't stop. "I am in love with you Mando! There! Now I've said it. Happy? Now you know my secret… And now you probably hate me for wanting you so badly."

You stand opposite of him, trembling. He quickly makes his way to you. He presses you to the cold metal wall with his body, cupping your face in his hands.

"Say it again…" he whispers.

You close your eyes and lean into his palm, "I love you Mando."

You hear a metallic clang to the floor of the Crest, and then a voice so smooth and soft, whisper in your ear, "Din."

His breath tickles your ear, sending a warmth down your spine. "My name, mesh'la, is Din Djarin."

Your eyes are still closed tight out of respect and disbelief, but he leans in closer to your ear. His lips are brushing against you now. "Don't you want to see me?" he asks.

You whimper out, "Yes."

"Then open your eyes," he states.

You open them, and there he is. The first thing you see of Mand–Din, is his deep brown eyes, boring straight into yours. You raise a single hand cautiously, and place it gently to his face. You feel scruff, heat, skin. It's his face. It's his voice. It's his name.

He presses his forehead to yours. Nuzzling his nose against yours. His breath is hot, and suddenly all you can think of is his lips on yours. You lace your fingers into his chocolate brown curls. You turn so your lips align perfectly, and you speak.

"I love you, Din Djarin."

He smiles, which is a sight to behold, but he doesn't give you long to behold it. His lips crash against yours. His kiss is feverish and wonderful. A sense of urgency and want lingers in his kiss. His hands move from your face, gliding along your body, settling at your hips. He digs the pads of his fingers in lightly and pulls you closer to him. He deepens his kiss, you return the gesture.

You feel like you've been starving and finally are fed exactly what you have been craving and it's better than you could have ever imagined. He pulls away for a moment and you whimper.

He speaks breathlessly "You got to speak your truth, let me speak mine… I have fallen deeper for you since you patched me up in your workshop. I have wanted you everyday since you stepped onto my ship. To be honest, I never planned on taking the job tonight. I knew what he wanted. I just wanted to see you, dressed so beautifully. I wanted you to see me as something other than a cold-blooded bounty hunter… I have waited so long to hear those words leave your lips. And now that they have I never want you to stop saying them. But first…"

He pulls away a little more and you stare up into his face. He smiles down on you, takes a breath and says. "I love you. I am in love with you. I love you more than I ever thought possible."

Happy tears stream down your cheeks and you pull his face back to yours for a passionate kiss. You never want to leave this moment, and you are so happy that he doesn't want to leave it either.

#the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian #the mandalorian x you #mando x you #mando x reader #din dijarin x reader #din dijarin fanfiction #din djarin #din djarin x you

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sillyrabbit81 · 3 years ago

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PROMPT FAIRY back again with a brand new prompt!

Your next prompt is:

Dance with me

Have fun!!

Summary: You and Walter are on surveillance in a club, and you can’t tell, is Walters affection part of the act or genuine.

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Female Reader

Word Count: approx. 1.5k

Warnings: Power imbalance, implied smut

Authors Note: Thanks for the prompt Prompt Fairy. I enjoyed this one immensely. Thanks to @amberangel112 for the Beta read. Edited by me, there will be errors.

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Surveillance Dance

“Will you please move your head out of the way? I can’t see the suspect,” you said to Walter over the thumping bass line of the club. You sipped on your water as you tried to keep eyes on the potential killer. Was he right now searching for his next victim? Had he already chosen, and she was here right now?

No, he looked like he was fishing, looking for someone who fit the profile. Someone much like you in fact. The only difference between you and the last three victims was that you weren’t married. Which was why you were suddenly thrust into undercover and wore a wedding band. You spun the ring on your left hand, eyeing the matching one Detective Marshall wore and sighed. Despite Walter asking for you to be on this job specifically, you were worried. So much relied on this opportunity, if you proved yourself useful, perhaps it could help your application for Detective. If you messed it up, however, you could be stuck in uniform forever. You glanced at the suspect. He hadn’t seemed to have noticed you yet.

Walter’s hand covered yours, his lips formed a smile, but his eyes were stern. Leaning close to you, closer than he already was, he whispered in your ear, “You need to calm down Officer, you seem tense. He won’t take the bait if we don’t seem in love.”

Breathing deeply, you forced a smile. “You’re right,” you said. You looked into Walter’s eyes, trying to find something to love, even for a moment. It was difficult, not because he wasn’t attractive, because he was, and he was exactly your type too. No, it was hard because he scared you almost as much as the suspect. He was singular, brutish, aggressive, you didn’t want to make him mad ever and he was the lead investigator on the case, he could make or break you.

As you and Walter stared at each other, some of the tension left his eyes and for a moment you thought you saw tenderness in his face. His forced smile softened and seemed to become a genuine one. He lifted his large hand to your cheek; it took everything you had not to flinch away from it and when his warm calloused skin touched yours you felt your heart skip a beat. “That’s better, Sweetheart,” he said as if you truly were lovers, and his thumb stroked gently over the curve of your cheek. He brought you close, as if to kiss you, and your lips parted instinctively. Walter stopped a hair’s breadth away from your mouth, his eyes raking your face before he turned and nuzzled into your neck.

“Carefully look at the suspect. Did that get his attention?” Walter asked, his breath hot on your neck, his beard caressing your skin made you shiver with pleasure. You thought you heard him chuckle, but dismissed it, surely Walter didn’t laugh. You felt heat rise to your cheeks anyway, embarrassed by your obvious arousal. You were supposed to be professional; this wasn’t real, it was an act. You knew it was supposed to look like Walter was kissing your neck and that you were enjoying it, but it startled you that you didn’t have to pretend. You were surprised this gruff man could turn on the charm so quickly and effectively.

“Um…” you said, biting your lip.

You felt Walter’s nose nudge at your ear. “Is he looking?” he repeated softly.

Oh right, you have a job to do. You check the suspect, he was at the bar chatting up a woman who looked nothing like you. He had his back to you, not even looking. “No,” you said, your voice was ragged, barely audible. You cleared your throat and started again. “No. He’s not even looking at us.” You took a gamble and said to Walter, “I don’t think its him.”

Walter hummed and his lips skimmed over your collarbone as he said, “You may be right, he shouldn’t be able to keep his eyes off you in this dress.” Walter lifted his eyes as his hand guided your face to look at him. “It’s very distracting.”

Was that an admonishment? “Is it too much?” you asked. “I was told to dress a little provocatively.”

“It’s perfect,” Walter said, bringing his lips close to yours again, so close you could feel his beard tickle your chin. “Is anyone else taking an interest? Have a look around.”

You looked as much as you could, and you saw Walter do the same. “I don’t think so, but there is so much of the club I can’t see.”

So lightly it could have been a mistake, you felt Walters lips brush yours before he stood and offered you his hand. “Dance with me,” he said. The way he said it could have been a request or an order. He was your boss on this investigation so you could hardly refuse him, but you had trouble catching your breath as you placed your hand in his.

Leading you through the heavy crowd, Walter held your hand tightly, occasionally looking over his shoulder to smile reassuringly. He suddenly stopped, placed his hand on your lower back and brought you close, his body flush against his. “Look now. Can you see anything suspicious?” Walter’s voice was low, thick with an emotion you hadn’t heard from him before.

Struggling to concentrate you looked again. You didn’t notice anyone unusual except… “We are suspicious, Detective,” you observed.

“How so?” Walter asked, you could hear curiosity in his voice, perhaps you had thought of something he hadn’t.

“No one is dancing like us,” you looked around, couples weren’t slow dancing like you and Walter. They were sweaty, grinding, touching each other intimately.

Walter grunted. “I see what you mean,” he said. You felt his knee push your legs apart, his leg slipped between yours, you dress hiked up your thighs. Walter’s hand moved down to your ass, his strong fingers dug into the flesh of your behind. He let your hand go and grabbed you by the nape of your neck. He moved slowly to the music, pulling you closer until you felt his surprisingly muscular thigh press against your centre. “Is this better, Sweetheart?”

Better? Worse? Who knows, it felt too good, much too good. You bit your tongue, trying to supress the moan that waited in your throat. You couldn’t voice a reply, so you nodded.

You tried to stay focussed on your task, watching the suspect out of the corner of your eye as you danced. Walter’s slow grinding made your task nearly impossible, but you did your best to ignore it despite how your whole body responded. You felt, hot, tingly, your core seemed to pulse in time with the music. Your skin felt charged as Walter’s breath caressed your neck.

Closing your eyes, for a moment you got lost, and you went with Walter, your bodies moving together to the music. You thought you felt his chest rumble and you were sure you felt his lips press into your neck. The moan you were supressing could no longer be contained and you let it fall from your lips, “Walter.”

This time there was no doubt, Walter growled into your neck, his mouth sucked at the sensitive skin on your neck. You lost all interest in your objective, as you clung to him, grinding against thigh. You fell almost into a trance, the music, his smell, his body, his lips. You slid your fingers into his curls, oh god, they were as soft as they looked. You felt something thick, large, and hard at your hip, you assumed it was his gun until you remembered he had strapped it to his ankle.

Your eyes opened, suddenly the spell was broken. This wasn’t real, this was part of the operation you reminded yourself. You searched for the subject, and you said in alarm, “Detective, the suspect is leaving.”

“I know,” he said. He pulled the tiny microphone out of the top of your dress and the earpiece out of your ear, he did the same to his and your eyes widened.

“What are you doing?” you protested. “We should be following him.”

“The others are taking over surveillance,” Walter’s gravelly tone made you feel that you had done something wrong. “We’re done for the night.”

“Oh,” you said, disappointed. You had done something wrong, you took your eyes off the suspect, distracted by Walter you had ruined your chance at making the jump to Detective you had… Your thoughts were interrupted as you felt Walters lips press against yours. There was no doubt this time, this wasn’t an act, it had never been an act.

Pulling away, you were breathless as Walter said with a smirk, “I think we should debrief. Your place or mine?”

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Unfavorable Guidance | H.Shinso

✎ Mindjack has been doing these kind of jobs since he was recruited as a hero, he is unmistakingly the best at them, doesn’t need anyone butting their noses in his business, especially you, the sly fox in disguise, offering your tainted helping hand.

✎ Protagonists: Hitoshi Shinso x Fem!Reader.

✎ Word count: 6.4K

✎Category: noncon/dubcon, Smut MDNI, Prohero!au

✎Caution(!): noncon/dubcon, Smut 18+ MDNI please, , mentions of alcohol, mentions of murder, minor character death, sex under quirk use, spitting, degrading, swearing, manipulation, unprotected sex.

✎ Author’s notes: I KNOW I’M LATE EUFGKHDFVBDFXL, but here is my contribution to @daisy-bakugo 2k event Vice City! Please take the time to read everyone’s work if you haven’t! Thank you so much for letting me participate.

I listened to this throughout the entire process of writing it, if you’re familiar with Kingdom Hearts, some names will ring a bell to you lol. also I hate the header and the summary but you’re just gonna have to live w it for now cause its 8 am I NEED SLEEP

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The annual auction of Vice City is one of the biggest social events of the year. The wealthiest families and richest people in the world come from everywhere in attempts to win what is secretly considered the greatest treasures of all time. Greatest and most expensive.

Alas, the after party held later on is what people are all secretly actually waiting for, where the most exquisite and rarest artifacts of the year get auctioned off to whoever is lucky enough to even be included in the guest list.

While not all are there for the auctions, it certainly is the perfect opportunity for anyone who's anyone in the world to show off their wealth. Filthy rich people sway all around, laughing and bragging. Venetian crystal chandeliers, velvet carpets, gambling, and alcohol. Men with their cigars, men with their wives, and men with their arm candies, their escorts or mistresses.

Yet, Shinso isn’t here for the luxury, he isn't here for the fame and the fortune, nor the reputation people thrive for when they buy those - meaningless, he calls them - relics. No, he is here on a mission, one he certainly wants to be done and over with because he wants to go home. He loosens his tie with an aggravated sigh before knocking back the last of his only gin and tonic, the bitter taste prickling his throat as he surveys the crowd of people all around him while he stands idly by the bar.

He knew it’d be a pain in the ass the second he got the mission assigned to him from the agency, the words “intel” and “Vice City'' of all places forced a frown upon his face, yet, being the most suitable for this job, he couldn't really decline.

Mindjack isn’t the type of hero you see on billboards and magazines, isn’t the type of hero to kiss babies’ heads that get thrusted at him in meet and greets, he certainly isn’t one to have those adoring fan clubs that follow his every move, posting about his greatest conquests. Oh no, he is a hero that works in dingy jobs with filthy manipulative men in black markets and the human trafficking industry, undercover -lie through your teeth throughout the whole ordeal- kind of hero, the kind of hero that goes home at the end of his missions with no gratitude towards his work, because nobody knows who he is or what he contributes to the society.

For the longest time, Shinso accepted the life he’s living, he didn’t look for validation from the citizens, knowing his work is always beyond the scope of their knowledge and their awareness, but sometimes, just sometimes, the sour droplets of envy would foul his mouth when his amethysts for eyes scan over the extravagant heroes, making a show out of saving their cities and getting praised and awarded and loved for doing what they’re supposed to be doing, their job.

“Squeeze that glass a bit more and you’d break it”

A voice just like silk, weaving around him and entrancing him, Shinso blinked twice before his eyes dragged over to you, oh so beautiful and oh so close. Your nimble fingers wrapped around his fingers, the lacey glove lightly scratches his hand before he lets go of the glass in surprise, dropping it into yours. You giggle sweetly, turning around to place it on the bar before ordering your own, but not without looking at him over your shoulder and sending him a smile.

“What will it be, sugar tits?” the bartender leans over the counter, towel thrown on his shoulder as he sends you what's supposed to be a sultry look. Your elbow is placed on the counter while you rest your chin on your hand, smiling temptingly at him. “Anything that’ll get you to stop staring at my boobs.” Shinso almost laughs at the contrast between your smile and your voice, sharp and venomous, and the man leans back so far from you like he’s been stung. Walking away to work on a drink for you.

Shinso’s eyes rake your body without his knowledge, he admires the dress adorning your body, hugging you in all the right places, cascading down to the floor, and that slit my god, your legs looking endless in those heels he wonders how you can strut so elegantly with them on. A snap of your fingers breaks his trance and he tries - keyword tries - to act nonchalant to his obvious ogling and you only laugh in return.

You hum lowly, “So,” you’re turning to face him as you lean back on the counter, pushing your chest out to grasp even more of his attention, “what's an esteemed hero like you doing in a place like this?” It takes Shinso a good minute before he narrows his eyes, left foot back and ready to either take you down or run away if you were to involve greater forces. No one is supposed to know about his true identity, no one is supposed to know that there is a hero within them.

But what shakes his demeanor is the way you dangle his wallet in front of him, like dangling a stupid feather for some silly cat, waiting for it to jump at you to entertain you. Shinso swallows with a struggle, deciding that using his quirk to retrieve his wallet back will lead to him leaving, and he didn’t want that. He’s been keeping an eye on the wanted man for hours now, and it’ll all go to waste because of your slimy little hands and your-

“Here,” you toss it back to him, and he stumbles a bit before catching it properly, eyeing you for any sudden movements, but you simply turn back around in time to hold the drink from the bartender’s hand with a smile dazzling your lips. “You’re getting intel on The Wise?” you mumble against your cup, sipping slowly, eyes never leaving Shinso’s glaring ones. How the fuck do you know?

“You’re not the first.” you smirk, finger wiping the smeared lipstick against the glass before circling the rim. “You all look the same, thinking you’re better than them because of your position in the society, only for that ego to come and bite you right in the ass.” It’s almost ironic how poisonous your voice could get while still maintaining that mesmerizing smile, and oddly enough, Shinso’s eyes keep drooping despite his desperate attempt to fight against them.

You hum again, the click of your heels sounding muffled to him, eyes blurring when you get so close to him your breath tickles his cheek. “But you’re different, hmm? You’re gonna make the bad guy go away?”

“Yes.” it's rushed, almost desperate, and the hero is astonished at how he sounds. “Then, lemme help you… Hitoshi.”

A blink, and you’re gone just like you vanished right from under his nose, slipped right between his fingers. A low curse escapes Shinso’s lips and he turns around swiftly to question the bartender, hell bent on getting any information on the girl that just revealed his entire identity and mission to him in a matter of seconds.

“How can I help you, sir?” the question boggles his mind, the big burly man with an attitude problem wasn’t there anymore, replaced by another sweet woman that held concern in her eyes at his sight. “You’ve been staring at the wall for a while there, need me to call your driver to get you back?”

“Wa- but I- She,” Shinso’s body started heating up in anger, worry, embarrassment, he doesn’t really know, but what he wants to know right this instant is how long he’s been out of it and for god’s sake, why?

Shinso doesn’t really consider himself to be the sharpest tool in the shed, but dammit did he feel like a complete idiot letting you run off like that, a quick trip to the restroom for a splash of water clears his head enough for him to pull back his wallet from his pocket, flipping through it and finding something he was absolutely sure wasn’t there prior to your visit. A silver card, with ‘Surveillance room’ scribbled on a note behind it.

Caving in and accepting whatever help you were offering him, Shinso slides the card through the reader, sighing in relief upon the satisfying ding sound, followed by the door opening to the surveillance room.

“Now that’s what’m talking about.” life got so much easier now that he could watch The Wise through multiple screens, making it hard to miss a single move of his. The hero allows himself to relax a bit, hand messing with his hair and tired eyes blinking in irritation against the glare of the screens. The Wise was the mastermind of Organization XIII, as their name intel, they’re consisting of the same thirteen members that founded it years ago, nobody really knows how they started, what shocked the whole world is how grand their first crime actually was, bloodbath of the century -they would call it, seventeen slaughtered heroes, followed by their families, including women and children, thousands of millions of ¥ in money laundering atop of it, all within a span of 4 months, that was years ago, back in their prime.

Now, with eight of them behind bars, the remaining five were able to stay under the radar, distributing whatever money they were able to keep between them and fleeing to different parts of the world. Just because they were apart, didn’t mean they were any less dangerous, The Wise is a prime example for that, brutally murdering three of the undercover heroes sent his way to bring him back to justice, but they weren’t Shinso, he’d try to remind himself.

May their soul rest in peace, they were those heroes he felt dissociated from, the type of heroes to flaunt their powers, monetize the peoples’ knowledge of their quirks, uncover the secrets of their job, they were easy targets for people like The Wise, he’d know their weaknesses and how to take them down before they even think about pursuing him. Now, Mindjack was a different story, he wasn’t held on a pedestal by the people he saves, simply because they don’t recognize him, while he would loath that reality sometimes, he thanks the god for it today, as he’s watching the man’s call out for a drink.

Amethyst eyes scan the remaining screens, widening upon the sight of you looking right back at them, you are a vixen to him, eyes half lidded with a smile so intoxicating it does nothing but entrance whoever was lucky enough to catch its sight. Lace clad fingers wrapping around a piece of paper, you are so beautiful, Shinso tries to stop his mind from wandering, imagining what you wore underneath that angel crafted dress, envisioning what those fingers could do to please him, the same fingers that held the unfolded paper, the word ‘RUN’ smeared across it in lipstick.

Wait a minute, run?

Even before the poor hero could react, the similar satisfying -now dreadful- ding rings in his ear, before the door opens behind him, illuminating the room even more. Shinso stands to face two men, both as surprised as he is to see another occupant in the room. Right before any of them move, the hero opens his mouth and prays to god that whatever way he’s winging it works. “You got a permit to be here?”

Jesus one of you answer, and they both do - the left having fingers curving into talons while the right pulled at strings from the tips of his fingers, both ready to attack - and by god Shinso couldn’t be happier upon hearing a sound, because the minute the word ‘yes’ slips through their lips, Mindjack is smiling like a madman, welcoming the look of glossy eyes and heavy heads like a beloved relative’s return back home.

“Great… Now,” the two manipulated men face him, unaware of the dreaded fate bestowed upon them, while Shinso just can’t seem to keep the glint in his eyes at bay. “Why don’t you put on a show for me,” he breathes, smiling down at the ground before looking at them. ”Choke the fucking life out of each other.” The men don’t even blink, quick to face each other and jump, hands wrapped around throats like a vice, Shinso only moves away from the men on the floor as they thrash and kick at each other, limbs flailing as they try to force the life out of each other.

Turning his back against them, Shinso eyes the screen he was monitoring before their entrance, ignoring the groans and gasps of air behind him. He curses under his breath when he sees The Wise getting up from his place, heading towards a room that is supposed to be monitored by screen #6, but is purposely out of service. If he isn’t able to question The Wise or even keep an eye on him, then he’s gonna head on over to the next best thing. Gargled screams echo through the corridor as the hero makes his exit, making sure the door clicks shut behind him, he wouldn’t want to cause disturbance to the esteemed guests of the society of lowlifes.

Mindjack works in dingy jobs with filthy manipulative men in black markets and the human trafficking industry, killing machines that didn’t spare the live of the innocents, so why should he spare theirs?

Shinso makes it back to the main event, immediately finding you between guests, sitting so pretty on the poker table, eyes drawing him closer, the grin adorning your lips now wobbly, easy for him to distinguish as fake, forced, a façade kept for the people surrounding the table. He is hasteful in settling himself in the chair near you, shoulders tense when different pairs of eyes fall upon him, the dealer shuffles the deck to draw cards for Shinso, but you hold your hand out with a smile. “He’ll sit this one out, by my lucky onlooker.” A round of laughter causes Shinso to flush in embarrassment, feeling degraded and looked down upon by all these lowlifes, petty thieves and criminals, thinking they’re better than him, oh he’ll show them.(1)

It takes a few rounds for the table to empty out, now occupied by Shinso and yourself, the dealer asks him to move over to the next chair before they start their game. “Place your bets.” you’re quick to slide over a few of your chips to his side - some black, others red and blue, he didn’t really pay that much attention to them- your eyes daring him to reject your invitation to take the money to play.

He only blinks at you, his eyes seemingly never wanting to lose sight of you as he fights with himself to sit straight to face the dealer again, the man proceeds to deal both of you the cards for you to review before placing your bets. “You tricked me.” Shinso is almost appalled at the hurt laced in his voice, as if the two of you had a bond that was never meant to be broken. “don’t believe so, told you to run didn’ I?” The mockery in your voice is a hoax, the single twitch in your brow catches his attention and he can only deem it as you being stressed, whether it be because of the ordeal regarding the surveillance room or not is beyond him. No, he was stupid and foolish and he will not fall for your silly games again. “Exactly, you knew they were coming.” you hum in response to his accusation.

“Call.” Dropping a few of your chips on the table, your eyes shift momentarily to him, “I did, I said I’d help you and here I am.” He slams his bet on the table, ‘Raise’ gritted right through his teeth at your words. “I don’t want your help!” He reveals his cards on the table, a way to show his disinterest in your assistance as the dealer announces ‘Flush’ at his hand. Your eyes meet again from above your cards, now narrowing down instead of the half lidded look you seem to always have “You don’t want it, but you need it.” The façade you held before is slowly but surely breaking, now a deep frown tugging at your lip as you reveal your own hand, brows furrowing even further in challenge as you hum in displeasure when the dealer announces your ‘Full House’ hand to be the winner of this round.(2)

Shinso moves swiftly to stand when he sees you do the same, right before his entire world starts to spin, lights and colors mingling together and causing his head to spin, he sits down again, head between his hands as he tries to calm himself down, it's probably the strain of the mission, maybe it’s the weight bestowed upon his shoulders to finish it up. The hero lifts his head up to ask you, about something he himself isn’t even sure of, he just wants to hear your voice, like a drug to him that he can’t help but ask for more. Except when he does, you aren’t there, the table is occupied by different people, the dealer is another man with longer hair and slimmer figure, and by god did Shinso want to rip his hair out.

The minute he feels like he could get back on his own to feet without falling down on his ass, Hitoshi is quick to check his pockets, adamant to find a clue your sneaky hands slid into one of his pockets while he was out, despite the tantrum he almost threw at not wanting your help nor guidance, and he does find something, a simple metal key, attached to it was a tag with the number XIII on it.

In his shock, he almost drops the key on the ground but barely holds himself together to avoid any further embarrassment, Shinso takes deep breaths, knowing that the key in his possession is his entry to the heart of the organization, and especially to The Wise.

Every year, specifically at the Vice City annual auction afterparty, The Wise holds a meeting with the most dangerous men within the continent, the most loathsome masterminds of the criminal world, all in the hopes of recruiting one of them into the organization, to uphold its name and spread its message. Every year, with no recruitment yet.

With trembling hands, Shinso stuffs the key back into his pocket, eyes on the lookout for anyone who might’ve caught the key in his hand, but sighs in relief when he sees some engrossed in their meaningless poker and absurd talks, while the majority have made their way to the next hall over for the auction that is being held. He takes the stairs three at a time up the floors, facing a red oak double door, the same forsaken number engraved into it. After multiple failed attempts at inserting the key in the lock, he finally does with a huff, hearing the lock echoing in his ears before pushing the door open.

To be honest, Shinso didn’t know what he was expecting to see on the other side of the door, he thought maybe he’d watch weaponry trade off, perhaps people brawling and fighting amongst each other for the title of being the new members. But he certainly didn’t expect to be engulfed in jazz music, men with their cigars laughing and chatting, without a single care in the world, as if their hands weren’t tainted with the blood of the innocents, oh how he loathed them. In an attempt to fit in, he grabs a glass of whiskey from the butler standing by the door, nodding to him in thanks before moseying his way over to the corner in the room, he’d be damned if he got caught in the crossfire of those lunatics.

A stage is set up in the front of the room, and it takes a second for him to acknowledge the pole placed right at its center, it takes him another few seconds to see the beauty dancing on that pole, Shinso’s eyes rake her body without his knowledge, he admires the lingerie adorning her body, hugging her in all the right places, garter snug against her thighs as she twirls, her legs looking endless in those heels he wonders how she can dance so elegantly with them on… wait a minute.

As if predicting the minute he realized it was you, you twirl to face him, lips pulled into a smile yet again, a giggle interrupting your humming as your body twists and turns on the pole. Shinso isn’t really sure how long he sits there captivated by your body, the only thing breaking his trance is the clap on his back and the heavy weight that sits next to him. “Beauty, isn’t she?”

Bile rises to Shinso’s throat at the mere sound of the person next to him, fear stills him in his place, restricting any movement he’s even thinking of doing, all he could do is sit, widened eyes and sweaty brows at the sight of The Wise right beside him.

“Don’cha love it when women like her,” The Wise points at you with his cigar, “work to please men like us?” His arm now completely wrapped around Shinso’s shoulder as the hero feels his soul levitating from his body. “Look aroun’ya,” and he does, and only then does he really pay attention, he should’ve seen it all along, the glossy eyes, the droopy heads, it's a sight he was so well accustomed to that his brain normalized it to him. With whatever courage he musters up, he shifts his eyes to look at the man beside him, noticing the ear plugs he wore, and right then the gears start to turn in his head. “My most prized possession I tell’ya.”

Of course you would be, how else would you have access to all these things, the card, the key, the vanishing from thin air, it all makes sense now.

“Enjoying yourselves, gentlemen?” your words are flowing like honey to his ears, a low buzz ringing in his brain as you spoke to the men in front of you. His ability to frown is nonexistent, a relaxed look adorning his face as he looks up at you, so elegant and beautiful in whatever hugged that miracle of a body.

“Sure are,” The Wise jerks Shinso by the shoulder, and he realizes that was done to break whatever trance he was in, he could only glare back at you when you smile at them, that conniving smile that hosted all the lies you spouted to him.

“y/n,” He calls you and by God if this isn’t the most beautiful name Shinso ever hears, what a shame it's being tainted by the voice of this criminal. “Wadda ya say to takin’ this fine boy to the red room, hm?” The man urges him to stand and take your hand, which he did at the blink of an eye, his body moving on it’s own to graze his lips against your knuckles in a breathless kiss. “Treat’m real nice for me.” The hero’s feet take him to follow you, his steps light, like walking on clouds, the sway of your hips pulling him closer to you until his chest is flush against your back, pushing you to move faster into the room you are pointed towards.

Walking aimlessly through hallways, taking lefts and rights he would never be able to recollect in his current state, you both enter a room, red just like The Wise called it, crimson silk sheets fitted on a king sized bed, maroon loveseats and plush carpets, everything in that red hue that it's almost nauseating.

Bringing your hands in a loud clap, the fogginess in Shinso’s vision dissolves, your creased brows and frown now more prominent to him than ever, his eyes catch the scar trailing from the back of your neck to your cleavage, confused as to why his usual perceptive self would miss it, but then again, he doesn’t feel like he was ever himself throughout this whole ordeal.

To say he was furious is an understatement, he never felt more played in his life, he is Mindjack, the most conniving hero of all of Japan, he was manipulative and sly , known by his people to get jobs done, no matter who his opponent is, he always comes back victorious. And when his ears pick up your sigh of relief, he could only see red, he is hurt, he is scared, but now its his act, his turn to fuck shit up, he wants to hurt, he wants to scare.

“Fuckin’ lying bitch,” It takes him all but two steps for his body to graze yours, tantalizing eyes boring down into yours as you gasp at the close proximity, “you were workin’ with’em this entire fuckin’ time?”

“N-no that’s not it,” you stutter, flustered at his overwhelming presence, trying to put some distance between you and the fuming man by pushing his chest, “Please, I need you to listen to me.”

“Oh, now you’re beggin’ hmm?” his firm warm hands circle your wrists, tugging them away from his body and using them to pull you even closer to him, his breath now grazing the tops of your cheeks, “Didn’t your boss tell you to treat me right?” he breathes, “well, get to it, slut.”

“That’s not what this is Hitoshi, just listen-” for the love of all that’s pure in this world, why does the sound of his name exceed his perception of how happiness is supposed to reverberate in his ear? “Keep my name outta your mouth, or I swear,” He hisses at you, the grip on your wrists tightening as you whimper out in pain.

“You think you can just toy with me? Have me running around and following your orders like a lil bitch!?” He sees you trembling, lips wobbly and in tears, how ironic, he doesn’t know a few words would get you to start tearing up, the change in demeanor from when he first met you confuses him for a second, but only a second, because he’ll be damned if he falls for any of your tricks anymore. “N-no, I swear it isn’t like that, just p-please, please c-calm down! Let me explain myself-” the ugly cackle he lets out shuts you up, teary eyes widening as they fall on his, the aura he’s radiating is terrifying to say the least, your knees shaking in dread at what’s about to fold.

“You think you can play my game and win?”

It takes you a minute to answer, the word no echoing in your head, throbbing in your brain so painfully you forget the words that follow it, but what you can’t forget, what you will never forget, no matter how delirious you feel, is the look of pure sin across Shinso’s face, grin rivaling that of the Cheshire cat, because you were now simply a measly little pawn in his game.

Mindjack works in dingy jobs with filthy manipulative men in black markets and the human trafficking industry, criminals that broke every law in their way to get what they desire, so why couldn’t he indulge even a little himself?

He lets go of your wrists, watching as your arms sway next to your body like dead weight before he turns around to flop down on the loveseat, legs spread wide as he waves his hand over to you.

“Waddaya waitin’ for,” he knows you can’t answer him, but it feels so fucking good to hold such power over you after all you’ve put him through. “Now, strip.” the surge of power he feels jolts his dick up in excitement as he watches you take off your lingerie, moves robotic and forced, eyes glazed over both with tears and his control over your dumb little brain. Hitoshi is no villain, he is a respectable hero, but he’s been called that all his childhood, he might as well live up to that expectation, one way or another.

Shinso stands when you’re fully naked in front of him, long legs circling you and taking you all in, the back of his hand grazes your nipple and he all but groans as it pebbles at his touch. But god, he was nowhere near being done with you.

“Spread your legs for me on that bed,” he grins at the way you follow his orders even before he asks, “will ya?” you settle yourself on the bed before slowly dropping your weight on your back, hazy eyes staring up into the ceiling as your arms bring themselves down to circle the back of your knees, pulling them up close to your chest to expose yourself to him.

Shinso’s cock twitches in his pants again at the opportunity to just seath it into you without any warning, but he barely holds himself back, approaching your body and feeling himself salivating at the sight, what a sight it is, your pussy looking so fucking beautiful clenching over nothing, the sight tempting him to just dive his face right in to get a taste of your juices.

Taking off his suit jacket and rolling the sleeves of his shirt, Shinso presses his thumb to your clit, frowning when he notices how dry you are, of course you would be, he chuckles to no one, puckering his lip to spit right at the nub, watching it trail down to your clenching hole, the sight igniting a flame within him, he does it again, simply to watch your spit hide in your cunt, impatient to follow suit and bury himself in there.

His thumb is quick to draw circles with your clit, needing for your orgasm to wash over you quickly, eager for the things he’d do to you after he preps you enough to take him. The usual comforting silence is thick between you, no moans escaping your ajar mouth as your arousal seeps out of your pussy, he prods your hole with his finger to collect your nectar, smearing it across your clit again to rub even faster against it.

The only indication of you coming undone is when your thighs start to shake, your body curling in on itself as your back arches, your cunt gushing on his fingers, and Shinso is almost disappointed to not hear you moan out his name in pleasure. But he isn’t that disheartened, he’s bound to hear you scream.

You on the other hand, are petrified at the way your body is being handled, feeling yourself looking down at the horror being folded in front of you, this isn’t you, this is a shell of who you are, wrapped around his finger, at his mercy, and you want out, no matter the cost. But, you are to regret these words, because you see him unbuckling his belt, you hear the zipper drilling in your ear, and you watch him lay atop you, feeling your lungs constrict at the weight settling upon it, and to your utmost terror, the only thing that breaks his bind on you is when you feel his warm head prodding at your entrance, right before seething completely in, your throat prickling when you wail hoarsely in pain at feeling like being split into two.

“No, nonononon, st-stop please, please!” You’re crying, legs thrashing and arms flailing trying to push this monster off of you, but you can’t, you think as your walls pulsate in pain at the intrusion, you’ll never be able to with him placing his entire weight on you like that, and the way he pulls out before impaling you again has you seeing stars in the worst way possible. Desperate for an escape, you grab a chuck of his hair, your nails digging into his scalp before you yank, your jaw throbbing at how tight you clench your teeth in pain and disgust and pure panic. The strength you muster to pull his head up is in vain, because it only jerks his face deeper into your neck, right where your scar trails, and he bites, so hard you’re certain it draws blood.

Only then does he lift his head up, his upper lip smeared with a smidge of blood, your blood, before he spits right into your mouth. Sick to your stomach at the metallic taste invading your taste buds, you spit right up at him, mindless to the debris falling right back at your face, your mascara running down your cheeks as you sneer up at him. Even as he laughs teasingly at you.

“Don’t worry slut,” He rasps, his nose brushing against yours as his thrusts find a pace, pulling out to the tip before pushing himself fully inside, “It’ll feel good in a minute.” and it does, he feels more of your arousal coating his cock as he snaps his hips against yours, your wails and whimpers slowly yet surely are coated more with lust as you moan out his name. “See tha’, almost too easy…” almost too good to be true.

And it is, because when his eyes struggle to find yours, he is reminded by the feeling that overtook him this entire evening, and when he sees the corner of your lips pull lightly does he want to rip your head right out, but the minute he moves his hand, he is overwhelmed by how wobbly he feels, how your face distorts and misshapes before he is met with the sight of the ceiling, the sight you grew accustomed to when he was taking advantage of your unconsciousness.

He groans when he feels you impaling yourself on his cock, pussy clenching so tight as you bop yourself up and down his shaft, your tits bouncing with you as he looks up at you, so mesmerized and entranced by your beauty all he does is hold your hips, helping you lift yourself up before dropping you on him, the squelching sound that follows it music to his ears.

You plant your hands against his chest, hips rolling as you pant at his lips, both of you so drunk on the feeling of each other and chasing your highs, “You gonna listen to me, when I ask you to?” His hand claps against your ass at your question, “Yes, yes oh God, anythin’ just don’t stop.” He can’t help but want more of you, want to feel his cock push against you even further, so he plants his feet firm against the bed, hand grabbing handfuls of your ass as he starts thrusting up at you, moaning against your neck when he shoots ropes of his cum inside of your sopping cunt, squeezing him so tight and milking him, and all of what Shinso remembers is the way you arch your back, pressing your chest against his as your whimper out his name, as he feels your juices dripping against his balls and down on the sheets beneath you. After that, all he could see was black.

Shinso awakes startled, eyes darting in alarm before he relaxes when he confirms he’s alone, the red silky sheets now draped over his lower body, pooling at his lap when he sits up to look around once more, desperate for any sign of you. Yet he only sees a brown folder on top of the love seat, impressively thick with the amount of papers stacked inside it, and when Shinso reaches for it, he catches the note that slipped off and draped down on the floor, reading it and scowling at it. ‘You promised you’d listen’

And boy is he more than lucky to listen to you when you asked him to. Because that folder has every tiny little detail he needs to know about The Wise, from the quirks of his circulating bodyguards to the keys to his multiple homes within the world. Pictures upon pictures of the man, decoded letters and basically intel on his entire criminal record.

Fucking finally, Shinso gets to just go home no that everything’s over and done with.

Limited Edition Sneak Peek:

It is way too early for Shinso, the sun glaring at him as he makes his way into the agency, the honking cars and chattering people feeding into his migraine so early in the morning, and he groans as he pushes his door open, ready to get back to his regular routine after the incident at Vice City.

It hasn’t been even a week, but it sure was eventful, using the folder you left him, Mindjack was able to capture The Wise the very next day, via the map of the routes he takes that was attached in the folder. They were able to ambush him, easily being able to bring the right heroes for the job to overcome the quirks of both his workers and himself. Now the mastermind of Organization XIII was behind bars, making the job of catching the remaining members now much easier.

It almost felt like child’s play, at least, that’s what the heroes made it out to be, flexing their powers and their potential, when they were well aware that all their efforts would’ve been in vain if you and your folder weren't there to aid them in every step.

To say that guilt ate him up is an understatement, he feels himself decaying from the inside out from resentment, he figures he spent too much time in the dark, that it started to mess with him, manipulate him, carve him into someone he isn’t, someone that isn’t fit to be a hero. He feels like was walking into a tunnel with no way out, engulfed and trapped in pure merciless darkness, that ate away at his soul every step he took further in.

Shinso trudges up the stairs with a heavy heart, the dread at what he did to you, especially that your intent to help him didn’t waver despite his actions loomed over him, and he couldn’t remember the last time he felt like he didn’t deserve the life that he’s living in right now.

Yet, the saying ‘there's a light at the end of the tunnel’ rings in his ear, the minute he opens up the door to his office, eyes widening at the sight before him, smile so dazzlingly sweet, a voice just like silk, weaving around him and entrancing him as the words captivated him despite their simplicity.

“Missed me, Hitoshi?”

(1) its common in poker for women to be onlookers, like the wives of the players for example, the jab at him being an onlooker is basically just a sexist joke to make the people around the table laugh to ease their mind.

(2) to help gain more perspective about the poker scene you can read the elaboration here

Aaaand more about the reader’s quirk here!

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koffeekoko · 3 years ago

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OH SEISHU

seishu inui x guardian angel!reader

genre: angst (i think)

warnings: major character death

word count: 888

a/n: ahhh i'm so puzzled about this one but i'm posting it anyway. keep in mind jel has no idea about guardian angels and how those work, this is only my take on it!

you know you have had enough beach time for the day when your surroundings become uncanny. when your feet rubbing against sand feels like a sharp knife cutting through flesh. when you don’t belong anymore, nothing’s in place, the ocean breeze is rejecting instead of welcoming.

they say water rises by a level when it’s quarter-time past dusk when day meets night. your constant visit to the same sandy shores should be enough to prove that, yet the angel sitting on your right shoulder tells you: nothing’s certain, maybe today will be different, and it convinces you because angels are wiser…right? they know better. they know better, yet the devil at your left only snickers every time you tell yourself it’ll be different today.

today’s no different. water hits your feet full forcedly where it would never reach early in the day. the way waves meet your feet feels like it’s angry at something, at someone, at the world; and you’re there perchance. naturally, you’re the one it takes the anger out on by bringing up scattered garbage to rub and scratch at your ankles.

“would it have been different?”

nothing was different and never will be, get out of your head, the little red man whispers before the hopeful side of you had the chance to utter a word.

“was it cruel?”

“it was.”

seishu never asked for salvation, yet the one calling themselves his guardian angel saw the need to save. seishu never asked for a chance, but his guardian angel made room for one.

your job is to watch over your assigned one, make sure they don’t cut their time short before the date written with bloody ink on god’s little notebook. no angel can play god, still, you decided to fake god the day ocean of flames engulfed him because you simply couldn’t watch your little angel die.

you knew better than to ask for borrowed time, god never carries around loose change; the price you pay is never cheap.

“it was cruel, but also beautiful.” seishu’s voice was monotonous, dry, and raspy, the way a person sounds after losing their will to keep on.

it always pained you how far and between each of his smiles were, it tucked on your heartstrings watching the way your little boy grew more and more like a forgotten doll sitting in the corner of a blue room.

“do you regret your choice?” seishu’s soft-spoken words ring in your head like a mantra, louder than any heavenly bell that ever rang in your ears.

you were certain you could never regret giving him more time, seeing him grow, but the way your decision resulted in all the wrongs… makes you wonder if it was too cruel of you to have him suffer through all the hardships.

but you had never given him your reply to what was asked. words were tied to your tongue, never slipping off no matter how hard you tried to choke a voice out of your throat.

“i suppose it’s not an easy question, sorry.” there went his wry, sad-looking smile. “i don’t think it was worth the price you paid, though.”

“you are worth any price.”

to have your title withdrawn, to have a pair of wings ripped off, to be sanctioned from immortal life, to walk through hell and back, any price god named; you were more than willing to pay. yet no suffering of your part for your selfish choice was enough, therefore, seishu was made to suffer along.

all you wanted was for him to have more time. a chance at living a happy life. so, he ended up living the worse, because you took a gamble, forgetting that no one could ever beat god in a game of poker.

maybe it was much too cruel of you to selfishly try to rewrite fate. no, it was cruel. you have made his borrowed time a living hell, worse than death.

“thank you… for watching over me all this time… and I’m sorry for your suffering” seishu says so lowly that his voice would have disguised with the sounds of waves crashing on the shore if you were to be even a little less perceptive.

“it’s my duty as your guardian angel, seishu. please, don’t thank me…” you remember how your voice trembled and how seishu’s expression became unreadable by the second.

“i think it’s time,” seishu said.

“y-yeah… here,” you reached out your left hand, palms open facing up.

seishu tightened his grip on the pocketknife he held, grabbed your wrist in one hand, and swiped at your palms in a swift. he brought your bleeding palm close to his lips in a light kiss before any drop could stain the clear water under both of your feet.

“thank you, my guardian angel.” were his last words, engraved deep in your memories.

“farewell, seishu. may we meet again.”

you held him close in the last moments and before you knew it, he had long since vanished like foam on the surface of ocean waters.

you never let go and before you realized it, you walked through the same beach day after day, replaying the same memory like a broken record.

you betted in a high-stake game and lost; god never carries around loose change, so you paid every price.

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heyiwrotesomethings · 4 years ago

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A Compulsive Gambler?!

Yumeko Jabami x She/Her Reader

A/N: Could you imagine Yumeko dating someone and they have no idea she’s, ya know, a gambling freak? I bet she would have a hard time pulling back like, she’d still gamble with her SO but in a sneaky, more subdued way. Something like, ‘if you can guess what number I’m thinking of you can pick what we eat for dinner’, or something like that. Seems innocent enough but she just can’t help herself into turning some interactions into gambles. Anyway, hope y’all enjoy! Word Count: 5,170

For perhaps the first time since Mary met Yumeko, the girl was a nervous wreck. The usually carefree gambling addict was pacing around the near empty classroom while she twisted the ring on her thumb around and around again with no sign of stopping. Finally, Mary had had enough. If Suzui wasn’t going to be useful and ask what the hell was going on, she would do it herself.

“What the hell is your problem? Are you going through withdrawals or something?” Mary asked with an annoyed huff.

“Oh Mary-san!” Yumeko practically moaned, the back of her hand raised to her forehead with over dramatic flair, “I don’t know what to do!”

“About what?” Mary asked, accompanied with an annoyed eye roll.

“My girlfriend is coming to visit tomorrow and she’s going to be staying with me over the weekend!” Yumeko blushed cupping her hands over her face at the mere thought of it all. It just made Mary more annoyed.

“And? Am I supposed to feel sorry for you?”

“You have a girlfriend?” Ryota blinked, the poor boy seemed to always be falling behind.

“Yes, we’ve been together since our last year of middle school. We went to the same high school too until I transferred,” Yumeko gushed while she hugged herself, twisting and swaying slightly on her feet, “I love her so much! It’s been hard to be away from her all this time!”

Ryota scratched his cheek. “Then... why do you seem so uneasy?”

“Well that’s easy!” Yumeko cheered, a dazzling smile over her lips. A moment passed by and Yumeko appeared to pale considerably and a nervous sweat dotted her face, her body trembled and yet, the smile stayed in place. Mary and Ryota side eyed each other before staring back at Yumeko, waiting.

“She doesn’t know about my severe gambling addiction!” Yumeko finally disclosed.

“What?!” Mary and Ryota spoke in unison.

“Yes, it’s hard to believe isn’t it?” Yumeko sighed. “I’ve kept it hidden from her all this time because I feared what she would think of me if she found out. That, and I wouldn’t want her to get hurt from tagging along. I love that girl dearly and I can’t risk losing her.”

“How are you going to keep your secret, Yumeko?” Ryota’s worry for his friend was plain on his face.

“That’s where I’m hoping you two will come in!” Yumeko grasped a hand of Mary’s and Ryota’s in both of hers, a pleading pout on her face. “Help me keep her occupied and away from any mention of gambling!”

“Are you an idiot?” Mary scoffed, not waiting for an answer. “This school is all about gambling! Not to mention we’re in the midst of this insane election. You’d be better off just having her wait off of school grounds rather than parading her around for all your enemies to see.”

“Please Mary-san, it’s only for one day!” Yumeko cooed. She tried to wrap the blonde up in her arms, but Mary stood and held her away at arm’s length.

“I’m not gonna go out of my way for this fool’s errand. I’ve got to go meet with Ririka now. Figure it out yourself, but if you want my advice you should just come clean.” Mary said, giving Yumeko one last shove as she made her way out of the classroom.

“Oh yes, do you think Ririka-san would help? Maybe we could get Itsuki in on it as well!”

“You’re on your own!” Mary called from the hallway, making Yumeko whine.

“I’ll help you Yumeko.” Ryota predictably volunteered.

“Thank you, Ryota!” Yumeko bounced giddily, “Hopefully everything will run smoothly tomorrow if we play our cards right!”

***

“(Y/n)!” Yumeko jumped the girl as soon as she saw her approach the gates of the prestigious academy and showered her face with dozens of little kisses that made her girlfriend laugh and try to wiggle away from the continuous onslaught.

“Yumeko! I take it you missed me too then?” (Y/n) smiled, catching Yumeko’s face in her hands so she could land a few kisses of her own.

“Of course! You know it was one of the hardest decisions of my life to transfer here. I need to make up for lost time!” Yumeko grinned in return. She was about to steal another kiss when someone cleared their throat behind her.

“Oh, right!” Yumeko recalled, pulling (Y/n) to her side until they were near flush together. “Ryota, this is (L/n) (Y/n). (Y/n), this is Suzui Ryota, one of my friends!”

“Nice to meet you.” Ryota said. He was no stranger to feeling out of place, but after that intimate display he had never felt more awkward.

“Nice to meet you too, Suzui-san. I hope Yumeko hasn’t caused you too much trouble.” (Y/n) joked.

Thoughts of millions of yen in debt, gambling for nails, house pets, guns in a seedy basement, among other things, flashed almost violently in Ryota’s mind but he managed to keep a somewhat pleasant expression as he answered.

“Not at all! Yumeko’s a model student,” he lied.

“Oh god, I thought you’d be in the classroom by now. So much for a quiet morning.”

“Mary-san! Good morning!” Yumeko pivoted, still holding (Y/n) close, “Come meet my (Y/n)!”

“Hi. Saotome Mary. It’s a pleasure. Excuse us a second.” (Y/n) blinked and Mary was halfway through the courtyard before she noticed Yumeko being dragged along with her.

“Are you stupid?” Mary whispered harshly with no preamble once she found a secluded spot in the trees.

“Mary-san, what are we doing?” Yumeko asked, tilting her head like an inquisitive puppy would.

“How about what are you doing?” Mary hissed back. “The whole school must know you’re dating at this point!”

“Well that’s good isn’t it?”

“It’s the exact opposite of good! Do you have any idea how many people are gonna try to use her against you now? Use your head a little!”

“I thought you said you weren’t going to help me, Mary-san.” Yumeko giggled, “but you really do care about my happiness, don’t you?”

“Shut up!” Mary blushed, pushing Yumeko away before she could hug her. “I just don’t want some innocent girl to get caught up in this crazy school. Just be more discreet from now on. She already sticks out like a sore thumb without the Hyakkaou uniform.”

“I’ll do my best Mary-san!” Yumeko clapped. “It’ll be hard though since she’s just so kissable.”

“I didn’t ask.”

When they got back to the gate, they only saw Suzui looking around desperately while sweating bullets. When he finally saw Mary and Yumeko walking towards him, he ran up to them, breathing heavily.

“Ryota? Where did (Y/n) go?” Yumeko smiled.

“Iki... Ikishima’s girls took her! Tried to.. stop them but—“ Ryota panted and wheezed, stopping the retelling of his account once Yumeko rose her hand to his lips, directing him to silence.

“See? What did I tell you?” Mary groused. “And Ikishima of all people...” Mary shut her mouth tightly upon seeing the look on Yumeko’s face. The pure disgust and hatred that rolled off of her made Mary’s skin crawl.

“Ryota, Mary,” Yumeko eerily called, “it’s time for me to get my (Y/n) back from her visit to the trash heap. You’ll accompany me won’t you?”

It went without saying that Mary and Ryota followed after their friend. Whether out of fear or support, it could have gone either way. Even Mary thought it wise not to berate the usually carefree girl with ‘I told you so’s’ in this state.

They hurried to the bowels of the school and pushed through the beautification committee members. The members didn’t retaliate, one look at Yumeko’s face was enough to make them part their ranks like Moses and the sea. Yumeko approached the big metal door and knocked three times, loud metal echoes rung out over the hum of generators and fluorescent lights.

A wild laugh sounded upon the knocks. An eager cry of, ‘she’s here!’ could clearly be heard from inside as quick steps over linoleum could be heard tapping in rapid succession towards the door before it was wrenched open with a heinous squeak from its hinges that nearly matched pitch with Midari’s own delighted squeal upon being face to face with Yumeko.

“Yu-me-ko!” Midari sang, “so glad you could join us!”

Yumeko breezed past Midari without so much as a glance and went straight for (Y/n) who was tied to a chair in the middle of the room like some crime movie.

“Oh my (Y/n), are you alright?” Yumeko cooed, freeing (Y/n) from the gag and turning her face in her hands to look her over.

“I think so,” (Y/n) shivered, “just what kind of school do you go to where people are kidnapped at gunpoint?!”

The thought of Ikishima pressing that dirty gun against (Y/n)’s head made Yumeko want to curb stomp Ikishima’s head into a fine paste, but the deranged girl would have just loved that, wouldn’t she? Instead she worked on untying the ropes from (Y/n)’s middle, comforting her girlfriend along the way.

“It’s alright my love! The beautification committee is just really serious about following the dress code. They won’t bother you anymore.”

“Yumeko,” Midari moaned from behind her, “I brought her her so you would gah—!”

Mary slapped the girl hard over the back of her head and gave her a warning look. Midari shut up more out of the delight of being hit more than anything else.

“...’Gah’?” (Y/n) flicked her eyes over everyone in the room, trying to get some kind of explanation for what the hell was going on.

“‘Gah?’” Yumeko repeated right back with a smile. “Whatever does that mean, my dear?”

“I don’t know, the girl with the eye patch said it.” (Y/n) replied, finally loose from her bindings, she rubbed her hands over her arms where the scratchy rope had dug in.

“Oh sweetheart, you must be seeing things. I see no such girl here.” Yumeko said, causing a whimper to fall from Midari’s lips. “Let’s get to my class now, shall we?”

“Anywhere is better than here.” (Y/n) sighed, choosing not to question Yumeko about the girl who had taken her. She clearly didn’t like her and after being dragged here against her will, (Y/n) couldn’t say she enjoyed the crazed girl’s company either.

“That’s my girl,” Yumeko cooed, pulling (Y/n) tightly against her side. They walked past Midari as she blubbered and crawled over the floor towards Yumeko only to have the metal door slammed in her face.

“Come on, we’re already late!” Mary griped. “Some of us have scholarships to keep!”

“I just can’t wait to be sitting in a classroom with my (Y/n) again,” Yumeko sighed dreamily, “it will be just like old times!”

“Yeah.” (Y/n) smiled though she was still coming to terms with being held at gunpoint for wearing the wrong uniform. Yumeko hadn’t even seemed to be phased by it. Like it was something that was part of the school policy. We’re all rich people schools like this? Whatever, (Y/n) wasn’t going to let this one setback, no matter how momentarily terrifying, ruin her weekend with Yumeko.

Before they could make it to their classroom, the were jumped by another second year student with literal stars in her eyes as she grabbed Yumeko’s hands.

“Yumeko, I’m so glad I caught you!” She cheered.

“Oh hello Yumemi, what are you doing outside our classroom?” Yumeko asked.

“Waiting for you! It’s been so long since the Dreaming Creaming Sisters have performed and I need you to pretty please join me for a concert!” Yumemi sparkled.

“Dream—“ (Y/n) tried to muffle her inelegant snort with her hand but the action immediately drew in Yumemi’s attention, the idol’s face darkened slightly.

“Oh? What’s so funny stranger?” Yumemi asked with faux sweetness.

“I, um, sorry. It’s just uh, a unique group name you’ve got there.” (Y/n) answered sheepishly.

“Well, I’d like to see you come up with a better rhyme for dreaming!”

“Scheming, beaming, redeeming... meme-ing.” (Y/n) listed the first words that came to her head, making Yumemi’s smile tighten further with every suggestion.

“Who’s your friend, Yumeko?” The idol asked, fake interest rolling off her tongue.

“This is my girlfriend (Y/n)!” Yumeko said with pride. “Isn’t she just so cute and smart?”

‘Smart ass maybe.’ Yumemi thought to herself.

“Anyway, I’m sorry but I can’t perform with you right now. I’ve got class and I don’t want to leave (Y/n) alone.” Yumeko explained, hugging the girl for emphasis.

“I didn’t know you were part of an idol group now, Yumeko.” (Y/n) said as Yumeko guided her towards the doorway.

“It’s just a side hobby really.”

Before they could enter Yumemi pulled (Y/n) out of Yumeko’s hold, hugging her from behind, her starry eyes dancing with mischief.

“You’ve never seen Yumeko preform then, have you (Y/n)-san?” Yumemi asked, still hugging the other girl close as she weaved her trap.

“Yumeko has sang to me before, so I know she can sing very well.” (Y/n) admitted bashfully. “I’ve never seen her act as a full blown idol before though.”

“Isn’t that something you’d like to see? We could have it all set up in a matter of minutes, wouldn’t that be great?” Yumemi coaxed.

“I wouldn’t want Yumeko to do something she doesn’t want to do. Besides, her class is starting soon.” (Y/n) said.

“I didn’t hear a no.” Yumemi sing-songed while (Y/n)’s face buzzed with heat.

“If you’d like to see then I don’t really mind, (Y/n).” Yumeko grinned, pulling her away from Yumemi, “I like the idea of singing directly to you in a sea of people. They’ll all know exactly how much you mean to me.”

“Yumeko..” (Y/n) hid her face in the giggling gambling addict’s chest.

“Oh for the love of— are we going to class or not?” Mary yelled impatiently.

“I’m afraid I have a concert to prepare for Mary-san. Will you come watch with (Y/n)?” Yumeko asked.

“Fine whatever.” Mary bristled.

They all made to leave when Mary halted Ryota with a hand to his chest.

“Wh- what?” He asked, jumpily.

“You are going to stay here and take notes. They better be good ones too.” Mary threatened.

“But—“

“Notes, Suzui.” Mary commanded. The poor boy gave a resigned nod and with drooping shoulders he sulked into the classroom.

***

While Yumeko and Yumemi prepared backstage, Mary and (Y/n) found their seats and made light conversation as more bodies filed into the seats around them. Despite dating Yumeko, Mary found that (Y/n) seemed to have a good head on her shoulders.

“Saotome-san, what is that boy taking bets for?” (Y/n) asked.

“It’s just some weird niche idol thing Yumemite does. Don’t worry about it.” Mary dismissed, though inside she was worried this would become a bigger gamble that she couldn’t possibly cover up.

“This rich people school is so weird.” (Y/n) commented offhandedly.

“Tell me about it.” Mary agreed.

The house lights dimmed and the stage was set aglow. Upbeat music began to play and the crowd around them cheered as Yumeko and Yumemi entered the stage.

They sang their opening song and (Y/n) watched with delight, her heart beating faster every time Yumeko would meet her eyes throw a flirtatious wink or smile her way. (Y/n) would wave the red glow stick she was given in return.

“Now it’s time for the event you’ve all been waiting for!” Yumemi yelled over the crowd, causing them to cheer again. “The rematch of the century!”

“Rematch? What is she talking about Saotome-san?” (Y/n) asked.

“Ah, there just seeing who can do best in various idol based competitions.” Mary responded, truly hoping that that would be it, but Yumemite wasn’t done talking just yet.

“Before you all got here, one lucky seat was chosen for the spotlight! Let’s see who it is, shall we?”

Yumemi swept her hand across the packed auditorium and one light after the other blinked across the sea of bodies while the audience cheered. A bright light shone on (Y/n) and she blinked at the sudden brightness, surprised when the light didn’t immediately flicker back off.

“And there we have it! Our visiting guest from another school, how lucky you are!” Yumemi said with mock surprise as if she hadn’t had the thing rigged from the get go.

“You’ve won the opportunity to go on a date with one of us, the Dreaming Creaming Sisters! How will it be determined who you go out with? Well, it all depends on which one of us wins this gamb—“

“Game!” Yumeko hurriedly interjected, a faint gleam of sweat streaked down her cheek.

“Well, yes, I suppose ‘game’ is also accurate.” Yumemi cocked her head at the strange outburst. Yumemi didn’t really care what Yumeko called the gamble, she just had to win it. What better way to get back at the girl than to steal her girlfriend away for a night.

“The rules to this game are simple Yumeko-chan! There will be three rounds: perfect pitch, name the tune, and choreography memory match. Win two out of three, and you’ll get to go out with our lucky chair holder! Lose, and you’ll be paying for mine and (Y/n)’s night out. I’ll warn you, I’m not cheap!” Yumemi said with a showy laugh.

“But, I’m already dating Yumeko,” (Y/n) frowned, “I can’t go on a date with someone else!”

“Just hope Yumeko wins then.” Mary sighed. At least Yumemi’s way of gambling wasn’t too obvious. Her gambles were big and grand, but to an outsider they weren’t immediately discernible as anything but stage entertainment.

“Let’s make this quick, Yumemi-chan!” Yumeko smiled, hoping she could keep her desire to up the stakes in check.

Yumeko won perfect pitch, matching nearly every note with perfect accuracy. Yumemi won name the tune as many of the songs were conveniently of a western selection. Last was the choreography memory game and (Y/n) was nervous.

(Y/n) knew that Yumeko had a splendid memory, but the girl also detested demanding physical excursions such as this. She was probably already tired from dancing at the start of the show. To (Y/n), it was not looking to good for her girlfriend.

But to (Y/n)’s surprise, Yumeko followed the impromptu routine like a champ. Yumeko refused to let Yumemi outdo her, all for the sake of keeping (Y/n) close.

“She’s going to be so sore after this.” (Y/n) marveled. “You know I used to have to threaten her to make her go to gym class?”

“You could actually make her go to gym class?” Mary rose a brow, impressed. She hadn’t seen Yumeko attend gym class since the first week of her transferring. While Mary was still a house pet, she took great pleasure in watching Yumeko suffer through that class period.

Minutes went by and the two girls each adorned a a sleek sheen of sweat as they continued to dance, matching each other step for step. The fans were going wild at the display, waiting to see how would win the dance battle of a lifetime.

Then it happened in a flash. Yumemi, in her desire to get back at Yumeko for their last gamble against Natari Kawaru, tried to add a very complex step in her next turn and fell to the stage which led to her loss.

“Jabami Yumeko wins!” The MC announced.

Saori appeared from behind stage to help Yumemi back to her feet. Though pissed and embarrassed, Yumemi hid her feelings well and congratulated Yumeko on her win.

They closed off the concert with one final song and then the event was over.

“Have a nice dinner on me!” Yumemi sparkled, shaking (Y/n)’s hand after the show before walking back to her dressing room with Saori in tow. The poor manager was sure to get an earful from the idol once they were away from polite company.

Yumeko practically collapsed in (Y/n)’s arms.

“(Y/n), I’m so tired! Carry me!” Yumeko whined.

“After all that hard work you did? Happily.” (Y/n) hoisted Yumeko onto her back and the sweaty girl squeaked joyfully, wrapping her arms around (Y/n)’s neck.

The trio talked about the show as they walked (or in Yumeko’s case, carried) through the halls, slowly making their way back to the classroom for the next class period. Mary paused in her next comment as loud, purposeful steps were quickly catching up to them.

“Jabami Yumeko!” A voice filled with contempt called from behind them.

“Oh, Sayaka! How good to see you!” Yumeko smiled, sliding off of (Y/n)’s back to try to greet the secretary with a hug.

Sayaka dodged the attempt on her life, zapping her taser in warning as she glared at the demon before her. (Y/n) wondered if all the students were allowed to carry such dangerous items at school.

“You are in violation of school rules!” Sayaka sternly informed. “You did not fill out the proper paperwork to bring an outsider into Hyakkaou.”

“Really Yumeko,” Mary scoffed, “those are like, the easiest papers to fill out.”

“I’m sorry Sayaka, it must have slipped my mind.” Yumeko apologized.

“Your apologies mean nothing to me. Escort the girl out now.” Sayaka clipped.

“All I want is to spend time with my girlfriend. Surely you could make an exception just this once, Sayaka, friend?” Yumeko pleaded.

“Don’t refer to me as your friend,” Sayaka’s jaw clenched, “better yet, don’t refer to me ever.” Then Sayaka’s expression switched from hostile to something akin to a hopeful curiousness. “Did you say girlfriend? Like dating... monogamously perhaps? As in, you aren’t looking to be dating someone else right now? You want to spend more time with her than anyone else?”

“Yes!” Yumeko nodded, smiling obliviously.

Sayaka turned her attention to (Y/n), walking up to the other girl and grasping (Y/n)’s hands tightly in hers.

“Never break up with her,” Sayaka said, the closeness of her face scaring (Y/n) slightly, “please.”

“I um, wasn’t planning on it.” (Y/n) stuttered in reply.

“My, what do we have going on here?” A silky voice called from behind the group. Sayaka gasped and removed her hands from (Y/n) as if they had burned her.

“President! Vice president! What are you doing here?” The secretary asked.

“I’ve been hearing rumors of Yumeko stirring up my aquarium with a new fish.” Kirari’s lips curled in an interested smile as she eyed the unfamiliar girl. “This must be the one, hm?”

“This is (L/n) (Y/n), my girlfriend. She’s visiting me over the long weekend and I wanted to show her around the school to maximize our time together. Unfortunately I didn’t fill out the proper forms, you’ll allow it won’t you president? Please?” Yumeko explained with a cute pout that made Sayaka livid.

“Of course.” Kirari easily complied, tapping a blue nail against her smiling, equally blue lips. “She’ll just have to gamble with me first.”

Oh no. She said it.

“Gamble?” (Y/n) looked at the president questioningly while Yumeko and Mary hosted a silent eye battle between themselves to figure out how to deescalate the situation.

“Yes, dating Yumeko, I can imagine you must be amazing at it to catch her eye,” Kirari produced a pack of cards from her blazer, “any preferences?”

“I’m not much of a gambler, neither is Yumeko. I’m not quite sure I understand.” (Y/n) answered.

“Not much of a gambler, Yumeko?” Kirari’s lips rose into a highly amused smile.

“What she means to say is that I’ve dabbled in some friendly school gambles while I’ve been here. It’s kind of a tradition at this school, (Y/n). All in good fun.” Yumeko laughed.

“Yes, try telling that to the house pets.” Kirari mused.

“Could you just, shut up for like, five minutes?” Mary seethed, turning to the masked girl standing silently at Kirari’s left, “I thought I told you to keep your sister occupied today so this exact thing wouldn’t happen.”

Ririka shyly removed her mask, looking contrite. “I tried but she wanted to know what Igarashi-san was doing.”

“Could someone please explain to me what is going on here?” (Y/n) asked holding her hands out expectantly as she looked over each face in the little group they had formed in the middle of the hall.

“How about this,” Kirari circled the girl, “you beat me in a gamble and I’ll tell you whatever you want to know.”

“And if I lose?” (Y/n) questioned.

“No penalty. This is highly entertaining for me as it stands. I just want to know if I can see what Yumeko sees in you.”

“Then I guess I don’t see the harm in it.”

“Excellent. Let’s take this party to the student council room shall we?”

Yumeko nervously twirled her ring as she watched (Y/n) sit across from the president. Kirari had all sorts of gambling dirt of her, as much as she loved (Y/n), she hoped the girl would lose this one.

“Blackjack?” Kirari asked as she shuffled the deck.

“I don’t know how to play that actually.” (Y/n) said.

“That’s fine. Texas Hold ‘Em?”

“No, sorry.”

“How about gin rummy?”

“Haven’t heard of it.”

“Thirty-one?”

“Nope.”

“Ten card no peek baseball?”

“Is that a real thing?”

“What card game do you know?” Kirari tried instead.

“...Go Fish?” (Y/n) replied.

“A woman after my own heart.” Kirari said, causing Sayaka to pout severely.

Kirari dealt the cards, spreading the remaining deck face down between them and the game was set. The pairs flowed evenly for the first couple minutes until (Y/n) had to go fish and Kirari obtained a small lead on her. (Y/n) just as quickly turned the tides a few turns later with a good guessing streak that landed her five more pairs.

The casual luck and easy going attitude (Y/n) presented while gambling with the president made Yumeko even more attracted to her girlfriend by the second, but still she hoped Kirari would turn it back around somehow.

It appeared luck wasn’t on Yumeko’s side however, as (Y/n) won the game with three more pairs then Kirari. The president smiled, mildly impressed by the outsider’s victory.

“Well then, what questions do you have for me?” She asked, shifting in her seat to cross her legs the other way.

“So this is some crazy gambling school, right?” (Y/n) asked with no preamble, not pulling any punches.

“Crazy would be subjective, but gambling is as important in this school as breathing. I’ve made sure of that.” Kirari answered.

“And Yumeko gambles.” (Y/n) said, mostly looking for acknowledgement that clarified the validity of the statement.

“Yes, one of the best in the school.” Kirari praised.

“It’s not dangerous though, right? She hasn’t done anything too drastic?”

Yumeko bowed her head, twisting her ring with a bit more force. A blush coated her skin as her heartbeat pounded in her chest. This was like a gamble in itself and oh, how intense it felt!

“Mm, hard to say.” Kirari shrugged, “I feel as though our definitions of these terms may differ.”

(Y/n) turned to face Yumeko who looked every bit the part of a scolded puppy. She didn’t need to ask any more questions. Not for Kirari to answer anyway.

“Yumeko, just what have you been up to?” (Y/n) asked, covering Yumeko’s hands to cease their twisting.

“(Y/n), I’ve been hiding something from you.” She sniffled, “I’ve been hiding it from you for a long time!”

“What is it?” (Y/n) asked gently, patting the girl’s silky hair.

“I’m, I’m a compulsive gambler!”

“Really?” (Y/n) was stunned.

“Yes, it’s true. I’ve had so many gambles I know you wouldn’t approve of.” Yumeko blinked her tears away as she allowed the truth to be out in the open. “I’ve gambled myself into millions worth of debt just so I could gamble even more, I’ve bet my finger nails, I’ve played Russian Roulette, I’ve bet my free will against become a pop idol and never being able to date again... I’m sorry you had to find it all out like this.”

“Yumeko...” (Y/n) was speechless, she didn’t know what to make of all this. Her sweet, adorable girlfriend had an intense gambling addiction that made her put herself in harm’s way on the daily?

“Please don’t break up, please don’t break up, please don’t...” Sayaka mumbled quietly to herself, rolling something that looked suspiciously like prayer beads in her hands. All the poor secretary wanted was for the snake to have a keeper that would pull her attention away from her president, was that so much to ask for?

(Y/n) sighed through her nose and pinched Yumeko’s arm harshly.

“Ow!” Yumeko whined.

“That’s for keeping secrets.” (Y/n) huffed, pinching Yumeko’s other arm, “that’s for putting yourself in dangerous situations. And this,”

Yumeko closed her eyes, waiting for another stinging pinch. Instead, she received a sweet kiss on her cheek.

“This is an apology for making you feel like you had to hide from me. I love you.”

“I love you too!” Yumeko sniffled, knocking her head into (Y/n)’s chest as she hugged her tightly.

“This doesn’t mean you’re getting a free pass anymore though, no more life changing gambles!”

“...how about three a week.” Yumeko asked shyly.

“Once a month max. You’ll kill me, my heart won’t be able to take the stress.”

“This day has been exhausting.” Mary groaned. “I thought I wasn’t going to let myself be dragged into this idiotic mess.”

“You’re a true friend, Mary-san!” Yumeko clapped.

“Ugh,” Mary ignored her, “come on Ririka, we’re running late for our next election gamble.

Ririka hurried over to the blonde and they exited the room together. (Y/n) and Yumeko followed after giving a cheery goodbye to the amused president and her disgruntled secretary.

“Lessons are over for the day,” Yumeko grinned, hugging (Y/n)’a arm as they walked towards the front gates of the school. “I bet you’re hungry, we didn’t even have time for lunch.”

“Food sounds awesome right now. Any suggestions?”

“I know a few places that might be good. We can go over them while we get ready in my apartment.”

“Sounds great.”

“Don’t let money discourage your final decision. Remember that Yumemi has graciously agreed to pay for our date tonight!”

“Oh yes, how could I forget my almost date with a pop star. How are your legs feeling by the way?”

“They’re so sore (Y/n)! Every step hurts!” Yumeko whined.

“Alright,” (Y/n) bent forward, “up, up.”

“Yay!” Yumeko cheered hopping onto (Y/n)’s back.

Yumeko refused to get off of (Y/n)’s back until they got home... which made taking the bus a little awkward.

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Bonus Scene

Ryota sat stalk still in his desk, watching the hours tick by in the darkened classroom only lit by the soft light from the street lamps outside. He looked down at his notebook, filled with notes, two identical hand written copies for Mary and Yumeko. He looked back at the door, waiting for it to slide open.

“Yumeko, Mary-san,” Ryota weakly called, “please come back soon, I’m so hungry.”

#kakegurui x reader #kakegurui oneshots #Yumeko Jabami #Yumeko x reader #Yumeko Jabami x reader

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ragingbookdragon · 3 years ago

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He Said, "Times Like These I Don't Want To Be A Superstar"

Booster Gold x Batbro One-Shot

Word Count: 1.3K Warnings: Slight Angst

Author's Note: BOOSTER GOLD. BOOSTER GOLD. BOOSTER GOLD IS A HERO AND YOU WILL RESPECT HIM, EVEN IF HE'S A MORON. -Thorne

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He’d noticed that the eldest Wayne son liked to watch the people he was around—much like his father did—listening, learning, piecing together what made people tick, what made them do the things they did. Booster was sure the man could pull a Sherlock and tell someone every piece of their life history just by a single glance. They’d gone on two dates—if you could count one Justice League mission where they worked together and then a training session afterwards, dates. And yet, he’d still not asked Booster about his past. He had no doubt that Batman had given his son free reign of the Batcomputer files; he’d read up on Booster…why hadn’t he asked?

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They slid into the diner booth, both rather beat after the long training session. Booster was beginning to feel pain in places he wasn’t sure he was supposed to, but (Y/N)’d assured him it was all normal during the process of learning Muay Thai. Booster had watched Batman and (Y/N) go out it for about ten minutes with the martial arts form, and even Clark was wincing with each kick, knee, and elbow the two exchanged. And then (Y/N) got Booster in the ring and started training him; he was grateful—his hand-to-hand was basic at best.

Still though, he wasn’t sure how to act around (Y/N). He’d heard stories of the black op squad leaders exploits, the great SPECTRES running around the world, saving it and the places where the Justice League overlooked; Batman wasn’t too fond of the killing, but he beamed with pride when he talked about (Y/N)’s squad taking down terrorist groups and human trafficking rings. Booster wasn’t jealous, but he wanted to learn from the man. Wanted to know how he was so well liked within the superhero community, and just by normal people.

“You’re doing it again,” (Y/N) suddenly said and Booster shook himself out of his stupor, blinking as he gazed at the man, watching as he merely took a glance around the room.

“Doing what?” Booster asked.

He chuckled. “That thing where you think so hard everyone can smell the smoke billowing out of your ears.”

Booster flushed. “Sorry. Just thinking…about stuff.”

(Y/N) met his eyes. “Anything you feel like sharing with the class?”

Booster grinned, though the smile dropped into a frown as he took a moment to find the correct way to communicate his worries. “How much do you know…about me? Like really know about me?”

“How much do you want me to tell you I really know?” he retorted with a sly smile, eyes twinkling with mirth and something deeper—intrigue, or maybe it was expectation.

“Have you read my file?”

“What makes you think you have a file to read up on?”

Booster shot (Y/N) a rather unimpressed look as he deadpanned, “Your dad is Ba—ruce Wayne,” he corrected with a cough. “There’s a file on everyone.”

“Fair,” he agreed, opening up the menu; (Y/N) scanned it, refusing to look at Booster, which only made the man shift nervously in his seat. “Got curious when you entered the scene. Asked dad to send me the file on you. Skimmed it, put it back, let it be your business.” He gazed at Booster. “Why?”

“I’m…not a good man to be around, (Y/N). I—”

“Because of the gambling in college? Or the stealing?”

“…Both…” he murmured, looking at his hands, then a self-loathing smile came over his lips. “What’d your dad’s file say? That I’m an ego-maniac who puts on airs because he’s a second-rate hero that’ll never amount to anything?” (Y/N) merely gazed at him, watching, waiting. “I wanted fame, (Y/N). Glory. That’s why I came back here. It’s why I do what I do.”

Booster looked at him. “The only people who ever want to be around me are Ted and Skeets. Why do you hang around?” he shrugged. “Why do like me?”

(Y/N) thanked the waitress for handing them their drinks and set his cup to the side. “You bet on your games to save your mom’s life. Without the money, she wouldn’t’ve gotten the treatments and most likely would’ve died. If she hadn’t, your family would’ve drowned in medical debt.”

He tore the paper to his straw. “Your theft was a problem, but you recognized the error of your ways and made up for it with the jail time.” Slowly, he pulled the plastic tube out of the white paper. “Your ego is as big as your head, but when proven wrong, you admit it, sulkily, but you do.” (Y/N) crumpled the wrapper. “You have no skill other than the technological advances of your suit and Skeets’ help.”

Placing the straw in his drink, he added, “You suck at hand-to-hand combat, but you learn quickly when there’s a threat to your pretty face, so that’s a plus. You’re loud and obnoxious, but you’re clever enough to keep low so that you don’t alter the future by being a globally renowned hero.”

(Y/N) met his eyes. “Ted’s your best friend and Skeets is stuck with you. I’m here because I see what’s underneath.” He searched Booster’s gaze. “You’re a good man, Michael. Can you be an idiot? Absolutely. Can you be annoying as hell? Yeah. Can you leap without looking where you’re going? All the time. But at the end of the day, your friends know that if they needed help, they could count on you to back them up, even if you knew you might not know what you were doing.”

He pointed at Booster. “And that’s what makes you a hero.” (Y/N) smiled, gesturing to himself. “Michael, I’ve done a lot of things I’m not proud of. Been a lot of things I’m not proud of. But the difference between being a hero and parading as one, is what you do when you keep getting knocked down. Real heroes get back up. Frauds cower and hide.”

Tipping his head to the side, he offered Booster a look of chance. “So? Are you the hero? Or the fraud? All evidence points to the former.”

Booster was stunned silent. He had no words, no clever quips, no heart-throbbing lines to throw back. He was completely speechless. His mouth was moving, forming words his vocal cords wouldn’t produce as wet warmth flooded his bright blue eyes, and all he could do was lower his head, putting his hands over his face to hide the tears.

(Y/N) knocked his foot against Booster’s calf. “I’m gonna tell Ted I made you cry on our third date.”

A laugh bubbled from Booster’s chest as he quickly wiped his eyes, chuckles escaping his lips every couple seconds; he looked at him, murmuring, “Thanks (Y/N).”

He shrugged. “I’m just telling you the truth, Michael.”

“Yeah…but it means a lot to me.”

(Y/N) set his hand on Booster’s, the man turned his hand palm up in response, thumb running over the smooth skin of his palm as he replied, “You mean a lot to me.”

“I do?” he questioned in disbelief. “Really? You like me?”

“I only taught you how to break someone’s skin open with your elbow and how to break ribs and legs with a solid kick,” (Y/N) snorted. “So, yeah, I like you.”

“You’ve got an awfully weird way of showing you’ve got the hots for me,” Booster grinned, and he rolled his eyes.

“Better than your lame pickup lines and offers to go out on missions with you.”

“Hey! You agreed!”

“Because it was pitiful how love-struck you were with me.”

“I am not love-struck!”

“Really? ‘Cause a little gold robot told me you’ve been recording dirty diary entries about me.”

“What?! Skeets told you!”

“Well, he didn’t, but you just confirmed the suspicion. Nice going, Sherlock.”

“OH MY GOD!”

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ultraintrovertedgryffindor · 3 years ago

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Poker Face - Iván Pelayo

There needs to be more Iván imagines, I swear. He's just...ugh, so dreamy, precious little fedora man. I just had to be Thanos and Do It Myself™ Also, I have no idea how poker works so I'm sorry, but I tried

Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), oral (m and f!receiving), slight dacryphilia, praise kink (if you squint), and cumshot 🤷🏻‍♀️

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"Hijo de puta!" Alfredo cursed, staggering over to his cousin across the casino. "Iván!"

Iván, upon hearing his name being called so harshly and with a slight slur, rolled his eyes and braced himself for whatever his idiot cousin got himself into this time. "What?" He drawled out, annoyed that he had to pull his focus away from the roulette wheel.

"I was playing this woman in poker, and the bitch completely screwed me! Stole all my money. I think she cheated, primo."

"And why is this my problem?"

Alfredo groaned loudly, stomping his foot like a child. "Because, I was going to use that money to buy an engagement ring...for my girl."

Iván furrowed his brows. "Ingrid? I thought the two of you broke up again?"

"We're back together again, okay? Just." He huffed. "Just please, help my get the money back, for your blood."

Iván sighed heavily, hesitantly stepping away from the roulette wheel. "I've always told you never to gamble when you're drunk, man. If I do this, promise me you'll never drink and gamble again, sí?"

"Yes, yes! Promise. Just, give that bitch hell."

Iván shook his head at his cousin, his drunkenness ruining a night that was supposed to be fun for him, something that was supposed to distract him from his somewhat recent breakup. But now, he has to come to the aid of his cousin...again. Maybe it was in the family's DNA to never learn from past mistakes, but it wasn't all that shocking especially with Alfredo's hardheadedness.

Approaching the poker table, he only found one person sitting there; you. Strange, you didn't really look like the type of person to play poker, much less cheat at it. But then again, looks can be deceiving, Iván knew that all too well and he'd be damned if he let that happen again. "Hey." Iván called out over the noisy casino, not intending it to come out in a confrontational way, but that's how it sounded.

"Hey." You responded, more soft-spoken and with a small, almost innocent smile as you mindlessly shuffled the card deck in your hand. But the spark in your eyes as you looked him up and down said something else.

"You robbed my cousin."

"I'm sorry?"

"That tall meathead over there," He pointed across the casino, "you took all his money. He says you cheated."

You scoffed, your innocent exterior slowly dissipating, but it looked as if you suddenly had an epiphany. "Wait, you're Iván Pelayo. Oh, right! I knew that other guy looked familiar. Your family is famous."

"Yeah, so what? That means you can steal from us, huh? Think that means you can cheat us?"

You chuckled, making Iván's blood boil at your lack of respect. "I'm afraid you're sorely mistaken, Mr. Pelayo. I don't cheat. I wasn't raised that way, unlike you. I just more skilled than your so-called cousin. I won his money, fair and square."

Iván narrowed his eyes, clenching his jaw and taking a seat in front of you on the other side of the table. "Alright." He sniffed, cracking his knuckles dramatically. "Let me try to win it back."

"Huh, didn't think you played poker. Thought the roulette wheel was more of your expertise."

"I've spend my whole life in casinos, everything is my expertise."

You hummed in amusement, shuffling your deck of cards once more before passing out his two cards and two of your own. "Fine, then let's see if luck is on your side tonight. And feel free to add some of your own money to the pot." You smirked, dropping it immediately upon taking a look at your cards.

Iván had a hard time keeping a straight face, with yours almost downcast and with his hand, there was no way he was losing. Guess the odds were in his favor tonight. Even though he knew he shouldn't, his cards were really decent and he was pretty sure he was going to win, so why not raise the stakes? "Raise." Iván called out, pushing his chips in the middle of the table.

"Call." You matched his bet, watching his expression intensely. "What's with the fedora?"

"You're not going to distract me. The flop, please."

You rolled your eyes, turning over the three cards in the center of the table. A king, an eight, and a three. Iván chuckled. "Something funny?" You quirked your head.

He quickly shook his head, "No, no."

"Hmm. Well, I'm all in. Let's just see our cards, shall we? You first."

Iván smirked. "Looks like I'll be taking that money back. Two pair. Eight and a three." He tipped his fedora at you, his expression smug.

You frowned, heaving a deep sigh. "Wow. That's a good hand, lucky hand really."

"Guess luck wasn't on your side tonight." He repeated to you.

"Oh, I don't know about that." You flipped your cards over, the reveal almost knocking the breath out of the man. "Three kings, three of a kind. Guess I beat you then, huh?"

"Que carajo..." Iván whispered to himself, removing his fedora to scratch his head. "You really had me fooled. I don't suppose you can be merciful and just give me the money anyway? My cousin was drunk and he's not supposed to gamble when he's drunk. He was gonna use that money to buy an engagement ring for his girlfriend. Just...please, I'm begging you."

You gave the man a sympathetic smile, gently leaning over the table. "How about this? I give you the money, and you do me a favor."

"What kind of favor?"

"My father owns this casino, and some guy owns him money so, maybe you and your meathead over there can collect it and bring it back to me."

"And you can't do this yourself?"

"I'm usually the one to, but now finding myself here in this situation with you, I don't see the need."

Iván sighed. "Come on, really? I don't do that kind of thing. I'm more of a con man, not a mercenary."

"You wouldn't be a mercenary. It wouldn't be dangerous. This man is a family friend, he just owes us money, that's all. What did you think, that we were big time drug dealers or something?" You laughed. "You want your money back, don't you?"

"Fine. I'll get the money just so I can get my own money back. Jesus."

"Here," You slide over a piece of paper, "where you can find him. Tell him you're a friend of Y/n's, he'll trust you."

"Y/n? That's your name?"

You nodded. "Yeah."

"Hm, suits you."

To Iván's surprise, the collecting of your father's money went well. You weren't lying when you said the man was a friend, a little eccentric, but didn't seem sketchy enough to cause concern. Alfredo, of course, gave Iván crap for taking care of this errand for you, considering he thinks you stole his money. But what annoyed him more was Alfredo teasing him about having a crush on you. He didn't, he had only known you for an hour, tops. Sure, you were pretty and charming and had a cute smile and...whatever. He was doing this only to get his cousin's money back, that was it.

Plus, Iván still wasn't completely over his last relationship. He really thought Shui was the one, not that he ever believed in that kind of thing, but he really felt connected to her. But after finding out she was only with him for his money, he had to make the heartbreaking choice to break up with her. After all they went through together, just for it to end like that? It was a joke. He felt like a joke. But it didn't matter anymore. She didn't matter.

"Your father's money, bruja." Iván slammed the small bag full of money on the table of your office in the casino. "Now, my cousin's money, please."

"A resourceful one, aren't you?" You smirked, opening the bag and making sure the money was all there. "Good job, Mr. Pelayo. I'm afraid I underestimated you. My bad. Here's your cousin's precious money." But before Iván could take the stack of money, you pulled away.

"What now? I'm not going on another errand for you." Iván huffed angrily.

"No, I wouldn't ask that of you again, don't worry. In fact, I want to repay you for doing that for me." You spoke sultrily, rounding the office desk until you were at the man's side, running your hand up and down his arm slowly.

Iván's eyes darkened, examining your face intensely. "Repay me? I thought I was doing a favor for you?"

"Well, I'd like to return the favor." Before Iván could consider, you connected your lips with his, shoving off his fedora with one hand and rubbing his growing erection through his pants with the other.

"You're a little troublemaker, aren't you?" Iván parted to say, already panting in anticipation.

"Do you accept my offer?" You grinned slyly, already knowing what his answer would be due to how hard his cock was throbbing through his pants. Iván only replied with connecting your lips with his own once again, one of his hands sliding up your back to grip the hairs at the base of your skull and pulled on them roughly, causing your head to jerk back so he could have access to your exposed neck, licking and sucking on the sensitive skin. "I take that as a yes?" You giggled, a gasp getting caught in your throat as he suddenly squeezed your ass and giving it a light smack.

If one thing was missing for Iván, it was a rebound; and you seemed to be the perfect rebound. You felt so delicate, contrasting your straightforward manner and blunt way of speaking your mind. Soon attacking his tongue with yours, sloppily dancing together, he was surprised by how bold you were. Moaning into your mouth as you took his cock out of his trousers, slowly pumping it with your hand, kissing your way down his chest that you exposed by practically ripping off his buttoned up shirt, getting on your knees and looking up at him with an innocent looking smile.

"Jesucristo..." Iván groaned out as you wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock, sucking lightly while your hand pumped the base. You must've been real appreciative of him running that errand for you. Iván let his head lull back, his blissed out expression facing the ceiling, his soft moans echoing around the small room along with your own that were muffled by his dick. It was a mistake to look back down at you; your slight tear-filled doe eyes from gagging on his cock looking up at him, it almost made him come right then and there, but he made you pull away before that could happen. "It seems poker is just one of many talents that you have." He smirked, kissing your soft lips as he lifted you up so you sat on your desk, slotting himself in between your legs.

"Hm," You smiled, "let's see if you, too, have other talents then beating the roulette wheel." You forcibly pushed Iván down to his knees by his shoulders, lifting your flared skirt up to your hips, revealing your already exposed and slick covered core.

Iván's eyes darkened even more, if that was even possible, to see you weren't wearing underwear this entire time. "Presumptuous, are you?"

You shrugged with a chuckle, wearing a confident smile on your face as you dug your heels into his back to force him closer until you could feel his hot and heavy breath fan over your glistening cunt. But that smile quickly got slapped off your face as he went in for the kill, his mouth swiftly and expertly devouring your pussy like a man starved, causing you to try and find purchase by gripping his hair like a lifeline. "Fuck-!" You cried out, feeling his tongue explore you, switching between teasing your entrance and full on sucking on your clit, the obscene sounds coming from the actions only adding to the shocks of pleasure and intense heat that flowed throughout your core, quickly threatening to break you in the best possible way.

Iván smirked against you as you twitched and writhed from the pleasure he was giving you, having to hold onto your hips with a bruising force so you couldn't move away from him. But with how close you were, he knew that wasn't even on your mind. You gasped and moaned with every shock of pleasure that ran through your core, every one growing in intensity until you felt that familiar excruciating feeling; Iván had pulled away, right when you were on the precipice. You had half a mind to place his fedora back on his head so you could just smack it off in frustration, but that thought only lasted half a second before he stood up and rammed his cock into you without warning.

"Iván!" You almost screamed as he thrusted in and out of you with abandon, keeping that same bruising hold on your hips, licking and biting at your neck until you winced from the sharp pressure. "Ugh, god..." You groaned loudly, tearing falling down your cheeks as the blunt tip of Iván's cock kept slamming into that special spot inside of you. You clawed at his back, your mind going dizzy as the pleasure and slight pain mixed together, but you didn't want it to end.

"You feel fuckin' amazing, querida." Iván panted, licking up one of your tears, resting his forehead against yours, keeping intense eye contact as he pounded into you roughly. "Come on my cock, hermosa. I wanna feel you." You squeaked as he reached down to rub tight circles on your throbbing clit, that paired with him stretching you so deliciously and already being so close before, it didn't take you less than a minute to reach your climax. "Oh, fuck..." Iván groaned as he felt your walls clench around him so tightly he could barely move, watching your face contort in euphoria with captivation.

Once you had ridden out your orgasm, Iván pulled out of you and pulled you off the desk, shoving your down to your knees. "Will you take my cum like a good girl?" He rubbed himself as he looked down at you, groaning at the sight of your innocent eyes and open mouth, anxiously waiting and ready to take his release.

"Yes, sir." You whined, your response fast tracking his orgasm, his eyebrows furrowing and his mouth letting out such pretty moans as his release washed over him, white hot ropes of cum landing perfectly on your awaiting tongue. You moaned at the taste of him, swallowing every last drop, feeling pride swell in your chest as he praised you over and over again.

Iván brought you up from your knees, giving you one last exhausted kiss before dressing himself slowly, breathing heavily and clearly a little flustered. You smirked as you watched him, leaning against the desk and lighting a cigarette. "So, I take it you enjoyed yourself, Mr. Pelayo?" You inhaled a drag, the smoke rising up to the ceiling as you exhaled. He only scoffed, shaking his head as he threw on his suit jacket. "You seem quite tired. How long has it been since you've fucked someone, Mr. Pelayo?"

"Awhile." He said bluntly.

"Aw, bad breakup?" You asked somewhat condescendingly.

"None of your business."

"Oh, come on. Enlighten me."

"I don't have to tell you anything. It's not like we're gonna be seeing each other again. This was a one time thing, that's all. I appreciate it, and you giving my cousin's money back, but this is goodbye now."

You chuckled. "I doubt this is the last we'll be seeing each other, Mr. Pelayo."

Iván placed his fedora back on his head, then stepping towards you until you were face to face, his dark eyes boring into yours. "We won't be seeing each other again." He said plainly, turning and heading out of your office, rolling his eyes as you managed to get in the last word before he left the room.

"Yes, we will."

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I have no shame.

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