neighbour!sukunaxreader where reader came to a new city to try luck on a better job, but you don't make enough for a nice place yet so you have to live in this crappy old apartment in a very sketchy side of town and if that weren't enough you get to have the neighbour of your nightmares. tall, muscular guy full of tattoos with a constant condescendent expression, sukuna hosts one party after another –and I mean loud parties, those that make your hole furniture reverberate until morning the next day. he's low key violent and constantly nearly starts fights with the other neighbours, doesn't answer the building’s group chat, doesn't remember any of the other tenants’ names nor faces, even the landlord is scared of him. but you with your almost equivalent bad character –and the fact that you're new to the building– are the only one with the guts to show up and smash your fist in sukuna’s door at one in the morning to tell him to lower the fucking volume or else. he thinks you're nothing but an insolent brat too stupid to feel fear, or he might think you're just funny, or both. thing is you both start glaring at each other in the halls when you walk past each other coming and going for groceries or to get the mail or to get to work. it starts as pure hate. but little by little something else starts to bleed into those glares. you're not stupid, he's hot as fuck. and that thing bleeding through? you can feel it in yourself and you can see it in those dark eyes. desire. that strange desire that comes from seeing someone that hot flashing their teeth at you, that type of desire as red as blood. it takes one long look, you holding your door open for a minute too long while holding that glare and one gesture of sukuna's tongue grazing the edge of his canines, before he’s stepping into your apartment, pushing you in with a hungry kiss that feels violent. so you start hooking up. no feelings, just business. it's crude and raw. pretty much hate fucking. and then little by little you both start catching feelings and end up falling for each other, but who would have the guts to confess something like that first?
You know those soulmate AUs where everything you write in your skin appears on the other person's skin? A thought that came to me is about makeup. Surely things like lipstick and eyeliner would be things that would transfer to the other person. To be fair, generally the thing that is written on the other person's skin fades after a few minutes. But does that mean that every morning a mafia boss could be brushing his teeth in the sink in front of his bathroom mirror when suddenly things start to color his face? And he has to hide that from absolutely everyone. What happens when his soulmate has to reapply the lipstick in the middle of the day after lunch? I'll keep pondering on this topic.
GojoxReader when they are both kids back when Gojo wouldn't smile for the life of him. You start going to the Gojo household with your grandmother who works there since there is no one else to take care of you at home. You really like the garden of the Gojo family and your favorite spot comes to be close to where the Young Master of the house has his lessons. When you first meet Gojo you are amazed at how rude he is. At first the fact that he's always staring at you from a distance –like you are a pest to his eyesight– is very annoying, but with time you come to realize that he actually looks like a very lonely child. So one day you come up to him with a pretty flower you found in the garden and ask him to come play with you. He says no, of course, and he slaps your hand away dropping the flower to the floor. But little does he know that you are stubborn and that you had come to pity those lonely blue eyes. You have already made a mission to get this kid to smile one day...
bnha fantasy au where toya is the deposed crown prince that was locked in a tower by king enji as it was locked his mother before him. he spends his days in the shadows plotting a cop to overthrow his father. reader is assigned as his attendant, because despite him being the outcast crown prince, he's still royalty.
Imagine being Bakugou's soulmate in a world where the first words you exchange with your soulmate are written in your skin and you have to walk around with the words "fuck you" all over your arm since you were five
how did people write novels before the internet was invented? i have to google five things per paragraph because i can't remember words or because i need to do some unhinged research
Thank you, drink water and eat, and rest is important, unclench your jaw and straighten your back, you're loved
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Sour
It was a bright summer afternoon with the sun high in the sky and not one cloud in sight. Megumi sat at a table under the shadow of a tree peeling an orange with a knife, the smell of citrus staining his fingers and tickling his nose. He was lost in thought –or trying to be.
Giggles and gleeful shouts came from his side at a distance. You, Nobara, Itadori and Gojo were fooling around as usual, this time with a gameboy Gojo had brought to school with him.
He focused on his task, rolling the orange in his hand.
“No, hold on!” You screamed and laughed. His knife slid to the side and he almost pricked his finger.
"Don't just punch it like that, you have to wait for it's defenses to go down!" Said Nobara.
"There, right there!" You screamed.
Against his best instincts, he turned to look into your group’s direction. Itadori had you in a playful headlock while looking over your head at the console in sensei's hands, and Nobara hit your arm with a wide smile.
"Don't just tell him, he has to figure it out on his own!" She scolded.
Megumi snapped his head back to his fruit. God damnit. He cursed to himself because he knew better than to look.
He felt that ever-present pinch in his ribs appeared again and he resisted the urge to use one hand to care for the sore spot.
“Wait, it's in my bag!” Itadori said suddenly as part of a piece of conversation he had missed. He heard the sound of him approaching.
He entered Megumi's field of vision wearing a wide smile and rubbled into his bag until he found what he was looking for. Megumi kept his gaze staring straight into the orange on his hand, pretending to be in his own world. One bad cut and the juice covered his fingers making them stick together.
A second later Itadori was gone and the sound of your group grew louder while looking at what he carried back with him.
Megumi picked another orange from the bunch.
He continued on his task, while your group while hearing another cackle. He refrain himself from looking, his will running thin.
An involuntary movement of his neck let him see the way Gojo had placed his arm around your shoulders like he often did with the students, in that sense of camadery, as if he were just another child in their group rather than a fool grown adult. Creep.
Still.
Megumi sighed.
It weighed on his heart.
He didn’t have the type of charisma that people like Gojo and Itadori had. He never cared about it until now, he didn't want to be that loud type of person. But now his keep-to-himself personality isn't helping him at all, and he dreads all this while he sees you having fun with everyone else.
Gojo, Itadori, Nobara, your upper classmates, neither of them had a problem coming up with entertaining topics of conversation, nor they hesitate to come in contact with you. While Megumi was the complete opposite of that. If he was the quiet type, he grew even quieter around you; and if he was the no-touching type, he began to act as if your skin brushing his were to be poisoning.
And all he kept thinking about is how weird it would be to start doing all of those things with you now. It certainly wouldn’t pass unnoticed by the noisy people.
"Megumi-chan~" Rang a certain voice, one that Megumi wildly ignored. He felt something suddenly weighting over his shoulders. He didn’t turn to greet the face that was now plastered next to his.
"Why so grumpy here, all alone, Megumi-chan?" The sound of conversation was getting closer and he realized you and your group were approaching him.
"Stop it with that nickname already." He dryly said to his teacher. Gojo didn’t pay him any mind either, moving to sit right next to him on the bench. As he often did, he was struggling to get a hold of other people’s personal space.
“Oranges, sweet!” Itadori’s voice called out and he fell over the bench at the other side of the table facing Megumi.
“Hand some over here, Megumi.” Nobara said as she sat down next to Itadori, leaving a small space in between. “Sit over here,” she said looking at you and pointing to the space in between Itadori and herself, “I don't want to sit next to this stinky guy.”
“Who is stinky?” Itadori bit back but moved to the side a small fraction to make more space for you. “You also stink,” was his smart remark.
You laughed at seeing the both of them argue and walked to the spot that had been freed for you. Despite the attempt of both of them to make space, it was still a tight fit, and both of your sides were pressing into the other's.
There was a feeling at the back of his throat and in the pit of his stomach, something like acid, corroding. It left a bad taste in his mouth.
“You need to try this game, Megumi,” said Itadori while taking his attention back to the console in his hands, but Megumi was only half hearing him, too focused on the way your arm pressed against his. “Maybe you'll have better luck at passing the boss. Pass me a slice.” That last bit was meant to be for you.
“They are right there, grab them by yourself.” You said.
“My hands are busy, feed me.”
“You're a beast,” Nobara commented but you just laughed, picking up one of the slices that Megumi had been cutting and holding it against Itadori‘s lips.
“Don't get your saliva onto my fingers,” you scold as Itadori bit it off your hands with his full attention into the screen of his game.
The whole scene made Megumi's stomach burn again and he couldn't help but to frown at the image.
A quiet chuckle came from next to him right next to his ear.
Gojo’s slim fingers came into view, catching one of the slices and popping it into his mouth. He smiled with a wild grin and there was another identified feeling at the back of Megumi's head, something that made him feel like wanting to punch his teacher in the face.
“Megumi-chan, cut another slice for me,” he said.
In front of him you were looking over Itadori’s shoulder while Nobara looked over yours with both hands on you.
Megumi's eyebrow twitched.
“Now, now. Stop with the game already, you're going to make it all sticky.” Said Gojo, making himself useful. The group lightly complained but gave back the console to their teacher.
They lit up immediately with another line of chatter, picking up fruit slices from the table.
“Say ‘Ahh’,” Itadori said with a wide grin, holding a piece of orange in the air close to you.
“Don't fool around with your food,” he couldn't help but to snap in a low growl. Itadori ignored his tone and laughed, but he drew away his hand and put the slice inside his own mouth.
“Well,” Gojo clapped against Megumi's ear, “enough playing, we have to prepare ourselves for another round of training.”
Another round of complaints around the table.
“Gather around your stuff, we are leaving,” he smiled. “Today we're doing a few rounds of two against two in a sparring session.”
Megumi's shoulders tensed. He felt the weight of Gojo's hand falling over his back,
“Yuuji and Nobara against Megumi-chan and our darling here,” his tone heard as it did when he was out on a scheme. Megumi felt his stomach drop to the floor.
“Now, let's get going!” He said, and the three buffoons followed behind him, leaving Megumi behind with the last orange still in his hands.
He dropped the knife and through the remains of their afternoon snack under a tree close to him. He was left with nothing but a small piece. When he popped it in his mouth, he was delighted with how sweet it tasted.
Hi hi are u taking requests rn ignore this if your not but can u maybe write some sukuna angst maybe him and y/n getting into huge fight but making up in the end?? Love ur works thank uuu
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Bam. You slammed the door close behind you and entered the livingroom area.
Sukuna was standing barefoot in front of the sink doing the dishes. He didn't turn to greet you and you mimic his silence as you walked to the couch with your phone in your hand.
You sat down, the gelid atmosphere of the room contrasting with the boiling anger in your system. The only thing that could be heard was the clinging of the dishes and the tap water running, or that was until Sukuna completed his task and turned it off.
You didn't look up to see what he was going to do next, rather focus all your attention on your phone screen where scrolling had become an anxious tic.
Moments later you saw him at the edge of your vision waking to a spot in a nearby chair opposite to you, and then heard the sound of his weight falling over the cushions.
It had all started a week ago because of a silly misunderstanding that you already struggled to remember. Yet because of the stubborn personality you both shared, the embers had grown into a hellfire. And by now what kept the problem going could only be blamed into you both bull-headedness and your unwillingness to say sorry.
The buzzing of the fridge added some mention to the air and one of the lamp lights flickered as if stuttering at the animosity in the living room.
One minute passed, the five.
Sukuna stood from his place on the chair, walked to the fridge and returned with a can of beer.
Then silence.
Except for the tapping on your phone and the sipping of his beer.
And the buzzing of the lights.
"What are you doing?" Came the sudden question.
"Nothing." You answered. And you regretted it.
It had been a week already of both of you walking on your toes around the other and you were getting tired of it. You missed Sukuna, you missed him holding you at night, you missed his bitting comments and you missed his smiles and sneers.
And you were also getting scared, because one week was a hell of a time, and you worried about this to become a turning point.
An infected that would scab and turn into a scar.
And yet you weren't able to make the first step because of your stupid pride.
God dammit, you cursed yourself. Why is it so hard for you to swallow your pride and do this one thing? Was really losing Sukuna worth your pride?
The rhythmic sound of drops over the sink and the creaking of the leader of the sofa put your nerves on edge. Then suddenly,
"I--"
"I--", you both said at the same time.
"Let me go first," he said.
"No, wait--"
"I don't--"
You both fell into silence, your words stamping on each other.
You sighted,
"You know what?" You said, "Let's just say it at the same time."
"I'm sorry," Sukuna hurried to answer, and you became tongue tied because of the look in his eyes.
He looked... defeated. It was a strange look to see on him.
"I don't even remember what we were fighting about but I don't want things to be like this anymore," he said while staring at the floor as if the effort to look into your eyes --to show himself bare and --to took an amount of strength he didn't have.
Your eyes pricked with tears and you felt like an idiot. You patted the spot next to you on the couch,
"You want to come here with me?" You asked and soon enough he stood up and walked the distance that separated you. He fell on the couch and turned his arms around you in one swift motion.
Your heart hurts with a new kind of pain when you realize you haven't had an actual idea of how much you missed being in his arms, safe and warm.
You returned the gesture by wrapping your arms around him and letting yourself melt in his embrace. You felt him planting a kiss at the top of your head.
"I'm sorry too," you said, and even if there weren't tears falling down your cheeks, you could feel them at the back of your throat. "I don't remember why we were fighting either."
Sukuna's chest shook and you realized he must be laughing at your confession.
"We're just too stubborn, love. Let's not let this happen again."
You silently agreed with a nod of your head, and finally, after what felt like an eternity, you let your heart to rest.
Reader was forced to become Sukuna's vessel and it's not looking like it will work out. For the first time you see Sukuna anxious, afraid that the weight of his soul might overwhelm and dissipate your own if they don't find an alternative vessel on time.
The prey - Sukuna/Reader
Urame had no luck on their mission, fortunately Reader’s soul seemed to be more stable against Sukuna and most of the pain had resided. You are still not allowed to consume more fingers and the three of you had no other option than taking them along with you wherever you go. The sorcerers are getting closer and closer to your tail and your body it's still relatively weak. Urame suggests to split up to distract the sorcerers acting as bait. Now, you and Sukuna are on your own, hiding in the jungle of concrete that is Tokyo.
Content: Toji as your dentist, Toji/Reader, crackfic
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"Open up." The man told you, pulling your chin with his thumb. "There you go, good job", he praised you with a half smile.
Dr. Smith, your usual dentist, was on a cruise on vacation for his honeymoon so three days ago when one of your teeth started bothering you had to look for another dental clinic that would accept your insurance. The options were very narrow, but when you read the reviews about this particular doctor you were pleasantly surprised that someone with so many five star reviews was available for you.
Now you were starting to double guess why so many ladies seemed so satisfied with their wisdom tooth removal.
You eyed the man looking very attentively inside your opened mouth. He used the grip he had on your chin to move your head from right to left for different angles.
"Do you smoke, sugar?"
You were stricken by the pet name and it took you a second to move your head from side to side to deny it.
"Vape?"
Nop.
"Sensitivity?"
"Just pain on one of the back teeth from below." You said.
He asked a few more routine questions, then he picked up a chart and filled in the information on paper. He left the chart to the side and rolled closer the tray with all his tools. As he moved the fabric of his blue scrub tensed around his arms and chest in a way that left you embarrassingly hypnotized.
With intense scrutiny you saw him reach out to something under the chair. You jolted as you suddenly felt as if you were falling back. He repositioned your chair so you could lay back further. Seeing that he had startled you he put a hand to the center of your chest and pushed you lightly to lay down on the head of the chair.
You wonder if he would be able to feel your stuttering heart underneath.
"I'm gonna take a closer look now, love."
Dr. Fushiguro, as the name tag on his desk stated, retrieved the hand on your chest and extended his hand back to the tray. He took a set of rubber gloves from a box on the side and put them on. Once he was ready, he returned his gaze to you and moved forward on his chair.
"Open up for me again, sugar." He ordered. Incredulous, you follow without hesitation.
As with any visit to the dentist, it wasn’t a very comfortable deal. However. What made it ten time worse was the fucked that even in your uncomfortable position you had to fight yourself to not look at the man’s scrub stretching over his chest. You tried to focus on the blazing white light over yourself since you preferred a set of burned pupils before the embarrassment of being caught staring at this man’s muscles.
You heard the clicking of the metal over the tray to his side as he picked up and put down his tools. The fact that you couldn’t crack a joke or do some small talk to distract yourself made things even more awkward for you.
The man leaned forward, his scrub falling down slightly, giving a sneak peak of a cleavage. You blushed and moved to stare back to the light, where instead of the blinding light you came to look straight into his eyes. Dark pools focus on you, messy hair falling down that had your hand icky with the desire to pull it away, and strong hands moving in their delicate task.
“Is something the matter, love?” You tried to speak, forgetting that your mouth was bussy, and all it came out was an intelligible babble. “Does it hurt?” You were quick to shake your head in denial.
“Hmm…” He made a short pause and pulled away for a second. He moved back to stretch slightly and you couldn’t help but to follow his movements with hungry eyes. You wondered if there was an ethical deal with dentists accepting a date from a patient. You also wondered if your mouth watering at the moment was an effect of the treatment or something else you should be embarrassed about.
He moved back to his original position over you and refocused on his work. He picked up a small hook from the tray and you felt him picking at your teeth with it.
"There is a cavity in every tooth." He said, taking you away from your transe, "You have to keep it down with sweets, sugar."
His voice was deep yet warm.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” He said, and send your thanks to whatever god that had brought you there. Definitely a five star service.
Content Warning: maybe kinky. you'll figure it out pretty quickly.
div. plutism - masterlist
"Can I?"
"Can you what?"
"Hold you on a leash."
One.
Two.
Three seconds of silence.
"You're simply ridiculous."
You were sitting straight over Sukuna's lap on his thrown. He hold you from falling down the pile of bones with one hand on your lower back. The curse supported his head with his fist with his elbow locked on the opposite arm of the chair, looking at you with desdain.
"You were the one that suggested it first."
He clicked his tone, adjusting your weight over his leg and extending a third arm behind your back to pull you closer to him and away from the edge by your leg, to later keep his hand resting over your tight.
"I'm too benevolent with you. I would have cut the tongue that dared voice such a stupid request like that would have being mutter by anyone else."
You picked at the lip of his stomach's mouth again and it's tongue came out to catch you at the intrusion. It pulled your hand inwards and closed its teeth playfully over your fingers, without even pirsing the skin. It tickled but it also covered your hand with saliva that you had no other remedy but clean over Sukuna's kimono.
He send you a dreadful look, observing your every move.
"Stop playing with it." And closed the kimono to cover the mouth.
"Why?" You opened the kimono back again, revealing his stomach and chest.
"It's not a toy."
"No, but it's a good boy."
Sukuna growled in irritation. The mouth licked your arm with the tip of its tongue in content. You traced the lower lip with the tip of your fingers.
"Your lord is in a bad mood today, buddy."
"Don't speak to it."
"See?"
The mouth showed a smile with all teeth and exhaled in what you would like to think was a short chuckle. The body under your palm reverberated at Sukuna's annoyance. You looked back up at his red eyes and smiled. You hold one side of his face on your hand and moved him in your direction to burry your nose under his ear.
"I like you" you said, rounding his neck with your arms and hugging him.
Sukuna stayed still for a minute. Then he sighed heavenly and bite into your ear. Hard.
Asshole.
You squiked and hold into your ear, expecting the specs of blood that you found in your fingers.
"Fine."
You felt the pressure of energy at your side and when you turned to look at its source you found a black leader leash in Sukuna's extended hand.
"Do as you please." He said in a dead tone.
Excited, you picked up the leash and collar for his hand and turned around to look at him with sparkles in your eyes.
Sukuna showed you his teeth in a snarl but you ignored him.
"Lay back." You said.
Reluctantly and with a greeted jaw, Sukuna moved so his back layer over the back of his thrown. You moved over his lap so you could face him better, holding yourself steady with a hand over his chest.
You picked up the collar and hold each side on one hand, stretching your arms so you could reach Sukuna's height. Having to stand on you knees because otherwise you would reach, you stumbled a little.
"Be careful." He scolded, holding you by the waist to keep you in place. "If you fall I will let you drawn."
You hold yourself steadier and tried again. Moving your arms around Sukuna's neck and passing the leader strap though the backle, careful not to hold it too tight.
When it was done you moved back to admire the sight. An irritated demon curse with a half opened kimono drilling your face with a look that talked of killing intent. With a nice black leader collar over his neck.
"Now the leash!" You said excitedly.
Sukuna followed every one of your moves with a scold on his face as you took the actual leash and locked it in place to hold to the collar. You smiled as your heart malted at the view.
"Happy now?"
"Very!"
Suddenly, you pulled the leash in your direction, making Sukuna's upper body moved forward.
He showed you his teeth again, exposing his canines as if he were a radish dog.
"It suits you" you said, moving to close the short distance that was now between the two of you and hug him by the neck again. You squished him maybe a little bit too tight, driven by the flattening of your heart at the view, and then pressed a peck on his cheek.
Sukuna snort a hot breath of air by his nose next to your ear. You moved back to touch your nose to his, eyes still sparkling at the blood red eyes.
A second later the tension on his arms and back melted and he looked at you with more tender eyes.
"I like you " You repeated.
He didn't responded, but he moved his arms to fully enclosed you in his embrace without taking his eyes off yours.
"Mhmm..."
You pulled the leash closer, slowly this time, and Sukuna followed, lowering his body so you could give him a peck on the lips.
Character A and Character B in an enemies to lovers in the sense that they both own the same type of shop and they are literally one across the street of the other and they are constantly competing about who gets the most customers
Prompt: Recently, everytime Sylus gets a new loot and he sees something he finds pretty or interesting in it he takes it with him to gift it to you.
Content: Love & Deepspace, Sylus/Reader.
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It was close to eleven at night and you were getting ready to go to bed. The day had been busy and your skin still buzzed with the adrenaline of being assigned to take care of a crescent threat in the N102 Zone. You were ready for a good night of sleep when you heard the sound of someone knocking at your door.
You were tired and confused, wondering who it might be that came to knock so late at night. Dragging your feet across the living room, you half cursed under your breath to the person that might be at the other side, wondering what it could be that couldn't wait until the following morning.
You opened the door with a click, rubbing the sleep out of one of your eyes with your free hand. The chest of someone came right into view dressed in a dark shirt and a black leather jacket. You tilted your head upwards and it wasn't until then that your brain –slow as it was after a day like that– finally came to recognize the person in front of you.
“Hello, kitten.”
You stood there silently for a second, your neurons trying to light up some reaction.
“Sylus, what are you–?”
He lifted something so it would be at the height of your nose before you could complete your question.
“I came bearing gifts.” He said, and his motion made you take a step back into the apartment out of instinct to avoid a hit to the face. Sylus took advantage of it and gave a step in, letting himself right through the door into your living room.
He closed the door behind himself and put in his signature smirk when he saw you frown. His eyes lit up with mischief then, but whatever he might have been about to say or do he seemed to might have thought about it better because that light flew away.
“What,” you said pointedly while moving the box he had lifted away from your face, “are you doing here? It's too late for games, I'm tired.”
“Sorry to bother you, kitten. But you know how I work odd hours, and I have been waiting for the opportunity to bring this to you.”
He motioned to the box, shaking it slightly. It made a tinkling sound and you looked at it with suspicion. Sylus let out a puff of air, laughing shortly at your expression.
“It's nothing to be worried about, just some tokens of my appreciation.” With that he moved further into the house, walking to stay at the side of the dinning table, carefully placing the box over the tablecloth.
He opened the lid and left it to the side. You looked at every one of his movements with growing curiosity and he seemed to notice. He put his slender fingers into the box, almost playfully slow and smiled at the way you slowly bent closer to be able to look from your place next to the door.
He moved around the things inside, then decided for one and pulled it out, holding the object between two of his fingers. You choked.
In his hands he carried what seemed to be a pearl necklace that shined pink and blue to the lights of the apartment.
“Is that—?”
“My most recent loot,” he said, a knowing smile on his face.
“Your most recent–”, you greeted your teeth and counted to ten a few times, then, you tried again. “How many times I must tell you not to bring your stolen items to me?”
“Don’t worry about the last owner, they probably stole it from someone else. So take it with a clean conscience.” He said with his hand inside the box, once again reaching out for another piece of jewelry.
“Sylus!” You said, stepping on firmly against the floor as a sign for your resolution, “You can’t keep doing this. The association is actively looking for this kind of stuff and they end up laying in a drawer in my apartment!”
Sylus had his sight focus in the items inside the box. He seemed to be particularly looking for something. Without taking his eyes away from the gemstones and pearls, he answered you,
“I know it probably makes you nervous, but you have to understand,” he seemed to have found what he was looking for, something shiny and small he flicked in the air with his thumb, “I couldn’t stop imagining how lovely all of this would look on you.”
“You keep making excuses for yourself.” You said crossing your arms. To show doubt was to lose when it came to Sylus.
“If you think I’m lying, look.” He flickered his thumb one more time and between his fingers there was a flash of gold. He reached out with his other hand, and softly pulled one of your hands from your chest. He cared for your knuckles with his thumb, slowly pulling your hand upwards to plat a kiss over the bruised skin from battle.
“This type of thing, so masterfully crafted, belongs with you,” he said, moving his other hand over yours. There was the feeling of something small and cold wrapping around one of your fingers. When he let go, you saw the golden band of a ring on your fourth finger decorated with emerald and diamonds. “See? It fits perfectly.”
You suddenly felt the rush of blood over your cheeks and stuttered at the sight of it. “I– I–” You couldn’t bring yourself to form a coherent sentence.
“You think the same as I do, don’t you?” He laughed, “But in case these are still not to your liking, I should be able to bring some more to you next time too.”
Prompt: villain!ReaderxAizawa. Reader is a prisoner of Tartarus. Aizawa needs Reader’s help solving an ongoing crime.
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“You have visitors.” The guard’s voice made you jump from your place at the corner of the cell –a small room of white walls, ten steps wide and twelve steps in length counting the space that took the metal bed. You put down the pen and paper you were fidgeting with and looked straight at the narrow horizontal slit close to the top of the barricaded door.
“What do you mean visitors?” You asked in a condescending tone. Who on Earth can be out there coming all the way to Tartarus for a visit? Your family was never that dedicated and most of your friends wouldn’t step on this place for dear life.
“What I just said. Now get up, we have to move you to the next quarters.”
You racked your brain, thinking about who this one person might be. It was useless to ask anything to the guard, they either didn’t have the information or would never give it willingly.
“Step back.” He said, and you sat up from your place at the end of the mattress and walked to the wall opposite to the door. You stayed there with both arms raised up to show that you were empty handed.
“Don’t try anything funny.” The guard warned before you could hear the cling of keys and the sound of admission followed by the heavy noise of the door unlocking.
The guard pulled the door open and gave a step back, one hand over his weapon in his waist. You stepped out of your cell and were signaled to stop. The first guard motioned to the side where two other guards held open a white shirt with long sleeves and leather straps. A strait-jacket.
“Put it on.” The guard ordered and you complied –not that you had the chance to say ‘no’.
Guards number two and three wrapped the sleeves around you, crossing your arm at the front of your chest and tying the end of the sleeves to the back of the jacket. The effect was claustrophobic.
Once they had you restrained, guard number one pushed you from behind with one hand to order you to walk down the hall. You almost tripped, and resisted the urge to send them a poisonous look over your shoulder.
The halls of Tartarus were covered in steel, in all walls, floor and ceiling. The metal of the corridors seemed to suck all the lights of the bulbs, a dark hole at the end of every hallway. Without the need of a trained eye, one could see the lasers of the ever present sensor and cameras in every corner above.
In the distance you could hear the cacophony of voices of those that conversed with their neighbour. Most ended up reaching out to the cells near and the people inside of them to avoid losing their minds.
One of the cellmates screamed to ask where they were taking you, another screamed to curse at the guards, but mostly they stayed quiet when they saw you passed, escorted by your three new friends.
You saw a few of them taking a sneak peek at the hall through the slit on their doors.
They didn’t worry you. Yes, Tartarus was a prison made for those who the system labeled as a high security risk and who pose a serious threat to both national and international security. However, even inside the premises the prisoners were distributed according to their crimes. Ones, such as yourself, were in the outer rings of the ground floor of the prison, still heavily guarded but nothing like the deps of the prison.
Like the seven rings of hell, one would have to be… extremely careful with what they could find at the very center of it, five hundred meters below sea level.
You shook your head, placing the thought of those other prisoners in the back of your head. It wasn’t thrilling to think about what other things you were trapped in with inside this metal tumb in the middle of the ocean.
“Move.” The guard behind you ordered and pushed you to keep going forward, making you trip with your toes. You held back a curse on the tip of your tongue and picked up your pace.
You walked all the way to the common area and the next block, to fall into a section of the prison you hadn’t seen since the last visit of your lawyer almost a year and a half ago. The guards seemed to have deemed it funny to push you again every few steps or every time your pace seemed to linger for a fraction of a second.
After you passed the living areas flooded by inmates, the halls became painfully quiet and the sound of your steps over the metal floors echoed heavily with the sounds of the iron boots of the guards.
With every push to your back you felt the constraints more and more with the wish of being able to turn around and give back to the idiot behind you.
Finally, the guard signaled you to stop in front of a double door and walked to be in front of you. He picked up a card from his belt and slid it through a sensor, to then press his right palm over a small screen to the side. The door bipped in acknowledgment and a small red light turned green.
“Get in.” Guard number two order, getting a voice of his own.
You entered the visitors room. It was just as you remembered it. Small, with white tile on the walls and marble-like floors. In the middle of it there was a big dark metal chair in front of a glass panel, and to the side there was what you guess should be a two-way mirror, replicating your image on one side but see through on the other opposite to you.
Number Three held you by the shoulder moving you forwards while Number Two pushed you downwards so you’ll sit on the chair. They both work on the leader straps that would tie you to the chair while Number One waited for them at the door.
Once you were in place, both guards left the room and you heard the metal door locking behind your back and the rustling of those people stepping away.
Then, quiet.
You tested the strength of the jacket again to find no improvement. The wait was long, maybe too long. The jacket became itchy and your muscles sore. You moved your neck around in an attempt to get rid of some of the pain. You used the dead time to wander about who this secret visitor might be. Other than your lawyer, there was no one who had set a foot in this place just to see you, but your lawyer would have contacted you beforehand.
The wait stretched to what felt for –tortuously boring– hours, to the point you were about to start smashing your head against the back of the metal chair just to do something.
Finally, the door at the other side of the glass opened.
The image of the person on the other side wasn’t clear at first. The person seemed to be entertaining themselves with a conversation with someone behind the door, yet the microphone that connected both rooms was off so you couldn’t hear what they were discussing.
A moment later, the person entered the room carrying a folder with a stack of papers inside in one hand. Tall and haggard, dressed in all black clothes and a ragged scarf with messy hair that passed his shoulders and a two or three days beard, looking like the world had naked him in the face relentlessly since that very morning.
He sat in front of you in the middle of the room on the other side, letting the folder rest on top of his lap.
You stared, because what else were for you to do?
Then a flicker of noise let you know that the microphone had been turned on. You waited.
“I’ll go straight to the point,” said the man, “The band you were a part of, one of the members you used to work with started working for an organization that calls themselves ‘the league of villains.’” He used both hands to grab the folder and slid away one of the sheets of paper from within. He held a picture towards you and you recognized the person immediately: blond hair, big teeth, small frame.
“We need to know where to find this person,” the man continued, “what are his habits, who is he friends with.” He lowered the picture and looked straight into the eyes, “Every member of your former group is either in prison for robbery or dead by now, except for him. This person,” he said motioning to the folder in his lap, “has been out of the map for two weeks. We have already searched every location that had been linked to him that we know. We got nothing.”
“So…” you said, straightening your back to get some more movement to take away some of the soreness in your body, “I am your only clue.”
The man ran his gaze across your features, probably trying to analyse your reactions and trying to determine if you would cooperate willingly or if he would have to make you cooperate unwillingly. His words were slow, almost dragging his words when he said,
“Unfortunately, yes.”
‘Unfortunately’, why? Was he trying to tell you you weren't nice company? A little bit rude, to be honest.
“Then–” You cocked your head to the side and returned that look, “What is in it for me?” You asked the obvious question.
“Do you recognize the person in the picture?” He asked instead.
Recognize the person? Minato was hard to forget. Ruthless, sour, and dangerously quick-witted. Minato was a man that you wouldn’t like as your enemy, nor your friend, knowed to pull up tricks with everybody. You had reluctantly accepted his presence in the team back then, because like him or not, he was smart. But truth be told, he wasn’t someone you missed on a day to day basis.
“I do.” You offered as a free sample. You needed to play your cards right. Every bit of information they’d get out of you would have to come with a price.
You didn’t struggle with things like camaraderie or long forged trust for having worked together. You knew if it were Minato the one sitting in this chair, he would sell you in a heartbeat. Most of the band would, after all the whole thing had torn apart because of situations similar to this one.
“Where can we find him?”
“Answer my question first.”
“If you give us information about the subject,” the man said with a dead voice, “we can give you the chance to review your sentence.”
“By how much?”
“That’s for the judge to decide.”
“I walk out of here by the end of the mission.” You intended for it to be a statement more than a question. You looked at the man, dark bags under blood shotted eyes. His demeanor a walking mess, his clothes wrinkled. He looked tired as hell. Whatever the case that had him like this was clearly important and you needed to use that in your favor.
“As I said—”
“I won’t say a word until—”
“You might think,” he interrupted you, “that you have an upper hand because I had to come all the way here, but it had to be that way precisely because you’re trapped in here without a way out for the next couple of years.” The man bent closer just slightly while maintaining eye contact and added, “If you don’t give me this information there are other ways for me to find it, while this might be your only opportunity for something like this.”
You bit the inside of your cheek, rage creeping up your throat and a wakening desire to tell that man to go to hell with that deal of his. You licked your lips with the tip of your tongue and tried again.
“I just want to make sure you’re not gonna screw me over with false promises.”
“The deal can be arranged with your lawyer.”
“And what do you plan to do with the guy you are looking for?”
“Do you even care?”
“I’m just asking because I might also be of use for that too. Useful for something bigger, even.”
“How so?” Despite the question, he didn’t look interested in the slightest.
“You need that guy for information, but you have no way to know if he’s going to collaborate with you then. I can be the one pulling the information out of him.”
The man stared, and you came to feel the weight of his dead eyes over you. It was hard to tell what he was thinking by his lack of expressions. You stopped for a moment and considered your words.
“Imagine this,” you said, “I escape this place and come back to the city and I look for refuge with an old colleague...”
“Who is going to believe you escaped the most secure prison in the entire country?” He stopped you.
“All that I need is a small mistake from the guards that I can make into an exit. I am smart, as part of the gang I was the one in charge of the ‘slipping out’. If we do it right he won’t question it.” The statement wasn’t wrong, and it wasn’t like you had already started to think and plot something of an escape. It had just been a tiny bit hard for you to find that small slip that could take you out of here, but he didn’t need to know that.
“You want to stage an escape.”
“Or let me out through the door and make up some rumors.” You tried to move forward to mimic the man at the other side but the straps of the chair kept you in place. You fidget with the clothes of one of the sleeves from the inside and wondered if you’d be able to pick a hole in it if you played with it enough with your nails. Now that a golden ticket out of here sat at the other side of the screen waiting for you, you couldn’t stop thinking of how much of a relief it would be to get out of here and not having to use this dam constraint anymore.
Maybe the man was right, maybe there would be other ways to get that guy’s location and habits, damn, there were two other members of the band that were imprisoned and wouldn’t hesitate to sell the information they had. But no one knew Minato as you knew –no one that was still alive. So maybe you weren’t the only option, but you were without a doubt the best option.
“Have you already asked the others?” You inquired. ‘The others’ were the other two newbies that had fallen into the hands of the police at the same time you did during that night at the underground pub.
The expression on the man’s face flinched slightly, a sign of discontent.
“I assumed they jumped at the opportunity, but nothing they had was of value.” You ventured to guess.
“All information we can collect now is valuable.” He bit back.
“But not as valuable as the details I can provide.”
Silence.
“I’m offering to be your pawn, how is that not tempting to you?”
“How is it not tempting to trust a person with a criminal record two times the size of the average prisoner?”
“You said the key word,” you lifted your nose at the man, “trust. I am the one who has more to lose here, as you already pointed out. If I don’t do you this favor, I’m going to rot in this hole. C’mon, I’m not a dangerous citizen, life forced me into some odd habits, that’s all.”
Yet another long silence. The man seemed to be studying you, running his eyes over you from head to toe, probably trying to shake some information out of you somewhere. You attempted a poker face.
The man suddenly stood up from the chair, file in hand.
“I will consider your offer,” he said, and you felt a rush of adrenaline filling your system. He moved to the door behind him and you couldn’t help but bend closer, as if you could stop him from leaving the room until he told you his final answer.
“Wait—” You tried to speak.“Until then,” he interrupted you, “have a good day.” He said before slipping out of the room and leaving you with the words in your mouth. The door at the other side closed with a deep tud and you were left with the itchy sensation of the jacket over your skin.
Alternative universe jjk!professional baseball players. Megumi's world does a three-sixty after a promising rocky gets bought to play in his elite team. The guy (Yuuji) is a monster on the field and it seemed to be the last piece they needed to win the league --along Megumi's heart-- this season.
