#on twitter and just never posted it here lol
GN!Reader x All Smite | One shot | No rating | Warning: power dynamics, intimidation, brief mention of death.
You’re a lowly thief. A decent safecracker, recruited into the infamous number one villain All Might’s ranks for a heist. You keep to yourself for the most part..until late one night you walk into a room in the dingy warehouse that was used as his base of operation. The man himself is hunched over and grumbling, a single yellow light hanging over his head swayed lazily, amplifying his blond tufts of hair that shot upward. What in the hell was he doing?
Nearing, All Might throws something across the room with a snarl, a small container that hits the wall with a piercing sound, glass shattering and black ink staining the wall. The smell is immediate- nail polish. You have to stifle the laugh that leaves you after the initial shock dissipates, bright burning blue eyes turning to you, his thick blond brows furrowing in his anger at the sudden intruder. “You.” he bellows, jabbing a large finger down at the ground besides him, “Come here.”
Who are you to deny the Scourge of Japan, the Great Villain, All Might? You realize you aren’t breathing, stepping towards the giant of a man – there was no way to refuse even if you had wanted to. This is it, you’re dead. You had laughed at the man and now he was going to end your miserable little life.
"Sit.“
He barks out, kicking the stool next to him with his heavy boot. You finally take that breath you’d been holding. He orders you to paint his nails. You would’ve laughed if it wasn’thim. No, you had learned your lesson.
Your hands are trembling with the brush, a twisted smile on the villains face seeing how he affected you so. Sweet little safecracker…His cerulean eyes roam over the way your lips parted, brows raised in concentration as the slightest bit of sweat began to bead on your brow. You took care, painting each with an endless black, not daring to mark his skin with the polish.
Those calloused and scarred hands, monstrous in size, had leveled near cities to ruin. They could end you in a fraction of a second. The man was terrifying. It felt like hours, feeling his harsh gaze on you ,doing your best at the task at hand. There is a hum in the back of the giants throat, a grim satisfaction at your trembling hands and anxious demeanor… He was enjoyingthis.
When all ten were finally painted you let out a sigh of relief.
No sooner then your exhale started did his hand grip your chin, oh the fear in your eyes was delicious to him, especially how you let out a loud gasp as his hand tilted your head upwards. Your nose flaring at the acrid smell of wet polish so close. His thumb ran against your bottom lip, his tongue mimicking the action as it ran along his sharp canine. "See you soon, My little Safecracker.” the sound of his voice like rolling thunder, an approaching storm just over the horizon- a warning of what was to come.
No words left your too-dry mouth, terror lined your every feature as he grinned down at you. His hand left your chin, a sinister smile against his lips. All Might had drank his dose of fear and had had his fill…for now. He stood, chuckling as heavy boots beat against the concrete with muffled thuds. Casting one last glance as you trembled with nails digging into the wood of the table, too petrified of what transpired to look back.
He was obsessed with it– this power over you. You were his little rabbit hopelessly ensnared in his trap. You just didn’t know it yet.
