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thewritetofreespeech · 11 months

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Could I request Kirishima (Yakuza's guide to babysitting) introducing his baker girlfriend to Yaeka and everyone being shocked he even has a girlfriend in the first place?

Kirishima Toru + Secret Baker Girlfriend

It had been a nice day outside, so Kirishima, Yaeka, and Sugihara went to the park. Yaeka’s friends had other plans. So she had to make due with the older men to play with for the afternoon.

“Hey, why don’t we get some bread for home?” Kirishima asked as they were heading back to the estate after they were all worn out from playing. Yaeka nodded maturely, while Sugihara yelped enthusiastically like a child.

They walk into the bakery and were greeted by a soft chime over the door & warm response from a woman behind the counter. “Hello! Welcome in! Oh, Kirishima-kun. I didn’t expect to see you today.”

“Kirishima-kun?” Sugihara asked suspiciously. To which Kirishima glared at him a little.

“You must be Sugihara. It’s nice to finally meet you!”

“How do you know about me?” His suspicions getting higher.

“Oh, I’m Kirishima’s girlfriend.”

“GIRLFRIEND?!” Sugihara exclaimed animatedly. His face completely shocked. “You have a girlfriend Kirishima?! How long have you had a girlfriend?!”

“I don’t know,” he replied with a shrug, “two years?”

“Two years?!”

Sugihara continued in his spiral of shock and questions, while [Y/N] walked around from behind the counter and knelt down in from of Yaeka. “You must be Yaeka. It’s nice to meet you.”

Yaeka took her hand when offered and shook it. “Nice to meet you.”

“Kirishima talks about you all the time when he comes by. He says you’re a very smart, kind, good natured young lady.” Yaeka’s face turned bright red at the compliment. “He also told me you like cats.” She perked up at the mention of cats.

[Y/N] went back around the counter and pulled out a cat shaped black & white cookie and gave it to Yaeka. “Here you go. They’re usually really popular, so I hope you like them. On the house.”

“We have money you know.” Kirishima butt in. Further ignoring Sugihara and his annoying interrogation.

“I never said you didn’t, and I assume you’re going to buy something else.” [Y/N] gave him a light tap in the shoulder; to which Sugihara went completely gobsmacked over. “The usual?”

Kirishima nodded and [Y/N] when about picking out his order. “Kirishima?” He looked down at Yaeka, who looked up at him with questioning eyes. “Why didn’t you ever mention you had a girlfriend?”

“I guess I didn’t think it was anyone’s business.” He said with a shrug.

He loved his yakuza family, but he was also a very private person. It was also hard to bring in outsiders to the family. It worked out for Sakuragi-san and his wife, but those instances were rare. Separate was best for now. Not that he was ashamed of their side of the conversation.

“Here you go! Two loaves of bread, one white and one rye, a dozen assorted muffins, and one brownie.”

“Wait, this is where the Friday muffins come from?” Sugihara asked. Finally calming down and putting the pieces together.

“Yeah. You didn’t think I was making them, did you?” Kirishima asked as he took the bag and handed it to him.

“Well…no….” Sugihara was so confused he didn’t know what to think. “They’re really good by the way.”

“Thanks!” [Y/N] replied with a smile and Sugihara blushed. Up until the point that Kirishima stepped on his foot.

“Tell Sakuragi-san that we’ll mango castella cake back in next week if he’s interested. I can set aside a batch from him if you text me.”

“Papa likes mango cake?” Yaeka asked. Eyes bright with a new realization about her father.

[Y/N] chuckled and told Yaeka, “only mine,” with a wink.

They say goodbye and the trio head back home. “I like your girlfriend Kirishima-san.”

“Yeah. I like her too.”

“I still can’t believe you got a girlfriend before me.” Sugihara muttered, before he howled out loud when Kirishima stepped on his foot again.

#;ask and ye shall receive (request answers)#kirishima tooru #toru kirishima scenario #toru kirishima x reader #toru kirishima #kirishima #sakuragi yaeka #yaeka sakuragi #sugihara kei #the yakuza's guide to babysitting scenario #the yakuza's guide to babysitting x reader #kumicho musume to sewagakari scenario #kumicho musume to sewagakari x reader #kumichou musume to sewagakari

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trueshellz · 2 years

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Marriage Contract

Summary: You've been forced into a marriage with the Demon of Sakuragi to pay off you father's debt...

Warnings: blasphemy, vaginal penetration, anal fingering, possessive behaviour, abuse (by father), forced marriage, smoking, drinking, spanking, biting, nipple play, female reader.

Standing in front of all these people, head bowed as you clenched your jaw and ignored what was happening around you feeling completely helpless. Your marriage to ‘The Demon of Sakuragi’ was supposed to be an ‘honour and joy to form an alliance between the families’. When in fact it was a way for your father to pay off his debts to the Sakuragi head, using you as collateral had simply cemented how little he cared for you and after years of abuse and tirade after your mother’s passing you completely understood your position in his life.

A pawn.

A chess piece to be used and bargained for.

A cattle to be sold to the highest bidder.

Nothing.

To your own father, you were nothing.

A sharp pinch in your side as you felt your father’s walking stick pulling you out of your self pity, looking up to see expectant faces waiting for your reply as you held back the cry of pain. He loved seeing the twisted expression on your face as he revisited the same wounds he inflicted on you before, his gaze was sharp as he looked at you. Taking a deep breath and forcing a smile on your face you turned to the minister who was officiating your marriage and nodded.

“Yes, I agree.”

Glancing across at him the first time you took in your new husband, as he spoke to his… friends? White shirt with his sleeves rolled up, his chain tattoo adorning both wrists and through the back of his shirt you could see the dark lines of more ink covering his skin. Sharp eyes watching you as you accepted hugs and words of congratulations, each sentence making the fake smile on your face wane until you were sure you were wearing your emotions on your face completely. You could see him walking to the family head, mouth moving but his gaze was fixated on you completely, moving around the crowd so he could see you clearly when you sat down to eat. You let out a small wince when you sat, the bruises from your father still sore and uncomfortable no matter how much salve you put on them and you were sure the semi-healed cut inside your cheek was going to open soon from all the smiling you were having to do.

The drive home was just as awkward, one of the lieutenants drove you to your new marital home, Kirishima was sat on the other side of the back sea staring out the window just like you were, every so often front the corner of your eye you saw him turn and look you up and down. The only sounds you could pick up were the thump of your heart and the rumble of the car, every so often the two of them would engage in small talk but you were too busy panicking about your first night alone with him to even figure out what they were saying. As the car stopped, you startled a little when he reached over and undoing your belt, you could smell the cigarettes he had been smoking earlier, the alcohol he had consumed at your wedding and an underlying scent you couldn't place. You nodded silently when he ordered you to stay in the car, long strides as he went around the car to open the door for you. His hand was gentle but firm as he helped you out of the car, no words as he guided you into the house and towards what you assumed was your shared bedroom.

“Bathroom’s through there, sleep where you want. I’ll be back later.”

The next few days were more of the same, you barely saw Kirishima even though you shared a bed. He would wake up before you and prepare his own breakfast, the kitchen would be tidy when you woke up and you would spend the day around the house until Kanami would come to see you and the two of you would go out for lunch with one of the guards. A few times you saw Kirishima as he went around town, he paid you little notice and to be honest, you felt more like a nuisance than his wife. From the little information you picked up from your family, he was known for being ruthless and harsh with everyone, picking fights with other families and, from what your dad had said, he was the one who dealt with your family’s debt.

In the afternoons, you would cook dinner and wait for him to come home, the meal would be silent and he would thank you before placing his hand on your head and leaving again. It was pretty much the only touch and interaction that you got from him, even if it was a bit stiff and stilted you were relieved that he hadn’t hurt you. Well, not yet anyway. There were stories about the way women were treated in this world, you had heard enough stories about mistreatment from fathers and husbands. Kirishima would return late, you would usually be asleep but once or twice he woke up when he climbed into bed. You felt the bed dip, the warmth from his body but he never once touched you. Keeping a good distance between you both in the king size bed, the one time you had turned and seen the dark ink trailing up his back, the designs made him look like an actual demon with the dark wings and scale-like designs covering his skin.

This evening you had just got out of the shower, dressed in a long t-shirt and some cotton shorts, you stood in front of the mirror and began drying your hair. The rumble of the hair dryer covering his footsteps, you hadn’t realised your husband was home until you smelt him again, felt his arms against your hips as he bracketed you against the dresser. Eyes slamming shut as you felt his chest against your back, his warm breath against your neck making you whimper. Then his fingers began trailing up and down your leg, stopping just at the hem of your shorts before repeating on the other side, you could feel calluses on his skin and what felt like plasters around a few fingers. The dichotomy of rough versus smooth made goosebumps rise on your skin, your mouth opening on a small gasp but you made sure you kept your eyes slammed shut.

“So… I was told that I was neglecting my little wife.��

His words ended on a small nip at the side of your neck, your fingers curled into the wood of the dresser. You felt his hand hold your chin, turning your face towards him as he spoke again. His chest was solid against your back, the hand not holding your face was not curled around your hip as he pulled you back against him again. The hard length of his cock was pressed against you, your eyes opened in shock and you saw him smirking at you. The ends of his lips curled up, sharp incisors peeking out as he let out a huff of laughter.

“K-kirishima?”

A tsk this time, using his body to push you backwards towards the bed until you landed with a small oomph on your back with him looming over you. His arms caging you in, legs bracketing yours as he held himself over you with a wide smirk. Your own hands had come up to hold him at a distance, placing them against the hard planes of his chest as you tried to push him away, but he simply lowered himself down until your hips were flush against each other. Fingers intertwined with yours as he held your hands above your head, not hard since you could still move around but enough to know that's where he wanted them. You tried to ignore the way your body reacted to him, each time he came around your father’s house you would watch him from the gaps in the stairs. You had seen how he treated your father, took delight in it even, hearing him shouting and beating up the man who was supposed to look after you but instead made your life hell.

“You’re so fuckin’ pretty.”

Tongue coming out to wet your lips, you watched as his eyes tracked the movement and then met yours. His pupils were blown wide, the smirk long gone instead a shocked expression on his face as he watched you readjust your position and then sigh. The way your chest rose, breasts rising and falling made his gaze drop below your chin where the neckline of the t-shirt had dropped a little and the swell of your breasts were visible. His hand in your hair was all the warning you got before his mouth descended on yours, hard and insistent as he growled against your lips. Tongue pushing past them as he angled your head to fit against his perfectly, your fingers had gone from pushing him away to holding him in place and you felt the steady thrum of his heart under your hands. His kiss matched his personality, while the sensation of his lips were soft and plush the way he kissed was rough and you were sure they would be swollen and bruised if he continued.

“Kirishima.”

Pulling away, his thumb rubbing your bottom lip Kirishima removed his glasses and ran his fingers through his hair. The blue locks falling into his eyes again when he leaned down and tilted your head to expose the line of your neck, attaching his lips here as he licked and sucked the sensitive skin there. You opened your mouth to call his name again, but you felt his fingers against the gusset of your underwear and quickly held his wrist in shock. Instead of stopping his ministrations, Kirishima slid his fingers under the fabric while staring at you intently and traced the wetness that was gathered there already releasing a noise of approval when you coated his long digits. Taking your mouth again, his finger slipped inside you slowly, one at first and then two, curling them slowly before pulling them out again.

“Say my name.”

“Ki-”

A sharp tap against your clit had you jerking in surprise, a gasp leaving your mouth when he shook his head.

“Ki-”

A whine this time when he held the nub of your clit between his finger and thumb, leaning down to bite your bottom lip before kissing you hard again. You frowned in confusion when he kept your clit hostage, the undeterred pressure on the most sensitive part of your body was making your legs shake, breath coming out in short pants as he rolled it side to side.

“Tooru?”

The grin was back, a low huff as he pushed two fingers inside you again with no preamble, your back arching against the intrusion when he curled them inside you and held them there. His other hand holding your shoulder in place as he took your mouth, the double assault as his tongue licked into your mouth had you gripping his arms and digging your nails in. His own cock was hard against your leg as you started to unbutton his shirt and pushed the fabric over his shoulders, your eyes widening when the room began to fill with the wet sounds of your body opening up to him as he mumbled against your lips.

“Such a good girl… my pretty li’l wife… fuck.”

The last word was low and long as he pulled away, watching the way your wet pussy swallowed his fingers as he thumbed and rubbed your clit before sitting back and shucking shirt off and pushing his fingers back in. You sat up on your elbows, watching the muscles in his arm dance with each thrust inside you, his gaze holding yours as he tugged your t-shirt up to expose your breasts. Nipples stiff with arousal, he pinched and pulled them until you were keening and grabbing his wrist, another chuckle from him as added another finger and moved so his mouth could reach between your legs. His shoulders holding your legs open, lips covering the sensitive nub as he sucked it hard until your back arched again, mouth open on a silent scream as you came.

A rustle of noise made you realise you had closed your eyes, opening then to watch your husband undress in front of you. You could see the ink in full now, watching the dark lines travelling up his arms and his back, his body lean but had muscle definition including the sharp lines leading down to his thick cock. The same hand that had been inside you, still glistening with your arousal and slick from your orgasm, was now stroking his hard length up and down. His body crowded yours as he climbed over you again and settled himself between your legs, your own hands tugging the t-shirt off so you were completely naked in front of him.

“Lookit you, darlin’.”

His eyes travelled up and down your body, hands caressing the newly exposed skin and thumbing your nipples again until he covered them with his mouth and bit them lightly, soothing the hurt with his tongue. Your fingers in his hair, holding him in place as he sucked on them, the sensation leading straight to you clit and even though you had just come you could feel the familiar tug.

“K-... Tooru… God, please.”

“Nothing religious about me, darlin’. It’s not God here, it's me.”

You hissed when the thick head of his dick pushed at your opening, whining low in your throat when he pressed on your lower stomach so you couldn't move. Your body opened up, widening when he passed the ring of muscle there and pressed into you in one thrust. His hips flush against yours, hands holding you in place as he growled low in his throat.

“It’s not God that's inside you right now.” You gasped when he pulled out, slamming back in with such force the air was knocked from your lungs. “It’s me.”

Lips meeting yours, his hand holding your jaw as he stole your breath and kissed you, his hips moving in small circles and grinding against your clit.

“It’s not God that’s going to cum inside you, is it? Hmm? I’m gonna fill up this little pussy with my cum over and over again.”

A loud gasp this time when he pulled out, the wide tip left inside you as he slammed in again, balls slapping against your ass.

“It’s not God who’s going to look after you, protect you and make sure no-one touches you again.”

This time you hissed, his fingers pressing into the fading bruises that were almost healed but the skin was still tender. Eyes widening at the murderous rage in his tone that contrasted the soft way he looked at you.

“It’s me.”

“Tooru, I-”

Holding both your hips this time as he started fucking in in earnest, his fingers digging into your flesh and making you shriek. Each thrust knocked the air from your lungs and had you turning your head to bite the pillow, eyes scrunched shut as he reached up to cup your breasts again and roll your nipples between his fingers. You reached down to rub your clit, easing the way for him to pound you like he seemed to want to do. You couldn’t control the sounds leaving your mouth, jaw dropping open as he turned your head to make you open your eyes and watch him on top of you, hands now braced on each side of your head giving him more leverage to get even deeper inside you.

“There’s my pretty li’l wife… my good girl. So fuckin’ good f’me.”

The last three words were accompanied with harsh thrusts until he suddenly pulled out and flipped you over, pushing a pillow under your hips and taking the flesh of his hands and gripping it before landing a sharp slap, noise echoing in the room. You turned to see him palming your ass again, holding you open as he dribbled spit on your ass and rubbing it into the virgin hole. Shifting so he sat between your legs, pushing his length into you again and bottoming out with a grunt, leaning over to kiss up your spine.

“You ok, darlin’?”

Your nod was all he needed to continue, hands coming onto the bed caging you in as he started slamming himself inside you again and again. The pillow swallowing your cries of pleasure, muting the pretty sounds he was drawing from you until the constant pressure against your g-spot had you coming around his dick. You heard him curse again behind you, another sharp slap on your ass as he sat back and palmed it again, you could feel the heated skin and hissed when he dug his fingers in.

“The only marks you should be wearing are ones you got from pleasure.”

You opened your mouth to question him, but the feeling of his thumb pressed against your puckered entrance had you moving up the bed. His low shush made you pause, you felt more spit being added as he rubbed small circles until he could push the tip in. The feeling hot and taboo all at once, being filled up from both ends made you want to clench up but his thumb made electricity shoot up your spine. Gasping when he started moving again, holding your shoulder so you had no choice but to take everything he was giving you. You heard him getting louder, the occasional grunt now low moans and curses as he rutted into you, then he somehow fucked you even harded and you could feel him get bigger inside you. One particularly hard thrust pushing making you shriek as he held himself inside you, grinding against the heated skin as his hips stuttered and he emptied himself inside you.

Heavy breathing filled the room, you let out a small noise when he pulled out of you and closed your eyes as you willed your heartbeat to return to normal. You hissed when you felt something wet between your legs, turning to see Kirishima wiping at you with a washcloth, reaching for it, you blushed when he simply glared at you. You felt the bed dip as he lay down, this time pulling you close and wrapping an arm around you so your head was on his chest, his heartbeat thrumming against your ears.

“I won’t let your father touch you again, darlin’. I couldn't protect you before, but I’ll be damned if I let anyone hurt you again.”

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chuuyrr · 2 years

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hello! i have a request for gojo!reader :D what if we were having a spar with someone (but it’s a spar using no powers, just physical strength) and ofc gojo!reader is going to pop off, so imagine if we do that move that maki did in the jjk 0 movie 😭the one where she falls into the splits??! got me screaming and falling down my seat in the theater lmaoo

like that

bungou stray dogs x gojo! reader

masterlist of infinity

╰➤ CW(s): possible spoilers for bungou stray dogs, mentions of violence, reader girlbossing, bsd men falling hard for you, dazai asking to be stepped on, chuuya blushing at you

╰➤ PAIRING(s): dazai osamu x reader, nakahara chuuya x reader (separately with different scenarios)

╰➤ SONG SUGGESTION(s): like that - tobee maguire cover

╰➤ SYNOPSIS: in which they find their darling sparring with someone and pulling off a stunt that leaves them breathless

hii anon! thank you for requesting and for being patient!! honestly, if i wasn't with my dad during the movie, i would be screaming too. i was having a silent gay panic for maki in my seat. she's so badass i literally can't. 😭 ♡

before you read: instead of jujutsu tech, the organization you belong to is called heiwa which means peace and it's kind of like the special division for unsual powers and the military police of yokohama except it's for tokyo. i was supposed to write for fyodor too, but ideas ran out, and mostly because i haven't gotten to the decay of the angels in the bsd manga yet since im reading the yakuza's guide to babysitting & jjk.

dazai osamu !

it wasn't every day that dazai came to tokyo because he's mostly from yokohama, but when fukuzawa told him that he needed someone to pick up important documents from the higher-ups overseeing tokyo, particularly from you, dazai immediately beat ranpo to it, clearly eager to see you in your city.

it was a good thing the armed detective agency had decided to join forces with the higher-ups after the whole descendant of sugawara michizane fiasco. dazai wanted to be with you, not just see you. even though you're paired up with him almost every time by the organizations, the fact that you can't stay in yokohama doesn't help.

dazai is clingy with his belladonna after all.

dazai was in awe as soon as he arrived at your organization's location. heiwa. the structures were constructed in a traditional japanese architectural style. it was well hidden on the outskirts of tokyo, far and high in the mountains, so naturally, there are many trees around the property to further obscure the location. aside from nature, there were several deity statues, shrines, and torii gates in the area. the location was absolutely breathtaking and peaceful, but dazai knows you hated it here because of the elders who were part of the higher-ups.

"you're looking for gojo-sama, right?" one of the organization's staff that was touring dazai, inquired before momentarily glancing at him.

"yes, the armed detective agency has sent me to retrieve some important papers from [name]." dazai nodded with a smile.

"gojo-sama should be in the training grounds. she's often there, either mentoring or sparring with one of heiwa's members." the staff informed him.

dazai followed suit until eventually he came upon the grounds that the staff was referring to, and as soon as he spotted you, your boyfriend couldn't help but smile and just as he was about to intervene, he immediately halted. you were sparring with someone. no weapons or abilities at all as it seemed.

dazai has witnessed your previous fights. in fact, the first time he and everyone saw you, you were beating chuuya's ass, and if it hadn't been for him stepping in, his old twin dark partner would have been completely annihilated by your limitless ability.

today, however, was no exception. you easily countered your opponent's attacks and traded powerful blows. each move you made was sharp and precise, yet graceful in some ways, but the scene that followed left dazai's mouth agape.

you effortlessly did a split instead of simply landing on your feet just as your opponent found an opening to dive an attack in, assuming a landing after you had just performed a flip. taking your opponent and the audience by surprise, you thrust your leg over his bent leg, yanking him down quickly by tugging on his shirt and harshly flicking his forehead.

"congrats, you're dead. i win again." you remarked with a smirk.

"was that flick really necessary, gojo-sama?" your opponent yelped.

you were about to get back on your feet to stretch when you were interrupted by clapping. you turned your head in the direction of the clapping to see dazai staring at you with a lovestruck gaze; his eyes practically sparkled as he sauntered towards you, leaving behind the kind staff who had brought you to him to pull you up himself.

"dazai?" you blinked before grinning, "heya, what'cha doing here?"

"i came to see my belladonna." with a wink, dazai exclaimed, opening his arms for an embrace, which you accepted and easily melted into.

"don't forget about the documents. i know the president needs them, and you're here at heiwa for that," you said as you drew away, pinching his nose and scrunching dazai's face.

"yeah, yeah, but i really came here for you." dazai drew you closer to his embrace, muffling his face into the crook of your neck, causing you to hum happily and pat his back, "god you were amazing, darling."

dazai proceeded to plant soft open mouth kisses in your neck, oblivious to the staff and your sparring opponent's surprised looks and gasps of "is this your boyfriend, gojo-sama?!" which you simply grinned at.

"that was so hot of you just now, my pretty, pretty belladonna. seeing you fight is always a sight for me, you know," dazai said, pressing his lips against your ear and wrapping his arms around your waist, his breath tickling your skin.

"do you mind stepping on m—you immediately flicked his forehead in the same way you had done to your sparring partner, causing him to release you and let out a small whine as you softly chuckled and stuck out your tongue which dazai pouted at.

nakahara chuuya !

chuuya, your boyfriend, enjoys fighting, relishing the opportunity to demonstrate his combat prowess and taking great pride in his status as the mafia's strongest martial artist. however, that title is now shared with you since you two got together and you became affiliated with the mafia despite being under the control of tokyo's higher-ups. chuuya was well aware of your skill in hand-to-hand combat, having almost been beaten by you when you first met him in that café to reclaim the documents you stole from the port mafia.

but don't bring it up with your boyfriend; he's still upset about it, remembering how you sat on him like nothing. you were hot, though, especially when you leaned in and whispered into his ear about how you were going to show off—yeah that's quite enough, chuuya. we understand that you are a simp.

chuuya admires and is very proud of you. he even brags about you whenever he has the opportunity. however, you being an expert combatant sort of upsets chuuya, because he wants to protect you with his strength as well, but he really admires your natural strength and independence. chuuya, in fact, enjoys watching you train, which is why he's overseeing your sparring with a member of the port mafia.

you weren't using your limitless ability; no infinity or weapons, and your six eyes were completely covered by a black blindfold you received as a gift from chuuya, implying that this spar was purely raw strength. you were landing several precise punches, kicks, and open-hand attacks. your combative style was aggressive and domineering, but it was elegant and a sight to behold in chuuya's eyes. in fact, he had never met anyone who fought like you.

you left chuuya and his subordinates, who happened to be your audience, breathless as he leaned against the room's wall and arms coolly folded across his arms as his men watched. you had just flipped to avoid your opponent's punch. while they all predicted you'd be hit because you were giving your opponent the opportunity to hit you once you landed, they were all wrong.

instead of landing on your feet, you extended your legs further, allowing you to perform a split on the floor and cleanly avoid being hit by your opponent. you easily overpowered him afterwards, yanking him down and punching him in the face with a triumphant smile glistening on your lips. chuuya's subordinates cheered for you and gawked at you.

your confidence and everything about you was so goddamn attractive. chuuya came sauntering towards you after you got up and helped your opponent up, handing him a handkerchief because his nose was bleeding. you turned to face your boyfriend, who was looking at you with a lovestruck expression.

"amazing as always, baby." chuuya's gloved hand intertwined with yours as he proudly kissed your knuckles, "you popped off yet again."

"of course, i'm the strongest there is after all." you winked at him as you drew your hand away and placed both hands on your hips.

"so, mind sparring with me this time?" chuuya softly chuckled before loosening his bolo tie and dress shirt by unbuttoned the first two buttons.

"are you asking to be pummeled, hun? or do you just want to see me pull that off to you this time, hmm?" you teased as you tipped your head to the side attractively.

chuuya's face flushed hot at your unexpected flirtatious remark. the gravity manipulator cleared his throat and drew his hat down to cover the growing dust of pink across his cheekbones, clearly not wanting his subordinates to see him in this state. chuuya's small reaction made you laugh.

you were always able to turn the tables on your boyfriend, and he was well aware of this. your personality was endearing yet so similar to his old twin dark partner, who was always the tease, but he preferred it when it was you. only you can make him feel these things.

"goddamnit, [name]." chuuya scoffed, folding his arms across his chest, "so, will you spar with me or not?"

"how can i deny my boyfriend?" you exclaimed as you squatted and began to stretch, causing chuuya to grin.

chuuya knows that when you start stretching before a fight, he knows you're serious and won't hold back, and he appreciates that. chuuya enjoys a good fight and can't wait to dance with you, knowing his subordinates are watching. he actually wants to see you pop off like that again, but this time with him upclose.

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rayshippouuchiha · 2 years

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Watching the yakuza's guide to babysitting because I was told it matched my interests.... They were correct. An unhinged violent man (the whole group really) and a small adorable child they strive to protect and keep from witnessing the violence through various goofy scenarios.

absolutely yes, please, and thank you

#RayRambles #Anime Rec

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formulaorange · 2 years

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2022 Summer Anime Reviews

Man this season has felt like an eternity. Even though there were a couple solid series nothing has really stuck. Maybe since 90% of them are sequels (which have become the bane of my existence).

Made in Abyss - Season 2 - 12 Episodes This has been a long awaited sequel. I only recently watched the first season a few weeks before this aired so I don't have the long term hype of some fans but I found I was still kind of disappointed. The story was cool and the art of course was amazing but I just found that the adventure aspect from the first season was missing this time round. Likely since the whole story was around the village and didn't progress deeper into the abyss. It made it feel like this was more of a detour than part of the original story and I wasn't really a fan. I also felt that they really tried to hard with the gore in the second half and a lot of it felt unnecessary. This season just wasn't it for me, but then again, I never felt like I would drop it either. 7.5/10 - Good+

Call of the Night - 13 Episodes This series had a lot of hype from the manga readers. And I just don't get it. The animations were pretty and there were some solid vibes but in the end I felt that the plot wasn't enough for me and I wasn't really attached to any of the characters. Maybe the manga has a different appeal but the anime wasn't for me. 6.5/10 - Fine+

Lycoris Recoil - 13 Episodes It feels like a special treat when we actually get a new concept for a show. I really loved Chisato's personality and the action was always interesting. While I don't feel that this show stood out a whole lot, I still genuinely enjoyed watching it especially as the stakes started rising in the latter half. Also - If you're curious about the animation studio that'll be in charge of Solo Leveling, this is a good show to reference the quality of their recent works. (A-1 Pictures) 8/10 - Great

Links for the top series of the season: Summer Time Render Aoashi

The Yakuza's Guide to Babysitting - 12 Episodes This show was honestly so wholesome. I love the character designs with all my heart and I wish we had more content for this series. 8/10 - Great

Isekai Pharmacy - 12 Episodes I actually didn't start this series until all the episodes were out but I was honestly surprised. It's actually a really decent isekai. The focus is much more about medicine and patient care than the isekai factor. I enjoyed the scenarios that happened in each episode and the series ended up being a super easy going watch. 7.5/10 - Good+ Vermeil In Gold - 12 Episodes This series wasn't half bad. I liked the general idea and the characters. I just really don't understand why they couldn't make Alto, idk, not a child??? It really wouldn't be that hard... Just very uncomfy with his age.. 6/10 - Fine Shadows House - Season 2 - 12 Epsiodes It's been a while since we had a decent "horror" or dark series and I think its a really nice change of pace from other series airing this season. Not sure what it is about second seasons though, it doesn't have the same appeal and it doesn't feel like there's a significant amount of progression this season. Still a decent show and concept but nothing that stood out too much. Also ended on a really weird note. 6/10 - Fine

Orient - Cour 2 - Final 12 of 24 Episodes The first half of this series wasn't great. Really didn't stand out at all, but I did feel that this half has been more interesting. That being said, I still put off watching it and wasn't really invested. (That being said, I really enjoyed the last episode.) 6.5/10 - Fine+ Danmachi S4 (Is it Wrong to Try To Pick up Girls in a Dungeon) - 11 Episodes This is somewhat of a guilty pleasure show for me. I know it's really not all that great but I can't help but feel invested in the characters, even now that's it's completely moved away from the whole greek god familes concept. In the end though, this was yet another sequel season that felt that it didn't really progress the story very much. They're still on the same floor and it ended with a massive cliffhanger but I felt that I'd be ok leaving the show where it is and not watching another season if it continues. 6/10 - Fine

Couple of Cuckoos - 24 Episodes I can't believe I even watched as much as I did for this show. I had such high hopes for the first episodes, literally until the last 3 minutes where it became a sis-con harem and my faith in romance series was shattered again. That kinda stuff just isn't my vibe and I'm getting real sick of it. That's 2 for this season alone. I watched 17/24 episodes. It's just not that great. Unfortunately everything else this season was also mid so I kept watching this but with the new Winter anime season coming, I'm giving up on this so I don't burn out. 5/10 - Average Uncle from Another World I had a hard time with this show. I liked the initial idea of using isekai powers in the real world but it started turning to just looking at how the Uncle constantly fucked up and struggled in the isekai world. It ended up being pretty cringe and the story didn't really evolve past the initial appeal - I made it 7 episodes in and it doesn't look like it's ending until the winter season so I'm dropping it. 4/10 - Bad Black Summoner - 12 Episodes I dropped this after episode 2 when the cgi came into play. I'm just not a fan. Continued it after all the other shows ended. Story was mid, animations were standard isekai. Never got attached to any of the characters but for some reason the battle music went hard. 4/10 - Bad

This season had a lot of brutal shows on it too that I didn't end up completing. Here's the list and a quick reason: My Isekai Life - Nothing special, just another standard isekai My Stepmom's Daughter is my Ex - Just not into that kinda thing When Will Ayumu Make his move - Watched 4 episodes and got bored. The Maid I hired Recently is Mysterious - Real yikes... that's it Classroom of the Elite S2 - I wasn't a huge fan of the first season and didn't make it past 1 episode of the second. Devil as a Part-Timer S2 - I enjoyed the first season but found the animation quality and the overall story really deteriorated in the second. Made it 4 episodes in. Link to the Fall 2022 Watch List

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SCENARIO REQUEST: ❝assault and recovery.❞

[ Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia ] [ Characters: Shinsou Hitoshi ]

「As Aizawa leaves Eri in your care. You decide to bring her to town to get some shopping done. While you were doing that, a few yakuzas suddenly ambushed you, leaving you with no choice but to fight.」

SHINSOU HITOSHI

“So, I need a new pen and new notebook for English.....Also groceries.....” you mumbled, listing off the things that you needed. You felt a tug on your skirt and turned to the side, smiling down at the girl who was tagging along with you.

“How about you, Eri-chan? Do you want something?” you asked kindly.

Today, you were babysitting Eri for Aizawa. He seemed to have made arrangements to train together with Shinsou and didn’t want to leave the poor girl alone so he decided to let you take care of her. You did mention about needing to go run a few errands and do a little shopping and Eri seemed eager to come with you. Ever since that incident, you had bonded with the girl and she had grown attached to you.

She was a sweet girl and you couldn't help but pity her for being caught up in something so dangerous. Shaking your head free from your plaguing thoughts, you focused your attention back on Eri. The girl pointed at the ice cream being sold across the street.

"Can we have some ice cream?" she asked, gazing at you with hopeful eyes. With a smile, you nodded and pulled her along with you.

The two of you stood in line, waiting patiently for your turn. The white haired girl was beaming, looking past the people in front of you to catch a glance of the flavors available inside the freezer. As the seasons change, the air got a little warmer but seasons don't affect your mood to eat ice cream. No matter what the season, you would always eat ice cream. After ordering your desired ice creams you paid for yours and Eri's. Whilst walking down the busy streets, you held onto Eri's hand and guided her to an underground mall.

While the two of you were walking around, a sudden explosion broke out a few feet away from you, causing you to shield your eyes and cover Eri. You hadn’t expected something to happen but with villains here and there, it was something that you should expect. You easily recognized the clothing they were wearing as the yakuza who are a part of Shie Hssakai.

They didn’t give a warning and instantly launched themselves at you after recognizing your UA uniform. You grabbed Eri and spun her around, lifting your leg to kick the person who had attacked you. You failed to land a hit but successfully teleported away from the scene after noticing one of them creeping up behind you.

“Heh, you’re pretty nimble. A teleporter, huh? Interesting.” they cracked their knuckles and warmed up a little. There were still people in the area and you noticed that they were too afraid to move. Before you knew it, you had used your quirk to teleport. With your skills, it was easy to avoid obstacles and save the civilians. You grabbed Eri and activated your quirk.

"Stay here, Eri-chan. You'll be safe from them. Here's my phone, call Aizawa-sensei and tell him that there's a villain attack in X Underground Mall." you told the girl, unlocking your phone and handed it off to her. She watched as you slowly make your way to the edge of the building.

"[First Name]-neesan, where are you going? You're going to be alright, right?" the girl asked you, concern and fear written all over her face as you looked back. Eri ran over towards you, wrapping her petite arms around your waist. You couldn't confidently assure her that you will come back unharmed but you didn't want her to worry.

"It's okay. I'm going to evacuate everybody and then the Pro Heroes will defeat the bad guys!" You used your quirk to teleport back into the underground mall.

The moment your feet made contact with the ground, you looked around to see the citizens scurrying away from where the villains stood, screaming loudly. You, however, stood your crowd and bravely brushed past the people who told you to step back and wait for the pros. You could see a few individuals looking reluctant to leave the area. This made you believe that the villains had someone as a hostage.

"Heh, I knew you would come back. Because you UA kids like playing heroes so much. Let’s see how you will protect while fighting.”

You had to save the hostages and hold out long enough until the Pros come to the scene.

It was a blur, your entire body was aching for rest after using your quirk to run away and grab hostages. You had done everything you could and got the hostages out of harm’s way. When the Pros came, the yakuzas were starting to retreat and you were given a chance to rest. You had passed out after overusing your quirk too much. A few scratches and bruises were visible on your skin but there was nothing major.

When you finally woke up from your brief slumber, you were sitting on a hospital bed, your body still feeling incredibly sore after everything that had happened. The door to the room you were in suddenly slid open and there stood Shinsou Hitoshi with a worried look on his face. He was visibly sweating and it appeared that has just arrived as he was still dressed in his training clothes.

"Hey." you gave the purple haired male a small wave.

"Good to see you, Hitoshi―Ow!" before you could finish your sentence, he had delivered a swift smack on your head which surprised you more than it hurt you. Gazing at the male with a pout on your lips, you saw him sigh and sit on the side of your bed.

"You made Aizawa-sensei and Eri worry. And most importantly you worried me." Shinsou muttered, his fingers dancing across your bandaged arm.

"But I couldn't just leave them alone. Especially when I can do something about it.” you mumbled, clutching onto the blankets bunched up on your lap. Shinsou let out a sigh, you were always stubborn to begin with and you could never leave someone alone when they’re having trouble or suffering. It was a trait he admired but because of that, you were selfless.

“You’re always jumping into situations where you could clearly die. You could’ve just leave it to the pros.” the male said a little louder.

“There were hostages! I couldn’t just leave them behind! While waiting for the pros, who knows who could die!” you shouted, looking a little angry.

“I can’t let you do this to yourself. You could’ve died [First Name]. I didn’t know what I would do if you died! I love you too much! I don’t want you to die.” he blurted out. He didn’t mean to say that, it just came out. But he wasn’t lying about his feelings and all he wanted was for you to understand his feelings for you. This shocks you and your eyes move away, eyeing at your hands.

“I-I.....” you didn’t know how to respond, cheer flushed bright red.

“You don’t have to say anything. I just....it just slipped, I’m gonna go now―”

“Wait, Hitoshi! I also love you!” you grabbed his hand and blurted out before he could leave. After realizing what you had just said, you let out a squeak and let go of his hands.

“A-Ah! I didn’t mean to do that, I’m so sorry!” you apologized, looking away. Shinsou felt his heart swell and he instinctively wrapped his arms around you, hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

“I’m glad you feel the same.”

Total: 1265 words Published: 01.05.2019

Thank you for requesting! (ㅅ•᎑•) First thought Shie Hassaikai was some sort of fancy Japanese menu set.... And guess what anon! We made it both platonic and romantic!― author Lou

Thank you for requesting! We sort of spent time thinking about making this a platonic or romantic relationship and ended up with this. Hope you liked it anon!! ― author Natsuki

We posted a birthday special for Bakugou! If you’re interested, have a look here! Reminder that ask box is closed for a while until we finish all the requests!

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thewritetofreespeech · 5 months

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Could I request Toru Kirishima's s/o seeing his tattoos for the first time and getting inspiration for her art from it?

“Take your shirt off.”

Toru stopped dead in the middle of what he was doing for a second, then returned to it with a cheeky grin. “[Y/N]-chan, not here in the middle of work…”

“It’s not for that.” They replied with a stern look. Which in turn deflated Toru’s expression because this wasn’t going to be as fun as he wanted. “I want to see your tattoos.”

His expression perked up again, this time in surprise, at their request. No one, or at least no sane person, asked to see a yakuza’s tattoos. “Why do you want to see them?”

“I’m working on a series based on Sakuragi family tattoos. You’re the only one besides Ryota who has a decent one.” They explain as they opened up their sketch pad to get ready.

But Toru felt uncomfortable.

“I don’t think the boss would go for that. He doesn’t like our tattoos on display.” The boss’s rules were simple: you had to get them, and they had to be able to be covered. Toru had already been pushing the line with his arm & wrist tattoos. Discretion was the better part of valor for the boss and he needed soldiers who could blend in when he needed them to.

“I already cleared it with him. He said it was fine.” Shit. “He said as long as I don’t copy the actual tattoos, and use them just for inspiration, and don’t use anyone’s names, I could do it. Now take your shirt off.”

He felt backed into a rock & a hard place, but if the boss said ok Toru didn’t really have a means to refuse them. So he took his shirt off.

Standing there, with his back towards them for a while in silence, Toru finally spoke up, “you’re not doing the whole piece now are you? I’ll have to pick up the little lady from school soon.”

“I’m just working on a rough sketch. And it’s only been 5 minutes.” Toru sighed. “Did they hurt?” They then asked him. Seemingly out of the blue. “When you got them?”

“As much as when my ribs got broken by that baseball bat? No.” He told them. “But…yes, they hurt.”

“Why do it then?”

Toru had to think about it for a minute, over the sound of their pencil scrapping. Sure, the boss and families usually require it when you joined. But it wasn’t just that. “I wanted to belong.”

There were a few more moments of pencil scratching before [Y/N] announced, “I’m done. You can put your shirt back on now.”

“Why do I suddenly feel so dirty?”

[Y/N] chuckled as they came over to him and gave him a peck on the cheek while he buttoned his shirt. “Your support of the arts is appreciated. I’ll see you later.”

“I don’t even get to see it?” He asked incredulously.

“You can see it when it’s done.” They told him. “Just like everyone else.”

“I thought being the boyfriend of the artist got you perks.”

“It does.” They told him. “Your canvas gets to be bigger.” They kissed him again and then were off.

Toru didn’t see them for a while after that, but that was pretty normal. When they were working on their art they would disappear for days on end working on whatever project they had envisioned. Finally, one day, he got a call that the piece were ready and that they were going to do a small show at a local gallery and invited everyone to attend.

Everyone, of course, couldn’t come (that would be a little excessive for the small space) but Toru, Sugihara, and the boss all came to see what [Y/N] had been up to. They were right. His canvas was bigger.

“What do you think?” They asked. Slinking up beside him, like they were any other patron and not the artist.

“I don’t get it.” He answered honestly. “But then again I’m not an art buff.”

[Y/N] snickered at him. “You really don’t have any opinion?”

Toru stared at the painting some more. A large, black dragon. Imposing, intimidating, wailing with its jaws open at the sky in terror perched on a mountain. But then, at its tail, it looked at this it had been ensnared with sakura branches. Delicate, yet strong. The pink flowers a stark contrast to the bleak sky. The parts of its tail it had bound to slowly turning it white. “I like the flowers at the bottom.”

[Y/N] laughed again. “Always the direct one, eh?”

“How much is it?”

“I’m selling it to people who can actually pay me.”

“I can pay you.” Toru snarked back.

“I wouldn’t take your money.”

Toru huffed. “So my skin is good enough for you, but not my money?” Some of the more upper crust patrons gave them funny looks at their conversation.

“Do you really want the painting Toru?”

“Yes.”

“Then I’ll give you the original one.” They told him. “This is a duplicate. I always planned on giving the original to you, if you wanted it. I just didn’t think you’d be so up in arms about it.”

“I’m not ‘up in arms’.” He argued. “I just like the painting.”

“Then you should have it.” They agreed. Giving him a smile and squeezing his hand. “I have to go talk to some other people with money now. Don’t run off without saying goodbye.” Toru nodded and went back to staring at art and sipping his drink.

What was that old saying? He may not know art, but he knew what he liked?

“Do you think [Y/N] would be mad if I took this off the wall now?” He asked Sugihara when they were alone. To which Sugihara told him emphatically yes, but he still considered it.

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thewritetofreespeech · 2 months

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Could I request Kirishima (Yakuza's Guide to Babysitting) getting a massage from his s/o that's so relaxing that he ends up falling asleep?

He hadn’t realized he had fallen asleep until he woke up. His head in their lap, the sun setting around them, his legs asleep as well.

Kirishima sat up and rubbed his eyes. Realizing that his glasses were missing too. “How long was I out for?”

“A bit,” [Y/N] told him. Handing him his glasses as if they could read his mind that he was looking for them.

Kirishima took them and put them back on. When they offered to rub his head, he didn’t think he’d fall asleep. He was a grown man. A yakuza even. Who falls asleep just from head pats? “Where’s Yakea? She’s not waiting for me, is she?”

“No. She went over to Sara’s to play. She should be back soon.”

Since it was just next door, and the family was close with the Sakuragis now, she didn’t need an escort. Still Kirishima felt that he had abandoned his duties for a nap. “You should have woken me up.”

“Maybe but….you seemed so tired. I thought it was best for you to rest.”

“And you’ve just been sitting here the whole time?”

They chuckled at him. “Well, I was a little stuck.” He suddenly remembers a time, long ago, when Yaeka was just a baby and fell asleep on him. Kirishima hadn’t dared to move as well, so he felt a little bad.

“Sorry you wasted your afternoon then. Because of me.”

[Y/N] chuckled again and scooted closer to him. “I wouldn’t call it a ‘waste’. Spending any time with you is never a waste. Plus, I like that you feel so comfortable with me that you’d just…fall asleep.”

He supposed that was true. Kirishima rarely slept before. Always keyed up from a fight, or waiting for a fight, or thinking about a fight. Now, watching over Yaeka and being with [Y/N], he felt more relaxed than he had been in his whole life.

“Well, next time I’ll give you the head rubs. Or a back rub.”

“Oh?” [Y/N] asked in amused surprise. “You’d be willing to give me a massage? Are you any good?”

“These hands aren’t just for beating up goons you know.” Kirishima said, flexing his digits. “They’re really strong.”

They laughed. “Well, I’ll have to take you up on that offer sometime. Want to go pick up Yaeka now? We can take her and Sara of ice cream maybe too.”

Kirishima nodded and stood up. His legs still a little numb but getting back their feeling. Despite that, the rest of his body felt better. Lighter, even. Maybe he did need to relax. Or maybe it was just [Y/N].

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thewritetofreespeech · 2 years

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Toru kirishima x reader

Toru Kirishima x reader + suits

“Yaeka-chan, don’t you think it’s time for bed?”

The tiny red head shook her head. Continuing to draw her fourth picture of the evening. “Nm-hm. Not until Daddy and Kirshima get back.”

You giggle a little as that had been her same answer for the past hour.

It wasn’t often that you had to babysit Yaeka in Kirishima’s place. It was rare that his attentions needed to be taken away from his primary duties as her guardian. But, every now & then, Kirishima had to fulfill his duties as first lieutenant of the Sakuragi family. It must have been something important to pull both him and Sugihara away for the evening with their master. Of course, they didn’t tell you what the something was; just that they would be back later and hope that this wasn’t too much trouble.

It wasn’t, as Yaeka was a very good girl. In fact her only complaint of the evening was refusing to go to bed while she waited up for her father and friends. She’d already bathed, ate her dinner and vegetables, done her homework, brushed her hair. It was clear she was ready to go to bed the second they got home, but not a minute before.

You honestly couldn’t say no to her with how persistent she was being and that adorable, serious pout as the men in her life kept her waiting.

The distant sound of the front door opening & closing peeked Yaeka’s interest immediately, and she listened for a moment before shuffling up and bolting out of her room. “Oh? I guess their back.” You muse to yourself as you get up and follow after her; at a much more adult appropriate pace.

“Welcome back Daddy! Kirishima!”

“Yaeka? What are you still doing up?” Sakuragi-san asked. Nearly drowned out by Sugihara’s whines of ‘I’m here too!’.

“She wanted to wait up for you all to come home.” You reply, as you come up behind Yaeka and put your hand on her head. “Apologies. I know it’s a little past her bed time, but since it wasn’t a school night I thought it wouldn’t do any harm.”

Sakuragi-san seemed to ponder this for a moment before he nodded once in approval. It was done now. Plus, you could tell he was stoically excited to see his daughter before she went off to bed as well.

“Yaeka-chan! Yaeka-chan! Look! I got you some yummy cakes from the reception. They were really tasty, so I wanted you to have some!” Sugihara exclaimed. Inserting himself into the conversation and offer the box (and his love) to the young lady.

“She can have cakes tomorrow.” Sakuragi-san announced. Deflating Sugihara’s spirit and attempt to win Yaeka over. “Right now it’s time for bed. Come on Yaeka. I’ll tuck you in.”

The little girl beamed and took her father’s hand as he walked her back to her room for bed. It was an incredibly touching scene.

You turn back around to find Sugihara gone (probably off to put his rebuked cakes in the fridge for tomorrow) and you alone with Kirishima. “Thanks for watching her. I’m sure it’s not how you wanted to spend your evening.”

“Don’t…” You stammer out as you feel your face flush. “Don’t mention it…”

“What’s the matter?” Kirishima asked. Eyebrows jutting up over his glasses curiously. “You’re acting weird.”

“N-Nothing!” You lie horribly, but apparently Kirishima wasn’t going to stop staring at you until you told him what was up. “You…it’s just I’ve never seen you in a suit before.” His eyebrows jutted up higher, with a confused ‘hn?’. “You look….nice.”

The blunette seemed taken aback for a moment, before he smirked in typical Kirishima way. “You think I look nice hn?” You growl lightly, and bat Kirishima away as he leaned in teasingly at you. “Well, maybe I’ll wear this next time we go out. I have to thank you for watching the little lady after all.”

“You don’t have to thank me for that.” You tell him. Cheeks still pink.

“Maybe I want to.” You can feel your pink cheeks getting even redder with that smirk pointed towards you. “Let me walk you to the train station. We’ll talk about where we want to go on the way.” He opened the door for you and walked you to the station, just as he promised.

You kept glancing over at him, with that tint on your cheeks, and Kirishima kept teasing that if he knew his suits had this much of an affect on you, he’d have to wear them more often.

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thewritetofreespeech · 17 days

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Could I request Kirishima (Yakuza's Guide to Babysitting) with a reader who has god tier in skills gambling?

Kirishima x Reader - gambling expert

Being in the yakuza, Kirishima and the family were involved in many illegal enterprises. It wasn’t all cute daycare scenes and happy moments with Yaeka. They were all criminals at the end of the day.

One of the more popular enterprises they had tapped into was gambling. People enjoyed the thrill of risking it all to win big. Usually just ending up with the former of risking it all, and ending up with nothing. They came, they drank, they played. Until eventually they were out of money and turned out towards the street for the night. If they were lucky.

Kirishima was here for the evening due to one customer, who had been to this establishment before and racked up a considerable debt to the family, refusing to leave. Though it was his night off, he had been called in to deal with him and make sure he never came back. Only his money, until the debt was paid, was welcome here.

“Sorry.” He apologized to [Y/N], who’s date had been interrupted by the emergency call. They knew of his past, and what he did for a living, so he didn’t think twice about bringing them. Now he was beginning to regret it. “I’ll wrap this up and we can go. Maybe we can catch the 9:30 for the movie.”

“It’s ok. This is pretty interesting.” They replied cheerfully as they sipped on their cocktail through its straw. Provided to them immediately upon entry as a guest of the Sakuragi family lieutenant. “You know that guy is cheating, right?”

Kirishima stopped talking to the other family members, berating them mostly for not being able to handle a simple degenerate on their own, and turned to [Y/N]. “Say what now?”

“That guy. Playing blackjack.” They gesture subtly toward the table, where a man seemed more focused on the cards than everyone else. Just not his own. “He makes the same couple twitches every few minutes. I assume it’s a signal program. And he’s signaling to…..bingo!” Their eye line scanned the room and found another man at a different table, equally focused but not on the dealer, who just won big. “It’s a pretty simple cheat. One sits behind one dealer, checks the pocket hand, then relays that to their partner. You should really teach your dealers to keep their hands more secure.”

Kirishima was shocked by their explanation, but quickly sent his subordinates to collect the men so they could ‘question them’ further. “Where did you learn about that?”

“My dad was a gambler. Did I not mention that?” They told him. “He was actually really good at it. Never worked a real job a day in his life, but certainly put in hours at the tables. He taught me about it but the gambling bug never bit me like it did him. Most I’ve ever won is a grand or two on a weekend.”

Judging by their blase attitude, they must not have found it that impressive. Which begged the question of how much their father had won in his time. Still, Kirishima scoffed and slid his hands in his pockets. “And here I thought the only gamble you took was me.”

They giggled and sat their empty drink down before linking arms and head out back to their date. Kirishima wasn’t sure what happened to the cheaters. And he didn’t ask. All he knew was that he never saw them again, which he didn’t tell [Y/N] either.

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thewritetofreespeech · 2 years

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Bare

Toru Kirishima x female reader

***Loosely based on episode 10-11/Chapters 28-31 so SPOILERS. Read at your own risk.***

It was nearly 2:00 am when your cellphone rang, and you knew it had to be urgent. No one would call you at two in the morning if it wasn’t urgent.

You saw Sugihara’s name on the screen and quickly answered. He apologized for waking you, and assured you everything was fine, but you needed to come to the hospital. That instantly put you into the vein of everything was not fine and you rush to get out of your pjs and into some kind of clothes before you rush out of the house.

Fuyutsuki hospital was not far from your apartment, so you were able to get there within the hour. You rush up to the floor Sugihara had told you, and saw him and Sakuragi-san in the hallway. “Where’s Yaeka?? Is Toru ok?”

“She’s fine. Everyone is fine.” Sugihara assured, putting his hands up in an attempt to calm you down. “Toru just got back. He….well…he was out of it for a bit, but he’s back now.”

You poke your head into the room to see Krishima there. Slumped in an uncomfortable position on Yaeka’s bed. Covered in blood and gods know what else. You have to assume that none of it’s his, otherwise Sugihara wouldn’t be so calm, but you also don’t want to know where he was ‘out’ at to get that way.

“Take him home.” Your attention turned towards the calm, even timber of Sakuragi-san. Stoic as ever in the face of this crisis. “He can’t stay here looking like this. It’ll just cause trouble as someone is bound to notice a blood-soaked man roaming the halls. I can’t have him arrested, or disturbing Yaeka, because of anymore of his antics this evening.”

He did have a very valid point. However, “he’s not going to want to leave Yaeka-chan.”

“I don’t care what he wants.” Both you and Sugihara flinch on Toru’s behalf; since he was still asleep. “Get him out of here for the night. Don’t take him back to the estate. He can come back tomorrow when he’s cleaned up and ready to present himself.” It sounded harsher than it was. If Toru was really in trouble, Sakuragi-san wouldn’t allow him to set foot in the hospital or estate or Japan ever again. But he’s not happy. And Toru did need to be punished.

You slowly enter the room and carefully place your hand on Krishima’s shoulder. Trying to wake him. It took a bit, and you were afraid that he might lash out if you shook him too hard. Whether it was because he was so tired, or some subconscious recognition that it was you, Krishima eventually lifted his head to look at you. He seemed confused. His expression that of someone who wasn’t sure he was still dreaming.

“Toru, we need to leave.” You tell him quietly; partly to not disturb Yaeka and part to soothe him into accepting what you were saying. “You’re gonna come home with me, ok?”

The young man seemed to process what you were saying as his eyes went wide. He then turned to his leader, but the stern man’s gaze cut off any protest before it started, and he turned his head down in shame like a whipped dog before he stood up to follow up.

Sugihara let you borrow the car, as there was no way Krishima was going to get on public transportation without being noticed. And he was too dead on his feet to walk. The entire drive he sat slumped into the passenger seat. His head resting against the glass as stared out like a zombie. It made you worried. Krishima was always so lively, and you had never seen him this way before.

You arrive back at your building and the yakuza continued to follow you on autopilot into your apartment. “I’ll uh….why don’t you take a shower and I’ll try to get you some clothes.” What he was wearing would have to be thrown out (or burned) with all the blood on them. You’d have to get Sugihara to bring him some new clothes in the morning, but for now he could maybe fit into some sweats or something.

Krishima didn’t seem to care as he was already turning towards your bathroom after you spoke. Stripping along the way as he dropped his shirt, his belt, his pants, and finally his briefs down the hall until he reached the bathroom and you heard the shower kick on.

A heavy sigh escaped you. Not even realizing you had been holding the breath in, for what felt like since you had gotten the call. This was all still very new to you. You had only met Kirishima, Yaeka, and the others a few months ago. And while they were all very nice, it was clear they wanted to keep the underworld portion of their lives away from you and civilians. You had never met ‘Kirishima the Demon’. You had only ever met ‘Kirishima the babysitter’.

Busying yourself with finding him some clothes, you move on to busying yourself with making some tea and something small to eat for Kirishima. You doubt he’d taken the time to eat during his….episode. Honestly, you didn’t know what to do, but tea and biscuits always seemed to help awkward situations.

You had just finished pouring the hot water into the tea pot when you felt a set of arms wrap around you. You gasp. Not expecting it. The cool dampness of Kirishima’s body against your back as his wet hair dripped on your shoulder. “T…Toru…?”

“She hates me.” You stiffen at his words. Wondering who he could possibly be thinking of. “Yaeka hates me.”

“No she doesn’t!” You insist. Gripping Kirishima’s arm as they were wrapped too tightly around you for you to turn around and say it to his face. “Yaeka loves you. I heard she was so upset when you were away.”

“She will hate me.” He corrected. “She’ll realize that I’m a monster. That I’m not the good person she thinks I am. She’ll see the real me and I won’t be able to go back to her side. Everyone realizes I’m a bad person, in the end.”

“Toru…” you were finally able to turn around and your train of thought stopped when you saw him.

There Kirishima was. Naked, except for a small towel around his waist, and still wet from his shower. His eyes unhindered by his glasses, and looking a lot more sunken in than you remembered. His limbs scrawny in comparison to the impact they had been known to hold.

But none of that was really what made your thoughts stop. It was his tattoos.

You knew he had tattoos, of course, but you had never seen them before. The small chains on his wrist seemed pale in comparison to the long, large coils of black up his arms & chest. You assume they go down his back as well. This large patchwork of canvas he had created on his body. The physical embodiment that he was Kirishima the Yakuza. Kirishima the Sakuragi Slayer. Kirishima….who was still standing there in your kitchen literally & metaphorically bare, waiting for your answer.

“Toru, I don’t hate you. I could never hate you. And neither will Yaeka. I know you have a past. And I know what you did tonight….I don’t want to know about and you can’t talk about, but I could never hate you. Deep down, past all this, you’re a good person. That’s the person Yaeka sees. That’s the person I see too. So please don’t say things like that. Or I really will hate you.”

Kirishima scoffed out a laugh at your stern joke. Then another. Then another. Then it morphed into a clutched sound as he seemed to be holding back tears, and reached out to pull you in close again. This time from the front where you can wrap your arms around him.

“It’s ok. It’s alright now. Do you want some tea? I didn’t know if you wanted anything so….” Toru shook his head against your shoulder to stop you from floundering and squeezed you a little tighter. A slight response to let you know that you were all he needed right now. And you were happy to be there for him.

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thewritetofreespeech · 2 months

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Could I request Kirishima (from Yakuza's Guide to Babysitting) with a tailor s/o who takes her craft very seriously? If one of her creations are damaged (on purpose), she'll have that person's head.

Kirishima landed another punch on the goon’s face before he slumped to the ground. Not really an impressive feat, as he was already nearly down for the count, but another punch all the same.

“Great work Kirishima-san.” Sugihara complimented as he handed Kirishima his suit jacket back. “We won’t be hearing from them any time soon.”

“Not with broken jaws at least.” Kirishima agreed before he pulled out his cigarettes, lit one, and took a drag. Feeling a calm wash over him as he let out a big breath of air along with the smoke. He took a few steps to follow Sugihara out of the warehouse, then stopped to look at the arm of his jacket. “What the hell did you do to my suit?”

Sugihara turned around with a confused ‘hn?’ before Kirishima snatched him up by the collar and growled in his face, “what the hell did you do to my suit?!”

“N-N-Nothing!” The blonde stammered. Afraid for his life as he looked dead into the beady eyes of the Demon of Sakuragi. “You took it off and handed it to me before the fight. I didn’t do anything to it but hold it!”

Kirishima sighed and put Sugihara down. “Damnit…their gonna kill me….”

“Who’s gonna kill you?”

He didn’t bother answering Sugihara’s question. Instead continued out of the warehouse and told him where to drive. They end up uptown at a fancy boutique shop. One catering to high fashion, custom designs, and the business residence of the personal tailor of the Sakuragi family. “[Y/N]? You here?”

“Would the shop be open if I wasn’t?”

They came out from the back all smiles. Tape measure around their neck. Pins on their lapel. Holding what looked to be a fine piece of fabric in their arms. “Question is, what are you doing here so late?”

“There was…an accident?”

“Oh?” Kirishima tensed as their voice became a sickening kind of sweet. Their face still all smiles, but an ominous kind of grin that did not bode well.

“It wasn’t my fault.”

“It never is. Is it?” He gulped.

Deciding to bite the bullet, Kirishima took off his jacket and showed them the jacket. “I take it this is from whatever hideous thing you did that caused your shirt to be the tatters it is?”

“This is a store-bought shirt!” He told them quickly. He wasn’t trying to make them angrier.

“You should still have more respect for you clothing. Someone, somewhere, went into a lot of trouble to make it for you.” They examined the jacket, and the rip, then lowered it down from their face & inspection to glare at Kirishima. “You know this was a gift, right?”

“Yes, I know.”

“I entrust you, and all the Sakuragi men, with my creations. You are custodians of my hard work. And this is how you treat it?”

“It really was an accident [Y/N].” He was pleading at this point. “By the time it was over, and Sugihara handed it back to me, I noticed it was ripped. I swear it wasn’t before!”

“What sort of lieutenant blames his subordinates for his accidents & mistakes?”

“….a poor one….” Kirishima muttered dejectedly.

[Y/N] then sighed and looked at the jacket again. “I can fix it. But you’ll have to leave it with me. Come pick it up Friday if you want it back.”

“I do.” He told them in earnest.

“And, you’ll have to take me out to dinner. To make up for this crime.”

Kirishima smiled. “Deal.” He then dared to come in close and gave them a peck on the cheek. Which he was happy was not rejected, nor did he end up with a pair of scissors at his throat. “I’ll see you Friday.”

He then left and went back to the car where Sugihara was waiting. “Everything go ok?”

“As well as could be expected.” Kirishima told him as they drove off. He then looked down at his shirt, all covered in blood, and thought, maybe he should take better care of his belongings. Someone, somewhere like [Y/N] worked hard on them. He should be a better caretaker, as they suggested.

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thewritetofreespeech · 3 months

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I spent about 5 minutes trying to write this out properly. I'd like for it to be a request but since the fic in question is kinda old, idk if you'd even be remotely interested in continuing it. Bare, Kirishima x Reader... A continuation? Something a tad smutty maybe...? Pls? 🥺

original post [x]

You stood in the kitchen, holding Kirishima close for a little while longer, as the minutes ticked on. It seemed like he was incapable of letting you go at the moment. Not that you minded. Whatever he needed you for you would be there and support him.

His grip around your waist eventually loosened, but still rested on your hips. His head lifted from hiding in your shoulder, but not to look you in the eye. Instead leaning in for a kiss. You gave it to him. Realizing that he maybe needed more than just hugs and soft words right now.

The kiss started out slow & soft, but quickly became more aggressive. It wasn’t something you were used to. Kirishima was always enthusiastic, but more in a playful way. Teasing your lips, grinning into your kisses. This was something different. Something desperate. You hold on to him and try to keep up, but eventually have to break away as your lungs were starting to burn as much as your lips.

You looked at him, and he looked at you, and you could tell what he needed and what he was asking without having to say it. You just nod. Then Kirishima was on you again.

The small towel around his waist either fell off or was discarded, but you suddenly felt all of him against your bare thighs from your pushed up sleep shorts. The fridge behind you rattled when Kirishima pushed against you a little too hard. Then the hands that had been resting at your waist pulled you close and lifted you up. Moving you just a few inches away towards an open wall. Never breaking contact with your kiss.

You felt lightheaded. A little drunk. Maybe that was the lack of oxygen. Or maybe just the adrenaline of the situation. Kirishima had made it a point to never be rough with you. You had to wonder now if he was worried he would hurt you. But all that suddenly went out the window as you were pinned against your kitchen wall, lips near bruising, the grip on your thighs hard enough to definitely leave a bruise, his cock between the two of you thrusting up against the soft material of your sleep shorts in a sort of pseudo-sex that was still providing enough friction and heat to make your pussy sop through them.

Then there was a warm, wet feeling against your thighs. And all of it stopped.

Kirishima finally pulled back from you properly. More than just the few gasps of air you had been allowed to take. Panting as he held on to you, “I’m sorry.”

“It…it’s ok…” You tried to catch your breath as well. Not really sure what to make of this situation.

Your boyfriend, who may or may not have committed horribly violent acts that night, just fuck-but-not-fucked you against a wall after crying on your shoulder about his little young charge hating him. On top of that your body was still humming because, although Kirishima had found release, you were still on the cusp from all the friction, tension, and just animal instinct going on a minute ago. Would it be rude to ask him to finish? Did you even really want him to, or was that just instincts again?

Kirishima let you down and you stumble against him a bit to get the feeling back in them. “Sorry about your shorts.”

“It’s ok.” You told him. Pushing your hair back out of your face now that you’ve collected yourself. Yes. It was better to just move on from this. “Do you want to go to bed?”

“Do….you want me to come with you?” Kirishima was back to his soft, sullen self again. That demanding figure a moment ago, looking for release, gone as he seemed to realize what had happened. That look in his eyes clearly nervous that he had screwed up again. That you might really hate him now this last time.

You just take his hand in yours and give it a squeeze. “Yes. I’m sure.”

You change your shorts and Kirishima cleaned himself up but doesn’t put on anything else. What was the point really? His tall, long body wrapped around you like a boa constrictor. Like you might actually leave if he wasn’t holding every part of you, even though this was your apartment.

You just let him and the both of you try to get some sleep. You’ll call out of work in the morning and take Kirishima back to the estate in the afternoon. He’ll have a long enough day tomorrow. For now, you would just offer him all the comfort you could and what little rest.

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thewritetofreespeech · 11 months

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May I request Kirishima (Yakuza's guide to babysitting) with a female s/o who comes from a long line of blacksmiths but everyone underestimates her because she's so cute and sweet?

It was a hot one today.

Kirishima hated summer. It was always humid. His clothes stuck to him. There never seemed to be enough fans & air conditioning to go around. His only solace right now was this popsicle he had while waiting for Yaeka to come back from the bathroom.

“Hey Kirishima!”

The yakuza looked up with a dull ‘hn’ at the sound of his name. Frozen treat between his lips. “Oh, hey [Y/N],” he greeted. Voice muffled because he wouldn’t let the treat go. “What are you doing here?”

“Sakuragi-san asked me to come by with his new order.” She jostled her shoulder to signify the wrapped package on her back. “Turned out nice. Wanna see it?”

“I’m sure I’ll see it later.” Kirishima replied. Voice clear now that he finally let the popsicle go.

The soft footsteps of Yaeka could be heard coming down the hall. Her sweet face poking out just moments later. “Kirishima?”

“Yaeka, this is [Y/N]. She works for the family.”

“Sort of,” [Y/N] clarified with a chuckle. “Nice to meet you,” she added as she bent forward to shake Yaeka’s hand, “I’m the Sakuragi family Katana-kaji.”

“Katana-kaji?”

“A person who makes swords.”

Yaeka’s eye lit up a little at the explanation. Seeming excited to learn a new word and something you could go. “Girls can make swords?”

“This one can!” [Y/N] replied with a wink. “My family has been doing it for generations. Our smithing dates back all the way to the Edo period.”

“That’s a really long time.” Kirishima explained as he handed Yaeka back her own popsicle he had been holding for her.

“You should see if your dad will let you watch the show. Part of the presentation ceremony is a demo of its skill. It’s pretty neat.”

“Daddy’s gonna play with a sword?”

“Nope! Me!”

Yaeka seemed skeptical, but [Y/N] just grinned at her. “I should probably go see Sakuragi-san. Kirishima, you’re gonna stop by though right?”

“Wouldn’t miss it.”

[Y/N] then headed off into the house to find it’s master and get ready. “Can she really use a sword Kirishima?”

“I guess you’ll have to find out.” He told her.

An hour later, they were all gathered in the formal garden for the demonstration. Sakuragi-san, Kirshima, Yaeka, and Sugihara for some reason. Probably his perpetual fear of missing out. It was relatively quiet as they waited for the demonstration to start, then [Y/N] stepped into the garden. They had changed from modern attire into traditional garb. Basic, compared to what Sakuragi wore. Functional. Her hair was up now and her entire demeanor different from the woman seen before. She wasn’t just [Y/N] now. She was [Y/N] the Katana-kaji.”

Stepping out in front of a display of wood logs, [Y/N] bowed once before drawing the swords. The sharp sound of the blade coming out of its sheath echoed in the garden, now dead silent, as she readied her stance before the target. Her stance held there for a long moment until, suddenly, her arms swung, and the log was suddenly in two. If you had blinked, you would have missed it. Only seeing her perfect post-form as an after image.

[Y/N] then resheathed the sword and walked over to Sakuragi. They knelt down and presented the sword to him. He reached out and took it, opening just the hilt to inspect the insignia on the blade near it and closing again. He then bowed slightly, and [Y/N] returned it by bowing low and respectfully on the ground.

“Fhhheew! I’m glad that’s over!” She exclaimed when she raised her head. The sudden turn in demeanor startling Yaeka a little bit. “These old get ups are so hot. How do you do this all-day Sakuragi-san?”

“Determination.” He replied as he sat his new blade down.

“That was so cool [Y/N]-chan!” Sugihara praised. “One of the best yet.”

“You say that every time Kei.” She reminded him. “What did you think Kirishima?”

“Yeah, yeah. It was good.” He told her with a smirk. “What did you think, little lady?”

“It was….it was really cool.”

[Y/N] smiled softly at the little girl’s amazement. Seeming to still try and find the words to explain what she saw. “Well, be sure to keep me in your employee, ok?”

Yaeka nodded enthusiastically, and everyone chuckled a little at how adorable she was. “Would you like some tea before you go [Y/N]-san?”

“In this heat??” [Y/N] replied to Sakuragi request, but then sighed. “Yeah, yeah, I suppose so. Tradition and all. Yaeka, do you want to have tea with us?” The little girl looked to her father with questing eyes, how nodded thoughtfully at her, before she nodded yes. To which [Y/N] giggled. “What about you Kirshima?”

“I suppose I could stick around.” He replied. Nothing better to do on a hot summer day.

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thewritetofreespeech · 10 months

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Headcanons of Toru Kirishima having his first kiss with gn s/o?

Toru Kirishima + first kiss

“….I have to get back to class soon….”

“I know! Stop rushing me!” Toru snapped. Which was not adding to the romantic vibe he was going for.

He had been sort of seeing [Y/N] for a while now. They would walk to class. Eat lunch together now and then. Sit beside each other in the library.

They weren’t really dating as they never saw each other outside of school, nor did anyone really seem to know about them, but Toru like to think they were together. They didn’t argue or ran away screaming when he asked them to meet behind the gym, then asked to kiss them.

“Do you want me to close my eyes?”

“No. I mean…maybe.” He rubbed the back of his head awkwardly as he didn’t know what to do. “Does that help?”

[Y/N] chuckled. Which made him feel stupid. “You’re supposed to close your eyes when you kiss. But if it will help, I can close them before so it’s a little less nerve wracking for you.”

“It’s not for you?” He was used to people being nervous or scared around him more than anything.

“I’ve kissed someone before.”

That felt like a punch in the gut. This wasn’t the first time for them. He was behind. He was left behind.

Squashing those feelings down, Toru swallowed the lump in his throat and leaned forward to give them a kiss on the lips. “Was that ok?”

“Yeah. It was fine.”

They wiped their mouth with the back of their hand and he wasn’t sure if that was actually a good thing. “I have to get to class now. I’ll see you tomorrow after gym?”

Oh right, they didn’t have any other periods together after this. And they didn’t hang out after school, he remembered. “Yeah. Sure.”

[Y/N] smiled and waved at him before jogging off to class while Toru stood there.

Wasn’t your first kiss supposed to be magical or something? All he felt was like he’d checked a box. It made him want to do was skip class until tomorrow.

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thewritetofreespeech · 2 years

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kirishima tooru x reader

If it's okay To Be An 18+? Hehehe

Kirishima x Reader - Caught in a Bad Romance

‘Ugh…this is awful’ Kirishima groaned. Smoking a cigarette while he waited outside the dining hall for his boss and the other family heads to be finished for the evening. Based on the rowdy voices behind the door, it was going to be a long night.

“Kir-is-hima!” The lieutenant lazily looked up from his musing to find Masaya there. Glaring angrily at him, as usual, in his usual white suit.

“Ah, Masaya. What are you doing here?”

“What am I doing here?!” The other man snarled. “I have just a right to be here as you do! I’m actually still active in this business. Not benched on the sidelines babysitting some kid and picking up grapes for her snacks. I…hey, hey! What are you doing ?!”

“Reminding myself to pick up grapes.” Kirishima answered as he tapped away at his phone. “That’s a really good idea. Thanks Masaya.”

Masaya growled and twisted his hands into fists. “Damnit! Don’t thank me you bastard! I came here to challenge you to a fight to the death, now get up and—“My such loud voices in the building.”

The two men stop fighting (or rather Masaya stopped yelling at an ambivalent Kirishima) at the regal voice of triad boss Kino’s eldest daughter entering the room. “It certainly made finding the party easier to find.”

“[Y-Y/N]-hime-sama.” Masaya stammered as he stood a little straighter, with a slight blush on his cheeks.

[Y/N] was a reverted woman in their organization. Not officially ‘on the job’, as women could not be Yakuza, her beauty and quick wit was well known to anyone in the family. Had she been a man, she would easily be the next leader of the clan. As it stood, she would be the most trusted advisor of the next clan head; once she completed university overseas.

“[Y/N]. It’s good to see you again. I didn’t know you were back in town.” Kirishima said as he stood now. Adjusting his tie back to its proper place, now that he cared.

“Father wanted me back for the season, so I flew back last week. I take it he’s in there?” There was a large booming laughter from the other side of the door that was distinctly boss Kino. Answering her question on his own.

“The meeting should be over soon.” At least for Sakuragi-san. Besides not caring for these parties that much, despite their necessity, he made it a point now to not be out too late with Yaeka back in his life. “Shall I escort you to one of the sitting rooms to enjoy the evening more peacefully, [Y/N]-san?”

“That would be nice Kirishima.”

The yakuza smirked at the corner of his mouth and feel in line beside [Y/N] to follow her back. Masaya blinking out of his stupor of [Y/N]’s beauty, to realize that he had missed his opportunity to speak with her, and growling out a: “Kirishima!!”

Side by side they walked back through the less noisy portion of the restaurant, still reserved for them, and once they were out of ear shot Kirishima spoke. “It was pretty mean of you to not tell me you were back in town.”

“What?” [Y/N] asked with a smirk. “And miss the fun of your reaction?”

Kirishima smirked back at her, and even gave a scoff at her teasing. “So you didn’t come here just to harass your father about his drinking tonight?” He asked as he opened a door to an arbitrary room he’d selected.

“Well….” She mused as she walked inside. “Not entirely.” Kirisihima smirked a devilish grin at her confession. Then quickly followed the yakuza princess into the room and shut the door. Pouncing on her almost immediately with kisses, which she gladly accepts.

The two of them had been seeing each other in secret on & off for years. Their families weren’t enemies, but rather amicable rivals in the triad. It wouldn’t have been taboo for them to see one another if [Y/N] was just an associate of the family, and Krishima was still lieutenant of the Sakuragi family. But this was a boss’s daughter. With that came a certain understanding in the yakuza that she was to be put on a pedestal and not touch; aside for the overwhelming possibility of her being promised to someone else in the future.

Kirishima didn’t care though.

Aside from just living his life recklessly until now, he just couldn’t stay away from [Y/N] that long. He loved her. He respected her. She was the only woman that genuinely could keep his focus, and he always felt the need to come back to.

“Don’t turn on the light.” [Y/N] panted in the dark when they finally broke away from kissing. “If the attendant sees the light they’ll come in here and try to serve us.”

“Can’t have that.” Kirishima agreed as he led her further into the room.

There was a small table set for a future guest seating in the room that he led her too. Kissing her mouth, and neck, and the tops of her breasts peaking out from her dress, as they worked their way down to the floor with her perched on top of it. “Can I serve you though?”

[Y/N] giggle at his ‘witty’ retort and leaned back on her hands to give him access.

Reaching up under the skirt of her dress, Kirishima pulled her thin, lacy panties down her legs and gently nudged them open. He was greeted by a beautiful view of her glistening cunt. Already moist for him. Kirishima grinned at that before leaning forward to lap at her folds. Savoring the taste as he wasn’t sure when he’d be able to get it again.

[Y/N] moaned at the contact of his tongue on her pussy. Trying to stay quiet as to not alert the staff, or any of her father’s men, to what they were doing in here. They’d be horrified to see the jewel of the Kino family, spread legged, for the Yakuza Crusher Kirishima. She hated to admit it, but the forbidden nature of their relationship turned her on. Although she cared for Kirishima, and loved him in a way, she often wondered if she only kept seeing him to provoke her father and his image of ‘daddys little girl’. That was a conversation for her and her therapist though.

A sharp noise squeaked out of [Y/N]’s mouth when his tongue brushed over an incredibly sensitive part, and her hand flew up to cover her mouth. Her hips rolled against his face. The feeling of pleasure building as he worked faster to get her to orgasm. They had to be quick after all. They were in a public place crawling with yakuza.

It only took a few more moments before [Y/N] was shuttering around Kirishima’s face, and her warm juices coated his tongue. He quickly lifted up and wiped his face on his sleeve, before he reached down to undo his belt and pants. [Y/N] feverish hands clamoring out to help him.

“Hurry up.” [Y/N] whispered. Voice definitely more gravely than it was a moment ago. “Put your dick in me before someone realizes we’ve been gone too long.”

“Such language for a college girl.” Kirishima teased. Not that he was going any slower.

The moment his cock was out he pulled [Y/N] closer and jammed it into her. She moaned when he thrust into her so roughly, but clearly not complaining about it. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders while he held on to her waist and thrust into her. Hard, fast, and dirty. She buried her face into his shoulder and moaned into the lapel of his suit to try and keep quiet; unsuccessfully.

“Oh god Kirishima…harder. Fuck me harder. No one fucks me like you.”

She let out a sharp whine when he grabbed her by the hair and pulled back to look at her. “No one better be fucking you but me.” [Y/N] grinned drunkenly up at Kirishima, drunk with pleasure, before she leaned in to give him a messy kiss just before he felt him cum inside her.

They stayed together for a moment. Panting in each other’s ears and intertwined. Before they came to their senses and pulled away.

“Jeez, you could have warned me.” [Y/N] scolded, back to herself, as she recognized the cum dribbling down her leg.

“And do what? Get it all over your dress or the floor?” Kirishima asked. Handing her his pocket handkerchief before pulling out his cigarettes and lighting one up.

“Hmmm…I guess your right.” [Y/N] agreed as she cleaned off her legs.

Kirishima took another drag of his cigarette before [Y/N] reached over and took it from him. Taking a long, single drag. Another bad habit she had when she was back in town. “I hear you’re guarding Sakuragi-san kid now.”

“Yeah.” He confirmed. Letting her have another drag before he took his smoke back. “For a few months now.”

“You like being on the sidelines?” He shrugged. “It must be good then. I always liked Lady Sakuragi-san. She was nice. I was sad to hear about her when the accident happened.”

Kirishima took a longer drag this time. He didn’t like thinking about that night.

[Y/N] looked at him then, and gave him a wistful smile. “I’m glad though. You’re not in as much danger now. I’d be heartbroken if something happened to you.”

“Nothing ‘s gonna happen to me.” He told her. “Aoi-san always said I was too stupid to die.” [Y/N] giggle at his joke and he finished his cigarette before putting it out and pocketing the butt away.

They get up and straighten themselves up before they leave. No one any the wiser they had been in there. “I’m going to head back to the estate. Tell my drunk father, if he even remembers he was supposed to meet me here, that I went home. Honestly, you can’t take him anywhere.”

“I’ll be sure to tell him if I see him.” Kirishima agreed with a smile.

[Y/N] took a few steps out the front towards her car, before she looked back over her shoulder at him. “Am I going to see you again before I head back?”

“I’m sure you will.” He confirmed. Not sure when she was leaving, or when he’d make the time, but he would certainly try.

[Y/N] smiled then went to her car to head home. Kirishima stood there and watched her go. Then had another cigarette to make sure the smell of sex was drowned out completely before they go.

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