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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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rachi-roo · 9 months

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Yakuza's Guide to Babysitting: A little secret about Kirishima~

Just finished this DISGUSTINGLY wholesome and comedic show again so now I'm feeding myself~ 😋 Highly recommended to those of you who also enjoy Spy x Family and Buddies Daddies!!! 12 episodes and all adorable with that kick-ass element thrown in 😚🤌

Summary: After the little lady, Yaeka is left with Suguhara and Takeuchi, she learns a very important secret about Kirishima that simply MUST be observed first-hand!

Lee!Kirishima, Lers!Suguhara, Takeuchi

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"Ticklish?" Yaeka's eyes lit up as she listened to her stand-in babysitters, Kei Suguhara and Shogo Takeuchi, as they spilt the beans on poor Kirishima whilst he was at a meeting with their boss.

Suguhara was laying on his side as he watched Yaeka drawing happily. He took another biscuit from the table, popping it in his mouth with a nod.

"Mhm. Kirishima is suuuper ticklish. It's his only known weakness~" He explained, wiping the biscuit crumbs on his jeans. Takeuchi, who was sat across from Yaeka, furrowed his brow.

"Hey," He started in a hushed tone. "Are you sure it's safe to be telling the little lady this? If Kirishima finds out through her, he'll know it was us who told her. He'll kill us."

The other blonde's face sank as he realised. This was bad. Of all the secrets they had spilt about Kirishima, this was definitely the one that would get them in trouble.

"Damn it, you're right!" He gasped as he sat up, frantically clinging to his partner's shirt. "What are we gonna do?! I'm too young to die, Takeuchi!"

"I-It's fine! It's fine! I'm sure Yaeka will understand how important it is to keep it a secret. R-Right, Yaeka?" The two looked at the doe-eyed girl with a hopeful smile. Praying that she was merciful enough to not let it slip. That she would find it in her heart to-

"Keep what a secret~?" The two blonde's hearts stopped as they heard the unmistakable, cold-toned, voice of the Demon.

They shuddered in their seats, listening to the sliding door behind Yaeka as it was pushed open. Kirishima stepped in and stood over the little lady, still wearing his black suit jacket that was only worn to official events. He smiled warmly at his little lady, before turning a grim eye to the others, he already knew they had done something that would warrant a beating.

Kei stuttered for his life, trying to come up with something. Anything that might save their butts.

"Uh! N-Nothing! Nothing at all! We don't keep secrets here! We're an open book, right Takeuchi?!"

"Right! We've just been uhhh, drawing! Drawing all afternoon~ Look how amazing Yaeka's drawing is! Haha, woooow!" Shogo held up one of Yaeka's crayon drawings, hoping it may act as a shield. "So talented!"

Kirishima raised a brow as he smirked, baring those shiney fangs of his. He loved watching his underlings squirm.

"They told me that you're ticklish." Yaeka's little voice spoke up as she looked up at her babysitter. The two blonde's all but died behind her, collapsing into a heap. They were finished for sure.

"Oho, did they now?" The silver-eyed man chuckled angrily, slipping his jacket off, and draping it calmly over a dresser, before loosenig his tie and cracking his knuckles. Yaeka set her crayons aside, gently grabbing Kirishima's trouser leg.

"I want to see." She smiled innocently at him, the blonde's suddenly being revived as they heard her request.

The cheeks of the Demon heated up a little as he stared down at her, shocked by her words. No. Surely she didn't just say-

"I want to see you laughing!" Yaeka smiled, bouncing on her toes. "It can be your atonement for not taking me to the park yesterday like you said."

"N-Now, little lady, I don't think that's very fair. It was pouring down with rain." Kirishima smiled meekly as he petted her hair, desperate to convince her otherwise.

"Are you reeeally going to deny the little lady such a simple request?" Suguhara said with a teasing smirk.

Kirishima grits his teeth at the snarky tone Suguhara used toward him. He knew damn well that Kirishima couldn't handle being tickled! He internally reminded himself where he left the shovel so he could bury those two alive later!

"Well, not necessarily, I just- I just got back from a job and, you know, I'm... Tired." Uh oh, Kirishima was floundering. This wasn't like him at all!

Yaeka folded her arms, puffing her cheeks as she just glared at him.

"Y-Yaeka, please. I-I really don't..." Kirishima sighed, realising he wasn't going to win this one. Yaeka would be grumpy with him if he didn't do this, and that's not what Kirishima wanted.

"Fine. Fine." He grumbled, sitting on the tatami matts with his legs crossed, folding his arms like a kid who'd just been put in time-out.

Yaeka smiled, shuffling to his side before being stopped by Takeuchi.

"Please, allow us, little lady. We wouldn't want you being injured~" He grinned, gently sitting her at a safe distance from Kirishima and his potentially dangerous limbs.

Suguhara sniggered, sitting beside Kirishima, with Takeuchi on the other. The Demon Wakagashira of the Sakuragi family allowing himself to be tickled for his atonement?! This was an opportunity too good to pass up.

"I'm going to kill you guys after this, I swear." The victim grumbled, tensing his whole body as he prepared for the attack, his eyes darting between the two sets of slowly approaching hands, each armed with their own teasing, wriggling digits.

"Worth it~" Suguhara chimed, wriggling his fingers eagerly, knowing very well that anticipation was Kirishima's kryptonite when it came to tickling.

Kirishima snarled at Suguhara.

"Worth it? Oho, you won't be saying that when I-Iiiieeeahaha!" Takeuchi suddenly poked at Kirishima's side, breaking the Yakuza's cold front in mere seconds. The purple-haired man quickly turned to grab Takeuchi's hands, immediately regretting his decision to go through with this.

"Noho! No, no, no. Nope, I've changed my mind. I'm not doing thiiii-ahaha!" A second attack from the other side made Kirishima squeak as he felt his partner's fingers spidering up and down his side.

"Hehey! W-Wahahait! Time out! I-I changed my mihihind!" Kirishima giggled through gritted teeth as he flinched and twisted this way and that as both his attackers took turns poking his sides, making him turn one way then the other, back and forth in a tickly trap.

"Atone for your crimes against lady Yaeka!" Suguhara chimed, his tickling fingers following Kirishima as he flopped onto his back, losing all composure against the devious attack.

Kirishima lost it, and so quickly, too! His loud, boyish laughter filled the room, spilling out into the hallways for all to hear. His ears heated up with a pretty pink glow, matching his rosie cheeks.

"Gehet ohoff! Get off! Noho! Y-You f-Ahaha!" A potentially bad word was cut silenced as his laughter suddenly jumped up in intensity.

"Watch your language there, Kirishiiima~ Not in front of the little lady~" Takeuchi chimed as his hand managed to find its way up inside the Demons cotton shirt that had come untucked in his struggling. Devious digits now pressing and pinching at Kirishimas' lowest set of abs, ripping a huge snort from his throat as he suddenly curled up like a woodlouse, pulling his knees to his chest defensively.

"*Snort* AAAAHahahaaah! NO! Jehehesus! NAAA!" He rolled to one side, hugging himself as his sunglasses slipped from the bridge of his nose and onto the tatami mats.

Little Yaeka watched on from the side, smiling happily as she watched her usually stoic bodyguard turn into a pile of purple haired mush as he laughed freely.

"Aha! N-Nuho! Fwuah-AHA!"

"You're very loud." Yaeka giggled, quietly taking out her phone and taking a photo of Kirishimas toothy smile. His dimples and scrunched up nose would make a lovely contact photo for whenever he texted or called her.

"He is loud, ain't he?" Suguhara sniggered, clawing at Kirishima's belly, watching his higher-up vibrate with laughter.

"Dahahamn it! AHA! E-Enough!" In an attempt to free himself, Kirishima pressed his socked foot against Takeuchi's chest, trying to push him away. "Knock it off!"

A look of terror crossed Kirishima's face as he realised that Takeuchi had gripped his ankle and was staring at him with a menacing smirk.

"Don't. You. Dare."

"Don't I dare, what? Kirishima?" He smirked, moving his flexing fingers closer to the vulnerable foot.

"Tickle my foot."

"I can't believe you really just fell for that! Haha!" Takeuchi laughed as he attacked, scribbling his nails up and down the Demons sole.

"WAAHAHAIT! I-I sahahaid doho-HAHAHAA!" He couldn't handle it. His feet were ridiculously sensitive, and he cursed it every time he was reminded. Like right now.

"Gimme the other!" Suguhara chimed in, grabbing the other ankle and pinning it in an ankle-lock under his arm, starting to scratch at the heel.

"NAAAHAHAhahahaaa! Oho God! Nohoo! Nonono! Haaaaah-ah! *snort* AHAHA!"

Takeuchi and Suguhara looked at each other with a cruel smile before both starting to tease in union.

"Tickle, tickle, tickle~"

"Shudduhup! Shut up, shut up, shut u-AHAHAP!"

"What a ticklish little demon we have here~" Suguhara sang, scribbling under his toes.

"Nohoho! Stahahap!"

"Yes, very giggly and wriggly~ I bet the ghost tickles will last for hours once were done." Takeuchi added, dragging all five nails up and down the length of his foot.

Kirishima was a mess, tears streamed down his face as he tossed and turned on the tatami mats, his hands covering his face in ticklish agony, muffling his laughter. Unable to find the strength to pull his ankles free, all he could do was lay there and laugh, his chest heaving as he sucked in shuddering breaths.

"Mehercy! Plehehease! PLEHEEEEASE!" Kirishima leaned forward, managing to grab Suguharas shirt, trying to pull him back and free himself.

"I sahahaid-! RH!" In one swift movement, Kirishima found a burst of strength and pulled Suguhara back, using the momentum to pull Takeuchi over as well, the two ending up side by side on their backs with Kirishima straddling them both as he panted.

"-Mercy!" He panted, glaring down at his two underlings as they stared in terror.

"Um, K-Kirishima, we were just playing." Kei whined, holding his hands up in submission.

"Yeah! It was for Yaeka! We just wanted to make her happy!" Shogo nodded, looking behind himself at Yaeka for support.

The little lady giggled, walking over and gently placing Kirishimas sunglasses back on his face. "Are you okay? Did they tickle too much?"

"Hah, course' not, little lady. It'll take more than that to take me down." He smiled, gently petting her hair. "Now, why don't I show you how to really make someone laugh?" He asked, smirking down at the two cowering men beneath him.

"Wait, wait, wait! Kirishima! NOOOO-!"

#yakuza's guide to babysitting #Kumichō Musume to Sewagakari #Toru Kirishima #Kirishima toru #kei Suguhara #suguhara kei #shogo takeuchi #takeuchi shogo #lee!kirishima #lee!Kirishima Toru #ler!Kei #ler!Shogo #sakuragi yaeka #yaeka sakuragi #yakuza's guide to babysitting tickle fic #tickle fic #sfw tickles #sfw tickke fic

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peach-m1lk · 3 months

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Your honour, I need this man immediately.

#I remember when this came out #yakuza's guide to babysitting #toru kirishima #tooru kirishima #where are all the fics about him omg????#fine #I'll do it myself

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syntheticsloth · 1 year

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Chapters: 7/? Fandom: Buddy Daddies (Anime), 組長娘と世話係 | Kumichou Musume to Sewagakari | The Yakuza's Guide to Babysitting (Anime) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Kurusu Kazuki/Suwa Rei, Kirishima Tooru & Suwa Rei, Sakuragi Yaeka & Unasaka Miri, Kurusu Kazuki & Suwa Rei & Unasaka Miri, Suwa Rei & Unasaka Miri, Kurusu Kazuki & Unasaka Miri, Kirishima Tooru & Sakuragi Yaeka, Kirishima Tooru & Sugihara Kei, Kirishima Tooru & Sakuragi Kazuhiko

Characters: Kurusu Kazuki, Suwa Rei, Kirishima Tooru, Unasaka Miri, Sakuragi Yaeka, Sakuragi Kazuhiko, Sugihara Kei

Additional Tags: Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Friends, Developing Relationship, Platonic Relationships, Childhood Trauma, Slice of Life, i guess?, Plot eventually probably, Domestic Fluff

Summary:

Rei makes an unlikely friend in a so-called "demon"-turned-babysitter.

#buddy daddies #the yakuza's guide to babysitting #suwa rei #kurusu kazuki #kirishima tooru #unasaka miri #sakuragi yaeka #fanfic #semi-hiatus while i focus heavily on finishing other fic #crossover fic #fic: the yakuza's guide to playdates #kazurei

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redsixwing · 10 months

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Tagged by @thecatstolemypen

Tag 9 some friends you'd like to get to know better!

Last song: Haven't turned on the tunes today and didn't really get time yesterday. Might've been Aviators "Travelers' Song" in the car on Saturday.

Currently watching: Natsume Yuujinchou. Just finished season 3. :) Also just finished "The Yakuza's Guide to Babysitting," which applies a lot of yakuza-drama visuals and cliches to taking care of the boss's kid, and is thus very funny.

Currently reading: fic! And for physical books:

- "The Epicureans," a thriller about a cannibal

- "A Knight and His Horse," small but dense history book

Current obsession:

Dark Souls lore and worldbuilding <3

I haven't put up a new essay for several weeks and that's really itching at my brain. (I've been swamped, that's why. Give me a minute to chill and maybe I will get the one about Gwyn's jealousy done.)

I am tagging @dreamsatdusk @mrslittletall @bisexualbaker and anyone who wants to play.

#meme me #thanks for the tag!#dash games

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moniesmonsters · 1 year

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Tag 9 People you Want to Know Better

Oh, I haven’t done one of these in ages~ I used to do them back in the day on deviantART, so it’s nice to have a blast from the past! @no-braincells-inc tagged me~

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Three Ships: Ah, there’s a considerable bit of brain rot going on in the ole noodle near constant, surprisingly mostly for three ships:

Ulquiorra/Grimmjow. I have shipped them for years, but only started writing my own fanfic for them recently. Their pairing tag on AO3 WILL have a resurgence! I swear it! Even if I have to write the fics myself! We will get to 250 then beyond!

Leon S. Kennedy/Chris Redfield. Probably my original brain rot, technically. They were my first ever multi chapter fanfic, and I love their dynamic. Shipped them for ages. So long I... can’t remember when I started? Maybe when I first realized men could love other men?

Dabi/Hawks. The most recent of the brain rot! I got into it very, very recently because my dumb ass didn’t go “oh, that’s a possibility” until someone who had a bunch of bookmarks of them read my Bleach fic.

First Ever Ship: God, I’m old and that was such a long time ago. I’m genuinely struggling to remember. It may have actually been Chris/Leon from Resident Evil. That’s the fandom I’ve been in the longest that I keep up with.

Last Song: Monster Under My Bed by Bebe Rexha

Last Movie: That I finished? Here Comes the Boom with Kevin James. That I have on right now while typing this? Cloudy With A Chance of Meatballs

Currently Reading: No series at the moment, unless we count editing my own work? Last book I finished was Jurassic Park though.

Currently Watching: Again, Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs. TV show? I just finished Paradise P.D., but if you want something that’s not pothead humor, The Yakuza’s Guide to Babysitting (it’s fuckin’ adorable). Had that on last night.

Currently Consuming: Uh, I just ate a 100 grand bar and have a bottle of water. Tip: chew those things thoroughly. The caramel WILL try to kill you for the indiscretions of eating it.

Currently Craving: This Japanese place near Spade’s house. Or the Mexican place.

Tagging: I think I have like two tumbly place friends since most of the others have already been tagged and that’s @ulquiorracifer and @maple4986 (Maple, ships don’t have to be romantic. They can be friends)

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tricoloured-cat · 2 years

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GAHD CURRENTLY READING VOL 8 OF YAKUZA'S GUIDE TO BABYSITTING AND HORI SHIET THAT CHAPTER HAS ME ROLLING

great i wanna write a fic now

#I'M CRYING SM AHAHAHHA #REI I LOVE YOU #also the last one :')#rip momoyama #the yakuza's guide to babysitting #kumichou musume to sewagakari

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imjustasimpxd · 2 years

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Request Guidelines

Requests are open! :)

About my writings:

Not all, but beware that a lot of my angst stuff will be very heavy and sad because I thrive off angst haha. It’s my favorite thing to write.

All underage characters will always be automatically aged up for any fic that requires it

Please understand that I may not have time to post frequently. I will try my best to get back to people as quickly as possible, but this tumblr blog is not the center of my life so I may not always be available.

I usually write in she/her, but sometimes my writings can consist of just “you”, “your”, and “y/n” because of the way I write.

Please be aware I do not write “x male readers”. I myself am a female and have no experience with knowing what it’s like to be a man, so I feel uncomfortable writing about it.

Be aware of violence, sometimes graphic, especially because I’ll be writing fight scenes so people will get brutally injured or even killed.

What I will write:

Fluff/sfw

You will find no NSFW on my blog. The most I will have in my works are suggestive themes in the form of jokes, physical contact (affectionate kisses/hugs/etc.) I will write “implied activities”, however my writing will not go into detail past subtle hints or implication.

Headcanons/One shots/Prompts/Series/drabbles/etc.

Tropes of any kind in the sfw category (enemies to lovers, found family, fake dating, etc.)

Character x reader

Character x character

Platonic and romantic relationships

What I won’t write:

Smut/NSFW

Incest (Even if it’s step-brothers/sisters)

Poly relationships

Minor and adult relationships will not be written about. (I don’t mean if one character is 17 and one is 18, I mean full on grown adults with little kids).

I still prefer not to write it since it’s a serious topic, but I don’t mind writing about the topic of suicide only if I feel it’s necessary. However, I will not allow a character to die from suicide. Doing that feels like I’m encouraging someone to indulge in that kind of behavior so I wont allow it. - No exceptions -

This is more of a preference than a requirement.. However I don’t like to write profanity that much. Some characters will have an exception (*cough* *cough* Katsuki Bakugo) because they would feel out of character if they didn’t curse. There also may be times where I feel it is required in the story that I’m writing. However, for the most part I like to avoid using profanity. (Any profanity found in my writings will be censored)

Fandoms I will write for:

All the fandoms I already have Masterlists for

Animes : Blue Lock, life lessons with uramichi oniisan, violet evergarden, Spy x Family, the yakuza’s guide to babysitting

Non-Anime : Avatar (the movies), The Maze Runner, Percy Jackson.

Coming soon : Tokyo Revengers will soon get its own Masterlist, I just want to finish the manga first

After requesting:

- I will do my best to answer every person’s request that I feel comfortable writing as soon as possible. If I don’t feel comfortable writing a request then I won’t, it’s as simple as that.

- I also don’t have a time schedule on how long it might take me to finish a request. It will be random and all just depends on how busy I am or not. Sometimes it takes me only a couple days to finish a request, other times it takes me weeks, it’s a hit or miss to be honest.

- Please understand that I am currently in college, working a job, and have personal matters to deal with as well so I could very easily become busy and not be active for multiple days.

- Please refrain from pressuring me or spamming me about when I will finish your request. This behavior will only make me not want to write for you.

- If it’s been a while since your request and I still haven’t written it, then please remind me once in a calm and friendly manner. :)

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