#yakuza! Geto

[thejujvtsupost]

Collar Crimes -> Torn Knuckles

So we’re back with some more mob Geto, this was heavily requested but I never got around to adding more to the series. So to everyone who requested it: ta-da!

Notes: F!reader, yakuza!Geto, casual violence, blood, Geto has tattoos, fluffy, pet names - bunny, reader is a sleepy type of gf & soft girl- think Sanrio/hello kitty aesthetic? Wound care and first aid.

The sound of Geto’s fist connecting with its target echoed through the warehouse. “I don’t take half of anything, I take what belongs to me. This isn’t a negotiation.”

Hiro was a nuisance, interacting with him just wasn’t worth the trouble any longer. The fact that he was called to the warehouse in the first place had him pissed off. The exchange between Hiro and his men was supposed to be a smooth one, yet he was required to handle things himself. Apparently Hiro thought attempting to kill one of his men for leverage was a good idea.

“I’m just asking for 15%, no 20% and I’ll carry out the rest of the deal for you!” Suguru couldn’t deny that he had balls, Hiro was already beaten bloody, missing a few teeth and still trying to negotiate. Shouldn’t the broken ribs be enough to shut him up?

Suguru’s expression and tone screamed danger when he bent to Hiro’s level to get in his face. “You have three seconds to get out of my sight or I’ll kill you. Pull any funny shit again, if you even breathe wrong; I’ll kill you. Don’t mistake my mercy for weakness or tolerance.” His hand was starting to throb from where his fist made contact with the idiot’s face. He sighed and didn’t bother to hide his irritation.

Hiro let out a whimper and scurried away, leaving Geto with Yuta and Choso. “Clean up the blood, I’m going home.” He left no room to argue- not that they’d try.

You had just gotten in the warm tub when you heard Suguru call your name. College was taxing and today was especially rough with your double lecture. Soaking in the giant tub with a bath bomb and bubbles was a good way to relax.

“In here!”

Suguru entered and greeted you with a smile before leaning over to kiss you. “Hi bunny.”

You felt sad upon seeing his hand on the edge of the tub, “You’re hurt?”

“It’s nothin’ to worry about, got room for me in there?” He stripped his suit off and briefly washed his hands despite the sting against his wounds.

You hummed and slid forward to create space, “I’ll take a look at it once we’re done.” He kissed your nape and pulled you back against his chest when he was settled.

“How was my girl’s day? You seem stressed.” It’d be dumb to think he didn’t notice your mood right away. He paid genuine attention to you, your feelings and your needs. Suguru knew you better than anyone. Everyone.

You groaned and leaned your head back to rest on him, “I had my double biology lecture today with my professor that never takes late work. I submitted my paper a minute past midnight the other day and I swear he was glaring at me. It was ONE minute, what difference does it make? He already took five points off automatically for the late submission so why am I getting the stink eye? I’ve already been penalized! He’s a hard grader too, there’s stuff I thought I understood but got wrong on the midterm and now I’m not up to my standard grade.”

The temptation to take care of, in one way or another, the professor giving you trouble was strong, but his absence of teaching would probably stress you out more. “I’m sorry bun, only a few weeks left and you won’t have to worry about him anymore.” Strong arms wrapped around your shoulders for extra comfort.

“It just sucks, I hate being a disappointment.”

“You’re never a disappointment, never. The guy obviously has a stick up his ass and takes it out on his students. You’re such a smarty pants, your grades are excellent. One professor in the grand scheme of things won’t matter.”

You didn’t realize how tired and tense you were until he reassured you. “It’s hard to remember that sometimes, thank you.” You turned your head and kissed him softly.

“Did you eat dinner yet?”

You shook your head and he frowned, it was pretty late and you hadn’t eaten. “Was waiting for you, and I couldn’t decide. I wasn’t too hungry anyway.”

“How about we get something delivered? You need to eat whether I’m home or not, it’s important.”

You curled in on yourself the slightest bit, “I know… I just really miss you sometimes and I like when we eat together. Can we have curry?”

“Curry it is then. C’mon let me get out first.”

Suguru stood up, got out of the tub and dried off before he assisted you and toweled you off himself. Your soft and fluffy robe was held out for you, which he also took the liberty of tying.

“Let me see your hand, your knuckles are all torn up.” Your face clearly showed your concern. He loved that about you, how you had your heart on your sleeve.

It only took a few minutes, but you took care in applying ointment and wrapping his knuckles so they would heal. You finished your job with a kiss over his hand and he’d never admit it but the action made him blush. He had no choice but to hug you immediately in thanks so you wouldn’t notice.

(You noticed. You thought it was cute.)

“Thank you bunny, you’re always a great little nurse. So, curry?”

“Yes please.” You nodded your head and followed him into the living room.

He called you the nurse but in your eyes, he took care of you way better than you could take care of him.

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[gojonanami]

thinking about yakuza!gojo and yakuza!geto whose families have both issued proposals to your own yakuza family. and the two aren't very interested in marriage -- until you've gathered them both up and threaten them to convince their families to rescind the proposals. and suddenly, they're very interested in you.

and now you have two yakuza heirs fighting over who gets to marry you.

[hotties4gojo]

how would the yakuza au characters react to user getting hurt :3

IS THIS 🦊 ANON COS THIS WAS SENT BEFORE I TALKED ABOUT EMOJI ASSIGNMENTS… hi if it’s u 😁 but also hi regardless TEHE

I’m assuming u mean Someone harming us right… I’ll roll with that

• oyabun gojo is unfortunately a little toooo used to having to hurt/kill those that have wronged you (secretary!reader), but when you get hurt? whoever put their hands on you is getting their hands chopped off. then their feet. and then and then and then—

he will 100% crash out. nuclear level. you and nanami and choso have to hold him back from killing entire bloodlines for your sake… and then he gets you to a doctor if needed. still, though, nobody can hold back gojo fucking satoru for long. this isn’t simple dirty work so he doesn’t send anyone out to take care of the issue; he personally handles it and comes back with a borderline manic smile and blood staining his pristine white hair. “honeyyyy, I’m home! what’s for dinner?”

even when You give yourself accidental paper cuts gojo’s acting like it’s the end of the world. he falls to his knees and everything

• informant shoko is dead silent when you (stripper!reader) show her bruises from some yakuza scum that got a little too drunk and a little too handsy. her eye is twitching and her mole twists with it. “evade my questions all you want and make excuses for them, but best believe I’m finding out who did this, princess,” she murmurs as she gets you an ice pack.

shoko gives you personal self-defense lessons because you never know when something worse could happen to you. on a day that you’re busy, she seeks out gojo and choso with the intel she’s gathered on some sleazy man and gives them the file she collected. “say less,” both men mutter, already plotting.

but if you simply injured yourself while taking a fall or from standing and dancing in heels for too long, shoko sighs as she forces you to sit down. “silly girl. i’m gonna have to wrap you in bubble wrap,” she teases as she makes you rest while she plays caretaker, babying you more than she should.

• wakagashira-hosa choso has the biggest frown on his face when he spots injuries on your (teacher!reader) precious body. “who? where? why? tell me everything, darling. don’t leave anything out.” he and gojo pay off the police to scour security footage to find the fucker who dared to mug you or target you for simply being close to choso because he has wayyyy too many enemies that would do anything to get at him.

he makes sure you’re patched up and safe at his apartment with yuuji before he goes out on the hunt, hands steadier than they’ve ever been as he gives hell to the fucker in question. choso comes back with dried blood flaking off of his hands and even more blending in with the dark fabric of his suit, waves off your concerns, and showers before sitting with you and yuuji on the couch. choso angsts over the fact that you got hurt for days longer than he should.

• oyabun geto’s mind is ten steps ahead the second he finds out you (angels!reader & yuki’s younger sibling) got fucked up in some garuda’s angels related scuffle. you can of course handle yourself (he’s literally played witness to you beating the breaks off of people) and don’t need his help… but he’s still gonna intervene. if he had a little less restraint, he’d probably burn down the entire city.

you’re used to his protectiveness and you have no plans on stopping him from going on a mini warpath so you either stay home or accompany him. people hate to see THIS couple coming. especially when geto is smiling as if he’s not about to break their ribs and you’re a few steps behind, whistling the whole while and spinning your weapon of choice. both of you have fun with your prey before letting heads roll.

other times you’re scraped up from a motorcycle accident and geto tsks as he treats your wounds. “and you wonder why I refuse to get on that motorcycle of yours with you,” he’s muttering, shaking his head when you laugh it off. what is he gonna do with you?

• oyabun sukuna finds out about the incident before you (civilian!reader) even get the chance to tell him yourself. his nostrils flare like a bull’s as he corners you, demanding that you corroborate what he heard and tell him any extra information, and frowns when you’re like ‘it’s not a big deal, I thought it was funny that they’d even try to target me.’ “nobody is fucking laughing except for you,” sukuna grouches. “there’s something so fucking wrong with you. anyways, I’ll handle it. sit tight.”

he has way too many enemies so people from the gojo-gumi, the sutoraifu-gumi, and even the garuda’s angels trying to kill you is practically a weekly occurrence. as much as he’d like to dump you into one of his warehouses and keep you safe there forever, whooping ass on your behalf is good enough. no weapons, no underlings doing the work for him— sukuna snaps necks or beats whoever that hurt you to death.

• garuda’s angels leader yuki has toji on the line the second you (orphanageworker!reader) finish speaking. “tojiiii, i need you to track some people down for me. I’ll have utahime come babysit megumi for you,” she sings into the phone, all cheery even though her eyes are colder than ice. bodies are about to stop dropping like flies. not that she tells you this.

if she goes out to handle it herself, you catch on as she’s sliding on her jacket and putting on her boots and you scold her, telling her that people don’t deserve to be hurt on your behalf. she strongly disagrees, but she’ll sigh softly and pull you into her arms. “you’re too merciful, angel,” yuki murmurs as she steers you to bed. watching movies with you will be enough to distract you from considering the fact that toji could be out there guns blazing in yuki’s stead, right?

[mullermilkshake]

Like a curse

Jujutsu Kaisen, Yakuza AU (Set during 80s Japan)

Just want to see and write what the Jujutsu kaisen characters we know and love would be like if they lived in 80s Japan and were Yakuza instead of sorcerer’s.

Tag list

Prologue

Character profiles

Meet the cast

The Twelve days of fluffmas

Yakuza! AU arcs (???)

-> The client list

(More coming soon)

Ryomen Sukuna

Satoru Gojo

Suguru Geto

Kento Nanami

Toji Fushiguro

Choso Kamo

Hiromi Higuruma

Takuma Ino

Masamichi Yaga

Naoya Zenin

[envy-of-the-apple]

I cant stop thinking about mafia boss suguru constantly changing plans for reader on the fly everytime he meets her since the DAY HE MET YOU IN PERSON

I just feel like he is because i kept thinking back on reader's fumble at suguru's meeting and making her sit on his lap, that's just an out of pocket thing to do to your employee(especially if youre turning a blind eye to him and his tame advancements) and my brain got out of hand with its assumptions every moment suguru decides what to do with reader

I mean it would be a cute (twisted)romance when he mentioned doing his background check with apathy then when he met you for real he never expected a barrage of feelings he felt for you, so originally he would pimp you out, but in you go to do office work instead because youre mine or rather ours now, and then proceeded to do an impressive feat of lightning quick decisions that luckily tips to his favor, like your confrontation with your father's aggrieved enemies and was presented with fool proof of an opportunity to have a solid future with you(im fuming he just let that dude go and let men from rivaling groups vex us!)

As much as premeditated machinations go, lucky bastard suguru is unironically funny and brushing with your father's enemy feels like a moment he never anticipated?? Idk, that part cemented what my brain is cooking of him

Would you ever consider dropping another part for suguru's pov? I really wanna know at what point he fell for reader(and i wanna know what hes thinking when reader said "just for one night 🥺")

omg seeing this in my inbox was such a treat! I love it when yall get analytical.

What can I say? Suguru is an opportunist, he's sadistic enough to let you get bullied and tossed around a little, just so you can plead and cry so prettily in his arms. If if makes you feel any better, Suguru was keeping a close eye on the men who crashed Miss Gem's apartment, and made sure you weren't there to get hurt. He just wanted to scare you enough to coax you into his arms lololol. So many people theorized that he was the one who orchestrated it, (he didn't, suguru hates getting his hands dirty). How could he have known that letting that man get away would cause this domino effect? If anything he and his husband are the good guys for giving you a refuge for such a low price.

Omg the love at first sight trope is so funny for Suguru. Buuut if you reread the fic again you might find that's not exactly what happened:).

I really like the way this ended so I probably wont be making a part two or anything in suguru's pov. buut to answer your last question suguru was definitely nodding along but in his head he was going 'right like we're ever letting you go after this'.

After all, it wasn't really a choice. But for your sake, he made you think you had one. See, he really does love you;)

[isabeauwolf]

Pfff, me with Overhaul, Dabi, Sukuna and Geto

Who's yours?

[anonimusunnoaniswriting]

Guys LOOK AT THIS GORGEOUSNESS.

This is the only way I'm imagining Geto in my Yakuza!AU from now.

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[neganobu]

Am I the only person who sees the parallels or…

[shewasverynice]

Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga)呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)  MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS

Rating: Explicit 

Major Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con 

Content Warnings: Dubious Consent, Prostitution, Drug Use, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Blood and Violence

Categories: F/M, Multi, F/F 

Relationships: Gojo Satoru/Original Female Character(s), Nanami Kento/Original Female Character(s), Getou Suguru/Original Female Character(s), Ieiri Shoko & Iori Utahime 

Major Characters: Original Characters, Gojo Satoru, Getou Suguru, Nanami Kento, Okkotsu Yuuta, Toudou Aoi, Zenin Naobito, Zenin Jinichi, Zenin, Zenin Ougi, Fushiguro Megumi, Kamo Clan, Nitta Akari, Inumaki Toge, Ieiri Shoko, Iori Utahime, Kusakabe Atsuya, Muta Kokichi, Itadori Yuuji, Hakari Kinji

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　Chapter 17　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

The room was eerily quiet, the kind of silence that pressed down on the chest, making it hard to breathe. The air was thick with the scent of incense, though the sticks had long since burned out, leaving only a thin trail of smoke that spiraled upward before dissipating into nothingness. A solitary figure sat at a table, his back straight, shoulders tense. In front of him, a small pile of ashes sat in an ornate, yet impersonal urn. There was no picture, no flowers, no mementos—just ashes and silence.

He sat there, hands clenched tightly in his lap, the fabric of his black suit pulling slightly at the seams. The suit was new, stiff and uncomfortable, bought for this occasion, though the occasion itself felt more like an insult than a tribute. The absence of others was palpable; the emptiness of the room spoke louder than any eulogy could have. This was supposed to be a funeral, but it felt more like a mockery—a cold, indifferent gesture from a clan that cared so little about the man who had been reduced to ash.

The anger simmered just beneath the surface, bubbling up like magma in a volcano, threatening to erupt at any moment. His jaw clenched, the muscles tensing as he fought to keep his emotions in check. But it was a losing battle. The anger was too strong, too deep-rooted. How could they do this? How could they show such blatant disregard for someone who, despite everything, was still one of them? The man in front of him—his father—had been many things, but he was still blood. And yet, they couldn’t even be bothered to attend his funeral.

The door creaked open behind him, and a figure stepped inside, the sound of footsteps echoing through the empty room. He didn’t turn around, didn’t acknowledge the presence behind him. He knew who it was before the man even spoke.

“So… this is it, huh?” The voice was casual, almost dismissive, as if commenting on the weather rather than the remains of a family member. “Shame, really. He could have been something, but… well, you know how it is.”

The man standing at the doorway offered a half-hearted sigh, the kind that didn’t reach his eyes, before giving a perfunctory nod toward the urn. “He’ll be missed… or whatever.”

The words were empty, devoid of any real sentiment or care. There was no emotion in them, no weight. They were just words—hollow, meaningless. With that, the man turned on his heel and walked out, the door creaking shut behind him.

The silence returned, heavier now, suffocating. The figure seated at the table slowly stood, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles were white. His breath came in sharp, shallow bursts as he fought to contain the storm raging inside him. But no tears fell. There were no tears left for this. Just anger—pure, unadulterated anger.

He stared at the urn for a moment longer, the anger building until it was nearly unbearable. And then, without a word, he turned and stormed out of the empty funeral parlor, leaving the ashes—and the indifference of his clan—behind.

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The office was dimly lit, casting long shadows across the walls. The heavy scent of tobacco hung in the air, mingling with the sterile scent of old paper and polished wood. Nanami sat behind his desk, his hands clasped together, eyes fixed on the man lounging across from him. Gojo, as usual, was anything but professional. He was tipped back in his chair, legs casually propped up on the desk, his thick sunglasses completely obscuring his eyes. A cigarette dangled lazily from his lips, the smoke curling upward in thin wisps.

Nanami’s jaw clenched slightly at the sight, but he held his tongue. He knew there was no point in telling Gojo to sit properly. It would just lead to another pointless argument, and Nanami didn’t have the energy for that. Not today. He had more important matters to discuss, and Gojo’s antics, as irritating as they were, weren’t going to distract him.

“I’m going to ask you about some information I’ve found,” Nanami began, his voice calm but carrying an undercurrent of tension, “And I need the truth from you, Gojo.”

Gojo flicked down his sunglasses with a single finger, his bright blue eyes locking onto Nanami’s. He stared for a moment, the weight of his gaze almost oppressive, before he shrugged lightly. “Sure, whatever,” he said, his tone as nonchalant as ever.

Nanami resisted the urge to sigh in frustration. He needed to keep his composure, needed to stay focused. “What do you know about Q.N.?” he asked, his tone direct, cutting through the thick air between them.

Gojo’s expression shifted, the easy smile fading slightly as he leaned back in his chair, the cigarette forgotten between his fingers. He sighed deeply, rubbing his face with his free hand, clearly weighing his words before he spoke. “I know that Q.N. had a hand in all of this,” he finally admitted, his voice lower, more serious, “They were the one who wanted Sarah to be the vessel for Sukuna. They set up the ritual, made sure everything was in place.”

Nanami’s eyes narrowed slightly. This was more than he had expected Gojo to admit. "Anything else?" He pressed.

Gojo’s jaw tightened, his hand dropping from his face. “My mother was the only one who defended me from Q.N. when I took Sarah in after the ritual," he said quietly, "When I kept her locked away, sedated with whatever I could get, I was trying to figure out what the hell to do next. No one else in the clan gave a shit. They were all too busy fighting their own battles, playing their own games and trying to take her from me.”

Nanami took a deep breath, considering his next words carefully. “I’ve found some information that will likely upset you,” he said slowly, watching Gojo’s reaction.

Gojo sat up slightly, his casual demeanor slipping as he focused on Nanami. “What is it?” he asked, his voice tense.

Nanami leaned forward, his eyes serious. “With the information we found in Malaysia, along with everything Sarah uncovered over the years, and the intel from the art auction and one of Tenjiku’s informants… I’ve discovered that Q.N. is a Gojo clan member.”

Gojo’s eyes flashed with anger, but there was no surprise in them. He had suspected as much. But before he could speak, Nanami continued, his voice steady but carrying a weight that made Gojo pause.

“Q.N. stands for Queen of Night.”

Gojo’s hands clenched into fists, the cigarette crumbling between his fingers. “Why are you saying it like that?” he asked, his voice low, dangerous.

Nanami didn’t flinch. “Queen of Night,” he repeated, emphasizing each word, “Does that phrase mean anything to you? Specifically, does it relate to any of the Gojo elders? Someone with a particular affinity for night-blooming cactus plants, perhaps?”

Gojo’s eyes went wide, his breath catching in his throat. He shot up from his chair, moving toward the door with a sudden, desperate urgency. “I have to go,” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

Nanami was on his feet in an instant, blocking Gojo’s path. “You can’t just leave, Gojo,” he said firmly, his hand on Gojo’s chest to stop him, “This information could be enough to end the war. You need to stay and help us figure this out.”

“This is more than just a shitty war!” Gojo snapped, his voice rising as he tried to push past Nanami, “You don’t understand—”

“Then make me understand!” Nanami retorted, his own frustration finally breaking through. “You always do this—running off, doing your own thing, leaving us to clean up the mess. But this time, it’s different. We need to know who Q.N. is, and we need to know now.”

Gojo’s eyes blazed with anger, but there was something else there too—something deeper, more painful. He looked at Nanami for a long moment, the room heavy with tension, before finally, he broke.

“It’s my Mother,” he spat out, the words dripping with bitterness, “Q.N. is my Mother.”

Nanami’s eyes widened, the revelation hitting him like a punch to the gut. He stepped back, giving Gojo space as the implications of what he had just learned settled in.

Gojo ran a hand through his hair, his entire body trembling with barely-contained rage. “She’s the one behind all of this,” he said, his voice raw, “She’s the one who orchestrated everything. She bought her... she... she's the one who made Sarah the vessel then tried to... She tried to get rid of her at Tenjiku too... I don't know why I didn't see it...”

The room fell into a heavy silence, the weight of the truth pressing down on them both. Nanami stared at Gojo, seeing the pain and anger in his eyes, and for the first time, truly understanding the burden he carried.

“We have to stop her,” Nanami finally said, his voice quiet but resolute, “Whatever it takes, we have to stop her.”

"What the fuck is she trying to do?" Gojo gritted, "Have you figured it out?"

"Not the end goal, no," Nanami said, "We just know the plan with Sarah was to create the blood based drug from her and create curses. Q.N. has been wise and not written down anything more than dates and numbers mostly."

"No convenient manifestos?" Gojo chuckled darkly, his eyes on the floor as he shook his head, "Figures. That sneaky bitch." Gojo looked up at Nanami again and asked, "Did you find out what she was drugging me with?"

Nanami paused. He was taken aback by the straightforward question, assuming Gojo wouldn't have asked. "She was dosing you with a mix of oxycodone and various herbs," Nanami murmured, "It started sometime around 2003."

"Right," Gojo said, his voice tense, "Yeah, that makes sense. That's around when I was getting too close to Sarah."

"Gojo," Nanami started, unsure how to word what he wanted to say, "I am sorry, for what happened to you. I can't imagine how confusing and difficult it must have been to be under the influence so young and without your own knowledge... But I--."

"Yeah," Gojo replied, cutting him off, "I get it. I know. You don't have to say anything."

"No, I should," Nanami said, "I've been very harsh with you about some matters before I learned everything. I still think that you're too unpredictable and have little discipline, but I apologize for how I spoke to you about your past. It's not your fault. What happened back then was out of your control and I apologize for implying it was."

"Thanks..." Gojo said softly, the corner of his lips twitching into a small smile for a moment, "I'm sorry I've had such a hard time with all of this. I'm really trying but--"

"There's no more time for trying," Nanami said, cutting him off with his stern demeanor returning, "We have no more time to try anything. We have to do it and commit to our decisions."

"I need to go find my mother," Gojo said as his fists were clenching again, "Especially before... Anyone else does."

"Who else would have figured this out?" Nanami asked, but Gojo only shook his head.

"Let's just get Suguru," Gojo said, opening the door, "We need to get over to Kyoto and talk to her right now."

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"More," Geto gritted out with his face buried in the crook of Rin's shoulder. The bed beneath them creaked with each heavy thrust, the headboard tapping on the wall.

"That's it darling," he huffed, "No need to be afraid...  More, please?"

Rin whimpered, her eyes rolling back as he continued to fuck her. Deep and languid, he was taking his time to savor every inch of her. He inhaled the scent of her skin, the mix of his cigarettes on her breath with that sickening copper tinge of blood.

"More, huh?" She purred.

"More," he whispered urgently. "More, darling. Please... I need more."

She whined again, her legs locking around his waist. Her nails dug deeper into his back, her moan of pleasure blending with his own moan of pain.

"Good girl," he gasped into her ear, those heavy thrusts getting faster and shallower and sloppier.

Warm blood dripped between her fingers, gliding down his back in streaking beads. The tracks left were raw, still oozing as the air stung on the exposed flesh.

"Mmn! Fuck!" He grunted out his words between breaths, "Fuck, that burns. Dig those nails deeper, baby. Deeper, now. Drag them harder."

His arms wrapped around her tighter. Faster, shakier and desperate. His breath mixed with a hissing growl before he pleaded.

"Can you hurt me some more?"

She huffed, her hips canting up and a foot falling back down into the sheets. Her toes curled as he thrust harder and harder, her nails raking down his back and her head pressing back into the pillow.

Sweat dripped off his chin while be nudged her head up to kiss her. Her nails withdrew from his muscles and he moaned into her open mouth, the sound melting into a breathless chuckle.

"I'm cumming..." he gasped out, "Nn! Baby, I'm-- I'm cumming!"

He panted, his open mouth against hers and his ears buzzing. She squirmed beneath him, his seed seeping out through their connection.

"Just one more, hmm? Help me get there?" He whispered, gently placing his forehead to hers.

Rin's eyes were sparkling, eager for another. She grinned at him, the stain of his blood still on her teeth. "Now where?" She mumbled, wetting her lips with her tongue.

"Throat p-please," he mumbled out, his voice strained "Choke me, darling. Dig your nails into my-- my--mmnn!! Yeah! R-right there, right there—"

Rin's nails dug in when her fingers curled around his throat, the thin skin breaking easily. The sun peaking through the blinds reflected off the shiny tracks down his cheeks, the tears of pain rolling freely and mixing with the fresh blood from his neck. He coughed and choked out a moan as she squeezed tighter, his cock hardening again in her cunt. His thin eyes were barely cracked open, his pale skin flushing red.

"F-fuh-uck!" He gasped, his nose pressing into her cheek as his hips slowly surged forward. His legs trembled before she released her hold and he inhaled deeply.

"Again... Again!" He pleaded, pressing his mouth sloppily to hers, panting too hard to seal their lips. His tongue hung loosely in her mouth and his breath hitched when her fingers wrapped around again.

The veins in his neck popped out from the exertion and he choked again. Her nails sliced new red crescents into his skin

"Agh—" he coughed out, "It-- It h-hurts— Aah!!"

"That's what you wanted," she said with a grin, his eyes rolling back, "You asked, you got it slut."

Her words were... Wrong... Not something she would say. His eyes shot open, refocusing. Not Rin... Not her... No wonder it didn't hurt right. No wonder she wasn't crying those sweet tears... Instead Boe smirked at him, her tongue caught between her teeth in a gleeful smirk.

He sighed, and buried his face into her shoulder, kissing her neck. She shuddered as his sharp canines broke skin and found blood.

"My turn," he mumbled, "Sit still for me..."

The door burst open and Geto barely slowed his thrusts, lifting his head to look blearily at the intruders. He barely registered Gojo's white hair before he heard the dark chuckle from his best friend's lips.

"Oh shit, so you just fuck anyone huh?" He said, not to Geto but to Boe.

Boe shrugged, running her fingertips down the deep scratches down Geto's back, "So what? You mad?"

"Bitch, I don't give a--"

"Can I-- nn! Can I have a minute please?" Geto huffed as he sat up. He clicked his tongue, looking down in disgust at Boe before he said, "... The moment was ruined anyway."

"Not my fault," she shrugged as she rolled onto her front to reach for the cigarettes on the end table, "I don't know what kind of shit she used to say to you."

Nanami peeked over his shoulder, still facing away in the doorway. Geto's eyes flicked over to the blond for a moment, an uncomfortable tension building between them for a beat before Gojo plopped down on the bed and lit a cigarette off of Boe's.

"We gotta go see my mom," Gojo grumbled, "Turns out her ass is Q.N., can you believe that?"

Boe and Geto shared a look this time before Geto shifted to get out of bed. He politely laid the sheet over Boe's naked body before he got up to get dressed. The cuts on his neck and back slowly faded as the reverse cursed energy kicked in, but he still grabbed a towel to wipe the excess blood off with a towel hanging off the dresser.

"So... Nothin'?" Gojo asked, "Nothin' to say about that or--"

"I'm thinking, Satoru." Geto snapped.

Gojo blinked, surprised by his outburst. Geto immediately ran a hand through his hair before he looked back and smiled at Satoru, "I'm sorry. Just the blue balls talking..."

"My bad man," Gojo said with a smirk, "Want us to leave?"

"Fuck that," Boe laughed, "Moods gone already." She slipped her top on then playfully nudged Gojo's chin with her fist, "Unless you both--"

"Boe."

"Or all threeee?" Her grin widened as Nanami tried to interject, laughing as he turned away with an angry grunt. The uncomfortable silence was filled with the shifting of clothes as Geto and Boe dressed.

On her way out, she walked up to him and stood on her toes to whisper. "Be careful. Don't let them know the plan, hmm?"

Geto watched her leave, scowling as she brushed her hand down Nanami's thigh with a laugh. Nanami cleared his throat, stepping into the room once she was gone. "That girl is dangerous," he mumbled, "What was she up to?"

"Nothing important," Geto said, smiling as he pulled on a blazer over his red silk shirt, "Now, what was it you two needed? What kind of fun are we up to today?"

Gojo, for once, didn’t have a witty retort. He pushed his sunglasses up onto his head, revealing eyes that were stormy with unresolved emotions. He said, "We need to see my mother. Now."

Geto frowned, sensing something deeper beneath Gojo's terse words. "Why the rush?" He asked, "What's happening?"

Gojo’s eyes flickered with something close to desperation. "We need to get to her before anyone else does," he said, wringing his hands.

Nanami glanced at Gojo, his own expression carefully neutral, though there was a hint of worry in his eyes. "You’ve said that before, Gojo. What aren’t you telling us?" He asked.

Gojo ran a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated, but the anxiety in his movements was unmistakable. "I promise, I’ll tell you everything once I get the details myself," he said, "But right now, we need to move. There’s no time to waste."

Geto studied Gojo for a long moment, trying to read the emotions hidden behind his friend’s usually impenetrable mask. But whatever he saw there was enough to convince him. He nodded, slipping his feet into his shoes by the door. "Alright. Let’s go."

The three of them moved quickly, their footsteps echoing down the corridor as they made their way out. But as they reached the entrance, they came to a sudden stop. Standing in the way, was Megumi Zen'in. His eyes were dark, almost black, filled with a murderous intent that made the three older men pause.

Gojo’s expression shifted to a glare, but there was a hint of something softer, something almost pained in his gaze. "Move aside, Megumi," he said coldly, "I really don’t want to have to kill a kid today."

Megumi didn’t move. He just stared at them, his face contorted in a mix of rage and despair. Nanami, sensing the volatility of the situation, spoke up, his voice calm but firm, "Megumi, if you need to talk to Itadori—"

"Shut up!" Megumi's shout was like a thunderclap, silencing everything around them. His hands were shaking, and as he shouted, a small plastic baggie slipped from his fingers and fell to the ground.

The sight of the baggie sent a shockwave through the three older men. It wasn’t just any baggie. It was filled with a fine, dark powder—cursed energy residue. The implications were immediate and terrifying.

Before they could react, Megumi's cursed technique surged out of control. Shadow creatures erupted from the darkness, twisting and writhing like nightmares given form. The air crackled with cursed energy, and the world around them was swallowed by darkness.

"Shit!" Gojo swore, immediately activating his Infinity as the shadows surged toward them. He didn’t want to hurt Megumi, but the power pouring out of the boy was overwhelming, a force of nature that threatened to consume everything in its path.

Geto and Nanami were quick to follow suit, their own techniques flaring to life. Geto summoned curses to counter the shadow creatures, while Nanami used his ratio technique to strike with precision, aiming to incapacitate rather than kill.

But Megumi was relentless. His anger and pain fueled his cursed technique as the drug made it wild and uncontrollable. The shadows moved like a living thing, coiling and striking with lethal intent. The battle was fierce, the older men struggling to keep up with the onslaught while trying not to seriously injure Megumi.

Gojo’s usual smirk was gone, replaced by a look of grim determination. He could see the pain in Megumi’s eyes, the darkness that had taken hold of him, and it twisted something deep inside him. But there was no time to dwell on it. They had to stop him before he tore himself apart.

With a sudden burst of energy, Gojo unleashed a powerful blast of cursed energy, dispersing the shadows around him. "Enough!" he shouted, his voice carrying a command that echoed through the darkness.

The force of Gojo's attack momentarily stunned Megumi, giving Nanami the opening he needed. With a precise strike, he aimed for a pressure point, knocking Megumi out cold.

The shadows dissipated immediately, the cursed energy vanishing as quickly as it had appeared. The air was thick with the aftermath of battle, the ground littered with the remnants of shadow creatures.

The three men gathered around Megumi’s unconscious form, their breaths heavy with exertion. Nanami knelt down, checking Megumi’s pulse with a practiced hand. Relief washed over him as he found it steady, though faint.

“He’s alive,” Nanami confirmed, his voice tinged with exhaustion. He looked up at Gojo, who was staring down at Megumi with an unreadable expression.

The silence that followed was heavy, almost suffocating. The hallway seemed to close in around them, the air thick with tension. Geto broke the silence with a statement that sent a chill through the room.

"We should kill him," he said, his voice calm, almost too calm, as if he were suggesting something as mundane as what to have for dinner.

Gojo’s brows furrowed, his gaze snapping to Geto. He stared at his friend, trying to understand what he had just heard. There was confusion in his eyes, but more than that, there was a deep sense of betrayal. "What the hell are you saying, Suguru?" He asked, his voice hushed.

Nanami, however, reacted immediately, his expression hardening with disbelief. "No. Absolutely not." He said, His voice was firm, leaving no room for doubt. "Megumi is a child, barely more than sixteen years old," he said, "He’s hardly to blame for the actions of his elders. His death would be no better than Toji killing Fumiya."

Geto didn’t flinch at Nanami’s words. His eyes, usually warm and inviting, were cold, almost calculating as he explained his reasoning. "It’s necessary," he explained calmly, "If we want to end this war, we have to strike a blow that will make the Zen'in hesitate, make them reconsider their actions. Megumi is likely their strongest asset, their greatest hope for the future. Removing him would force them to back off."

Nanami shook his head, his anger barely contained. "He’s a child, Suguru!" He nearly shouted, "This isn’t a war against children. What kind of message does that send? How does killing him benefit anyone?"

Geto’s gaze didn’t waver, his expression unyielding. "He’s a child who came here to kill, Nanami," he continued, "He was ready to take our lives and took that drug to have the power to do it. You saw it yourself—his cursed technique was out of control. If we let him go, who’s to say he won’t come back stronger, more dangerous? And next time, we might not be able to stop him."

Nanami stared at Geto, a sinking feeling settling in his gut. There was something different in Geto’s eyes, something darker, more resolute. The man who had once been his comrade, someone he trusted implicitly despite their differences, now seemed like a stranger. There had always been tension between them, ideological differences that they often butted heads over, but this…this was something else. A deep-seated hatred that Nanami didn’t recognize, something that made his blood run cold.

"Under no circumstances should Megumi be killed," Nanami said again, his voice low and dangerous, "We are not executioners. We’re supposed to be protectors."

Geto’s expression didn’t change. "And I’m saying this as a protector," he said, "Sometimes, to protect the greater good, sacrifices must be made."

Before the argument could escalate further, Gojo intervened, picking up Megumi’s unconscious form with ease. "Fuck this," he said, his tone brokering no argument, "We’re not killing him. We’ll keep him captive. That should solve the problem for now."

The decision made, Gojo carried Megumi out of the room, his footsteps echoing down the hallway as he descended to the basement level. The tension in the room didn’t dissipate with his departure; if anything, it grew thicker, heavier.

Geto and Nanami were left alone, the silence between them thick with unspoken words. Nanami’s deep scowl clashed with Geto’s easy, almost mocking smile. The air between them was charged, a battle of wills playing out in the space of a few heartbeats.

Nanami knew something was wrong. The Geto he knew would never have suggested killing a child, no matter the circumstances. But the man standing before him now was different, changed in ways Nanami couldn’t yet understand. There was a darkness in his eyes, a bitterness that Nanami had never seen before. It made him wary, made him question everything he thought he knew about his comrade.

Even when Gojo returned, urging them to leave quickly, Nanami couldn’t shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong. His better judgment screamed at him to confront Geto, to demand answers, but he ignored it, choosing instead to trust in the bond they had shared for so long.

As they left the building, the air was thick with tension and uncertainty. Nanami’s mind was filled with questions, doubts gnawing at him, but he kept them to himself. There would be time for answers later, he told himself.

Geto trailed behind ever so slightly. The tension from their earlier exchange lingered in the air like a dense fog, but he moved with an unsettling calm, as if nothing had transpired. His hand slipped into his pocket, fingers brushing over the cool surface of his phone. With practiced ease, he pulled it out and quickly typed a message, his thumb flying over the screen with a precision that spoke of familiarity. The dark grin that curled his lips was brief, quickly hidden away as he hit send and pocketed the device again.

Neither Gojo nor Nanami seemed to notice, their attention focused elsewhere—Gojo, lost in thought, likely contemplating the implications of what they’d just witnessed, and Nanami, still fuming silently over their earlier conversation. Geto caught up to them easily, his face a mask of serene indifference, but for a fleeting moment, there was a glint in his eyes, something cruel and sharp that flickered and then vanished as quickly as it had appeared.

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A faint beep interrupted the silence in a dimly lit bedroom. A phone screen illuminated, casting a pale blue glow over the face of the man slouched in bed. He was sprawled lazily across the mattress, an expression of boredom etched into his features. But as the text pinged on his phone, his eyes flickered with interest, and a wicked grin began to creep across his lips. The boredom evaporated in an instant, replaced by something far darker, more menacing.

He straightened up, a low chuckle bubbling up from his throat. It was a sound filled with malice, a dark giggle that reverberated in the quiet room. The message on his phone was short, but it was enough. Enough to stir the twisted satisfaction that lay coiled within him.

His fingers danced across the screen in reply, his smile growing wider with each tap. The anticipation of what was to come sent a thrill through him, and he could hardly contain his excitement. The time for boredom had passed; now there was only the thrill of the game, the pleasure of playing his part in the grand scheme that was unfolding.

With a final tap, he sent his reply and got up from the bed, his movements fluid and purposeful. That dark giggle escaped his lips once more as he grabbed his jacket, pulling it on with a flourish. There was a gleam in his eyes, a glint of something dangerously unhinged, as he made his way to the door. He paused for a moment, glancing back at the room as if savoring the last vestiges of the quiet before the storm.

And then he was gone, the door clicking shut behind him as he stepped out into the hall, that wicked smile never leaving his face. The game was on, and Hakari was more than ready to play his part.

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[kirbykonka]

I am Goro Akechi. I am Light Yagami. I am Suguru Geto. I am Goro Majima. I am Jinx. I am Sephiroth.

What do all these characters have in common?

They’re hot

[thejujvtsupost]

Collar Crimes -> Pouring Rain

It’s technically not April (when i originally planned to write this) but life happens. I’m thinking the next one is gonna be how they met but lmk if you guys want something else. 💗

Notes: some of reader’s insecurities come out, Suguru’s a sweetheart, talks of violence and very light gore.

“Sweetheart?”

“‘M sorry! I’ll come back later- uh I’ll see you at home!”

(On a completely unrelated note, calling you sweetheart in front of everyone made your cheeks flush and heart flutter just the tiniest bit.)

This would be the first time you’ve interrupted his business. You should have knocked and now, on top of the humiliation of dripping water everywhere, you embarrassed yourself.

It was rare for you to go to Suguru‘s office, and certainly not unattended and unprompted. His building was closer to your evening class on campus than the penthouse and you were shivering and cold and completely soaked from the pouring rain.

Well, the rain wouldn’t have been so bad if it weren’t dark or for the car that drove by and drenched you.

“Leave.”

You flinched at his tone and bit your lip to stop it from trembling. You couldn’t let yourself cry in front of everyone and make it worse, you screwed up more than enough. Your head was already down and you were on your way out the door as fast as you could but you were blocked by the bodies of the other men leaving the room.

Oh. He meant the people he was meeting with, to your relief. Maybe he wasn’t too mad then?

“Not you bunny, c’mere. What happened? You must be freezing.” Warm arms wrapped around your shivering frame and held you close uncaring if he got wet too, a kiss to your forehead helped calm your anxiety from your interruption.

“I’m sorry for barging in, no one was out at the desk to tell me you were busy so I thought it was okay. I didn’t know- ” you were guided to the desk and onto the surface while he looked for something in the closet— a change of clothes.

“I don’t care about that, you’re always my first priority so never apologize. Why are you wet, sweetheart? I thought you had your seven pm class.”

“I did, but its raining so hard and my phone died so I couldn’t call anyone for a ride and my friends already left and I didn’t have an umbrella and I figured I’d just walk and try to be quick but then a car splashed me and I was so cold and tired and-” you took a big breath to calm down and stop rambling, “It was too much- dark too, and this was closer than going straight home.” You still felt bad for interrupting his meeting, but the warmer you got the less you regretted it.

Suguru closed the blinds to his office hummed in sympathy. (he never liked those damn friends of yours, they never valued you enough in his opinion and the fact that they left you there without even offering a ride only proved that) and started helping you out of the wet clothes clinging to your skin before placing them in a plastic bag to take home later. “You have my clothes here?”

He smiled, “You know I’m always prepared, but I figured they’d come in handy at some point. It’s just an outfit or two in a go bag for emergencies.” Your heart swelled, he was always so thoughtful when it came to you . “I got a few blankets and pillow too after you fell asleep here the first time, if you’re interested. I have to stay a few more hours but if you would rather go home I can have someone drive you.”

You shook your head, “I’d like to stay please, if it’s not a bother.”

“Of course it isn’t, why else do you think I have the blankets and pillow, bunny? You’re my bunny, you always have a place next to me.”

The tears started rolling, he wiped them away with large, warm tattooed hands and hugged you tightly to his chest. “Sorry, just been a rough day and I’m emotional.”

“I know, but you did a good thing by coming here. I’m proud of you for thinking of yourself instead of trying to get home on your own. Especially in the dark. You hate it, and s‘not safe for you out there.”

You were trying really hard, with your boyfriend’s help, to work on the part of you that felt less than and like a burden at times. It was difficult to unlearn the way you felt about yourself for years and years growing up but you were making great progress.

“Are you sure it’s okay for me to hear what you’re doing for work? Isn’t it confidential?”

He just gave you a look and helped you slide on some socks.

“You should warm up soon, but how about a rest on the couch during my meeting for a little while, yeah? I’ll keep our voices down.”

You nodded and allowed him to wrap you in one of the soft blankets he spoke of before. “Wait here a second. I’ll keep it as brief as I can.”

“So we’re looking at about 50k in damages…”

Whatever they were saying didn’t really matter to you. They kept their voices low to not disturb you for the most part.

A newer member raised his voice once Suguru corrected him immediately. “Quiet down or I’ll cut your tongue out.” And there weren’t any other incidents.

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🏷️: @annoyingstrawberryballoon @missgab

[siriuslysatorusimping]

Will Geto and Sukina be included in this AU? And what role will the JJK Tech students play, aside from the Zenin kids?

So, yes, Sukuna will be in the story!

He is very likely going to be an antagonist of some kind, but I need to work out the kinks 😬

As for Geto?

So, I've got this lil draft that I'll drop in below the cut 😊

Picked up off the streets by the former Gojo Clan Head, Geto Suguru had been a different breed. 

Strong, fierce, and loyal.

Word was that he had become a brother to Gojo Satoru in every sense except blood.

The carnage that followed his death had almost wiped out an entire clan.

It had been more than foolish of the Yamada clan to believe they could capitalize on Gojo mourning his father’s death. Stupid to think that the Gojo clan wouldn’t be ready to retaliate so quickly.

Less than a week after Geto’s death, more than half of the Yamada clan was dead. A month later, there were fewer than a dozen members left. Gojo Satoru was said to be responsible for at least a quarter of the body count.

He’d avenged his brother, alright.

[hotties4gojo]

absolutely nobody fucking asked but oyabun!geto goes mildly insane when he fucks garuda’s angels reader in doggy cos they have a tramp stamp

[mullermilkshake]

Meet the cast

Readers of the JJKYakuza! AU

EDIT: Forgot to say, this song has absolutely nothing to do with that time period but I love it and I think it suits the post :3

Yakuza!JJK men x Fem!readers.

Sukuna, Satoru, Suguru, Kento, Toji, Choso

Though each piece of writing I do is how the reader would like to read it, each one I write has naturally written themselves personalities though I’ve tried to be a little vague to keep immersion as linear as possible. I also keep it as second person because I just prefer writing that way.

Each reader is Fem!reader, but some shorts/ fics could be read as Afab! I will indicate where the reader is definitely Fem! The pronouns I use most of the time are She/Her. I purposely try and leave certain details to be as inclusive as I can.

I'll update as the characters write themselves and if there are any new non- platonic/platonic interests reveal themselves.

So, without further ado, I'm pleased to introduce to you properly, the readers of my JJK Yakuza AU.

Enjoy!

Sukuna's wife

You are determined, self assured and despite what Sukuna puts on display for the clan to see, you most definitely wear the pants in this marriage.

Sukuna just hates to admit it.

You have him inadvertently wrapped around your little finger. Your adaptability proves useful in the world of the Yakuza and took well to stepping up and being the Chairman’s wife after an impromptu marriage proposal.

It slipped from Sukuna's lips and he's never regretted asking you the way he did. He was almost speechless when you gave Nanami the answer to pass along and he was married to you within the month.

Determined is one way to put it. You aren’t indecisive and you know what you want in life to reach out and grab it.

One thing that turns Sukuna on every time is that glare you have when you are angry. Though you don't show it, it's an expression that verges on lustrous.

And Sukuna is addicted to it.

Satoru's girlfriend

You are timid at times but you're coming out of your shell each and every day. You make Satoru want to be a better man after all the fucked up shit he's done and continues to do.

So kind spirited, humble and charitable.

You care deeply for Satoru and it's sometimes hard for him to see that. He knows he's difficult to be with sometimes yet you never point his flaws out or put him down.

It's one of your perfect traits. Loving him unconditionally.

Yakuza life irks you at times and Satoru see's the worry that builds up behind your eyes, but again, you don't forbid him from his family or ask him to cut that part of him off.

Not many people would put up with the tomfoolery he brings to your front door.

But you do.

Suguru's wife.

'Behind each successful man, theres a woman holding him up.' This is something Suguru stands by and believes wholeheartedly.

You are fully aware of Suguru's involvement with the Yakuza and at times, you even actively encourage it. Being the person you are and how long you've known Suguru, you allow him to take care of what's needed to be done. Even hurting bad people so long there's a reason to do so.

Suguru's conscience is something you hold dear to your heart and have always made it clear that you don't want him losing his way.

That being said, you are one hell of a mama bear to the girls. Whenever, albeit on rare occasions when the girls are threatened, you don't wait for Suguru to deal with it.

You'd happily take on the entire Yakuza to keep his girls safe and Suguru is certain you'd win hands down too.

It's a dominant trait and at times it’s something that Suguru is scared of. Because you really are the one in charge and he loves that about you.

Kento's single (currently)

Though single, you have caught his eye and Kento wishes to speak to you in person. As someone who's bubbly and charming, you are incredibly elusive whenever Kento does his best to converse with you in person.

You have no idea he exists and how many times he's tried to speak with you. Something always gets in the way.

There's still so much of you that Kento wants to learn about and the only way he'll do that is to build up the courage and speak to you.

Kindness is something common in your vocabulary and you do it everyday with a smile.

What's your favourite movie, weather or season? How much do you enjoy to read that same book you have stuffed into your purse whenever he sees you reading in that coffee shop?

These are all things he wants to know, and eventually he'll get his wish just to hear your voice with his own hears again instead of on a monitor screen in his office.

Toji's girlfriend

Wow. You were more than everything Toji could have actually anticipated when he first met you.

You grew comfortable around him around the six month mark and now, Toji lives with you and watches you walk around the apartment naked just because you can.

Toji admires your confidence and the fact you don't question him wherever he goes. Clinginess is something he avoids and your independence is attractive.

Your personality is still yet to be fully developed with him, and that's because he isn't sure how you'll react when you eventually find out that he is involved with the Yakuza.

He has an suspicion that you might join the pieces together, but your independence stops you badgering him. So for now it's manageable.

Still, you'll find out sooner or later and Toji has no idea if you'll see him differently after learning his past and present.

Until then, he’ll have faith in your kindness.

Choso's dating

While everything is still new for Choso, you are still a breath of fresh air for him.

It's early days and there's much healing to be had with how your ex died. (Another Yakuza guy who was a massive dick.)

You love animals and seem to be the least judgemental person he's ever met. You never look at the scar across his face and look at him like he's an actual human being.

Unlike how Sukuna glares at him.

Your voice is soothing to his ears, someone who makes him feel safe as he finds his own identity in the Yakuza. You don't know he's Yakuza yet but Choso plans to come clean soon.

He's not sure how you'll react when he's sure you didn't know your ex was Yakuza either. Though based off of the pleasant warm aura you emit to brighten up any room, he prays you'll see that he's more than just someone involved in crime when he tries to actively avoid it.

[hydrangeyes]

I really do love how the fandom has their ship but man do I wanna see a bit more of the rivals to codependent to lovers route more

[isabeauwolf]

Okay peeps, I'm curious.... if you woke up and your top 4 current anime crushes and fixations were in the in your room how would you react?

Yes, they would be reverse isakai'd with their powers and all.

Here's mine

I would be a blushing mess

No doubt all of them would be confused that I know who they all are after I said their full names or villain alias'.

Plus Law and Kai would see my merch of them. On top of me wearing both my LawLu shirt and Monsterhaul hoodie X///////x

Try not to freak out and have a full blown fangirl mode activate.

Try to convince Kai that he's in a world that's quirkless and all of them that they are fiction characters in our world?

Pff, the hell would Law and Kai reaction knowing that my daughter knows them with how much I fangirl about them. She at least knows who Dabi is, about his quirk and his burns.

Would Geto and Dabi be chill about the whole thing? Or glare at me.

God forbid, if Kai and Touya saw my fanfics and spicy, smut I wrote between them and my oc Mary X/////////x Not to mention what's on my computer.

Of course, I'm overthinking. How can I not?!

What about you guys? I wanna hear your answers, please?

@fanofflames @slayfics @m3gumibear @angelblueflame @cherry-queens-blog @supreme-burrito @staitc-rj