#kiriko yamagami x reader

[gotafewtricks]

Holy shit Hc's for a Kitsune!reader w kiriko? I think it'd be so funny and cute with how her spirit animal and reader might interact with each other 💀💀

Also hope you're having a good day!

(Might send a crap load of requests cause my brain can't stop coming up with things 😭)

★ O' fox spirit...

Hey !! I love getting requests, and if you're the same anon that requested Genji with a dog!reader, then I'll call you silly animal anon lmao :3 unless if you want to assign yourself w/ a name, that is!

With first impressions, Kiriko would've been pretty pumped about it all!

It wasn't an everyday occurrence that you'd see a yōkai out and about. If you are taking on a human form, then she'd know not to cross with you—not just because of your heritage, but because she knew wise you were! As she has practiced under many ceremonies relating towards the kitsune, she understood the nuances of those mythical creatures; how elegant, yet sly they were with their cunning attitudes.

Kiriko would be very understanding of many things, and would not go around and tell everyone that you were a kitsune—considering her most loyal companion is one, and there'd be no use in letting really anyone know about that without your permission—if you were secretive about it.

She'd love to know how you were doing, and would equally love the chance to strike up some small talk.

The girl would laugh at the silly interactions between you and her companion, always wondering what'll happen next.

Her fox friend would be very interested, I'm sure! I like to imagine that it doesn't appear very often, only in times of need (such as combat) then it'll be summoned. Or, around the comfort of Kiriko and her family. Not everyday you'll see a ghost, eh?

That's how she'd know that you were a kitsune; if you did not have anything outright screaming at her that you were one. If you didn't have the tail(s), ears, or a mask (though, she understood that people may wear them for just apparel), judging by the energy you give off—Kiriko would sense something. Also, it's terribly obvious if her kitsune is also reacting to it, as well.

If you were comfortable with turning into your animal form, she'd then lovingly sigh, as she's crouch down to level the height of the two foxes before her. She'd jokingly chide the two of you to behave; which you two do... sometimes. Causing mischief has never been more fun!

Kiriko would always respect you, and understand if you ever need your time and space. Spirits get busy, and she gets busy—so, it's only fair for her to try her best to ensure that you're okay.

She knows that you can take care of yourself; without needing anyone's help. Judging by your abilities and powers, you were older than the oldest businesses here in Japan that she could think of. If you needed help with anything whatsoever, specifically in reference to adjusting towards human life, she'd do her best!

If you were reluctant with interacting with others, she understands. Humanity is pretty terrifying at times; especially with the Hashimoto now clogging up the streets of Kanezaka. Kiriko would say that, even if those criminal organizations keep up piling on and on, if you were to try and persevere, and focus on the good you're doing now—it's worth it in the end. Even if you just make a few people smile, it's still worth it; even for those few people.

Kiriko would be all up for causing some fun-loving trouble, however, she will back out if things get too dicey. If you wanted to help her with the current yakuza problem, then sure! She'd hate to rope you into something that you may not want to get involved in, so she would want your ultimate consent.

Hanging out with her would be so fun! You're surprised by how she is able to think of so, so many things.

Having trouble with cleaning? She understands! Either that's helping you pick out the best shampoos for your fur, or brushing out and straightening it all—she's got you. Though, be careful about shedding everywhere...

Want to go win some costume contests for Halloween? You guys could go as, well, kitsunes together! Though, Kiriko may say that she'd rather go as something else; knowing she could excell in such a costume, the fox spirit, so she'll dress up as other things—witch, fortune teller, or cosplays from her favourite animes.

All in all, she would adore to have you—even if her hands were already full with her current fox, she's lucky to've been able to meet you.

[cerezzzita]

Hello! Noticed requests were open? Wondering if you were OK with writing some spicy Kiriko f/f HCs if not some fluff is cool too!

notes: congrats anon, you're the first request that I answer in record time! this is not supposed to be funny btw- it only took me one-almost-two days to write this and y'all can blame me being slightly horny or that I wanted a excuse to write for Kiriko but didn't knew how. for more clarification, I suggest picking up the first option 🗣

hell yeah, my first time writing for Kiriko and the first time I post a NSFW headcanons list, I am nothing but nervous 💀 really hope you all enjoy and I really hope nothing here be too canon divergent to Kiriko's personality since I'm still studying her character (yet she's like, very practical and easy to think and write). thanks for requesting and enjoy the reading! <3

♡ tw/tags: fem!reader, fem x fem pairing, praise kink, oral fixation meaning, oral sex (reader receiving), pet-play, food-play, roleplay, dom/sub themes, honestly Kiriko is a sweetheart <3

✦ MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS/LGBTPHOBICS DO NOT INTERACT!

ⓘ gif's not mine!!

Kiriko usually displays two moods when she's feeling in the spicy time: She's either vanilla or hotly, smoothly sexy.

Tends to be handsy too much, grabbing a full-palm of both your breasts and butt, pinching your clit, squeezing your thighs and holding on your waist. She also appreciates if you're handsy to her as well. 

Complementing her hand-full liking, Kiriko does have an oral fixation too and absolutely loves to go down on your core lapping all of your juices to see you squirm and whine by the feeling of her warm, wet skilled tongue. Biting is also a big yes to her, so expect to wake up in the next following day or hours with your skin teeming of teeth marks — the fox marks, Kiriko jokingly says.

Speaking of oral, this girl is a real master at it, 10/10, I don't make the rules. She can and will make you cum at least three to five time only by her lips in your pussy while she holds and squishes your thighs, teasing you slightly scraping her teeth on your clit, making dirty, loud noises, you pulling her hair when she's deviously eating you out and taking her time like there's no tomorrow makes her smirk under your core.

She's a total switch. When she got sub mode, she's going to be your good girl and will listen and obey at you, or she'll difficult things for you being in a truly bratty style and teasing you all the time, but when she goes dom she goes dom. You better listen carefully to her or she'll push you to the edge controlling your orgasm and making you see stars by playing with your most sensible spots.

Very much into roleplay, always buying cute, sexy suits for you both. Kiriko's creative mind puts you in wonderful scenarios — most of them based on Japanese pop culture — where you're a tempting, adorable maid and she's your faithful client craving for some sweet, special attention from you. And what's not your surprise to see that once she brought you a fluffy pair of fox ears along with a anal plug tail?

Well, it's not a good roleplay without pet-play, am I right? She'll mainly call you her neko-chan, please call her kitsune-chan in return and she will be a happy Kiriko puddle under your touch.

Food-play you say? Damn right. She uses sweet fruity syrups, chantilly and some donuts to cover up your bodies so she can welcomingly her thirsty mouth all over you. Kiriko literally melts to the feel of your tongue circling inch by inch of her soft skin, devouring the sugary flavors that's in every single bit of her body, from her plushy breasts to her docile pussy. 

She's just so tender and attentive to you, making sure that you're comfortable and enjoying the moment because if you're not, it's a huge turn-off for her. 

A goofy ball in moderate bits, sometimes tickling your sensitive spots with her fingertips and teeth, whispering some jokes in your ear not only to make you laugh but to make every tension on you disappear if it's your first time having sex or if you both had a bad day. 

Kiriko is a smooth talker and vastly into praise kink. Oh, she'll tell you how gorgeous you are with your pretty, soft lips on her pussy when she's sitting on your face, how sexy you can be whining and yelping when she's grinding on you, saying you're doing wonders on every single fiber on her… You're the most stunning, majestic creature that she already laid her eyes in this world and she's so glad that she's your lover.

Aftercare queen! Usually she feels sleepy after lovemaking sessions and all she wants it's to embrace you in her arms to some cuddling, grab some snacks if you're hungry or when you guys went too much hard and now you're both sticky — by sweat or syrup remnants —, she'll pick you up in bridal style and will head to the bathroom. Round two, maybe? Find by yourself. 

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[nyctophiliq]

✮ —THE YOKAI'S FAVORITE PLAYTHING ; kiriko kamori

minors dni. afab! reader, nsfw ! — lowercase writing intended, g!p kiriko, blowjob, hair pulling, smoking, ryōta mentioned, cum play (?), vaginal sex, pet names ’my sweetheart, my girl’

wc. 1,3 k

moss’ notes; moss is in love with kiriko and has been having a hard time getting her out of their mind so here is kiriko brain rot

kiriko sighed before putting the tip of the mouthpiece of the hookah on her lips and inhaling the tobacco. head falling back on the couch as she exhales the smoke, head tilting to the side and letting a quiet moan out when the tip of her cock touches your throat. your hand came to her base, giving it a small squeeze and she finally came into your mouth. a loud groan leaves her, back arching and hands gripping whatever they could.

“ryōta wasn’t overstating, you are really good.” she breathed out, word heavy with lust as she puts down the mouth piece, her hand finding its way into your hair to grab a handful and pull you off her cock. same hand came down to your lips and her fingers forced you mouth open to see if you were holding onto her seed to show her before swallowing it.

pride bloomed in her chest as she saw the white, slimy mess sticking and dropping in your gaping mouth. her cock twitched a little, a shiver running down her spine, her thumb caressing the corner of your mouth before giving you a grin. “that’s a good girl, go ahead, swallow it now.” kiriko patted your cheeks with both hands, nodding and you close your mouth, swallowing thickly and when you finish you open your lips again, huffing a little as you show her that there was non left, that you wouldn’t waste her cum.

by no means you were a prostitute, or an escort- you were just a good friend of a couple of member’s of the yokai who didn’t mind giving a head to ryōta from time to time and his pretty friends. there was nothing wrong with that, you enjoyed it that these vigilante boys and girl were nothing less than generous with rewarding you.

but it was the first time you have seen kiriko here, ryōta only mentioned once or twice that she is the daughter of a famous ninja trainer, and that she knows her way around spirits, that she can be shyer than the others so take the private room with the lights and the pole if she is into it. ryōta was more wrong than right, this girl might have been shy in front of others, but she sure wasn’t shy of what she wanted and how she wanted it.

“come here, my sweetheart.” she patted her lap, sinking further into the couch as she waited for you to get up from your knees and into her lap. you didn’t dare to look into her eyes, still flustered from how hard you were sucking her. she was different from the others, she made you a bit insecure with her stares and how her hands glided against your skin in the best possible way.

kiriko didn’t ask you to nor her hand were on your hips that indicated she wanted you to start grinding against her, but she couldn’t help the smallest grin forming on her lips and the small chuckle escaping. by now everyone else would have had your pussy stuffed with their dick, fingers, or toys by now, greedily trusting in and out of you while nibbling at your collarbones, trying to leave as many marks as they could. instead, she was caressing your cheeks and pulling you down to her lips, feverishly making out with you and biting your lower lip. her fangs nipping into the pale skin of your mouth making you gasp out in pain, head tilting back and giving her the perfect spot to start planting hickeys and kiss her way up to your ear.

“if you want my cock in your pussy, you have to tell me.” kiriko whispered, nipping on the shell of your ear. your hand gripping into her shirt’s collar, bunching it and jerking it a bit hoping she will just listen to your silent needs, asks you to lift your hips and in a second fills you up until you tear apart.

but she wasn’t giving in, continuing to leave kisses while her hands slipped down to your ass, giving it a few pats, digging her nails in it, smirking against the exposed skin of your chest when you let out a whiny sigh.

“I- I need your cock in me kiri… s’bad.” your slurred out, hand letting go of her clothes, going to grab her length to rub it between your wet folds.

her hand came to take your hand's place, patting the side of your thighs and you lifted yourself just enough, swaying your hips excitedly a bit before she slip her cock all the way in you. your head dropped onto her shoulder as you bottom out on her, gasping for air and clawing her back. it has been a long time since anyone treated you as a person instead of a toy, really talking to you like a human and not just a piece of meat to fuck.

"don't move until i say so, okay?" you looked so cute on her cock, the littlest tremors of your body tilting your head to the side as your pussy pulsated around her. you gulped, gathering yourself to give her a weak nod that you understood her, fingers shaking as you try to keep yourself up.

kiriko lets out a pleased hum, then another before grinding, her hand coming to palm your chest through your low-cut shirt. she wonders... how easy it is to undo those buttons in the middle? but why is she thinking about that, she chuckles as she pulls one of her kunais from the wall behind her, spinning it on her finger before edging the tip of it under the first button.

"do you mind?" kiriko asked, enjoying the way you struggled to mutter a low 'yes', trying to be a good girl for her and not move until she says so. after you answer a second hadn't even passed but your shirt was torn open by her blade, giving her the perfect access to your chest.

kiriko brushed a hang against your breast, caressing your nipple with the pads of her fingertips, her warm breath mixing with the cool air of the warehouse. she had so many pent-up desires and energy, she needed a little something more than just a pussy to fill, she needed to know your body was hers for this night, she needed to own you for a second, just for a second.

"please... kiri, s'getting too much... let me m-move." your hazy eyes met her shining ones and she wished you didn't look at her like that, that you didn't plead with those eyes and tell her it was too much, tempting her will only excite her even more.

"look here, sweet girl, look how gorgeous you are." your eyes gazed down to her cock snuggled neatly within you, the thin string of cum pooling around her base. she cupped your breast in her hand, kissing your hardened nipple before pulling to embrace you, to nibble on your earlobe just to get some more lewd cries out of you.

oh, how she enjoyed the pretty sobs you let out, your half-lidded eyes gazing down to where she and you connect, molding your pussy into the shape of her cock, she idolized the look on your face. she could tell your brain was becoming nothing more than pink pudding at this point, she could as you anything and you would do it without thinking.

“my girl… only if you let me worship you, make you my new god.” but don't worry, a pretty girl like you doesn't need to think. just keep focusing on the feeling of her length inside you. "feels good, doesn't it?" she asks as she starts to rock your hips all of a sudden, slowly back and forth in a steady rhythm. your eyes are so hazy and you're now drooling so much that she wonders if you can even understand what she is saying, dumb little girl.

special tags ; @overwatchfics @legoskii37 @arzam214 @raihyeon

[notmozzi]

hii legoskii i was wondering if we could see more of evil kiriko smut .. 😞😞😞

Villain!Kiriko x Reader (NSFW)

A/N: sorry for the wait! been busy, but hope this will suffice :)

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It was a calm, cool night- just half an hour past midnight. You’d been attending the yearly Fox Festival in Kanezaka with a group of friends, primarily to see the fireworks. And on your way home, you’d decided to stop for a drink at a bar. A simple, single glass. Something light. Why not?

However, in return, you ended up finding great interest in the dance floor, and in no time you were partying along with others around your age, letting yourself unwind. The night had still been young, after all. And you’d always liked to dance. Plus, being surrounded by complete strangers made it better!

But then, you saw her. She wasn’t dancing, she was watching from a distance. Leaning against the bar with a small glass of bourbon in one hand. Dressed in all black, with her button-up being unbuttoned enough to expose her collarbone and everything above it. You’d barely made out a thin, silver chain around her neck, glistening under the distant lights of the dance floor. She had also been smoking what you’d assumed was a cigarette, but later learned was just a thin cigar. How classy.

You’d noticed her after taking a break to catch your breath, having planned to return to the fun for a few more songs after the following one ended. But…you’d gotten a little tipsy. And seeing this attractive young woman eyeing you like a tiger in the woods made your confidence spike a couple notches.

It hadn’t taken you long to get shy around her, though. She’d held herself up very well, and her voice was extremely weakening, god. Not to mention how tall she was, how she looked at you, and how confident, coy and witty she was. Everything about her practically screamed powerful.

A conversation had quickly sparked, flirtations thrown in the mix, and the woman eventually revealed to you that she owned the place. She’d invited you to the back to show you proof, among other things, and as you’d grown more comfortable around her, she’d grown more…intimate. Nothing to make you uncomfortable, of course. Just subtle touches that gradually got bolder.

Then, standing before one another in silence, Kiriko eventually sensed that you two wanted the same thing. She set her cigar down onto a nearby ashtray, yet as you two neared a kiss, the woman briskly pulled away, quietly informing you who she was. An utter of her full name, and nothing more.

And this had instantly alerted you. Kiriko Kamori was easily Kanezaka’s most notorious vigilante. A thief, a manipulator, and most of all- a killer.

Millions of questions ran rampant. One of which being; how in the hell did Kiriko own an entire bar? And why? Simple. She went by another name. Kiriko Yamagami. Well. Yamagami, for short.

“I don’t really tell people my first name.” Kiriko huffed, a vague cloud of smoke ghosting from her nostrils as she put the cigar back to her lips. “I mean, no reason for them to know, right? It’d only be a risk.” A smirk made its way onto her face as she took another drag. “More so for them.”

As for the “why,” Kiriko simply enjoyed having an excuse to unwind. Owning a bar wasn’t necessarily difficult for her. She could also use the steady income, even if she was already a thief.

Learning all of this had, of course, stunned you. This woman wasn’t just well-known, but she was feared. You’d never seen her before this, obviously, but the news had made her capabilities pretty obvious. She was strong, unafraid to kill, quick, and absolutely out for blood.

And yet, by the time you two were alone in a closed-off, secluded room, sexual tensions were too high to ignore. You felt your heart tugging for you to just pounce, and looking into that woman’s dangerously attractive eyes, you simply couldn’t find a bone within you that even wanted to run. All you wanted was her. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was your raging attraction to women. Either way, you didn’t care.

And Kiriko sensed this, too. It only took about three minutes of small talk before things grew intimate again; and this time, Kiriko didn’t hold back. Having finished her cigar, she simply tossed it to the floor and let it air out, approaching you with a predatory glint in her eyes. You felt helpless in the most addicting way possible as she brought a hand to your chest, pressing you firmly against the nearest wall as her lips crashed against yours.

And that’s how you ended up here. Grinding against her while she watched.

The room was dimly lit by the warm, orange hue of the surrounding LEDs. A mini-bar sat in one corner of the room, but most space was taken up by a large, maroon-colored couch. The fancy furniture surrounded a glass roundtable in the center of the room, and atop said table stood two unfinished glasses of bourbon, along with an ashtray. This was a lounge dedicated to only a few people- a lounge dedicated to sheer, absolute privacy and comfort. And that level of privacy was something you definitely needed.

Straddling Kiriko’s lap with your knees pressed against the couch, a drawn out, high-pitched whine fell past your lips as you needily ground your hips down against hers. Smiling up at you with a coquettish hum, the vigilante brought her hand up to your clothed sex, gingerly pressing three digits against your clit and eliciting another whine from you.

Delightful shivers ran down your spine, and sparks of pleasure exploded within you from the point of contact. Eager for more, you pressed back into her, attempting to create more friction. And with nothing more than a chuckle, Kiriko simply watched you work your way to climax against her, her eyes dark with lustrous thrill.

“Yeah,” her voice was low, her tone laced with hunger, almost as if she were holding herself back from what else she wanted to do to you. “That’s my girl.”

“Fffuck…please-“

Every word she spoke fueled a fire of need within you. Feeling her hands at your hips, her hips beneath yours, and most of all, her eyes dead-set on you- it was exhilarating. You were getting wetter and wetter every time you made eye contact with her, everytime you felt her.

Kiriko began gingerly rubbing circles over your clit with a thumb, feeling wetness through your clothes as you continued to ride her. It was almost embarrassing, how willing you were to cum for this woman even if it meant fully clothed. But that look in her eye was beyond alluring. And she had this dangerous edge to her voice; it was intimidating yet turned you on to an embarrassing extent.

Suddenly, Kiriko put slightly more pressure against your clit, causing your hips to jolt and a sharp moan to elicit from you. Your breathing became ragged as you struggled to keep your movements consistent. Still rutting, your mouth was slightly ajar as weak, desperate sounds fell from you.

“You like that?” Kiriko purred, watching closely as your face scrunched up in that cute way it always does when you’re close. Taking a shuddering breath, you couldn’t find the ability to respond to her coherently; you instead continued to grind, your hands clinging desperately onto each of Kiriko’s shoulders as your movements grew feverish.

“Bad girl. I think you do.”

Kiriko sat back against the cushions, her hands now guiding your hips and encouraging you to speed up, which you enthusiastically did. As you began further pressing her into the cushions, she couldn’t help tilting her head back, letting out a low groan at the sensation. She absolutely loved it- having such a needy girl like you sitting in her lap and using her to get off. Hearing your sweet little sounds as she touched you; seeing you submit.

With a growl, Kiriko suddenly bucked up into you, making you gasp.

“F-fuck…” you panted, burying your face into the crook of her neck, “…m’gonna….sshhhittt-“

Kiriko didn’t respond right away, gripping your hips tighter as she continued guiding the movement of your hips. Your heavy breathing and sounds of pleasure began to fill the air. Yours specifically, but Kiriko was beginning to let herself loose as well. You were both grateful that the music outside was as loud as it was.

“You’re so- mm- so needy…” Kiriko groaned softly, a coy laugh audible in her tone. You could see her cheeks go crimson as she began to pleasure herself as well- bucking up into you. The sight made you gush. “You’re cute like this,” she opened her eyes for a moment and looked up to watch you, chuckling a bit when you looked back with those wide, hazy eyes, “you know that?”

The praise, and she knew it, made you weak. You felt like you were truly hers, and not just in a possessive way. The way she touched you tenderly and took her time with you got you all sorts of hot and bothered. And so you whimpered into her neck, too shy to respond with words, but hoping the wet kiss you pressed against her throat would suffice.

And it definitely had. You immediately heard her sigh pleasantly at the touch, and curiously, you did it again, this time adding a graze of your tongue.

“…Mmm…keep doing that.” Kiriko murmured, her eyes closing once more. One of her hands reached up to rest on the back of your neck, gently pushing your face closer, “Do that again, sweetheart.”

The petname made heat shoot straight to your clit, but the command itself brought a small smirk to your lips. She likes that, huh?

Dutifully, you began to leave vague hickies anywhere you could along the side of Kiriko’s neck. Your teeth skimmed over the soft flesh just under her jaw, but closer to her shoulders you were sure to leave darker marks. The pleased sigh and occasional, low moan that escaped the vigilante with each bite sent shivers up your spine. She went from holding onto your neck to gently tugging your hair, whispering small praises like “just like that” or “you’re so good at this, Y/N” into your ear. Eager to continue pleasing her, you continued travelling down to her collarbone, bringing a slightly hesitant hand up to unbutton the rest of her shirt.

She let you, smirking all the while. As you began to reveal more and more skin, Kiriko helped you out by sitting up straight for just a moment. You let out a frustrated noise as you were forced to stop your movements, sitting up as well to see what she was up to.

The sight of Kiriko taking off her button-up was definitely going to be fantasy fodder for a long time after tonight. She slowly unbuttoned the remainder of her shirt and slipped the garment off, tossing it into a random corner of the lounge. This revealed her lean shoulders and arms, a simple black bra, and a toned, toned, stomach. By no means was Kiriko buff, but she was definitely fit.

Kiriko quickly noticed your staring, bringing her hands back to your hips.

“Like what you see?”

Despite the deep blush blossoming on your face, you were shameless. Breathlessly, you murmured back, “Yeah, I do.” You paused to keep admiring her body, lewdly wondering how it would feel to have her towering over you.

“Take off your shirt for me.” A sudden command. You looked back up to find her staring right at you, hunger lacing her expression. You honestly struggled to respond right away. But there was nothing to be said, based on the look on her face. She wasn’t asking.

You did as she requested, crossing your arms over your head and pulling your top off. You tossed it in the same direction Kiriko had tossed hers, and when you looked back at her, you knew what she wanted next, her smirk making it painfully obvious. You took off your bra quickly, undoing the clasp with ease and letting it fall onto Kiriko’s lap. Kiriko watched it fall, deciding to throw it elsewhere herself this time, before taking in every inch of your now-half-naked form. Very, very slowly.

“So pretty,” she murmured affectionately, her hands caressing your sides, “such a pretty girl.”

You shivered, your head falling forward little ways as a shaky sigh fell from you. Eagerly, you let your eyes slowly fall closed, your body tingling with each little touch Kiriko made upon your sensitive body.

You knew, based on the hungry look in her eyes and the gentleness of her touch, that Kiriko was going to take very good care of you.

[gotafewtricks]

Imagine waking up next to Kiriko; the bed sheets were all over the place, given how the girl would always toss and turn during her rest. She was not plagued by nightmares, moreso, her body is very used to being so, so active. You like to think of her as a dog, in a way—in comparison to their dreaming habits; if you've ever seen those clips of the animal moving their legs around on their sleep.

The two of you were snug against the other, the girl pulling you closer into her embrace. It was a tiresome day for her, as she busied her afternoon with cardio. Sprinting from alleyway to alleyway, you proposed the idea of leading her back to the shared place between you two; wanting to massage her sore muscles from all of her exerted efforts. Kiriko would assure you that the fox spirit has her protected, and that she needs to get some food in your system. You'd snicker at the fact that she was referencing doughnuts.

You knew that your girlfriend's sweet tooth was her Achille's heel, often times teasing her about it relentlessly. If she can have her cunning jabs at you, then you should be allowed to fight fire with fire. All jokes aside, the carbohydrates and sugars help Kiriko replenish her energy, as she burns numerous calories day-to-day. She'll never get herself sick on purpose with them, as she understands her importance in her value and worth for the community, and should be in the best shape to protect her people—to protect you.

Oh, and to also protect her "dignity"; as she would ask what she did to deserve you scolding her about sweets, whenever her mother does that enough already? You tell her that you're just worried about her intake in relation with her health; she knows that. She just wants to lazily complain to you in the morning. Even if you two found yourselves on opposite sides of the bed, or even on the floor below, Kiriko would be adamant on pulling you right on up into her embrace.

As she would rock you back and forth in her strong arms, muscles defined from years and year's worth of training, she'd nibble teasingly along your neck. "Love you."

[gotafewtricks]

dear my new fav kiri writer,

if you saw the le sserafim collab (kiri's hot, fite me), you know that romance dynamic where it's like idol x fan but the idol is the fan's bff and the fan (who has big crush on idol to the point they buy ONLY merch of them) has no clue said idol is their friend (and the idol's real struggle of "do i tell them i'm idol or i just watch them be an absolute dork at simping me") lmao

if you can pull it out of a hat, i'll love that lol

★ I'm (maybe) fearless

Really? I'm pretty honoured. I wrote like, two sentences with her and you already like my interpretation of Kiriko? Honoured <33 Anyways, YES, mhm—I have seen that! I've been meaning to play around with this dynamic, anyways :3

I could see Kiriko as a popular singer and dancer; though, I could also see her as a YouTube personality as well. I'll settle with a singing Kiri for now :3

As a vocalist, Kiriko had to work her way up to the top. It was rather difficult having to hide all of that at first; knowing damn well how it would affect her life outside of the showbiz. Scheduling was something she'd worry herself to death over; knowing that her easygoing personality wouldn't fair well with having to keep up with dates, knowing the promises she's made to her friends back home, and her fans.

Being a close friend of Kiriko was such a rewarding experience—you knew how determined she was at her job, with clearing out the yakuza scum of Kanezaka. You'd worry about her often, with how it may even take her a few days, to weeks, or even a month to get back in touch with you. You understood that those were times where she was busy with the Hashimoto; as it wasn't just tiring, exhuasting local work. She has explained to you about their, the Hashimoto's, extensive relations with other criminal organizations around Japan.

Though, what you didn't understand, was that Kiriko wasn't just occupied with beating up some petty criminals in her absence.

As much as she hates to lie, she knows that she cannot be visible as a pop star. Not only she would become a much bigger target, she already keeps her work more on the downlow with the Hashimoto—and, even then, she is recognized as one of the heroines of Kanezaka. Alongside with the reputation of her mom being a formidable foe with the blade, and her dad being a known weapons-maker... it makes the girl's head hurt having to process what'll happen.

You were a huge fan of Kiriko's idol persona—really, really huge. Photocards upon photocards would be decorated with cute stickers, slid inside holographic heart sleeves to add to your ever-more growing collection. It'd embarrass you if you actually tallied the amount of money you've spent.

You were there at the beginning of her career, finding her randomly by chance whilst refreshing your recommended feed. Taking a listen to a few songs she was cast in, and you were automatically hooked. Either it was just her energy, voice, looks... everything about her was just something, someone rather, that you could find some ultimate comfort it.

Although, you were not on the verge of it being a disturbing obsession—as you were rather worried about your favourite idol. You'd understand if she had to post something about taking a brief hiatus, as you'd imagine yourself being so, so exhausted being in such a position. There was just something so relatable with her that makes you connect all the better to her—she just really felt real.

Often times, many people would put up a fake smile; a façade, in front of fans that only like them because of a shared attribute. Either just appearance or that "Ah, yeah, you sound good!" aesthetic, you were glad that you saw the girl on stage and acting like herself. There was such an energy would would always be commented on in interviews that the idol would have, and you always wondered how she was always so energetic.

Maybe she was an incredible actor, you'd muse.

The thing you hated most, though, was not being able to watch any of the videos as soon as they'd drop. You knew to not disturb Kiriko by messaging her during important missions, but you can't help but send her some screencaps of some really adorable pictures of your favourite idol, now, can you? Kiriko would laugh whenever you'd complain about how she always has to go out whenever there were tours going on.

Kiriko, at first, would be extremely flattered. She does have a crush on you, and has had one for a while, but she didn't want to ever complicate things.

Seeing you gush about her idol career, and how you related so much to this celebrity—and how you loved literally everything about her, Kiriko couldn't help but feel just oh-so flustered over... "Heh, wow... my crush likes me?"

There was something that Kiriko did take notice of, and it was with how you phrased everything that she did appreciate. Not just the compliments, and even if you did just praise and praise her vocal talent, perfomances, and looks—there was something that Kiriko did enjoy listening about, and it was how you really felt, in comparison. Because, all-in-all, Kiriko loves her fans. Every single one of them.

If she could sign autographs all day, if she could talk to everyone at a meet-and-greet, if she could spend hours and hours rambling at panels and conventions—oh, she would. She adores how she was able to build up such a community, and how it thrives off of interaction. Not just from her, but how everyone else is just so supportive. It really makes her feel like she is doing so much more for not only just the town of Kanezaka, and not just for Japan—but for the countless, countless others out there in the world.

There was something special, though, with being best friends with a fan.

You'd talk to her about a new single release, talking about what your interpretation of the song was. You could easily tell that it was experimental, as the lyrics were not written by her herself—rather, someone else. Her phrasing would have more wordplay—her cadence would've been more casual and loose, to reflect on her more teasing, playful nature she likes to exhibit on-stage. You'd explain, with stars in your eyes, about all of those little details you've noticed.

Kiriko would nod along, affirmingly so. It's not like she's had to be in the studio, recording for hours and hours at a time to get the perfect take—having the mixers work at the vocals and instrumentals.

It took Kiriko a long while to think about this, but she finally did come up with a way to express her view, and to finally fess up to you.

Kiriko wasn't one to lie, as it made her feel dirty. Obviously, she does have a trouble-making stream to her name—running around the streets of her hometown whilst trying to get to the bakery first-thing was something she'd always get motherly chided for. As with her career, she felt like she really had to tell someone. It wasn't illegal for her to be an influencer, but it felt like she was lying to her best friend—lying to you.

She didn't know how you'd react. There was a surprising amount of comfort she did feel whenever you'd talk about her idol persona, considering you didn't blindly just love the music and her looks—rather, her personality, and how real and tangible she felt. How she was able to make such a committed, compelling fanbase that you were proud to be apart of, and to contribute to it. With everyone else having nothing but praise for the young rising star, Kiriko would be a bit scared at the fact of someone only liking her just due to a shallow reputation.

Though, over the course of this life, she felt both fulfilled in not only receiving the love of many others; but giving it all back in her work. Either with her songs, or some pest (Hashimoto) control, she's in debt to all of her fans. She really couldn't thank them enough.

As her heart drew heavy, the worries increasing everyday, she just might as well spit it out. With your concluded reasoning, Kiriko thought that you'd understand why she had to keep it a secret—obviously—and not go around telling anyone else. She knows about the industry, and how celebs with lovers are treated, so she just needs to be careful—teetering across those rules.

Whilst the two of you were together out at night, hanging out behind the arcade—per usual—you offered Kiriko one of your earbuds. It was playing one of her songs, and you were bopping your head to the rhythm; whispering the lyrics to yourself.

"Do you want to know something?" Kiriko would then ask, and she immediately felt her heart thump. Just being close to you already makes her feel so, so anxious; it felt as if she wasn't a pop star, and wasn't an expertly-trained ninja—just a little schoolgirl again.

With a hum, you'd turn your attention to her, adjusting your position on the ground to be more comfortable. With your legs in the right spot, you then settled down. "Yes? I'm sorry, this song is so good."

With a laugh, Kiriko would reassure you that it's okay. God, how she loved just seeing you so happy, and with how she was able to leave such a positive imprint on you with her hard work—it felt as if you were her world. Her everything.

"Eh, don't worry." Kiriko's little chuckle was contagious, as you smiled as she gestured her hand towards you. "There's something really funny about this track, actually. I'd be surprised if you didn't already know it; you nerd."

You two then continued on with your banter, and then you listened to what Kiriko had to say about the song. After a moment, the chorus came on, and then Kiriko started to explain her thoughts out—her voice in that tender tone, reserved for the ones closest to her.

"The lyrics were actually written for someone in particular. There's a theory floating around that it's for this idol, or for this other person but..." She'd then laugh, tucking her hair behind her ears. "Pay more attention to the words. You're smart; you can figure it out."

The chorus was then explaining about the singer's love for their best friend, and with how everything matched up so perfectly—the vocalist musing about past childhood memories, talking about certain interests, and explaining their want to fully express yourself... you blushed. You looked up at Kiriko, she was wearing a smirk, and then down at your phone at the song currently being played. You didn't want to just assume it was you, as you didn't want to embarrass yourself, but-

"I dunno if you know their name or not, but they do look awfully a lot like you. Maybe I should make the two of you meet, huh?"

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Hello! May I request Kiriko taking care of her sick s/o? Gn, please. My thirst for Kiriko must be quenched

★ Taking care of a sick S/O

Indeed, you can<33 I've been sick recently too; curse the dry weather here. As much as I do enjoy fall, I particularly do not enjoy the flu season...

Kiriko's knowledge on treating a person's cut or scrape were simple; she would allow her ofudas to soothe the flesh, the healing offering a warm glow to those she used it upon. This doesn't mean, however, she is oblivious on how to treat these injuries; as she is not only assisted by her powers, but also with her mind.

In fact, she would have an important need on knowing different types of ailments, infections, diseases, and the such—how they would interact with a human's physicality, how are were in opposition to your anatomy... there were a whole list of things that the girl could get herself into, but rest assured, you are in great hands with her.

For her training to come in ultimate fruition, she needs to be able to diagnose someone if they are hurt. She may not have the urgency of a combat medic as her title, but regarding everyone's lives, she has to treat herself like one. Though, not in any reckless abandon for her value and worth, given that she knows she cannot get herself ill.

But, seeing you all sick? The love of her life, sprawled out in bed, the lethargy getting to them? It makes her heart ache just seeing that.

Kiriko would want to hold you through this, and even if she could imagine herself poking fun of how you would sniffle, and mumble something incoherent as you would nuzzle into her chest further—the girl knew that she needed to keep her distance, lest she would be bed-ridden as well.

Due to her grandmother, she knows what herbal supplements and more traditional remedies that could help ease your pains. Was your throat sore? As much as she would hope her kisses would make it better, she'd bring you some honey, paired up with either your favourite tea or snack. You'd laugh at how she'd act so motherly during these moments, being tender and not acting so much on her playful impulses. If she found out you were still suffering from the sickness, Kiriko would try her best to prepare a tea best fitted for you.

Her countless hours invested in tea ceremonies, she does not need to look at the instructions or labels on the packaging; as she would instinctively set everything up that was needed for it. She'll remember what flavours you liked best, as those memories to her could never've been forgotten, as she'd hum a sweet tune—waiting for the water to come to a boil.

She knows that you'll be okay without her supervision, but she supposes that once you have someone in your life that you love so dearly fall ill like this, her worrisome tendencies shine. Kiriko doesn't want to ever be too overbearing for you, as she understood how it feels whenever she has her mother chide at her. As the girl would be pleased to see the bubbles finally forming, she couldn't help but overthink... was she ever being too much for you?

Kiriko does not doubt your love for her. You two have been through thick and thin, always being able to tease and catch up with one another with ease—it came so natural for the both of you. As you two developed such a strong relationship over such course, Kiriko wouldn't trade the moments shared between you two for anything else in the world. All of those times that she could remember pining for you; trying to phrase her words all of the time to ask if she could "hang out" instead of outight "date", sharing the leftovers of her beloved sweets, and snuggling together on those cold, Japanese nights.

She knew if she ever was too overwhelming, or just acted like way too much of a mom, you'd tell her. Kiriko has absolute comfort in that fact.

After the tea settled finally, Kiriko would then bring it out to show you, on a tray accompanied with your favourite meal. She tried her best ro replicate it as close to it as possible, as hopefully, the details were not fuzzy in her memory. The smile on your face was what she lived for. If she could smother your cute little face in pecks all day, she would do that right this instant. How you were so glad to see her, and went to go eat in the shared bed between the two of you... God, you were way too adorable for her.

"You know what the worst part about you getting all under the weather is..." Kiriko would then idly say, her eyes softened as she just wanted to think about how she even got here—how she got here with you. Even though you were still tending to your meal, you tilted your head; prompting her to go further.

"No kisses, nuzzles, snuggles, cuddling, canoodling—I think the word is, hugs..." She began to count them out on her fingers, making a melodramatic show out of it all. "Dear, you've really thrown me into a loop."

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CW: Angst—nothing explicit is mentioned other than vague references toward's the reader's trauma. Read with care.

Imagine having Kiriko comfort you through a hard, trying time. You were on the verge of tears, your overthinking consuming your mind. There was a need for something—someone—to help quell those emotions, knowing that you want to stay true to yourself, and that you do not want to let the past trauma you've been through persuade you for the worst. You needed someone to ground you, and they did not need to do much. Being able to understand just felt like such a big concept, as you did not ask for much.

She has always been a close friend of yours, and yet, even though ahe has been open about her personal life; telling you all about the moral dilemmas she's faced off against, and how in the end, what she needed was just the optimistic hope that was at the end of the tunnel. You would try to reflect on her personal story with yours, and how she would place witty jokes in telling about her history; you wished that you could take things lightheartedly like that. Through various coping mechanisms that you have looked at, everyone feels as if it is caving in.

Whenever she assured you that she didn't expect you to compare your experiences to her's—or, anyone else's, for that matter. Everyone is different, and will always be different; a carbon copy, an exact replica, of a person does not exist. We have many, many factors that lead us up to this point; with our decisions and regrets, our open-mindedness with our skepticism, our past and what will be foretold in the future. She would lovingly tilt her head to look at you, the leather of her fingerless gloves solidified that she was there. That this wasn't something you were imagining just for mere comfort of the situation; that she was still there.

As your tears fell heavy on your cheeks, the girl nodded, as her eyes began to well up as well. Scared that you have accidentally upset her, she shook her head. "No, no... never. It's okay, please! Just, let me calm down. But, I'm still here, okay?"