#spicy sleepover

[stylescine]

Okayy so what if y/n and H are at a club and they’re grinding and dancing to the music but they decide to take things up a notch and fuck in the bathroom stall ??

i am OBSESSED with that! i know harry would love to secretly fuck in a bathroom when he's desperate :,)

warnings: somewhat public sex, unprotected sex (p in v), hair pulling, dom harry, drunk sex, mentions of alcohol, soft harry at the end, dirty talk

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The club was filled to the brim. Sweaty bodies dancing around each other, the music blaring from the speakers and flashing lights illuminating the dance floor. Harry and Y/N had been dancing together for a while, taking each other's hands, twirling around or just grinding their bodies together. Harry was standing behind her, his breath hitting her neck while his arm was wrapped around her from behind. His crotch was pressed against her backside, keeping her close as she was grinding her bum against him. She was moving in the rhythm of the music, the alcohol pumping through her veins and urging her on. Y/N was having a fabulous night, as was her boyfriend. Going clubbing was a rare occasion for them, so it was even more special whenever they got the chance to do it.

Clubbing nights usually involved a lot of alcohol for the both of them. They couldn't keep their hands off each other either and this dance was no exception. Drunken sex always remained at the top of their imaginary list and while they both often suffered from a hangover the next day, the sex the evening before was always worth it. Their touches were without shame, their voices heard throughout their home and Y/N could still feel the orgasm in her legs the next morning. There was a certain thrill about fucking drunk out of their minds and Y/N suspected today would be no different.

She continued to grind against Harry and his breathing quickened. His hold around her grew stronger, his crotch growing harder as she could feel it against her butt. There was a smirk on her face and desire growing in her stomach. She needed him and he needed her. Desperately.

His hand snuck under her shirt, brushing over her soft skin ever so slightly, teasing her ever so slightly. She could feel Harry's breath tickle against her neck as he leaned forward, lips brushing over her ear. "You drive me crazy, darling." His voice was deep and his words a bit slurred from all the drinks he already enjoyed. But there was a desperation in his tone that she could only attribute to his own desire.

Y/N's lips turned into a grin. She was in for an interesting time tonight. Her grinding motions continued as Harry was breathing heavily against her neck. His hand pressed her body closer to his and his growing desire was evident. "Maybe we should move to the bathroom, sweetheart?" He suggested. They were still in the middle of the dance floor and her movements just continued to get Harry worked up. She could feel her own panties become a wet mess. As soon as she turned around, she was met with Harry's darkened eyes and a blush on his face.

Some curls were hanging onto his forehead and his lips were slightly parted. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she stepped as close as she could and brushed his lips with her own. Harry bent down to connect their lips into a kiss. He tasted of tequila and something sweet she couldn't identify. His kiss was desperate, full of passion.

"Let's go," he urged her and as soon as she removed her arms from him, he intertwined their fingers and dragged her through the crowd towards the bathroom. This wasn't the first time they were sneaking away at a party to have their own kind of fun. A giggle left her as they were making their way through the mass of people, excitement bubbling inside her.

Harry looked around them for a moment before he slipped her into the men's restroom with him. He opened the door to an empty stall and pulled her inside, locking the blue door behind them. Y/N turned around to him and her boyfriend was quick to push her up against the wall, his hands moving to her hips. She was wearing a short, black dress tonight and it had been tempting Harry all evening. His hard-on was clearly visible in his beige trousers, pushing his hips against her own. His hands slid up her waist while he kissed her, his tongue dancing with her own.

She needed him desperately. There was an ache in her belly as her entire body was aching for him as well. Her hips moved against his hardness, heavy breaths escaping her throat. Her hands slid into his curls, tugging on them lightly. Harry let out a groan in response, his left hand sliding down to her thigh only to move back up, but under her dress this time.

The touch left her with goosebumps all over her body.

"I need you," she whispered against his lips. Harry let out an amused chuckle, pulling back just a bit to take a look at her. His eyes were darkened with lust, pupils wide and his lips red from her own lipstick. The blush remained on his cheeks, a sign of his own desire.

"You've been tempting me all night, darling. Maybe we should get straight to it, because I sure as hell can't wait until we get home."

He didn't have to say more.

Her fingers soon fumbled with the buttons of his pants. She opened them with ease, pulling down the zipper and Harry assisted her in pushing his pants down her legs.

His boner was straining against his boxers. The sight of him hard in front of her would always be a good one for her. There was nothing like seeing Harry's hard cock, dripping with pre-cum. She pushed his underwear down quickly, hand wrapping around his shaft for a moment. She gave it a few tugs, watching her boyfriend fall apart in front of her. His hand pressed against the wall above her to support himself.

Harry was trying to suppress his moans by pressing his lips together. "God, Y/N," he mumbled. The tip of his cock was swollen and red, ready for attention. She could make out a drop or two on his slit and she was tempted to bend down to capture them with her tongue.

But she didn't get the chance to when Harry's fingers wrapped around her first firmly and pulled her hand away from him.

"Turn around." His voice was low and raspy. There was a firmness in his tone that made her thighs tremble. She loved it whenever Harry was taking control of the situation.

Y/N didn't hesitate to turn her back to him, putting her hands against the wall in front of her.

"Bend forward."

She leaned forward, biting her lower lip in anticipation. She could feel the colder air around her thighs when Harry pushed up her dress and pulled her panties down. The air hit her wet pussy and the wetness that had already spread around the insides of her thighs. Her core was aching for his cock, contracting around nothing.

"Such a pretty arse."

Harry's large hands squeezed her cheeks. She could feel the coldness of his rings on her naked skin and it was thrilling her even more.

Y/N spread her legs a bit more to allow Harry better access to her cunt. She could feel his finger slide through her folds so delicately, the tip barely sliding inside her. A whimper escaped her and she almost closed her legs again.

Then two of his fingers slid into her wet core, curling just right to hit her sweet spot. She bit down on her lip to prevent herself from moaning too loudly. The knot in her belly was tightening and her legs were starting to shake from her need. She needed to feel Harry stretch her out again, to thrust into her as hard as he could and leave her as a trembling mess. Even if it meant she would have to walk around the rest of the night like that.

Harry pulled his fingers away again before she could feel the tip of his cock push against her entrance. He slowly eased inside her, his hand moving into her hair simultaneously.

As soon as he was buried deep inside her, the initial sting disappearing, she let out a long sigh. Harry was big and she had gotten used to the feeling with time, but it still felt incredibly good to have him completely fill her out.

He pulled her head back by her hair, leaning forward to whisper into her ear. "Taking me so well even out in public," he whispered and his voice sent shivers down her spine.

Her answer was only a combinations of moans and whimpers.

His hips soon started to move, his thrusts fast and determined. He bottomed out inside her every time, groaning into her ear as he was bringing them both closer to their high.

Harry's free hand snuck down to her clit, flicking over the sensitive bud over and over again. His thrusts made her legs shake and she couldn't hold back a moan every now and then even when she tried to be as quiet as possible. The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room as well, combined with the filthy sound of her wet pussy.

"You're so fucking sexy." Harry's teeth tugged on her earlobe after his words, his thrusts slowing down for a moment before he pulled back again to give her a deep and hard thrust. She let out a long moan, hands pressing against the wall in front of her. He pulled on her hair once more, harder this time, just as he started thrusting again.

He was quick this time. His rhythm still remained precise, but he was chasing after his own climax with his movements. Y/N's nails desperately tried to find some support at the wall in front of her, her thighs shaking as she was nearing her own orgasm.

Then Harry slowed down his pace, giving her a few more hard thrusts until a groan slipped past his lips and she could feel him pulse inside her. A few more flicks over her clit and it was enough to push her over the edge as well as she bit down on her lip.

Her body was shaking as Harry wrapped his arms around her to keep her steady. Her orgasm was rocking through her, intense and long, a final relief to all the tension that had built up since they had stepped onto the dance floor together and started to grind against each other.

Harry buried his face in her hair, pressing a kiss to her head as he gently rocked his hips against her.

Her breathing was heavy as she slowly came down from her high. As soon as Harry's cock went soft, he pulled out of her again, his hands resting on her hips while Y/N tried to stand straight again.

A low chuckle escaped her boyfriend's lips as she turned to face him again, her face a warm mess and her legs feeling unstable.

Harry gave her a soft kiss. His fingers brushed some hair out of her face before his hand cupped her cheek.

"I love you, darling."

[dameronscopilot]

🍑: maybe this is overrated but Steven Grant + breeding kink.

steven grant x f!reader

18+ — breeding kink, unprotected p in v, creampie, dirty talk

"Yeah, well Steven's got a goddamn breeding kink the size of Europe."

Jake's words come back to you unbidden while you're riding Steven's cock—he'd grumbled them so petulantly the other day when you'd teased him for how quickly he'd opted for the latter choice when you let him pick between fucking your cunt or your ass.

Curiosity piqued at the feeling of Steven's muscles tightening beneath you, his thrusts growing sloppy with his impending orgasm, you whine—

"Want you to fill me up, Steven."

Steven's hips stutter in response, his eyes going wide. "You...you what?"

"Come inside of me," you pant, running a hand through his sweaty curls.

"Yeah?"

He groans as you nod, and with your tits hanging over his face, he cranes his neck in an attempt to get his lips on one of them. You shiver at the feeling of his tongue swiping across a peaked nipple as he continues to push and drag his cock through your slick channel.

Without warning, Steven flips you over, hair brushing across your forehead as he leans over you, something feral in his gaze.

"Gonna fill you with so much cum you're not gonna know what to do with it all, love," he rasps, voice rough, hips snapping into yours so hard the bed frame creaks in protest.

Searing pleasure coils hot and tight in your gut as he cups the side of your face, continuing, "Gonna fuck it right back inside of you when it starts dripping out."

You whimper at the thought of your soaked pussy wetly squelching as Steven plunges back into your hot core, cum pouring down the inside of your sticky thighs and all over the sheets.

"You want me to fuck a baby into you, love?" he asks, voice tinged with desperation.

"Please, Steven."

"Fuck," he pants, chest heaving. "Wanna see your tits all round and swollen with milk."

And fuck if that doesn't send you hurtling over the edge, your cunt clenching down on Steven's throbbing cock as your orgasm punches through your body. He follows moments later, emptying himself inside of you.

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[thetheytriarch]

Are you feeling devious, mischievous, or polyamorous? 😘

💛 Lupercalia is coming up!

[barnesafterglow]

it's a wonderful lie - I might get destroyed for this but even though I loved reading SJM when her books came out, tiktok/book twitter/the whole internet has like ruined her books for me....

listen. this is SO valid

the internet has a way of making literally everything awful if they try hard enough and sjm is the epitome of that (esp as far as booktok goes). i still enjoy her books (cc more than acotar 1000%) but something about her jut gives me the ick sometimes

join the party!

[stelera]

InuDei Sketchdump Round 8

Today I bring you spicy. Tomorrow... who knows?

I will never not cover Deidara’s ;) with bomb or explosion emojis.

[swampstew]

Fuck, Marry, Kill

Eustass Kid, Bruno Bucciarati, Dio Brando

Oh goddamnit😳 Jess you beautiful, evil, temptress.

OBV gonna lock down Eustass Kid with that Marriage Certificate™️. Now the hard part. I love Bruno, I do, righteous little gangster with a heart of gold. HOWEVER, Dio is That Bitch™️ that simply keeps coming back. SO, I'd Fuck Dio and sadly, Kill Bruno. I said what I said.

Play Sleepover Saturday with me 🥳

[stylescine]

innocent yn who recently ost her virginity to h buying lingerie to impress him.

Warnings: unprotected sex (p in v), fingering

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There was something special about showing her how good sex could feel. Harry had taken his sweet time the first time they had been in bed together.

His lips had wandered over her body, his hands taking in every inch of her. Hickeys were placed on the insides of her thighs before his tongue had gotten familiar with her delicate core. He left nothing untouched and to see her as a writhing mess underneath him.

He held her afterwards, their naked bodies intertwined as he had gently caressed her hair.

Y/N had never felt this way. After Harry had fallen asleep, her mind seemed to replay the hour before, leaving her with goosebumps as she thought about the feeling of Harry inside of her. The sounds that had slipped past his lips and the way his hands had held her firmly in place.

Even days after their first time, she was wondering if she could top it up a notch. Every time they found themselves tangled together again, moans filling the room and her legs being left with uncontrollable shivers, she was thinking about stepping up her game and surprising Harry instead.

He kept showing her new things, new positions, more ways for her pleasure to unfold, so she was avidly thinking about what she could do.

She eventually decided to buy new lingerie for him. She decided on a one piece black lace set. It was also crotchless which she thought added a bit of spice to it. There were strings going from the bottom to the bra as well. Seeing herself with it in the mirror for the first time, made her smile almost instantly. Harry would definitely like this.

He was still playing a show tonight, so she was waiting for him in his dressing room as soon as the show ended. She was eager to get home with him and show him the surprise she had planned.

By the time they were home, Harry was already kissing over her neck, his hands exploring her body wherever he could as he pressed her against the closed front door behind them. A giggle escaped her lips and her hands buried in his curls, giving them a gentle tug. When his lips found the sensitive spot between her neck and jaw, she let out a sigh, leaning into his touch as his arms tightly wrapped around her waist to hold her.

"I can't wait to have you screaming tonight, darling," he whispered into her ear, teeth tugging on her earlobe gently. It was enough to send shivers through her entire body, to press her legs together and feel the desire building in her stomach.

"I have a surprise for you," she mumbled into the kiss which made Harry pull away ever so slightly. He raised his eyebrows at her, a curious look in his eyes. "You have?"

"But you have to wait in the bedroom for me," she explained briefly and Harry was quick to comply. He walked up the stairs ahead of her, disappearing in their shared bedroom.

Y/N headed for the bathroom instead, undressing herself until she could put on the lingerie set. Her heart was beating wildly in her chest. Now that the moment had come, she was slightly nervous that Harry wouldn't like it as much as she did.

She ruffled through her hair, before putting on some red lipstick as well. Harry had made her scream and shiver the past few days and now it was time for her to give him something back.

Harry was already in his underwear when she entered the room. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes visibly widening as soon as she walked into view.

"Holy shit," he mumbled. His eyes were frantically moving up and down her body as if he couldn't decide what to look at first. His cock was straining against his underwear and he was desperate to pull her close and fuck her while she was wearing that.

"Come here." His voice was hoarse now as he patted his lap. She walked over to him, sitting down sideways on his legs. "You're so beautiful, darling," he whispered into her ear as his hand travelled up her thigh. A sigh left her lips as his hand came closer and closer to her core, her legs naturally parting for him. His fingers moved through her folds gently, index teasing her clit with just a bit of pressure.

"Lay down, beautiful."

She didn't hesitate for another second, laying down in the middle of their huge bed. Harry took another moment to take her in, to take a look at her pink folds when she opened her legs. To take a look at the red on her cheeks as she watched him intently.

He then laid down between her legs, his head hovering over her pussy. His arms wrapped around her legs, keeping them spread apart as he started to kiss her thighs first. "Can't wait to get a taste you again, love."

She bucked her hips up in desperation. "You look so good in that underwear. Bought all of that for me, didn't you?" His voice was teasing while his finger moved through her wetness again.

She felt the nice stretch of his finger when he pushed it inside her. Her moans sounded through the room as he started to move it back and forth. He curled his finger upwards, searching for that sensitive spot inside her.

"You're so tight, my love. Going to fuck you so good again tonight."

He was clearly trying to urge her on some more. And it was working, as her hips started to desperately move against his finger, her body in need of so much more.

She let out a sigh when Harry removed his finger from her core. His eyes had darkened as he looked at her, expression drunken with lust.

He moved back to remove his underwear, his cock already visibly hard. "I need you. Looking so pretty tonight, baby," he mumbled as he settled between her legs, angling them up a bit to align his cock with her core.

Harry slowly pushed forward, a groan slipping from his lips when he was fully buried inside of her. "So good..." he mumbled, his head falling down to rest against her shoulder as he kissed over her neck, his hips thrusting forward slowly.

He used his right hand to support himself while his left one moved to her breast, kneading it under his palm.

"You drive me absolutely crazy with this."

Moans escaped her throat as Harry put her legs over his shoulders, thrusting into her fast and hard. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room as his eyes roamed over her body, taking in the beautiful sight in front of him. The way her breasts looked in that one piece, the way the sweat started to collect on her forehead.

His thrusts grew more frantic as the tension in her stomach became more and more. Her legs were shaking as he continued to fuck her, his nails digging into the soft skin of her thighs. She was getting closer and closer to that high, every thrust pushing her further to the edge.

His thumb found her clit, drawing circles around it.

"Come for me, pretty girl."

It was enough to throw her over the edge, her pussy tightening around him as he continued to lazily thrust into her. His orgasm followed soon after, his cum filling her as he buried himself inside her completely. Low moans slipped past his lips as he closed his eyes for a second while the pleasure was washing over him.

"You can wear this every day from now on."

She figured he had liked her little surprise.

[supercantaloupe]

happy sleepover saturday my dude!! im watching the lego movie for the first time with a friend and trying not to die (<- has zero spice tolerance but is also not immune to kung pao chicken's allure) (its so tasty.... 🥺) what are some of your favorite animated movies? do you like spicy food/do you have a spice tolerance? 💖

HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON!! great movie and genuinely one of the best film scores ever written. the sequels are not bad too but nothing beats the original. into the spiderverse of course and the mitchells vs the machines...spirited away and princess mononoke...ratatouille, the incredibles, monsters inc, good classic pixar...shrek 1 and 2 (obv), kung fu panda (esp 2), road to el dorado, prince of egypt, good classic dreamworks...it's kinda tough to think of movies that aren't just at the top of Anyone's list of good animated movies tbh. shoutout to chicken run and wallace and gromit curse of the wererabbit -- DELIGHTFUL aardman films. there's also a 2010 japanese animated film called colorful that i like quite a bit, i've been meaning to rewatch that.

and yes i love spicy food! i'm not a masochist about it and i do have my limits but i usually like to go for like a 3/5 or a medium spicy option when presented with a choice of spice level, and i can usually tolerate more chili spice than my friends. we grow a LOT of hot peppers in our garden at home every summer and have a lot of fun cooking with them all year (they freeze really well!)

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[dameronscopilot]

Okay, but Marc + Uniform Kink (in this case the ceremonial armor) *swoons* Favorite dynamic next to Steven and his breeding kink

marc spector x f!reader

18+ — suit kink, cock drunk, unprotected p in v, creampie

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Steven's nervously pacing as he contemplates the wrath of Khonshu for inappropriate use of the ceremonial armor.

Wait till you see what happens if you wrap that tie around her wrists and pull out those batons, hermano.

Marc bites back a laugh at the undignified sound Steven makes in response to Jake's quip, though he quickly pushes them both from his mind as the desperate, breathy little moans that fall from your lips drag him back to the present.

For all of your offhanded, passing remarks about wanting him to fuck you in the suit, Marc never could have fathomed this—the way you're whining and writhing beneath him, so wet he can hardly keep his cock inside of you. Half of his thrusts find him sloppily rutting through your folds for a moment until he can sink back into the heat of your dripping cunt again.

You've come twice already, and you're still begging for more, cock drunk on the feeling of the armor's dense fabric scraping along your inner thighs as Marc groans above you, murmuring how goddamn pretty you look for him.

Fingers skating across the cool touch of the crescent blade at his chest, you cry out as your cunt clamps down on Marc once more, legs trembling as he ruthlessly fucks you through your third orgasm until he's coming, too, painting your soaked, clenching walls with his seed.

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[darlingpwease]

I know that you know that I know, but my real problem with dark content for yuuta is not incest and noncon, but the fact that it's all sub!reader. maybe I want to read about a reader who is a pervert, and not about yuuta.

he's just too full of love and innocent, okay? the material to be corrupted, but not the other way </3

[couldyouspeakmyname]

Sleepover Saturday/Spicy Sunday

fuck, marry, kill

ask my top 3 of anything

send me celebrities for hot or not

would I ship _______ with _______ ?

headcanons

who you ship me with

tell me stories about you or your day

ask me for advice

ask me questions about things you want to know

literally whatever you want

FMK

Legom, Mizuchi, Rokume

Haru, Ak, Kyuu

San, Tem, Pina

Hino, Miguel, Sabu

Jinma, Dope, Bill

Would you rather

Join the drama club and fight crime secret superhero style, or live like a secret villain with Yafya or Oguma?

*Spicy* Would you rather be caught having intimate time with Bill or with Free? How would you talk your way out of it?

Would you rather have to escape the Black Market horror movie style, or escape Cherryton Horror movie style?

Would you rather work with Gouhin or work with Gon?

Questions

What was your favorite side story?

What is your opinion on Melons mom?

What is a character you think was pointless?

*Spicy* what is the character you're most thirsty for and why?

What is a Beastars character you wished had merch?

What do you think fall traditions for Beastars would involve?

Prompts

You're doing a group costume! Who do you do it with and what costumes are you wearing?

*Spicy* You walk in on someone having "special" alone time! How do you react and what do you do? Who did you catch?

You need a ride home after a night out, who do you call?

You get to pick an outfit for a character, who is it and what outfit do you pick out?

[daeannknight]

😌 What are you waiting for? I'm already tucked in & ready for bed! 😴

[ozzgin]

Yandere! Yakuza x Reader (IV)

Happy Holidays! Remember your plans to visit friends and family back in your home country? Scratch that. The Yakuza men have other ideas for you in this cozy Christmas special. And you finally get to meet their fearsome Boss, who has a request for you.

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5]

You stare at your phone in disbelief, rereading each line and hoping you've misunderstood the kanji. Daitou and Kazuya are quietly frowning behind you, unsure how to help in such a situation. Their lack of response only confirms it.

The brief paragraph is written in bold, red font: Due to weather conditions, all flights are cancelled until further notice. Passengers have been refunded and will need to repurchase their tickets at first convenience.

One glimpse at the last-minute prices and you're certain of it: you won't be going home for Christmas. You slouch and sigh, somewhat at peace with the idea. What else can you do? You might as well get yourself a KFC bucket and stare at the holiday lights in the city center. You and the couples taking cheesy Christmas selfies, who will later wonder about the gloomy loner behind them philosophically crunching on spicy wings.

"Don't look so defeated, (Y/N). You can just spend that time with us instead. We're not such terrible company, are we?" Kazuya jokes, trying to cheer you up.

"We could even go on a trip around New Year."

Your eyes light up in anticipation, the sadness vanishing almost instantly. 

"Can we go to one of those hot spring inns? I've always wanted to visit an onsen." You put your hands together pleadingly. 

"Whoa! Take me out to dinner first if you're that eager to see me naked." The blonde man winks at you smugly. 

"How would I see you naked? The baths are separated, aren't they?" You inquire. 

"We can't go to the regular ones." Daitou pulls his collar slightly downwards, revealing a fragment of his traditional tattoos. True. A yakuza would never be allowed among the civilians. "We'd have to book a private bath, so there wouldn't be anyone else."

You blush at the prospect of being alone with the two men. Kazuya notices your nervousness and is about to continue his teasing, but Daitou speaks before him, unbothered and oblivious:

"Besides, you've already seen me naked. I can tell you Kazuya doesn't look much different. There's nothing to be shy about."

The blonde man can only gawk, taken aback, and you shove Daitou in a flustered panic, fumbling to find an excuse or a change of subject.

He didn't have to make your business public like that, or he could've at least announced it without you being present. Judging by the blonde's speechless reaction, you're guessing he hasn't been told about your sneaky office smooching that led to the occasional sleepover. If you think about it, there's nothing shameful about being intimate with your boyfriend, but...It's not something you're fully accustomed to yet.

As promised, after the coworker incident you were soon greeted with a job offer in the neighborhood. When you went to your old office to discuss the mandatory year contract, the managers nervously handed you an approval for resignation and refused to discuss any details. You were free to go, no penalty or obligation. They had a fearful demeanor and you hoped Daitou didn't dismember anyone involved. Regardless of his means, you were now at the liberty to pursue other careers.

On the other hand, you were rather anxious about your new workplace. You had flashing visions of drug cartels and gambling parlors, with thugs rattling their drinks at you and demanding proper service. Windows breaking and masked men rolling onto the floor, armed to the brim. Ginza hostesses scurrying behind you and asking for help against an angered client. The night before your first day, you restlessly shuffled in your bed, plagued by second thoughts. What could you possibly do for the yakuza? What ghoulish demands would they prepare for you?

Daitou was the one to accompany you in the morning. He showed you to your desk, and you could discern the blurred frames of people angrily discussing matters in the opposing meeting room, separated by a large window. You gulped.

"They're building a new apartment complex two streets down." Your boyfriend mentioned casually, helping you settle with your belongings. 

"Huh?"

"Oh, sorry, I thought you were curious about their talk."

"I mean, I am, but...Is that it?" You gazed at him incredulously. 

"What else? This is a real estate office. Upstairs is the stock investments."

"Oh...Oh...I thought..." You were a little embarrassed. The imaginary scenarios of bloody battles and crimes that kept you awake felt quite ridiculous now.

Daitou seemed to have picked up on your assumptions, because he chuckled and ruffled your hair, following with an explanation. 

"Boss is very strict with our Ninkyo-Do. If you're caught with drugs or petty theft, you're excommunicated. We used to have a bunch of gambling casinos as main income, but nowadays there's too much pressure from the police, ya know? Half of our members aren't even officially registered with the Yakuza, so they can't be tracked. We mostly do stocks and real estate. That's where the cash is. 

Heh. Kinda boring, ain't it? I'm afraid you showed up way after the golden times. Even I'm too young for it. If ya want, I can ask one of the retired seniors to tell you about it. He has a lot of great stories."

You held your tongue from bringing up his frequent killing sprees and just nodded, amused by the fact that his code of conduct didn't register human casualties as wrong. The Yakuza have strict rules of ethics that set them apart from regular mafia. Depending on the Oyabun, or Head of the Family, this chivalrous way of living is reinforced to all members or conveniently swept under the rug. Daitou's Boss seemed to fit in the former category. 

Therefore your "office job" turned out to be an actual office job without the quotes. Although you were often reminded the people passing by weren't your regular salarymen. Many of them were entirely transparent with you, striking up conversations about their latest arrest, or complaining about the poor quality of their pinky finger prosthetic they'd ordered from the Philippines. 

But this isn't the time to reminisce. The prolonged silence is unbearable and one could fry eggs on your hot, burning cheeks. Kazuya is the one to break the awkwardness. 

"Oh, yeah...You coming to the Christmas thing this evening?"

"We'll be there." Daitou smiles innocently, unaware of the discomfort he just caused.

Kazuya raises his eyebrows in surprise and looks at you.

"Did you...?"

"Yup. It's all fine." The dark haired man nods reassuringly. 

"Then I'll see you at dinner, little (Y/N). Don't catch a fever with all that steam blowing out of you." He laughs at your still baffled expression and places his large hand on your head, departing.

Daitou holds the door open for you and you hurry inside. As you both walk down the hallway of the luxurious restaurant, you can't help the nagging feeling that he's once again omitted some vital information. 

"Can you tell me again who else is coming? Just Kazuya?"

"Oh no, it's a Family meeting. So Boss and the rest of the Seniors, too."

You gasp in horror, but before you can scold him, you find yourself behind the canvas screen divider, facing a table of older men in suits, holding their drinks and eyeing you suspiciously. 

"Oi, who the fuck is this, Daitou?" one of them growls. 

"I already told you before, (Y/N). My girlfriend."

"Huh? Did you seriously just bring a civvy to our meeting? I knew you got a loose screw, boy, but this tops it all."

Daitou frowns and steps in front of you, visibly annoyed. 

"If ya got a problem with my woman being here, I can settle it for you, old man. When was the last time you fought someone?"

"'s that supposed to mean?"

"It means you've gotten too comfortable sitting up there and barking orders. Let me remind you why they leave the killings to me."

The thick tension in the air is quickly dispersed by a loud, relaxed laugh. At the end of the table, a heavily scarred man with grey hair is clapping his hands in delight, seemingly amused by the events unfolding. He glances at you and pats a cushioned seat to his right. 

"There you are! Come join us, miss (Y/N). Ignore those rusty grumps, they ain't seen a woman outside a host club." He throws the instigator a brief glare. "Is that any way to talk to my guest, Oota?"

The man swallows dryly and mutters an apology. He goes back to his drink, preoccupied, and the rest follow suit. 

You hesitantly kneel down to your designated place, sheepishly peeking at the mysterious figure. Could it be? As if reading your mind, Daitou places an encouraging hand on your waist and lowers his head to your ear, swiftly whispering "that's Boss" before going to greet the others at the table. 

"I-it's a pleasure meeting you, Sir." You mumble nervously.

"No no, pleasure is all mine. I'm Eiji Ijichi, 8th Head of our Family." 

His introduction is unexpectedly warm and his easygoing way of speaking reminds you a lot of Daitou. The faintest grin threatens to appear, but you cover your mouth. With enough imagination, this could be the equivalent of meeting your in-laws. This is Daitou's family, after all. A criminally scary one, but nonetheless you've been welcomed with open arms.

"Do you drink?" The older man asks you, raising his porcelain cup.

"Naturally." You exclaim and lift your own cup enthusiastically. 

"Attagirl!"

As the night progresses, the men at the table are loosening up under the influence of expensive alcohol. Kazuya seems to be caught in a terribly involved conversation with Daitou and one of their Captains, gesturing dramatically and occasionally raising his tone. You notice your glass has once again been filled by the waitress and take another sip, satisfied with observing their fun from the sidelines. Boss has a similar approach, gazing nostalgically over the rowdy group of thugs.

He reaches for his pack of smokes and you scramble to pick up the lighter, politely bowing as you light up his cigarette. He smiles at your gesture. 

"I see Daitou's trained you already."

He ponders for a moment, gently blowing a cloud of smoke upwards. 

"You'll make a good wife."

"Excuse me?" You question, startled by his sudden remark. 

"It's hard to tell, but I'm getting pretty old myself." He snickers at his self made compliment. "Soon it'll be time to pick my successor. I have no children, unless you count that rascal I picked from the streets." He says as he tilts his chin towards Daitou. 

"I love him like my own kid, but I'm sure you noticed he's a little off. Everyone is terrified of him. You can't have a leader if everyone runs away from him, ya know? I was starting to get worried I'd work myself through retirement. Kazuya can only do so much!

Then he comes up to me grinning like an idiot. I thought, 'There it is. He finally lost it', but instead he asks me if I want to see a photo of his girlfriend. Girlfriend?! I was ready to witness some crusty body pillow, my hand was on the phone to call our Family doctor. He shows me a cute foreigner standing next to him. Now I'm pretty sure he's not smart enough to fake photos like that, so it must be the real deal. 'How the Devil did ya pull this one?' I asked him. Cause listen, I was rather handsome back in my day and I still wouldn't have been this lucky.

And would ya look at that, it's the miss that moved into our apartments! How's the living conditions, by the way? Everything going fine?"

You nod energetically.

"Good, good."

He crosses his arms and nods himself, satisfied. He turns to gaze at you intently, with a face you can't quite read.

"You gotta excuse a drunk old man for rambling so much. What I'm trying to say...well...

Take care of him when he becomes the 9th, will ya? If he has you, I'm sure he'll manage. But don't tell him I said that! You gotta keep them humble. See, that's a lesson for you too. If there's one person the Head of the Family bows to, that's his wife! But I doubt he'd let the power get to his head."

You both turn to Daitou. He just finished pouring more sake to his superior and notices your stare. He blushes slightly and waves, unsure why he's suddenly being observed. 

"I think so, too." You respond, waving back. 

How would that look on a CV? Ane-san of a Yakuza family.