#nishitani x reader

[lucarionite9364]

"Fluids" - Michael Medrano

Reader x Nishitani x Majima

WC: 3.8 K

CW: HELLA SMUT, dub con but he's into it, Bisexual threesome (yes gay shit ensues), Nishitani is a warning in itself, biting, face riding, creampie, handcuffs.

AN: Hope you like it cus there's like no Nishitani content (I read it all)

Also this song fic turned out just to be by word association alone and not similar in vibes but its a banger song so yeah.

You desperately needed to get out of the house. All week long, your boyfriend has been stressing over his job managing the Cabaret Grand. He takes pride in his job, and it shows with how smoothly his place runs. However, even the Mad Dog of Shimano needs a break every once in a while.

You convinced him to take you to a club that wasn’t his for once. He figured he could do some management stalking while he was there, but you would try your best to get him to relax. You knew him, his past, what he deals with now. He needs one night to forget about his stressors for a bit. 

You lived close by to his run down place, so he frequented yours more often than not. He finished adjusting the cuffs on his shirt, a quarter of the buttons down showing the slightest hint of his tattoo that you adored. “You ready, Y/N?” You make your way into the main living space, putting on your earrings, humming a yes in response. 

His face may not change much, but you notice the way his eyes soften as they look at you. This can’t help but make you smile, lips catching the eye of your lover. Unbeknownst to you, they would catch the eye of someone else too. 

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 You arrive at the club shortly, breathing in the scent of sweat and alcohol as the bouncer lets you pass. You and Majima take your seats at the bar and chat for a bit. It seems you two hardly have time to just bask in each others’ presence and exchange idle conversation. You sipping on your Piña Colada while he gingerly drinks a Tequila Old Fashioned. 

After finishing your first drink, you turn to your lover. “Maji, let’s go dance, we’ve been sitting for so long.” You give him a large smile as you pull his hands to lead him away from his stool at the bar. Shaking his shock at your boldness, he quickly recovers to grab you around the waist and lead you the rest of the way. 

You sway your hips in time with the rhythm of the song. You can’t help but laugh a little and Majima’s side stepping dance, waving his arms as he moves side to side. The next few songs went by in a blur as you kept dancing the night away. But you had this inkling that someone was watching you and your lover dance. You shook it off, thinking it must have just been your imagination or the drinks. 

Those drinks must have hit you like a train so you excused yourself to the bathroom. Majima kisses your cheek and states that he’ll be at the bar again waiting for you. You both go your separate ways. You almost reach the restroom, but not before a man in a fuchsia suit grabs you and spins you his way. 

I took this pretty girl to the dance floor, 

I took her boyfriend to the bar, kissed him a little more.

“Hey, pretty baby,” He seems oddly sober for how much he smells of champagne. “I seen ya with yer man over there. Do ya think he’d mind to share?” He grinned wider than you’ve seen before. He held your wrist which you firmly yanked out of his grasp. “Excuse me? Who the hell are you supposed to be?” Before you could step back, he grasped your chin and pulled you in for a wet kiss. Your eyes stay open in shock as you push him away. All he says is “You’ll know me soon enough Sweetheart,” as he walks off into the crowd. 

You bolt for the bathroom, locking the door behind you. “What the hell just happened?” Oh my god. Some prick just near made out with you in public. You turn on the sink so that you can get some cold water on your face. Maybe snap into reality and realize, no, that was not a joke of the mind, that just happened. 

You have to tell Majima, he’ll understand. Hopefully. You actually have no clue how he’ll react but you can explain yourself. Right?

As you walk back out toward the bar, you find a sight you never expected: Majima pinned to the bar top by the same man who just kissed you, making out with him as well. If you didn’t have hinges your jaw would be on the floor. What the actual fuck was going on?

Angry that this dude pulled the same stunt knowing he was your man had you pissed. You storm over to the two and rip the man off your lover.

“Ok prick, first you pull me off and kiss me knowing he’s my boyfriend, then you go and kiss him too?” You jab a finger into his chest, “Get lost!” The man you’ve yet to know the name of simply backs away with his hands up like he did nothing wrong. Yet he still had that devilish smirk on his face like this was expected, which confused you. You didn’t have time to contemplate his look as you took your stunned boyfriend’s hand. 

“We’re leaving Majima.” You march toward the exit of the club, mad that this random guy had put such a damper on your night. Majima had his hand on your back, keeping you grounded. You still felt those god awful eyes on you, and it seems Majima felt them too as you both turned around one last time. You see this mystery man grab another lover as he winks in your direction. You turn to make eye contact with the man next to you as you turn to leave for the night. 

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Nishitani POV

After you two left, Nishitani took his usual seat at the bar and asked for his 3rd? No, 5th drink for the night. The bartender gave him his drink quickly. “Damn,” he shakes his head to himself. “Those two got me wavy like a Malibu Sunset.” He could still taste that coconut everytime he thinks of them. 

He swiftly finishes the glass, but before he could ask for another drink the bartender stops him. “Don’t you think you’ve had enough?” He glared up like the question offended him personally. “No I don’t need no water, I’m not the fuckin driver.” But god did this Tequila get him faded. He’s got a blood chub coming on just thinking of the events from tonight. He wished those two were back in his sights so he could get with them more. But alas, he just might grab another lover. 

I don’t know what your name is,

or who you fucking came with,

Just want to get you naked.

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Your POV

You and Majima were both pissed that you got felt up while trying to have a good time. Like who does this creep think he is? A few days went by and you developed complex feelings at the thought of this random stranger kissing you at random. Did you… like it? No that can be, you have Majima who shows you plenty of love when you want it. So why did this feel different? It makes your skin buzz thinking about it. 

You hated the mere possibility of enjoying that kiss, you felt like you’re betraying Majima. You couldn’t stand this, you had to tell him how you felt, if not just to be honest with him, but to be honest with yourself. 

Majima was sitting on the couch drinking a beer when you got home. These thoughts were eating you all day and the guilt must have been evident on your face as he called you over to sit with him. 

“Baby, what’s wrong?” He asks, leaving you to drop the mental bomb. You look down, not being able to face him. You have to say it, so you take a sip of his drink for confidence and go out with it. 

“Majima, you know I love you with every fiber of my being, yes?” He looks worried at what you’re going to say next. “But, that guy from the club the other night. When he kissed me, I hated him for that, but. . .” You trail off as tears start to well up in your eyes. “I. . . liked it.” You cover your eyes as the shame becomes too much. 

You feel arms wrap around you as you sob into his chest. “Is that what this is about?” You look up to him and see a slight smile on his face. “Darling, I thought you were going to dump my ass.” He chuckles, which makes you snort at the absurdity of that thought. 

“I would never leave you!” you jump on him from where you were sitting. “I just felt so guilty about it, and I couldn’t keep that from you,” you think for a second. He also got put in the same situation. “How do you feel about being kissed in the club?” His eye widened at your question, clearly not expecting it. 

He quickly looks away from you, hesitating his answer. “I. . . also kinda enjoyed it.” You felt a weight leave your body as he feels the same. “Oh my god, that is a relief to hear.” You both laugh into each other as he takes another sip of his beer. You both calm down, but your mind keeps racing back to that night. You had to get back at that man for kissing both of you. An idea just so happens to come to mind. 

“I know that look,” an air of playfulness shows in his voice. “What’s yer plan?”

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It was the same night you met this man, just a week later. Your plan centered on the fact that he’d be at the same club twice. Fate’s in your hand because low and behold, there he is, in all his perverted glory. This man really is the definition of “These fluids got me feelin fluid give me something Imma do it.” He had both sides on his arms, feeling them up in public. 

You and Majima sat at the bar sipping your one and only drink for the night. (You had to be mostly sober for your revenge plans.) You began acting more drunk than you were in hopes to lure him to you. You noticed Majima’s face was flushed, you’ve only had one drink so that’s odd. You turn to see that the mystery man is making sexual gestures at him. You pretend to sway like you're tipsy, directing your boyfriend’s attention to you. “The less attention you give him now will make him come faster.” You grin deviously as it seems to not take very long for your target to wander over to you. 

“Ahhah, just the people I wanted to see again,” he grabs your ass as he simultaneously feels Majima up too. You know you just need to act like you’re into it, but you can’t help but crave his touch. He leans in closer, “Did you want to see me again that badly? Ohhh you guys are so sweet.” He’s so shameless it catches you off guard. 

You put your hand on his upper arm, making his gaze go ablaze with desire. You laugh a little more than usual when you talk to sell that you’re not sober. Hopefully. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you~” You chuckle while giving him a sly smile. He leans closer to your face “I knew you would baby.” 

He pulls you in for a kiss, and this time you didn’t pull away. You leaned into his crude touches as he pried your mouth open. You couldn’t help but to glance at Majima while this happened. He was dazed watching you make out with another man in front of him. You looked down to see a slight tent form in his pants. He was into this? You’ll have to unpack that later as he releases your mouth. 

You didn’t have time to process before he was on Majima, giving him the same treatment. At Least you got him where you wanted him, but this was not a bad sight by any means. All you want to do is touch your lover, but you must refrain. 

Majima’s face is more flushed than it was earlier. He’s grabbing the man’s waist and pulling him closer surprisingly. The man seems to enjoy that as his tongue is likely the furthest it can go down his throat. He then leaves Majima’s mouth with a pop, eyes looking crazed as he gets what he wants. 

You chide in before he can talk, “Mmmm~ we should take this home, yeah?” You gaze at Majima who nods in agreement. You don’t need to hear the man’s eager approval as he’s already bricked. You left the club then, feeling mischievous as you have a long night ahead of you. 

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You finally reach your shared apartment with the man in tow. You barely opened the door before he was on you, dragging Majima by his tie. You grasped onto the lapels of his jacket to keep you grounded from the wave of lust sweeping through the room. Majima takes the lead and goes toward the bedroom. Before he reached the threshold, the man nigh tackled him through as they landed on the bed with a thud. Him instantly taking Majima’s mouth into his own. You see him straddling your boyfriend ripping off his jacket and tie with impatience. 

You stumble over to them quickly taking off your shoes as the man grapples you between him and your lover. You giggle as the kisses on both sides of your neck tickle. You let out a harsh breath as one of them bites that sweet spot on your neck. Your lover works his way from underneath you and off the bed. This gives the pink suited man the opportunity to roll on top of you. As your head hits the pillows beneath you, you can’t help but get a thrill as your plans are almost set in motion. 

“C’mere sweetheart. Lemme see your pretty face.” He breathes onto your neck like his heart is pumping a mile a minute. You roll on top of him, swiveling him underneath you. You bite your lip, looking as seductive as possible as you slowly pull his jacket from his arms. 

In contrast, you rip his button up off him leaving him breathless. “You sure know how to get a man worked up, don’t cha.” He leaned in to kiss you more, but you stopped just short of his lips. “Now.” 

Before the man could question your word of choice his wrists were handcuffed to the bed frame by your lover. You immediately pull away after hearing the clicks of cuffs in place and the rustle of him trying to break free. 

“What gives? Baby you’re so sweet, breaking out the cuffs fer ol’ me.” He squirms more in his restraints, visibly hard despite his situation. “This isn’t meant to be nice, we’re simply getting payback for the club.” You say, sounding noticeably more sober than before. Majima steps closer to you and pulls your face towards him for a deep kiss. The excitement makes you grind down on the man beneath you.

“What, so I just have ta watch ya get it on on top of me?” You break away from the kiss breathless as he pouts. It’s fun to watch his arms flex as he tries to break free. You chuckle as Majima leans in. “If you be good we might just play nice with you.” The man looked shocked to say the least, but shit he was into it and he ain’t gonna let handcuffs stop him from having a good time. 

Majima sits on the bed next to you, grabbing your chest and threading his fingers through your hair. You toss your head back as he starts sucking on that sweet spot on your neck. You quickly peel your top from your body, letting your tits fall out with a slight bounce. The pink suited man was practically salivating at the sight. Too bad he was still restrained or you’d never be left alone tonight. 

Majima takes off his tie and button up fairly quickly. You trace his tattoos with your tongue for only a second before he pushes you to lay down atop the man beneath you. You cuddle up the man by rubbing yourself on his obvious erection and reach your hands above you to play with his hair. He groans out in utter bliss; acting like he could blow any minute with how hard he’s panting. 

You turn around, unable to withstand showing him attention any longer. With his hands cuffed above him, he can’t do much. However, that doesn’t stop him from trying. As you kiss up and down the swirls of color on his chest, he thrusts his hips up in hopes of getting friction. He also keeps trying to smell your hair. Sweet, but weird.

You hold his head up as you suck hickies into his neck. If biting into him didn’t make him groan, then your boyfriend undoing his pants surely did. 

“OooOhhhh yeah, yer gettin me so hard, ya know?” You sit up as Majima pulls down his pants to release his sizable cock. You’re surprised the old man is packin. You’re even more surprised to see how eager your boyfriend is to start licking a fat stripe up his cock. The man shivers in pleasure and starts rambling how good his mouth feels. You’ve had enough of his blabbering. You move up toward his face. Putting your legs on either side of his face, you straddle his jaw. 

His face is flushed and drooling trying to wiggle his face lower. “You talk too much, you know that?” You move up and finally set your hips firmly on his lips.

He wastes no time before lapping at your slick cunt. You figured he was experienced, but this exceeds your expectations. He attached his tongue to your clit, sucking in a rapid succession. He was licking stripe after stripe up and down your folds. He had you seeing stars a little too quick for you to handle. You moaned out at the pleasure. Gripping his hair and tugging, you almost forgot just who it was eating you out so good. This was some filth from the club, you can’t let him think he has the high ground while being under you.

You look down at him while breathing heavily. His disheveled, sex crazed face almost did you in right then and there. You yanked hard on his har, gripping it tighter, which made him moan out into your cunt. The vibrations felt so good on your clit, but you had to show him who was in charge. You grind down on his nose, pushing his face further into your folds. His face was so blissed and you’re surprised he hasn’t run out of air yet. 

His tongue slithers up into you as you grind yourself on his nose. His pace was too much. Too fast. Too good. It had you seeing white as the wave of pleasure overtook you. Your body convulsed atop him as you rode out your high. As you came down you could still hear the filthy sounds of him lapping up your release that now covered the lower half of his face. 

You lean back, removing your weight from him. His breaths are rapid and desperate. His eyes were wide with pleasure. The way his body was heaving up and down made your heart race even more. 

You turn your head behind you and find the second reason he is out of breath. Majima was still hunched over his cock, face covered in his cum. Your lover was out of breath as well. You could only imagine the glorious sight it was, damn, you wished you had turned around to watch. 

Despite having just cum, the stranger was still full mast and rock hard. You looked at your boyfriend. His eye glossed over in a haze of lust. It seems you have the same idea as your grand finale with your boy toy. You stay straddling his waist as you reach down to grab his legs and spread them open with little resistance. It seems he knows what’s coming and wants it just as much as you do. 

Majima grabs the bottle of clear liquid from his nightstand and pops the cap open to pour some of the liquid on his fingers. It seems he wants to torment the man a little more as he didn’t even bother to heat up the gel. The man beneath you squirms and is huffing in anticipation. Majima rims his hole with his pointer finger for a moment before he pushes in. He progresses digits very quickly until he has worked him on three fingers. 

You both line yourselves up, feeling he is ready to be shown the best time of his life. Majima pushes in before you drop down on him. The pink suited man groans out with a high-pitch moan at the feeling of his cock being used and his ass being filled. The noise sounds like heaven while you and your boyfriend both moan out at the feeling. 

You don’t take long before you start bouncing up and down on this stranger’s cock like a human toy. Your heart races as you pull Majima in for a sloppy kiss as you ride someone else. It’s exhilarating. Majima also doesn’t let him off easy as he sets a fast and harsh pace. Your lover grabs your hips and moves them up and down harder than you were going. It was so thrilling being enraptured by your lover as you ignored this man’s pleas to be uncuffed. To let him touch you and Majima. To let him fuck you like you are to him now. He’s moaning like a whore and you love knowing it you and Majima that made him this way.

What you’re doing is likely morally detestable but you couldn’t care less as your pleasure was building inside you once more. You keep moving your ass up and down as Majima reaches down to play with your clit. You grapple your arms around his neck as you come undone once more. Your pussy clenches down on his cock as you spasm around him again and again. This triggered the stranger’s orgasm as you zeroed in on how his hot cum flooded your insides. Majima grabbed your waist hard as he shot his load into his ass. 

It was all too much and you almost fell over had it not been for Majima holding you up. You pull Majima in for a less harsh, more sensual kiss as you lift yourself off of the man beneath you and he pulls out the same. Breathless huffs were all that could be heard as you recovered. You both look over as you hear the man chuckle loudly behind you. 

“The name’s Nishitani by the way,” He barks a laugh. “I think we skipped that part.”

[behindthetojo]

Who should my next fanfic (not headcanons) be about?

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At first sight II Chapter Twenty-Two

(m!reader x Bonten!Haruchiyo Sanzu)

Fluff/slash/reader is male/cursing/BontenTimeline/drugs and alcohol mentioned/violence/blood/death

All characters that appeared in the Tokyo Revengers manga and anime belong to Ken Wakui.

Words: 4128

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It was completely dark outside the windows of the office of Investigation Department 1, apart from the street lamps that illuminated the premises of the police station, which had been your place of work for at least 5 years.

In the room, which easily accommodated ten desks belonging to other detectives working with you, there were only you and your partner, Shinji Okumura.

On the wall, at the end of the room, hung two large, white magnetic boards on which each of you could take quick notes, with special markers designed for this purpose, and you could also use a projector connected to one of the computers and do a quick brainstorming.

For the typical arrangement of clues, so that the detectives could freely view the information that had been collected during the case that each pair of investigators was working on, you had specially designed cork boards, which were located on the wall directly or in the immediate vicinity of the desks you occupied.

You were standing in front of one of these boards, pinning to it a freshly printed piece of paper with a brief informational summary about the pimp you had visited literally an hour and a half ago.

Kanata Nishitani or as you remembered him Hideki Nagano.

You were surprised to see Nishitani's personal details in the Police Database, while your memory undoubtedly connected the man's appearance and voice with one of Hachirou Kuroda's two closest associates.

But again, that was before the time-leap and that fact frustrated you greatly because you were now faced with another fact that you could no longer be as certain of as you wanted to be. If it had been otherwise, your work would have progressed much, much further.

"Do you know how many guys named Hachirou Kuroda we have in our database and under the category of pimps?" Okumura asked in a tired voice.

"Less than 20?" You answered him hopefully, still looking at Nagano's photo. You will only call him by another name if the situation requires it. To you, he was, is and will be Hideki Nagano. Nothing will change that.

"Only 54 in all of Japan." Came the answer and you looked at the detective in surprise.

„54?”

"Uh-huh. Ten of them are registered in Kantō." The black-haired man put a cigarette in his mouth and sighed heavily. "Fuck, why can't we smoke here. Any ideas?"

"There was nothing else in Nishitani's files?" You asked, wanting to continue playing the complete ignorance about the guy.

Okumura thought again as he looked through the data and scratched his head.

"It only mentions a former partner, but that doesn't fit. The guy's name was Akira and there's no last name."

"Maybe that's it?" You asked, secretly glad that if at least that hadn't changed, then thanks to that you'd find the right pimp.

"Akira? But in what sense?"

"Nickname? Check if any of the Kurodas are using the name Akira or just that." You went to the desk and stood behind your partner to help him search.

"Okay, here it is. Hachirou Akira Kuroda." Okumura opened the appropriate file and you started reading. "Convicted of 3 rapes over the course of 13 years... Either he didn't do it more often, or he only got caught that many times or it was proven. Beatings, robberies, thefts... Pimping, but he still does it. Huh. Punishable threats... Causing a car accident under the influence of prohibited substances."

“He was only 20 at the time.” You observed calmly, and a question popped into your head whether the man had ever driven without a license, or whether he had a driver.

“From what it says here, he ran a host club with Nishitani, but the gentlemen had a heated argument about the treatment of the employees.” Okumura threw you a quick look over his shoulder. “What do you think it was about?”

"Nishitani said that unlike Kuroda, he doesn't tolerate unhealthy competition between his employees." You said, searching for some additional information among what was displayed on the monitor. "Maybe the girls had a fight, it came to blows so serious that one of them suffered significant damage, maybe even irreversible damage to their health... She lost her value, as our colleague put it earlier, and the money stopped adding up?" You looked Shinji in the eye. "I wouldn't be surprised if Kuroda and Nishitani were forced to get rid of the evidence and came to some kind of agreement, after which they went their separate ways."

“For example…” The man moved his unlit cigarette up and down. “There was a murder and they had to get rid of the body?”

“We don’t know that. We don’t have any evidence.” You answered him truthfully, but you liked the direction the detective was heading. “If only we had more on this, we could figure out how to get Kuroda to cooperate with us willingly.”

“Uh-huh…” Okumura looked at the monitor again and nodded. “Yeah, that would be really helpful.”

You sat down in front of your desk and moved your chair back enough so you could once again look at the board with the clues posted. After a moment, Okumura patted his thighs, turned off his computer, stood up from the chair and started putting on his coat.

“Listen, L/n, I’m going home. I promised Mimiko I’d have dinner with them tonight. Besides, my little ones miss my fairy tales.” He announced, taking the cigarette out of his mouth. “Are you going to stay here or are you going?”

"No. I'll stay another hour." You answered him, so the detective nodded, took his black leather briefcase and headed for the exit. "Hey, Okumura."

"Yeah?" The man stopped in the doorway and looked at you with tired eyes.

"Buy your wife a bouquet of flowers and give her a foot massage. She'll forget about the scented shirt." You said, trying not to smile, and the man stuck his middle finger in your direction, at the sight of which you allowed the corners of your lips to turn up.

"I wish you a peaceful night too." He answered you and closed the door behind him.

As soon as the sound of his footsteps in the hallway died down, you looked back at Nagano's photo. You were almost 100% certain that he and Kuroda were still working together. Maybe not entirely of their own free will, but if Akira still had ties to Bonten, then the other must have known something.

You were also certain that the information that led you back to the Pink Cloud Host Club was true, and despite the owner's denials, he knew Haji, and there was a high probability that he knew Uncle Shou as well.

So far, too many people you knew in another reality had appeared in this case and you didn't want to believe that now, here, they had nothing in common, that their cooperation had ended.

You pulled your chair closer to your desk and opened the database to try to find anything yourself about how Nagano knew Kuroda and how he knew about his permissions and the rules of Akira's brothel.

Something was up and to you, just like Okumura, the only thing that came to mind was murder. Okay, maybe it wasn't necessarily one of them who committed it, but there had to be a crime.

From what you've noticed, Nagano's last interrogation took place six years ago and concerned the conflict with Kuroda. At that time, he also used the name Nishitani, and after you'd thoroughly checked everything that was entered into the database, he'd used only and exclusively that personal information from the very beginning.

This didn't sit right with you at all and your frustration only grew. You'll have to try and arrange a conversation with Kakucho about this guy, as well as about Akira. Maybe he can point you to a specific event, because what the questioning was about didn't indicate any other motive than financial malfeasance.

Fuck, it wasn't even all about the fact that they both ran a host club together, which was definitely a club in name only.

You printed out everything that was available on both pimps and were about to turn off your computer and go home when it occurred to you to check out one more person.

Your fingers moved easily over the keyboard, typing in the last name and first name you knew from another reality, but kept to yourself because of the promise you made to that person.

Keiko Mizushima. Born in Fukushima in 1985, the daughter of a high school principal and an ophthalmologist…

First mention of misdemeanors… 2002, a report of a drunk teenager in a park… Shortly after that, another and another, also about alcohol intoxication.

2003, arrested with gang members… Again under the influence of alcohol, but this time with clear signs of beating. You continued reading the scan of the policeman’s note from that day and shook your head when you saw that the girl denied being a victim of violence. Her explanation was that she tripped and fell down the concrete stairs. She was basically drunk, so…

2003, passive participation in the beating and rape of two high school girls by gang members. What was that supposed to mean? The detainee admitted to being right next to the criminal acts and serving her colleagues more bottles of alcohol. She did not help the victims, explaining the order of events.

The last entry was something that more closely matched the image of the woman you met.

2006, arrested during a raid on a brothel – suspected of co-running the establishment.

Nothing more. It was as if the woman had gotten back on her feet and was on the right track, abandoning her previous life and starting over. Nothing could be further from the truth and you saw it with your own eyes.

She simply didn't get caught doing anything illegal again. She kept her wits about her and continued to live a dangerous life. Okay, you had to admit that despite that, she had changed for the better as much as she could to still fit into the underworld, but she hadn't given up on the sex business.

You turned off your computer and, in the light of the single lamp in the room, put on your coat.

When did she meet Nagano and what were the real circumstances? Did she actually fall in love with him or was their marriage just a business deal? What did Keiko really know about his dealings with people like Kuroda?

“Rosie…” You mumbled under your breath as you walked down the hallway to the exit of the building. “What the hell do you really know?”

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You turned off the alarm clock that was ringing for the second time, announcing the end of your extra nap, and it probably had never been so hard for you to crawl out of the warm, cozy cocoon you had wrapped yourself in with an extra blanket.

You didn't feel like getting up at all, but the smell of freshly brewed coffee quickly changed your mind, so you got up from your futon and went to the kitchen.

At the table, on which stood two cups of coffee, sat someone you didn't expect at all.

The slight man wore a long, light wig, streaked with pastel blue and pink. His small ears were decorated with white gold earrings and when you looked into his face, you held your breath.

His large, blue eyes were decorated with false eyelashes that resembled fans, but this time for a change they were not black, but white and sparkled with small crystals. They looked phenomenal and terrifying at the same time.

On his cheeks, which he puffed out like an offended child, there was a delicate pink, and his lips were pursed.

Slim fingers decorated with rings, once again in white gold, and sweet-looking, shiny tips, wrapped around one of the cups.

You sat down in an empty seat opposite your unexpected guest and couldn't take your eyes off him. You thought you'd never see him again...

"Jun..." You began uncertainly, but the man didn't raise his gaze, instead he scowled even more.

"Ko. Jun-KO." He said in a thin voice and you bowed your head in humility.

"Junko, I'm sorry."

"Tch... You fucked up big time." He said in an irritated tone. "Blossom's gone, Shou's in charge, you're running around like a fucking dog chasing its own tail..." You looked at him slightly offended, but part of you had to admit he was right.

"Wada gave us some good evidence on Shou. We already know who he is." You said and blue eyes looked at you.

"You can't do anything about it." He said darkly and raised one hand, pointing at himself. "Look at me. What did he do to me. See?"

"Huh?" You looked at him completely confused. "You look pretty, Junko."

“Pretty? That’s not even what I’d want to wear as a ghost! White frills? Seriously?” The now-deceased drug dealer sniffed, making a sad face. “My brother did that to me by going to his church. He went back there again, you know? He didn’t go and it was fine, and now… Now he prays for me, and look!”

„Junko…”

"What's worse is I can't find Jin-chan!" A single tear rolled down the man's cheek and your heart sank. "He's dead because of that son of a bitch and I can't find him!"

You didn't know what to say to that. There was no way you could help him. No way you could comfort him...

"Not only that, they stole my pendant!" Junko added and you looked at him again.

One of his hands was resting on his chest. As you guessed, where the bear pendant would end if he had it around his neck now.

You frowned. "No. The jewelry is in the evidence room."

"No. They took it." He said looking at you carefully and you didn't like what you saw in his eyes at all. "It's a clue, but you lost it."

“Junko…” You sat on your futon, eyes wide, and it took you a moment to realize that your alarm was still ringing.

You turned it off and looked around the room, unable to fully shake the feeling that you were being watched.

You rubbed your face with both hands and cursed. You had had a lot of fucked up dreams in your life, but talking to a dead person about the current state of things…

“…they stole my pendant!”

You looked down at your hands, replaying the words he said in your head... Junko said.

You hadn't looked at the evidence taken from the crime scene with Okumura since the day the body was found, and what if... What if it wasn't just a dream? Just hallucinations and nonsense?

You picked up your phone and, not caring that you might wake up someone more than just Okumura... Or maybe he wasn't asleep anymore? You called him.

"Yes?" The man asked in a slightly sleepy voice.

"Hey, Okumura. Sorry if I'm waking you... I have a question."

"Uh-huh?"

"Have you looked at Takenaka's evidence and belongings again?"

There was complete silence on the other end of the line for a moment, and you glanced at your phone to make sure the call hadn't been cut off. Everything was fine.

"Okumura?"

"Sorry... I went to the kitchen." The man said in a more lively tone. "I only watched it once. Why do you ask?"

"Did anyone check the origin of the pendant that belonged to the victim?"

"The one with the bear, right?"

"Yeah, that one exactly."

"Not from what I know, not really. We haven't been able to track down the jeweler it was purchased from."

"But it was there, right? In the evidence room?" You continued to ask.

"Yeah, where else would it be?" Shinji asked, slightly irritated.

“We’ll look at it again today.” You stated. “We need to determine its origin. Listen, Shinij. Takenaka got this pendant from Uncle Shou as an apology. If the bastard bought it himself…”

“There’ll be a connection to the victim, but not to the crime itself.” The detective reminded you, and you winced slightly.

“But it’ll also be an additional point of reference, don’t you think?”

“Okay.” The man answered you after a moment. “Let’s go through all the evidence we have. Any more ideas, partner?”

“Rosie.” You blurted out and grimaced harder.

“That woman from Pink Cloud?” Okumura was surprised. “What do you want from her again?”

"A-again? Okumura..." You stuttered and shook your head. "Fuck... No. Listen. Her husband denied knowing Haji, and you yourself said that the information indicated something completely different..."

"Why would she give up her husband?"

And you had no answer to that question. You didn't know the woman in this reality as well as in the previous one, and on top of that Nagano, who according to the files wasn't Nagano...

"I want to try." You said in a calm tone and your interlocutor sighed on the other end of the line.

“When do you want to do it?”

“As soon as possible.”

“God, man��” The other muttered and sighed again. “First you’d have to catch her somewhere other than a club.”

“We’ll sort something out…”

“Just don’t kidnap her off the street, okay?” Okumura joked weakly and you mumbled back that he should go fuck himself. “Maybe soon. I can handle it.”

You said goodbye to him and hung up. You were about to put the phone down when you saw a message from a blocked number on the screen. Without thinking, you opened it and your eyes widened slightly.

“Same place as the first time. Same time. Be alone. We need to talk. K.”

“K?” You asked out loud and following a strange feeling, you sent a message to your sister, who called you back almost immediately. “Tomoko?”

"You have to show up there. No arguments." The woman said in a serious tone. "I mentioned a few things to Kakucho. No need to thank me. Have a nice day." She said goodbye before you could say anything more and all you heard was the disconnected call.

You cursed and got up from the futon to get ready for another day of work, which so far was shaping up to be interesting and stressful.

You walked into the kitchen in your socks to make yourself some coffee and froze when you saw two cups on the table, which, when you finally got the nerve to go over there, were empty.

"Fuck..." You cursed with a slightly trembling voice, remembering that you hadn't put them away in the cupboards the day before, rushing to leave the house.

You laughed under your breath and put one cup in its place in the cupboard, and in the other you made yourself some instant coffee, not necessarily in the mood for the properly brewed one. You didn't really like it, but it was definitely better than what they served you from the vending machine at work.

You quickly brushed your teeth and reached for your coat in the hallway, realizing once again that you still hadn't gotten your scarf back or bought yourself a new one. Because of this small detail, your mood dropped slightly and you still left your apartment, still sulking.

After arriving at the police station, you went inside, where your partner was waiting for you with two cups of coffee in each hand. You took one and headed down the hall towards the evidence room.

"Sometimes you have some fucked up ideas, you know, L/n?" Okumura said, sipping his coffee. "You're clinging to that woman like you want her to be your girlfriend."

"You're just talking nonsense. That's not the case at all." You answered him calmly. "I just thought maybe she'd be more helpful."

"And that's what she was. She didn't have to give us that recording of the phone call at all." The black-haired man noticed.

“Exactly. Did you notice that subtle change in her guy's gaze when he mentioned it?”

"You thought it." Shinji commented and you shook your head.

"No, seriously. Like he wasn't entirely happy with the fact that she was talking to the police without him being there."

“Okay, maybe it was. Do you really think she's going to tell us anything more again?” The man asked when you stopped in front of the right door and finished your coffee, throwing the cups into the trash can. "How are you going to convince her? A candlelight dinner?"

"Okumura..." You sighed and entered the room where the desk of the officer responsible for the stored items was located. "Hi, Toyoda." You greeted the familiar police officer. "We want to take another look at the evidence from the Takenaka case."

"Good day. They're in their place. You just have to sign in..." He handed you the form and after a moment he pressed the button unlocking the door to the storage room. "Do you remember the shelf?"

"Sure, thanks." Okumura replied, you headed into the room, and as soon as you crossed the threshold, the door closed behind you with a quiet click. You could easily open it from the inside by pressing on the handle, but from the outside it had to be opened again by the officer.

"Okay..." You mumbled, heading to the appropriate shelf and after a few minutes you found the right box, which was signed with the case number and the name Takenaka Jun.

"Well, let's get to it." Okumura said, waving in a friendly way at the camera pointed at the passage between the shelves where you were standing.

You shook your head and took the not-so-heavy box to a nearby table, which was also under the surveillance of the cameras.

You and the detective accompanying you put on gloves and opened the box. There were folded clothes in plastic bags, including the victim's underwear. Shoes, a purse...

In smaller bags, properly secured, swabs and other samples, including remnants of white powder.

"They even took off his artificial nails." Shinji informed you, looking at the colorful contents of the small bag.

"Uh-huh..." You mumbled back to him and pulled the last bag out of the box, which contained jewelry. An icy chill ran down your spine and your heart beat faster. "We have a problem."

"Yeah?"

"There's no pendant." You said, looking up at the man.

"Huh?" Okumura took the bag from your hand and began to look through the contents. "Fuck. Last time there was everything."

"Toyoda! We have a shortage!” You said loudly enough for the camera's microphone to pick up your words and immediately the officer's answer came from the small speaker.

"That's impossible. There's no record of anything being taken out. Everything was looked through on the spot, just like it is now."

"There's one thing missing." Shinji stated, holding up a list of items. "A necklace with a bear pendant."

"Please step away from the table." The officer said, and you heard the door to the room unlock, and a moment later, the younger policeman working with Toyoda approached you with a camera in his hands.

"Excuse me, but I need to take pictures of the remaining contents of the box." He stated politely, yet firmly, and you and Okumura did as he was told.

You watched as he meticulously went through each bag and photographed it from every angle, focusing mainly on the edges and seal, looking for damage. He took a picture of the empty box as well as the list itself. He packed everything carefully and sealed the lid with wide tape.

He looked at you and nodded. "Thank you for bringing this irregularity to our attention. The rest of the evidence has now been secured from any unauthorized removal from the warehouse." He announced and opened a metal cabinet that was secured with a code, then placed the box with Takenaka's belongings inside and closed it before your eyes, securing it from unauthorized opening. "I must ask you, detectives, to leave the warehouse and fill out the appropriate form."

"Maybe the evidence just got lost somewhere?" Okumura asked calmly as you stood in front of Toyoda’s desk again.

“I thought so too, but the last person listed on the registry is you, Detective Okumura.” The officer stated and you literally saw the blood drain from your partner’s face. “I’m not suggesting anything, because I personally observed you on the cameras and didn’t notice any irregularities.”

After hearing all this, questions began to pop up in your head that you knew would be difficult to answer.

Junko was right.

<PREVIOUS/NEXT>

[machinegunkissu]

Can I ask for Nishitani Homare, Ishioda Reiji, and Majima Goro to do unholy things to their smol innocent s/o? 🥺🙏💕😩 (All consensual, but their s/o is just soooo curious and willing) 😭😭Your cockwarming hcs and brat taming Nishitani legit made me a mess in public.🤣🥵🥵🥵🥰

catch me moving everything aside for this one cause im a whore im so sorry. I tried my best to make sure there’s no specified sex / gendered terms. Lemme know if i missed one.

Obvi. Minors dni 18+

i’m on my hands and knees barking for this man please god

Nishitani tries to be nice, or at least nicer than usual

he’s nice in the extent that he’ll start out slow and keep it vanilla to begin the first few times

the way you tighten around him and gasp out for air sends him feral though and he can only keep it together for so long, have mercy on him

he is constantly teasing you over how you’re so small and that you dropped the ball on this one, being trapped by an animal like himself

Nishitani felt the sting of your nails against his chest and only laughed, relishing in the sharp sensation. You were struggling to ride him as he laid on his back, smugly watching. It’d been quite a display, truly. But, he was done being the sadist for the time being.

Planting his feet on the ground, Nishitani gripped your hips and began to fuck up into you. The way you clenched around him, a surprised squeal leaving your lips, had Homare nearing his release already. You were so tight and every thing you did was so fucking cute, he was reeling from it.

“H-Homaaare!” you whine. You felt so exposed to him in this position. You could see everything you were unable to hide from him. Even when you lifted your hands to hide behind, he’d grab your wrists, chiding you.

“Settle down, doll. We got a wholllee night ahead of us.~”

Reiji. Ishi. Fucking. Oda. A sadist. A freak. A monster.

call him daddy and he goes 🥜nuts🥜

man is not as nice as Nishitani y’all’s first time unfortunately

“Get used to it, sweetheart.”

your legs are up in the air, and he is a relentless machine

“Re-Reiji!” you cried out, nails biting into the skin of his back. You felt the tears stream down your cheeks as you clung to your sanity. Or at least the little bit that was still there.

His fat balls smacked against your ass, echoing off the walls of the small office. Reiji had you pressed into his office’s couch with your back sinking deeper into the leather each thrust. His grunts in unison with your whimpers were a clear indicator of your activities behind his locked door, should someone approach.

One of Reiji’s hands left its vice grip on your thigh, tugging at your chin. He forced you to look up at him as he ruthlessly continued on. “You want my cum?”

“Pl…Please,” you whimpered, tongue lolling out.

“Such a pathetic plea…tch. Louder.”

“Pl-Please daddy!”

A sadistic grin spread across his lips, knowing that the office of his men knew just who you belonged to. “That’s more like it.”

nothing quite like a pliant whore with a mouth eager for his cock and cum

he goes pretty easy on you and always makes sure that he eventually pays you back for the favor

and Majima is a man of his word, giving the best oral known to man

but the build up is relentless and always twists that coil in your tummy tighter and tighter

“You did a good job today,” Majima mused as he pulled you into his lap, facing him. You straddled him as he began to grind up, eager to repay you. Seeing you twitch at the contact only made him smirk, leaning back as his hips got to work.

“Look at you. All antsy already? Haha! Well, tell me. What’ll it be today?” Majima’s tongue peeked out to swirl little circles, tempting you. “My tongue?” Then he pressed you down by your hips into his cock, rocking into you harder than before. “Or my cock?”

A shiver went down your spine, causing you to jolt in his lap. You could feel yourself leaking already just from this. This was never a fair fight. Fuck…why was he always like this, you wondered. “C…cock…please…”

“Speak up, babes. Daddy can’t hear you.~”

“Y-Your cock..”

“Mm..I see. I’m sure we could arrange that.”

[randoimago]

Day Out :: Nishitani

Fandom: Yakuza

Pairing: Nishitani x Reader

Warning: Some innuendos

Words: 500

Notes: Another request that I moved over to this blog!

How about some fluff with Nishitani?

“And that’s another one!” Nishitani grinned as he looked at his three bullseyes before he moved over to grab his glass that he set on the pool table, downing what was left of the amber liquid in it before looking to [Y/N]. 

He was bored and decided to call up his babe to take them out to do something. He decided that something was darts, which he is quite proficient at so of course it’s great material to show off with. 

He frowned slightly as he glanced to his doll, who was sitting on a barstool, watching him. They seemed confused with his annoyance as he walked over and offered his hand to them. They took it and he gently dragged them over to stand in front of the dartboard.

“Oh no, no no no. I’m going to end up stabbing myself.” It was cute how they thought they would change Nishitani’s mind with this. He just let out a laugh as he went and grabbed the darts and placed them in his doll’s hand. He moved aside and motioned for them to attempt to throw.

The dart hit the wall instead of the board.

“I told you I’m awful, quit laughing!” Nishitani couldn’t help his snickering especially with the pout on his babe’s face. He rolled his eyes at them, his shit eating grin still on his face as he moved behind them and moved his hand to adjust their grip on the dart.

“Let me help you out a bit~” He couldn’t help his smirk as he knew what he was doing with moving himself so close behind them. He definitely played it off as showing them the right form to take but he knew how they were reacting to this with the blush on their face. “And let go~”

As he said that he moved their arm with his and the dart released, hitting the 20 just above the bullseye. It wasn’t perfect but still pretty good. Nishitani gave a hum as he moved his hands to rest on his babe’s hips, just leaving them there. He did think of being more of a tease but decided to just enjoy this moment instead. 

His babe was a bit tense, probably thinking that Nishitani was going to pull something but eventually they relaxed and leaned back into Nishitani’s hold. It was a rather nice moment. “Hey, Nishi?” They quesitoned

“Hm?”

“Thanks for today.” He smiled at that as he wrapped his arms around them in a hug. It was a nice day. Renting out the bar and teaching his darling how to play darts and billiards was fun, despite them being shit.

“It was long overdo,” he replied as he pressed a kiss to the side of his babe’s neck before pulling away to go and make drinks for them both. “The day isn’t done yet, by the way. We haven’t even gotten to the sex.” 

The exasperated sigh he got was the icing on the cake.

[centerofreality]

Doya, BB-chan? remember your Kiryu with Kiryu-Fan after him? it's hilarious! I love it! Can you do a Majima version? This time have Nishitani and a Majima-fanatic after him? gotta have Majima get a taste of his own medicine [you don't need to prioritized this requests, take your time, please]🧡 thank you

You had a crush on Goro Majima for so long that you’ve become his one and only fan. You knew so much yet so little. Even with your infatuation, you didn’t know how to express your feelings to the mysterious eye-patched man working at the Grand Cabaret. Nishitani, being the kindhearted man he was, decided to lend a hand in one of the many ways he knew how. Being competitive. 

UHHHHHHH- 70+ FOLLOWERS???!! YOU ALL ARE WILD!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! I know I’m not active here as much but I’m grateful for all of your support!! Modules are really taking most of my time so I never got around to Tumblr. As a gift, I took the chance on what anon requested me and decided to make a oneshot! I’m not good at writing stories but hopefully, I can make it work!

Reader will be more feminine here but I will be writing they/them pronouns. Sorry about that!

Includes: Nishitani flirting with both Y/N and Majima because he has no shame, Suggestive Themes (because Nishitani), Cursing and Explicit Language, Fluff and semi-crack? Me not knowing how to write a story.

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“How old are ya again, Y/N-chan? Majima-chan is an old man, ya know.” “At least he looks like he’s actually in his 20′s, unlike you.” “I look younger than I look!”

You sigh and look at the man sitting across from you. Nishitani only had a smirk as he bounces his legs, a hostess sitting beside him and serving the both of you. “Are you here to annoy Majima-san again?” You ask him with your eyebrows raised.

“Of course!” Typical.

You, Y/N L/N, were friends with the horny criminal, Homare Nishitani. People didn’t know how or why you were friends with him, and truth be told, you didn’t know either. He had suddenly approached you one day and asked if you ‘had the hots for Majima-kun too.’, and that the both of you go to the Cabaret Grand to annoy him. He was wild and didn’t care if he was being loud. You thought he was going to throw you in the river when you had rejected his advances of ‘leaving Majima-kun and have fun at my place’ but surprisingly, you stayed alive and have been friends ever since.

One of the perks of being with Nishitani was-

“Heyyyy, Majima-kun!!!” Nishitani waves maniacally to the approaching man who looked less than pleased, even if he had a polite smile.

Yep, Nishitani’s perks were that you get basically free access to the Grand. You always spend your money on this place and even then, Majima doesn’t really show up much.

“Nishitani-san.” Majima’s face was stoic as ever but when he turned to you, his eyes got softer and he even let a small smile appear on his face as he bowed politely. “L/N-san. Thank you for coming to our establishment again today.” Had you not been anywhere but around Majima, you would have screamed at the top of your lungs. Instead, you internally squealed and bowed your head. “G-good work again, Majima-san!!”

“I’m the one paying ‘ere, ‘ya know!” Nishitani rolled his eyes before he looked at Majima, “How lucky are we though that we have the famous manager himself to attend to our table!”

“You are not harassing any of our hostesses here, I presume. I wanted to check if my guess was right.” Your eyes widened and you glare at Nishitani, “Harass?!?! Nishitani!!” The man immediately held his hands up and sat a few inches away from the hostess that he was so close with, “I ain’t doin’ nothin’!! My hands are clean!”

Majima watches the both of you interact, he was confused about why the two of you were friends to begin with. No, he wasn’t jealous that the two of you were always together, and even if you were a couple - which he could hardly believe - it wasn’t his business to know. 

“It’s all good, manager!” One of his girls said with a smile and he nodded, “I’ll be going then, please continue to enjoy your stay here.” You let out a dreamy sigh as he walked away.

“Majima-kun would ace being in a maid cafe. With the frilly dress and the cat ears and everything, that’d get me rock hard on the spot.” Nishitani randomly said, picking his ears with his pinkie as the hostess giggled at your red face, “L/N-san, do you perhaps...” “Have a mad infatuation with the guy? Hell yeah, they are.” You only looked away bashful. Were you really that obvious??

“I have a feeling Majima-san likes you back too! He treats you as his favorite customer as much as I know!” “Doesn’t he do that to all customers?” You meekly asked, watching her think and shrug. “I think he’s much more genuine to you than anyone else.”

“Not even me?” Nishitani pouted while you look at the large signs of Cabaret Grand with wide eyes. Really?? Majima...likes you back? You shake your head. No, you shouldn’t hope. There weren’t any chances that you and Majima would end up together anyway.

“Ahh, look how fucking in love they are. Why can’t I have that? I’m a handsome looking guy.” Nishitani asked, leaning back on the soft cushions of the seats as the hostess poured him another drink. “It isn’t just about looks, it’s like..it’s like, he may look intimidating but I know he has a good heart. He’s kind and respectful and I admire him a lot..” You ranted before you grab the glass of juice (because Nishitani took all the alcohol, as much as he wanted to see you drunk on broad daylight) and drank it in one go. Nishitani whistles.

“Why don’t you confess to him then? It’s worth a try, right?” The hostess suggested, pouring your glass. “What if he rejects me? I wouldn’t be able to go here again because of the embarrassment!” You cover your face and groan, dragging your hands down while Nishitani laughed at your pitiful state. “Stop laughing! It’s not funny!” “It’s a little funny!”

You look at your phone and seeing the time that’s passed, you curse under your breath and quickly finish your glass, standing up. “Eh? Going already, sweetcheeks?” Nishitani tilted his head. “Yeah, I still have work to do. I’ll be back again tomorrow!” You wave at him and the hostess who waved back as you left.

“Those two need to get a room, I’m getting blue balls just by watching them.” Nishitani groans before he pauses... then he smirks. He had just the idea.

The next day, you went to the VIP and paused, watching Nishitani flirt with a disinterested Majima. As soon as his eye had spotted you, it lit up as he bowed at you, jerking his hands away from a sulking Nishitani. “Hello again, L/N-san. VIP again?” He approached you as you played with your fingers, grinning. “A-ah, y-yeah! Here to support you and everyone else here as always!” You thanked the heavens that your voice didn’t crack as Majima smiled, “You have my utmost gratitude.”

You watched him walk past you, smelling a whiff of his cologne. You immediately sat next to Nishitani and squealed on his shoulder. “Watch the merchandise!” Even with Nishitani’s protest, he let you be.

“Even he smells good!” You shake him as he tried to balance his glass. “Guy’s stubborn as hell. Wouldn’t take my offer.” You stopped moving him around and looked up at him. “What offer?” “Just me and him on a date, no biggie.” He shrugged.

“A-a-a da-date?!?!” You exclaim and hide back when a few people in the VIP glanced at the both of you, only to look away, seeing Nishitani. “Are you serious?!” You whispered to the giggling man.

“Look, we didn’t make the fucking Majima Fanclub for nothing, aight?” The Majima Fanclub consisted of You, Nishitani, and his family who were just there because their boss told them to. 

“If you’re not going to ask him then I’m going to take my chance. Finders Keepers.” He stuck his tongue out at you as you looked almost betrayed. Somehow, that made you fired up and more confident. You were going to beat Nishitani and confess to him! 

“W-well, I’m going to ask him on a date too!” “Oho, you’re challenging me?” Nishitani leaned forward, a competitive glint in his eyes. “Exactly, Whoever gets accepted first is the winner.” You told him, head up and straight posture. He laughed, “I like your words, darling.”

It had taken you several hours to brainstorm. But you had finally thought of something..

--

“Out of all the things, you pick Letters?? Boooooring.” “Have any ideas, smart guy?” You rolled your eyes at Nishitani who was lazily drawing scribbles on a piece of paper, his glass of alcohol showing a mark on his paper. “Ah, shit- fuck-” He cursed, having broken yet another crayon.

“I told you, you should have picked the markers instead.” You shake your head, laughing a little. The two of you were at one of the most popular Cabarets in Sotenbori yet the two of you were writing and drawing love letters.

“Why did you pick letters anyway?” The man beside you asked, cutting a choppy heart with a piece of paper. “Letters are a lot more genuine than gifts, you know? It’s heartfelt and simple, but means a lot to both you and to the one you’re sending it to.” You smile and Nishitani stifled his laughter, “Are you still in high school? That sounds so fucking cheesy, I love it.” You tried your best to make yours look neat but due to how nervous you were, the handwriting ended up a little messy. “You send it to him!” You exclaim, shoving the folded note. “Like hell I am!” Nishitani moved back and called for a hostess who so happened to be the same hostess from before.

“Is your manager available right now, pretty lady?” “Yes, actually. He’s at the rooftop and taking a break. Is there anything you need from him?” The hostess answered and blinked when the both of you handed your letters to her. “Can you give us a favor and give ‘im these? You can throw Y/N’s in the trash.” “No, you throw his in the trash!” The hostess grinned and shakes her head before taking them. “I’ll give these to him then, I’ll be back.”

As you waited patiently, playing with your glass, you thought if your letter was good enough. Nishitani looked pretty confident and to be honest? You were starting to lose the fire in you. This was a bad idea. You would just make a fool out of yourself to the guy you like!

“Nishitani, I shouldn’t have given away that letter.” You only got a smack on the back of your head as Nishitani groaned, retreating his hand away, “You dumbass. This was your idea. You gotta suck it up and own up to it.” “That’s not a good thing to say to your friend.” You pout as you rub your head. 

“Still, I don’t think he’ll even look at mine.” The yakuza sighs and pours himself a glass. “If he does, I’ll beat him up. There, does that make you feel better?” “That would just make me feel worse!” You scold but you had a smile on your face, making Nishitani grin, showing his slightly sharp teeth.

A few minutes later, the hostess came back, and much to your surprise, Majima was with her. He looked almost bored as the hostess pulled him in front the both of you. “I wanted Majima-san to personally give them to you!” Majima sighs and watched you sheepishly apologize before he handed back your letters. “Thanks so much, Majima-san!” The hostess looked delighted as the man quickly walked away to another table, almost flustered.

“He’s gonna love my drawing! I’m gonna keep this forever!” Nishitani cackles before he opened his letter with a grin. You then took a deep breath and opened yours, seeing if he said something too.

To Majima-san,

I know that I’m just a customer but I want to say that I like you and I admire you a lot. I have been for a long time, and only now did I got the courage to express my feelings. At first, I thought it was a simple crush but as time passed by, that feeling never went away. In fact, I think I like you a lot more now. Would you mind going out with me at Osaka King sometime?  I completely understand if you don’t like me back and if you don’t want to go out, no matter what happens, I will continue to support you and the staff here in Cabaret Grand as your loyal customer!

“Ah man, he only gave a note about how I sucked at drawing him! That asshole!” Nishitani grumbled, “What about you?” He looked at you only to see that you were practically frozen in your position, staring at the letter with wide eyes. “What?” He blinked and went for a peek. “He said yes..” You gape and cover your mouth, letting him read it as you were too speechless to even do anything.

             -L/N Y/N

Sure, I would love to. What does 10 am tomorrow sound like? : )                                                   - Goro Majima

“The fucker actually did it,” Nishitani mumbled and you looked around for Majima, seeing that he was still in the VIP room. Like he had known you were looking for him, he turned around and the two of you made eye contact. You beamed at him and he smiled, chuckling a bit before he went on his way. You were breathless, holding your cheeks together with bright eyes and a lovestruck smile.

That was a date.

[snowpeawritings]

Can I get a SFW/NSFW scenario of Nishitani from Yakuza 0 pretty pleeeeeease?

Reader is gender neutral

CW (CONTENT WARNING): Sexual content, swearing, impact play, biting kink, choking kink, public sex

❄ Snowpea’s words: Real nasty stuff under the cut so be warned!

He was just as unpredictable in the bedroom as he is out in public.

His men could attest to that. The ones that knew Nishitani better know that they should steer clear from how their boss is whipped for you. Even the new ones who were under Nishitani knew.

 They know when to not disturb Nishitani when he plows into your tight hole on the sofa that was in their office. The sound of skin slapping against skin, Nishitani’s goading and sneering at your absolutely fucked out face, his hand wrapped around your throat as your choked moans and screams rang out in the room.

The men knew better than to try and touch you, lest they’ll have all of their fingers cut by Nishitani in one fell slice. Only Nishitani can touch you like this, only Nishitani can fuck you like this, only Nishitani can bruise your skin like this. They could wish to feel your body writhe on his lap, his girthy cock plunging in and out of your sopping hole as you scream out how good Nishitani is fucking you into oblivion.

They also knew when to not disturb the closed room where they could hear your screaming while Nishitani remains silent. It was at those moments when Nishitani was so incredibly angry (not at you, never at you) at something that happened that his aloof and chaotic demeanor flies out of the window. There was no mercy (not like he ever showed mercy when fucking you) as he fucks the entirety of you. All of your holes practically spilling with his white seed as you moaned for him to stop.

He’s never the one to listen.

Your ass would be mottled from his spanking and biting and in the morning, you know it will hurt just sitting down. It wasn’t like Nishitani to hurt you without your consent, you know he’ll stop immediately with your say-so.

But you let him do you. You let him ruin your body with his marks, with his cum. Because you knew Homare would take care of you, despite his aloofness.

His closest men may know Nishitani’s dangerous tendencies, but you know that Homare is just as whipped at you as you are to him.

[narumi-gens]

For the 500 follower event: I found your AO3 through Hard and Fast many moons ago. Besides me obviously being into dangerous, hot older men, I loved the reader's character so, so much!!! So I've been wondering whether Nishitani ever replaced the tights he ripped that day and how did that go? You also tagged it as Majima/reader. Would you mind sharing your hc for them? Only if it's okay and you still remember because it's been a while since you wrote it! 👉👈 Oh, and congrats on 500 followers! 💖

Thank you so much ❤️❤️❤️❤️ Hard and Fast is a fic that I get annoyed I haven’t finished because I love the characters in it so much and have so many ideas and everything that’s written for it was super fun to write, but I just hit a brick wall when it came to motivation. I actually started working on it for the first time in a while recently because I’ve been slowly working my way through the entire series (I’m now like 25% of the way through Yakuza 5) but ended up losing motivation again. All of that is to say, I’m glad you like it and of course, I still remember! ❤️

As for Nishitani, he does replace MC’s tights but that’s more out of habit because he’s so used to needing to do so than anything else. And then for Majima, instead of straight-up hcs, I decided to do the outline of the Majima/Reader section of the fic (which would be Chapter 3) and then two snippets.

Hard and Fast HCs

♠︎ For context, chapter 2 involves MC visiting Nishitani on the night he dies in jail. It’s their anniversary and she’s pissed that he got himself locked up and ruined their plans together, but he sweet talks his way into her good graces. But as she’s leaving, she runs into Billiken when he’s bringing Majima in. 

♠︎ Chapter 3 takes place a year later, on the anniversary of Nishitani’s death. It starts with Majima having these nightmares about his time in Sotenbori and for some reason, he keeps dreaming about how Nishitani was killed and waking up in cold sweats. So, on a whim he decides to chance a visit Osaka and see Nishitani’s grave.

♠︎ On the same day, you’re also visiting Nishitani’s grave, bringing Nishtani’s favorite sake and a pack of his favorite cigarettes as a small offering. And Majima stumbles upon you as you’re updating Nishtani on how you’re doing, how you’ve quit the bar and gone back to college like he was always nagging at you to do, how you regret not telling him you loved him when you had the chance. And of course, you’re startled when a strange man, clearly yakuza, appears. 

♠︎ So, you do the only thing you can think of. You pull out Nishtani’s knife that he left with you and point it at him to fend off any danger. But when the man says, “That’s not the first time that blade’s been pointed at me,” it makes you pause and you take a moment to really look at the man. And then you remember how Billiken brought a man with an eye-patch with him to meet with Nishitani and how a man they now call the Mad Dog of Shimano had escaped the jail.

♠︎ But instead of putting you at ease, the knowledge only makes you angrier. This is the man who got Nishitani killed. This is the man that Nishitani died for. So, rather than put the knife away, your arm shoots out to hold the blade to Majima’s neck. Then, there’s a scene cut and your back is pressed to the inside of the front door of your apartment, your legs are around Majima’s waist, and your lips are attached to his, and the two of you end up sleeping together. 

♠︎ In the aftermath as you’re both coming down from your highs, you have a long conversation about your grief, the reason he came back, and trying to move on. Finally, when it’s time for Majima to go, he leaves you with, “I think you’ve mourned long enough. Nishitani would throw a shit fit if he saw you like this.” But he pauses in the doorway to your bedroom and looks back at you for a long moment before finally say, “If you’re ever in Kamurocho, just let me know.”

snippet 1

You felt Majima’s hands on your hips and the way he was shifting under you as he prepared to begin thrusting up into you. But before he could, you placed your own hand on one of his to stop him.

“Wait,” you pleaded quietly as you continued to let yourself adjust to having him inside of you. “I-I haven’t…”

You took a shuddering breath and rested your forehead against his as you closed your eyes, no longer able to meet his gaze. His thumb began to rub soothing circles on your hip.

“I haven’t been with anyone since Homare,” you finally admitted in a voice so soft that Majima only heard what you said because he was so close to you. You felt him tense against you for a brief moment as he seemed to fully realize what you were saying before he relaxed and then began to trail the softest kisses up and down your neck.

snippet 2

“I’m just surprised there’s someone out there crazy enough to want to spend their life with Nishitani,” he mused

You weren’t sure if you should be offended. You looked at him for a long moment before deciding that he hadn’t meant for it to be disparaging. And he did have a point. Who would be foolish enough to fall in love with Nishitani? A bittersweet smile appeared briefly on your lips at the answer. 

“You were with him at the end. Is it really that surprising?”

Majima looked slightly taken aback at your question. After a moment, he gave you a sad smile of his own before looking away. 

“No. No it’s not.”

500 Followers Event!

[gorochanfanclub]

Christmas Fic Idea:

A Christmas Carol: Yakuza Edition

Starring...

Majima as Scrooge

-Nishitani as Jacob Marley

-Yuki as the Ghost of Christmas Past

-Saejima as the Ghost of Christmas Present

-Kiryu as the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come

-Nishida as Bob Cratchet

-Nishida's cat (that I just made up) as Tiny Tim

-Yasuko Saejima as Little Fan

-Makoto Makimura as Belle

-Daigo Dojima as Fred Scrooge

Just had this idea watching Scrooged with Bill Murray. Can't stop thinking about it. Might right a short series of it but any other fic writers out there (that are probably more capable than me) are more than welcome to use it!! I'd love to see what this amazing community could come up with :)

[thepastelyakuza]

Yakuza boys react to their sick s/o headcanon

I don’t feel good so I thought it would be a cute idea (´∀｀)

Kiryu 🐉

“If you need anything, I’m always here.”

Telling you to get some rest and not overwork yourself

gently playing with your hair while you sleep

Kiryu caressing your skin feels more euphoric in your medicated high.

Give you personal space to recover

Fore👏 head👏kisses👏

Majima🐍

Takes you to a sauna to sweat it out

Nurse goromi

Baby talk,head pats, and cuddles

Always around you even you told him not to get close

“Don’t worry about me, babe. My immunity is strong as fuck”

End up being sick.

“Sick buddies!!!”

Nashitani 🍆

Preferred his way of “sweating it out”

Tease you about how sick your are

But avoids you like the plague

“My sexy little zombie”

You will definitely gonna make him sick after hearing that

Tachibana🦇

Tries his best to comfort you

Very gentle boi

Always bring his best home cook meals to your bedside

Chinese home remedies is protocol for him

Got the good stuff that clear any cold or sickness instantly.

Even though he can’t be around you as much but you best believe he gonna support you.

Saejima🐅

Will carry you everywhere. Want to sit on the couch? Hop on the taiga-mobile.

Bridal style or piggy back

Flustered when he bathes you

Having trouble sleeping, he suggest sleeping on top of him.

Surprisingly it works.

Soothing back rubs

[yayyakuza]

Dating headcanon for Nishitani Homare?

here you go!

Nishitani Homare:

Nishitani loves buying you gifts. He adores spoiling you and it’s one of the main ways he shows his affection. If Nishitani ever feels the need to apologize for something, expect to see him outside your door with a gift in his hand. He’ll buy just about any types of gifts but his favorite are expensive clothes and jewelry; that way Nishitani can show off both his wealth and that you’re his. He’s also particularly fond of buying you fancy lingerie (you might be running out of room in your closet...).

This man is grabby as all hell. He’s a pretty physically affectionate in the first place, but the fact that he doesn’t care what anyone thinks is what really brings it over the top. Nishitani enjoys pinching or slapping your ass; any yelps, blushing, or otherwise flustered reactions from you are a bonus. Even in public, he’s a fan of heavy petting and groping. If anyone dares to point out that he should maaaaybe tone it down, he’ll just pull you in for an aggressive, handsy, sloppy kiss until whoever was foolish enough to comment gets uncomfortable and leaves.

It might take a while for you to figure it out, but Nishitani loves having his hair played with. Just about any type of contact will get a reaction out of him; playing with his hair will make him melt, scratching his scalp will result in pleased groans, and pulling his hair during hot and heavy moments will really get him going. If you play with his hair a couple times of your own accord, he’ll get in the habit of randomly dropping his head in your lap and expecting head scratches. Be especially flattered; him letting you touch him in such a vulnerable place means he really trusts you.

Nishitani especially loves it when you get all dressed up for him. While (to your chagrin) he may not be the best at noticing subtle changes in your appearance like a haircut or new glasses, he’ll definitely notice if you put in a lot of effort. The thought of you getting dressed up and ready just for his attention gets him going, and any low cut or suggestive clothing will just add to that. Extra bonus points for wearing something that he bought for you. Prepare for Nishitani to lavish compliments on you, frequently using the word ‘mine’ and almost straight up growling in your ear.

[yakuzaimagines]

yay requests are open!! can i get some headcanons on how nishitani would woo a gender neutral s/o who’s not having any of his bullshit? thank you!!

-First thing he is going to do when he realizes you are not having it, is trying to buy his way into your heart (or pants). “How much do ya wanna? just tell me and i’ll give it to ya, sugar.”

-He refuses to believe that you won’t take the money. Everyone does, why the hell wouldn’t you?

-Nishitani is very surprised when you snap at him after he is being particularly insistent. And boy did you awake something inside of him. He can already feel himself getting hard. “That’s it, i like ‘em frisky!”

-If he was a pain in the ass before, now he is 100% worse. He sometimes appears out of nowhere in his car and offers you a lift, groaning in annoyance when you refuse.

-”C’mon sugar, what does a man have to do to get some?” he gives you a smirk when you look at him with clear annoyance in your face. “Leave me the fuck alone, Nishitani.”

-If you ever slap him in the face, he will attempt to kiss you right then and there. Accepting or not is up to you, but he won’t insist if you push him away, only look at you with a hungry look.

-He will buy you stuff. A lot of stuff. Most of them useless. Clothing that probably don’t fit you, watches, jewelry, and even lingerie. “Ya can try it on when we are together alone!”

-He may even ask Majima for help. Why aren’t you like all the people he has been with before? Maybe he likes a challenge. Majima just sighs and advices him to leave you alone before you end up killing him. “C’mon, Majima-kun, don’t get me pumped up like that!”

-All in all he is very persistent and will have a hard time shifting his attitude a bit to make you like him more. He will try to behave eventually, and fail miserably.

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-Lettuce

[majimemegoro]

reader x nishitani

nishitani is [redacted] and when you ask him out he [redacted] [redacted] with his [not publishable]. If you’re into that, you’re in for quite the time.

if you [redacted] he [redacted][redacted][redacted][redacted][redacted][redacted][redacted][redacted] pants [redacted][redacted]. It can get pretty uncomfortable, as he smells really strongly like some kind of weird cologne and [redacted][redacted].

[redacted][redacted] with [redacted] [redacted] and [redacted][redacted] his [redacted][redacted][redacted][redacted]. Also he will leave his dirty clothes there. enjoy doing laundry I guess.

[indrustrialdistrict]

me, returning after more than a month of unexplained silence with no content because of writer’s block

quick tl;dr in case you don’t want to read the whole post as it’s rather long: i’ve been busy irl and didn’t want to come back without having some content for y’all despite my writer’s block, but i eventually decided that returning without any content would be better than not returning at all. i am still accepting requests, even though i have two more to finish, and i am starting my nishitani x male! reader insert: dark eyes and chamomile. 

if you want to get a more in depth explanation and some other news, details are below! 

but seriously y’all i’m sorry for the radio silence; i’ve been busy irl, and i didn’t want to come back to y’all without any any new content but i’ve kinda surrendered myself to that now, since coming back with no content would be (hopefully) be better than not coming back at all i wasn’t completely unproductive though! i played through judgment and i am now accepting requests for it! if you haven’t played it, please do so; it’s an absolute masterpiece! it became one of my favorite games ever around halfway through chapter 1, and i just fell harder for it as i kept going. i’m currently doing a replay, and it’s writing/plot/characters are on par with 0. (higashi and ayabe are best bois. higashi is babey and i love them both so much,,,)

i also finished 5, started ishin, and am replaying the entire series before starting 6--i’m currently on kiwami.

anyway, i’m hoping to get the two request in my inbox done (one of them has been in there since the day i opened this blog, and i’m so sorry that i haven’t finished it yet; i promise that i’m trying to get it done)

after i get those done i’m probably going to be starting my nishitani x male! reader insert: dark eyes and chamomile! i’m still trying to work out all the plot shit, but hopefully y’all enjoy it.

also hoping to draw some of my ocs and put up pics of them as well as the pics of champuru’s ocs yue and mei! if anyone is interested in my ocs before i get around to finishing the pics and/or posting them, feel free to send me some asks and i’ll tell you about them! they’re all relatively new, so their characterization and all that will still probably be a little batshit but!!! i’m trying expect post spam from me too, since i’m gonna post all my drafts 

also if you play yakuza on a ps4, 3-5 are being released in a single bundle for the ps4 in english!!!!!!!!!!!! they will come out on different dates, but 3 is already out digitally! i don’t remember when 4 comes out and i don’t really care because 4 is terrible imo, but 5 is coming out on 11 february 2020, and the physical copy is releasing on that day as well. i highly recommend picking it up, since 3 and 5 are super fun games. it’s available for $60 (without tax) on the playstation store, which is a great price for three games

[machinegunkissu]

How to Make a Man Melt

|| nishitani x petite, younger fem s/o ||

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  You don’t know how it started but a few months ago, Nishtani was the man that wormed his way into your every day life. He was the man that took you out for dinner when you were down on your self. He would tease you and call out your name on the streets as if he hadn’t seen you in weeks, even though it was just yesterday you parted ways. Nishitani was always there for you. Sure, he came with some danger, and perhaps a hint of crazy, but Nishitani made himself into a close friend. And this evening, he found you outside on the cloudless Sotenbori at sunset. As per routine, he immediately called out to you.

  As the older man ran up to you, you found yourself adorning a reserved, nervous smile. Truthfully, Nishitani had startled you a little bit, calling your name. He had that goofy grin that was just too lovable though as he hunched over to meet a bit better eye level. “_____chan!~ What're you up to here? I’ve been looking for you all day. I sure get lonely when you’re off at work all day, you know."

You stood under the outside area of the Cabaret Grand, leaning up against a support column. As Nishitani lowered himself to make eye contact, you turned your head away and flushed in embarrassment. He always liked to make a show of the height difference whenever he could. But tonight you were already on edge as is and weren't in the most playful mood.

"W...Well, I-I'm supposed to meet with a guy from w-work for dinner."

Nishitani immediately perked up, eyebrows lifting and you feared the worst. He would never hurt you, but you always were skittish and weary of outbursts. Ever so slowly, Nishitani stood up right again and let out a sigh. He rolled his neck, his shoulders slumping.

"I-I think I'm going to head home though," you mumbled.

This caught his attention and he tilted his head. "Aren't you supposed to be waiting on your date, lil miss?"

"I-I have been..."

The way you trailed off and how soft your voice came out, was an immediate red flag. Yeah, you could be pretty soft spoken but this was a lil different. You sound defeated and hopeless. Nishitani reached down without a second thought, grabbing your hand. "Let's get outta here. Ah?"

"N-Nishitani! Aren't you busy? I-...I'm fine. So I-I can walk myself home-"

"Nah, nah," he sang. He began walking, a gentle but firm grip on your hand, forcing you to trail behind. The older man took a confident stride throughout Sotenbori's streets. "My place."

Those two words were all it took. You began trying your best to pry your hand from his grip and panicked. "Y-Y-You're place?!" you shrieked. "N-N-Nishitani! I-I'm really n-not that kind of-"

"Oi! Settle down an' just follow me."

That wasn't exactly the most reassuring statement however. Nishitani was fast. You were already streets away from the cafe, approaching the more residential area. At his words, you found yourself quieting down but still slowing your walk and attempting to pry yourself out of his clutches. But not for long as Nishitani halted, taking you down a back alley, which in turn only had you panic more.

He was quick to pin you against the wall, one hand besides your head and the other above, holding your hand still. Considering, he was still gentle to a degree. He didn't slam you against the brick by any means. It was more so a guided push, backing you into the wall.

"______-chan. Don't you trust me?~" he cooed. Despite the aggressive and predatorial nature of their position, Nishitani's voice was soft and delicate and his face adorned a hurt look.

"N-Nishitani, I-I don't want t-to do anything icky, please."

Icky.

He snorted at the word and released your hand from his grip. Sometimes you just could be so childish. It was part of your charm that kept him coming back. Almost as soon as he released your hand, he grabbed both and sported a cheerful look.

"No icky business. I promise."

"Promise-promise?" you asked. The delicate look in your eyes told him everything. Your innocence, your pain of the coworker rejecting you, and your fear of being taken advantage of. He just melted looking in your eyes. Nishitani was a man that loved sex, and a man that had voiced how attractive both romantically and sexually he found you. But, every time he sees the emotions in your eyes, he grows weak in the knees, vowing to protect you more than anything.

"Promise-promise. Now, it's just around the corner and I have instant yakisoba at my apartment with your name on it. Ya gotta be starvin'."

"Ya-Yakisoba?"

"Mhm!"

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As the night progressed, you found yourself easing up and letting down your walls around the yakuza patriarch. He was good company and had stories galore, keeping your mind off of being stood up. And before you knew it, you'd been there for hours on end. It was nearing ten at night and the exhaustion of the long day had finally begun to sink in.

You and Nishtani were sat side by side, backs against a wall in the living space of his apartment. He'd gone silent for once and any other time, you'd grow worried. This particular incident though, you found yourself struggling to keep your eyes open.

"Nishitani," you called faintly.

"Mm? Yeah, ______-chan?"

You slowly went from hugging your knees to your chest to sitting on your knees, facing the older man besides you. He had his eyes closed, seeming to be tired just the same. You soaked in his appearance though. He was handsome, to say the least. Quite a bit older than you, but when reminiscing you think of all your adventures and memories you've made together these past few months. And when you think about them, something a little more than platonic takes over your heart. No, Nishitani wasn't perfect. He had a bit of a temper, liked to get his way, and was a bit off his rocker. But he was dependable, fun to be around, and always made your day better.

You found yourself leaning in almost as if hypnotized, body moving on its own accord. You rested your hand on his knee for support as you grew closer. This caused him to look up, eyes wide at the scene before him. But before he could react, you place a soft kiss upon his cheek.

"Thank you, Nishi. For always being there. "

And that alone had the yakuza blushing bright red. He was stunned and just barely shaken awake, unsure of how to handle the situation. It was a dream come true, truthfully. He normally is thinking about banging the daylights out of a girl but you, you were different. A simple and pure kiss to the cheek was something he longed for. He would fantasize about kissing you on the lips sometimes, thinking that it would never happen. But this gave him some hope finally.

Or course, Nishitani didn't get a chance to respond or even really react before you curled right up, hugging his arm in your tired stupor, passing right out. He thought it was an act or joke for a second but nope. A few pokes to the cheek and he determined that it was genuine alright. You were flat out based out in an incident.

Leaning back, head against the wall, he sighed. He could still feel just how warm his cheeks were, especially rhe spot you kissed. It tied his stomach in knots for the first time in decades and he groaned. He really was letting this happen, wasn't he. Just over a sweet, proper girl that was as shy as could be.

He left out a sigh them, looking to your sleeping face. "Yeesh, ______. You sure...know how to make a man melt..."

[randoimago]

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