#shimano family

[scftizuku]

Throwback to one of Horikoshi sketches from Heroes Rising! I miss the wonder family so much

[majimemegoro]

commission for @shimano-futoshi </3

[kaslanist]

are you guys seeing the vision

also happy "il siracusano finally got announced" to those who celebrate

[ac-fandom]

hello people! I know that I haven't posted for a while and I'm really sorry 😔😔 but school keeps me busy but on the other hand I finished this One shot which I hope you will like and which brings my OC Chiara to Resistance Japan and I will probably do another one shot on her, but I won't tell you anything else 🤭🤭anyway this is Chiara's pinterest board if you want to take a look at her https://pin.it/5gF8mYUBn

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Pov: 3 person

"Okay guys come here for a moment and stop training I have an announcement to make!!" shouted coach Caleb Stonewall of the Japan Resistance team, but unfortunately no one heard him and so he shouted at the top of his lungs at the players and "YOU BRATS! PUT THAT DAMN BALL AWAY AND COME AND LISTEN TO WHAT I HAVE TO SAY!" all the boys stopped suddenly and understanding that their coach was angry at their very little, if not insistence, considerations of him at that moment they quickly approached and stood in a circle near the former player of the Japanese youth team.

"Well, now that I have your attention I want to introduce you to a person who will be very important for our team and therefore should be treated well" Caleb spoke to the curious boys and after a short pause and clearing his throat he continued the sentence "now this person is who will help me manage and act as your manager who will be arriving in a few minutes, so do you have any questions?" the players were amazed by their coach's words and began to whisper and chatter among themselves forming a sound similar to what bees make, then Bailong the captain of the team stopped the silence and asked "excuse me coach but who is this person? do we know them?" the major smiled and replied "no, none of you know her at all I think but I'm sure you will appreciate her" "so she's a girl?" Davy asked surprised, and again Coach Stonewall smiled more broadly "yes, she's a girl, and she comes from the Italian youth football team but she moved here to Japan for a few months now and she attends the Royal Academy and she's in her last year in middle school." explains the dark-haired man, uncertain about his last statement, "any more questions?" the adult asked the kids who were increasingly impatient to see the new manager, after which Chronos raised his hand and asked "sorry coach but if this girl played in the Italian team what did she come to Japan to do? I mean it's a bit unusual that a young player leaves they position in the national team to move to another country" he paused a little and continued "she must have at least some support or raise a relative here, or am I wrong?" Caleb brought his arms to his chest and crossed them and replied firmly "no you're not wrong, she was very busy here because a Japanese couple adopted her a few years ago but only after the Fifth sector vanished did she decide that it was appropriate to come and live here together with her new family" while the coach answered the minors' question, what else did you shudder at the words Fifth sector and it was the team's goalkeeper Quentin Cinquedea, after the dissolution of the body that governed the youth football he began to feel very bad not only because he had disappointed his father who he was very fond of but also because he realized how wrong what he had done was.

The goalkeeper sighed slightly, and as he did this his felt the door of the training pitch open, and reveal a young girl with a slightly tanned complexion of about sixteen or so, with long, wavy brown or more like a dirty blonde hair that appeared soft and fluffy, with sweet petrol colored eyes that look like mortgages framed by round steel glasses, and was wearing a light cyan almost aquamarine colored dress with a white denim jacket over it and you to top it all off with adorable boots with a light heel, brownish almost beige in colour, she looked forward and smiled cheerfully and quickened her step slightly when she saw the team and the coach waiting for her, she moved with elegance and sobriety almost with a princely bearing and as soon as she gets close to the group of boys she turns slightly and bows to the major and holds her head shaking "sorry for the delay Coach, I promise it won't happen again" then she got up and continued to smile but this time with more embarrassment and a slight red on her cheeks the major smiled and said "don't worry Chiara it can happen, and please don't be so formal you've known me for a long time time now, you know that I don't get angry about these things" and then he signaled her to come closer and the young girl did so, then the girl turned suddenly, after placing herself next to the coach, and bowed slightly "very pleaseda to meet you, I will be your manager, my name is Chiara but you can simply call me Kia if it is more convenient for you, and I hope that let's get along" after finishing she got up again and smiled, and the blush caused by the initial embarrassment had appeared, the boys were quite amazed by the fluidity of the words that came out of the girl's mouth, they had thought that having she recently moved to Japan, she found it difficult to speak but instead it was the opposite, the coach, understanding the amazement of the players, said "Chiara introduced herself, boys, now it's your turn" all the members looked at Bailong and with a light nudge from Jimmy he came forward and began to introduce himself and make the traditional greeting of the land of the rising sun "the pleasure is all ours Kia, I am the captain of the team and my name is Bailong" the girl returned the greeting and smiled sweetly.

after a few minutes everyone had introduced themselves to the young Italian except two, Davy Jones the pirate attacker and the goalkeeper Quentin Cinquedea, "Very happy to allow you~" said the bluish one making a bow and then kissing the girl's hand, which remained quite surprised, together with the rest of the team and their coaches Caleb who knew the boy's ways well sighed heavily and put a hand on his face and whispered "he'll regret it...", then the pirate continued to speak "My name is Davy Jones, and I'm one of the attacked and, I was wondering if you wanted to have a one on one with me, doll~" the girl immediately withdrew her hand after that hated nickname and looked at the boy with an angry look as he is if it caught fire in the second, "doll?" he repeated even more furiously than before and then made a threatening snort and then continued speaking with his feet on the ground "then let's see what you can do. pirate" having said this the attacker understood that the Italian had accepted and they both quickly broke into each other on the ball now abandoned in the middle of the field but the girl suddenly made a big leap forward with incredible speed for a person running in high-heeled boots, then she lifted the ball with her foot and lifted it and put it on her head and made several dribbles with great grace and elegance, and then lays it on the ground under his right boot "so are you ready, Jones?" the boy positioned himself in front of her and said with his uncouth smile "come on, you have the courage!" the girl smiled back and spoke again "then try to dribble past me if you don't dare!" that is, the girl rushed towards the goal of the field adjacent to the boy who put himself in front of her again, trying to take the ball away from her, after about thirty seconds the Italian passed him with a lift of his heel and carrying the ball behind the Japanese who, amazed by the action, did not know how to react in time, and the girl thus managed to get closer to the "opponent's" goal and, with a move that "damn if the girl is fast..." Aìme resting an arm on the goalkeeper's shoulder, who admired the Italian who ran with unique speed and with a very powerful shot scored a goal worthy of a professional player, "Verdammt (damn) if I were there had I been in goal I wouldn't have been able to stop it..." thought the number one of Resistance Japan.

"So what do you think, pirate?" the girl said smiling to Davy, who like all the others remained speechless at the young girl's abilities, the bluish eye strain and then began to congratulate the Italian with her usual smile "you were legendary! welcome aboard Chiara, it will be it's an honor to be on the same team" he stretched out his hand and the girl began to shake it "thank you Davy" she said and then released the handshake and a nice grin formed on her face, without malice obviously, "you are very kind but next time I will go even faster so get ready" the boy burst into a loud laugh, the girl smiled but then one thing came to her mind and she asked the team captain "Bailong sorry but I still have to get to know a member of the team, right?” the albino nodded understanding who the Italian was referring to "yes you still have to meet our goalkeeper Quentin Cinquedea" the pink haired boy took courage and bowed to the girl, "I'm Quentin Cinquedea, it's a real pleasure to meet you..." the girl was enchanted by the sight of the boy, he was very different from how she had imagined him, she thought of the classic daddy's boy with german appreciate and the snobbishness and the physique of a normal boy or rather the one who is close to her age, and now instead she finds herself in front of a tall and slightly muscular boy with long pink hair and tanned skin and with cerulean eyes tending towards an almost gray blue in some ways, the girl smiles sweetly at him perhaps with a little more sweetness in the way she had used before "it's an honor to meet you Quentin, I hear that you are an excellent goalkeeper and I can't wait to see you on the pitch..." the German blushed hearing the word but before he could thank the Italian, coach Stonewall spoke "okay now that you introduced yourself, guys start with the warm-up and then move on to training" the players replied with a "yes coach" they started to practice but something or rather someone was keeping the goalkeeper's mind busy...

"Training is over, you can rest!" Caleb shouted to his players, and so they did the boys leaned on the bench some others were on the ground on the soft green grass, "coach but where has Chiara gone?" Jimmy asked the adult as he finished drinking from his canteen, "guys! I brought rice balls and some healthy snacks!" the girl drew attention to a large fridge bag that she had been carrying with her hands on the ground just a few seconds earlier, "yes, let's eat!!" Davy rushed to open the container but was stopped by a quick but at the same time violent slap from the girl which caused him to lose his balance and fall to the ground on his butt, "ouch why did you do that?!" the pirate asked angrily "first you didn't wash your hands and second I did some research on your habits and consequently I made specific snacks for everyone, third you were rushing around with the cooler bag like it's a wild animal" Chiara replied in kind with an accompanying gesture of her hands like a good Italian, “wait when did you have time to prepare it??” Njord asked between a mixture of confusion and curiosity "oh well coach Caleb had proposed to me for some time to join this team but unfortunately being part of the Italian selection I had a hard time deciding but since Inazuma Earth started I left the team and moved here and did my research on you all, that's all, and I'm passionate about cooking so I was very happy to do it!" "basically you stalked us to understand our habits, and all of this is not at all disturbing or worrying..." Doug whispered and rolling his eyes, fixing his forelock "in any case now it's better if you go and wash your hands!" the adult spoke to his boys who immediately did this, and then returned to the field with some paper plates placed on the bench with the names of each of them on them, the boys who had just returned were struck by the speed in which the cries and the snacks inside them had arrived on the bench and ready to be eaten, "enjoy your meal, you guys deserved it" the coach shouted to the (first move away from the bench and go somewhere else) his boys who started eating and chatting among themselves, Njord was leaning on Bay while the latter was arguing heatedly with Davy about whose turn it was to clean up after training and Iggie that you have to get in the way for and prevent the two from starting to fight, on the other side Jimmy and Chronos held each other's hands while they sipped between one bite and another, then there was the small group headed by Bailong and made up of the rest of the team who spoke pleasantly as and at least, in the end, a little further away is Quentin who at that moment was not in the mood for company because someone, and better to specify a girl, was mentally tormenting him but unfortunately or fortunately for him that girl approached him with a soft step and sat next to her on the grass of the field.

"hey Quentin can I sit here?" the girl came closer to him, the boy lowered his head and whispered "it's okay..." the girl smiled tenderly and sat down, closing her eyes "you know, I watched the Holy Road final and I was very impressed by your way of playing..." the German turned around suddenly at those words and felt his cheeks heating up "are you serious?" he asked in disbelief, obviously he was aware that he was an excellent goalkeeper but hearing it from a girl like that had a strange effect on him mixed with embarrassment, pride and happiness that he couldn't explain, "of course yes! you are truly incredible!" the Italian immediately replied with a smile and then continued "even one of my younger brothers together with my "uncle" was goalkeepers and were amazed by your saves" and the girl mimed the word uncle "Chiara, sorry to ask, but I kind curious what is your surname?" the Italian turned in surprise at his request "didn't the coach tell you?" the boy shook his head in denial "okay then I'll tell you, my full name is Chiara Sharp Samford" replied the Italian, "oh well-WAIT YOU SAID SHARP AND SAMFORD LIKE JUDE SHARP AND DAVIDE SAMFORD OF INAZUMA JAPAN AND COACHES OF THE ROYAL ACADEMY?!" Quentin took what fraction of a second to connect Chiara's surname and shout it, causing his companions to be shocked, the girl started to giggle in a sweet and embarrassed way due to the pink girl's behavior "yes, they are my parents" the girl commented winking at the German "why didn't you say straight away that you were their daughter?" Doug entered the conversation and, like the rest of the team, had been stunned by the news that their new manager was the daughter of two of the most famous footballers of the old Inazuma Japan, with the nod of some of her companions, "well now you know" Chiara immediately replied, and then moved on to look at her wristwatch and stand up and clean her dress with her hands "well guys training is over so you can go so i do the same!" "hey wait we're not done yet-!" Quentin said but before he could even finish the sentence the girl had already fled towards the door.

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[modharvest]

Smile!!!!

[epickiya722]

What the hell is up with the main BNHA movie characters and their parents?

Melissa's mom is dead, dad almost killed.

The Shimano kids' mom is dead, their dad almost got killed.

The Soul siblings... BOTH THEIR PARENTS IS DEAD.

[otome-dissection]

back on my bullshit (replacing every other one of my waking thoughts with Goro Majima)

[rivaiin]

watched the first ep of the yakuza tv show and i wasnt expecting anything good but man. that was absolute dog shit

[bkdks]

seeing mahoro and katsuma in the last chapter watching the war on tv and knowing they are cheering on bkdk makes me emotional, that’s their dads your honor!!!

[shimano-futoshi]

[supercityboys]

I was writing last night and I was really thinking about even though Nishiki is probably the most important personal antagonist that Kiryu has, his lack of a backstory is what gives us Kiryu’s perspective of him because we see what Kiryu sees and Kiwami’s flashbacks of 1995 do no justice to his character because they’re only the lead up to why he’s jaded but not what makes Nishiki himself.

And I (like other people) heavily criticize Kazama’s actions/decisions throughout the series but I can also undoubtedly see how he’s Kiryu and Nishiki’s father. I see Nishiki as spoiled. Not in the way of candy and riches but you can see exactly where Nishiki wasn’t denied when he should’ve been. I don’t see Kiryu as favored as so much as I see Kazama using him as a pawn. If Nishiki wasn’t evil and still as powerful Kazama would be using him the same way Kazama was using Sera.

[scftizuku]

Personal headcanon that Bakugo and Deku would both go back to Nabu island during the 8 year timeskip and spend the winter holidays with Mahoro and Katsuma and create a fun tradition with them.

[dirt-str1der]

Love that what little respect kiryu had for dojima was hanging on by a thread the entirety of y0 and in the finale he just goes ahead and tells shibusawa that dojima is a shit boss like okay so why did you keep working for him ?

[yakuza4you]

collecting what he's owed 𖥔 ݁ ˖

彡 : ̗̀➛ content tags/warnings: dead dove do not eat, majima is a creep, plot develops the more you read, drugged noncon, smut obv, exhibitionism, dry humping, glove as a gag, corruption, spit as lube, asphyxiation, bdsm, power difference, dacryphilla, squirting, biting, tad bit of spoilers from the majima saga chapters

彡 : ̗̀➛ characters: majima goro, terada, uematsu, other tojo clan ppl, random off-screen men mentioned later on

彡 : ̗̀➛ relationship: majima goro x reader

彡 : ̗̀➛ word count: 3.5k

The distinctive sound of a familiar voice rang in my ears, a melodic hum singing a tune as the office doors swung open. Majima held a cocky attitude, strutting into the room with his body swaying with each step. Every officer and patriarch eyeballed his strange arrival, a few whispering to each other.

Confusion plastered many faces, the informally dressed man making his way to the clan captains seat. I stay planted next to Terada, questioning the bold patriarchs' actions.

The first to speak up is Uematsu, demanding answers from Majima. Uematsu earned that spot fair and squ- well, earned it his own way. So, why the hell did all the sudden Majima strut in and take his future seat?

Uematsu's rambling is cut short by a loud clap, a clap to signal his men to roll in through the door as well. All of the patriarchs have different looks on their faces. Some are still confused, trying to process this whole situation. Some angry, already vomiting up degrading accusations, while others are completely silent.

A wheelbarrow is pulled in, money spilling out of the openings. The men pushing and pulling it in panting from the heaviness alone. Their faces strained with agony, especially the one in the front.

"I heard the next clan captain was gon' be determined by revenue collected. And in that case, I guess it's gon' be me, ya?" Majima chuckles, his laugh exploding into the room as he plops down into the chair, getting too comfortable in it.

Eyeballing Terada, eyeballing any of the other patriarchs in the room, none give me a look of desperation back. I try not to look at Majima, settling with the ground instead. The tension in the room alone can be felt from miles away. "I think this matter can be discussed in our next meeting." Terada clears his throat, attempting to dismiss the room effectively.

"N'uh, I believe ya owe me for this shit. Hell, it's rare for me to even be able to get my hands on this much money." Involuntarily, my eyes glare up, accidentally meeting his one good eye. I can feel his eye pierce into mine, quickly shifting them off of his to try not to get any unwanted attention.

Majima The Mad Dog of Shimano snarls his teeth at me before averting his burning glaze away, "Why is she even at this meetin'?" The man speaks, in a way as if he had all the authority within the room. Expecting quick answers, tapping his heels against the ground. He's visibly uncomfortable, constantly shifting in the clan captains chair.

An outbreak of protests echoed into the room, Majima frowning with annoyance in response. His irrelevant question was ignored reasonably.

"Slience!" Terada swiftly yells, regaining control of the room. "As the chairman, I am postponing this matter for later." He's adamant. Firm with his words. Every man in the room remembering whose really in control, focusing their attention on Terada.

I've always looked up to Majima ever since I got involved with the Tojo Clan. However, that doesn't mean he doesn't intimidate me. Being Teradas' right-hand man woman meant that I had to sometimes talk or work with Majima when it came to bigger things than just his own family. After a short break of quiet, Majima adds to Teradas' demands. "Right. I don't want the position anymore anyway. The girl'll do fine."

The topic of me is brought up again to the whole room. My train of thought is erased by Majimas' proposition.

"Come here, doll." The sound of his leather glove colliding onto his leather pants makes a snapping noise, adamant that I listen. I exchange concerned looks with Terada, questioning if I should actually do it. He gives me an unclear answer, so I follow Majimas' command and abide by our differences in ranks.

I'm hesitant, taking my time to walk over towards him. Once I get there, I face him dumbly as if I'm unaware of what he wants. Looking back at Terada, I try to plead with him one last time. My face stays focused onto Terada as I shift my body and lean my body onto Majimas thigh.

"What ya being shy for?" My weight is soon pulled fully on top of him, his hands on my hips to stabilize me. "Pretty lil' thang, ain'cha?" The promixity between our two faces close in, and in which I try to keep my distance. Any attempt to move back from him fails due to the grip he has on me.

"Majima-han, please, this really isn't necessary." I whine, pulling at his arms that are now fully wrapped around my waist. He watches me struggle for a good while before Terada finally cuts his act short.

"Enough, Majima. This room is to be dismissed immediately." For the third time attempting to empty the room, everyone finally takes their leave. Majima lets me go and run off while he shortly follows on after me. Teradas eyes glare him down as he watches Majima disappear into the hallway.

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Fixing my knee-high skirt, I rough out any bumps and creases to make sure I continue to present myself in a modest way. Ever since the incident in the meeting room, I've been catching Majima always in the same place as me, coincidentally. The whole time I've worked with him, I keep things strictly professional as told to do so. However, the sudden change in his behavior disobeys that.

While getting ready to go home from the Tojo Clan HQ, I noticed something off about my car. I quickly ran over to inspect it, checking for any damage or issues. A flat tire. But not just any kind of tire, a slashed tire. As I run my fingers over it, thinking of how much it'll cost to fix it, Majima appears behind me.

"Ya car got somethin' wrong with it, hm?" he peers over my shoulder, checking out the work of his own. I groan with digust, trying to keep my focus on my tire and ignore him. "I was jus' about to call a cab, ya could catch a ride with me, doll." His hand rests on my shoulder, giving it a squeeze.

"No, Majima. I'd rather walk." Rejecting him, I pull away from him and start walking as I prepare to call a car shop.

A cab pulls up, one that Majima had called. "It'd be rude if ya said no now, already told the driver they'd be getting paid for two." His smug smile plasters his face, opening the door for me in anticipation. With hesitation, I follow along with him and get inside the cab as he gets in next to me from the other side.

Majima pats the driver's seat, indicating that he's ready to get going. I'm practically hugging the window at this point, keeping plenty of distance between me and him. His manspread reaches out into the middle seat, almost into mine.

"I thought ya had respect for me, not very respectful to be avoiding me, doll." He spats out, getting subtly close enough to caress my thigh with his gloved hand. Getting more towards the middle seat, he shifts my legs to lay on top of his thighs. I try setting my protests aside, too scared of what he'd do if I did so. His position being much higher than mine keeps me quiet, allowing him to have his way with me.

My skirt is rolled up, giving his hand room to pervertedly inch up my thigh. I wrap my arm around his neck to hold myself up to prevent my head from bumping into the window due to the awkward position he has me sat in. "Majima-han, we're gonna get kicked out of the cab if this continues..." I mumbled, trying not to sound like I was demanding him to stop.

"The driver ain't nothin' to worry about, girl." I automatically get the hint from him. He paid the driver to shut up and just drive. There are no rules during this cab ride, which makes my heart drop. The way Majima abuses his authority sends shivers down my spine. Why did Terada have to turn down Majima becoming Captain? Now I'm the makeup reward for all that money.

I feel Majima pull the rest of my body onto him, now sitting sideways on his lap. I place a hand onto his chest, praying that the ride ends soon. His hand under my skirt gets closer to my panties, a big smirk plastering his face yet again. "Lighten up a bit, ya should be honored to be getting this kinda treatment from me." He speaks into my neck, placing light pecks to the sensitive flesh. I slowly try to convince myself that this could be worse, forcing myself to accept it.

His thigh starts to bounce, trying to use levity in a situation like this. Or was it to get me to hang onto him more and get closer to him so I don't fall off of his lap? Who knows which one it is when it comes to Majima.

As soon as his fingers glaze my panties, the driver comes to an abrupt stop. "This is it, Majima-sama." The driver nervously spoke, tapping on the steering wheel with their hand.

The cab door pushed open, Majima getting out first before pulling me out as well. He gets a good grip on my wrist before swiftly jogging away from the cab, not paying the driver.

"W-wait! You forgot to pay me," the driver shouts, bummed out that they fell for his trick.

I look around my surroundings when I get a chance, realizing that we are at his construction site. He guides me through the secret entrance before running down the stairs to the hidden palace below. "Wow, it's pretty down here," I say, trying to change the subject away from... the original one of why I'm even with him.

"Jus' down this long path is my office, doll. All I want is a drink with you. Considering that you're what I get from all that revenue I collected, hm?" He questions, placing his hands on my hips as we meet eye to eye. I don't answer him. I simply pull my eyes off of him and to the ground.

Before I knew it, the large decorated doors closed behind me as well as Majima. The office was empty. The only thing in it was a large fish tank behind a desk and some support pillars to the sides of the office. I swear there was even an echo accompanied by any sound made in it.

As I took a closer look at the desk, I saw a few control panels. My curiosity getting the best of me, I go to press a button on it. Right before I managed to, both of my hands were pressed down into the table with just one of his own. Majimas chest meeting with my back as he pins me to the desk.

The warmth of his voice hits the back of my ear, the close proximity causing goosebumps to form up my arms. "I got you a drink, ya'know to ease you up, pretty."

"Majima..." I whine out, trying to shift out of his hold but to no avail. A comforting shushing sound from him quiets me up as his other hand offers my lips the glass full of a sultry light brown liquid in it. Shakily, I wrap my lips around the rim of the glass. Tilting my head back, he dumps all the glass empty into my mouth. A strong taste attacks my tongue, causing me to struggle to swallow it.

I'm not a big drinker, but I could tell there was something off putting to the taste. It was not normal. A tear falls down my face as it runs down my throat, burning anything in its path. I naturally gag, yet still managing to keep it down. Majima sets the glass down, caressing my forearm as a way of praise.

"Atta girl." He verbally praises alongside the touch. My head is turnt towards his face from behind me, his tongue licking my burning lips clean from any liquor that had escaped through.

Oddly enough, the one glass of liquor hits me like a bag of bricks within only minutes. I'm woosy, and the only thing keeping me awake is the feeling of Majima grinding up against me as his gloved hands roam under my blouse. Any movement I make is weakened, my eyesight failing on me. The last thing I hear before blacking out is Majima chuckling to himself before catching me mid fall.

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My vision starts to fade back, and with each blink, I gain more back. I'm greeted with a soft plush pillow behind my neck and the sensation of my legs being messed with. Not knowing what the feeling exactly was, I tried to shift my body up to be able to tell. However, it came to my realization that my legs were hoisted up onto a familiar faces' shoulders.

Any sound I had attempted to make was quickly muffled by his own glove in my mouth. Instinctively, I go to remove it out of my mouth, but my hands are slapped down to the sides of my head. I peer my eyes over him, watching him kiss at my ankle, his thumb rubbing at my ankle as well. I take notice that his jacket isn't on him anymore, his pants being his only article of clothing on him besides the other glove.

Making sure I keep my hands down, Majimas hands find their place back at my hips, pushing them against his pelvis. While I was passed out, my skirt was removed, leaving me in just my panties. I'm laid out for Majima on full display. Every time I struggled, it only fueled him on more. He made sure I would struggle with the way he grinds against my clothed sex. I could've swore he had us in one of those fancy rooms we had passed on the way to the office as we had an audience.

Something about the way he looked made my desire for him awaken. His always maintained hair, now tossled and messy, his face as pretty as ever. I know this shouldn't be happening, though. Never should two colleagues be involved like this. Is that why he drugged me? He knew I'd never actually say yes to this willingly. How long has he felt this way for me? Did he use what happened in the meeting earlier today as an excuse?

All of the confusion turns into stress. Light tears begin to roll down my face as he sees this right away and begins to coo at me.

"Aww, what's wrong? No need to cry, doll. I'll make sure to take good care o' ya." My tears are kissed by Majima then wiped by his thumbs. He gets a hold of my cheeks, pouting at me in mockery of my own face. The glove in my mouth soaking up all of the waterworks coming from my mouth, growing an even darker black than what the glove originally was. Him realizing this, he pulls it out, saliva strings snapping off of the glove as he tosses it to the side in disgust.

In relief, I breathed out quiet moans and pants to recover from the little air restriction that gave me. Giving me little time to catch my breath, my body jerks up into an arch from his subtle touch on my clothed clit.

"Really? That's all it takes? So pathetic..." Majima laughs at my reaction, talking to me as if I'm another one of his enemies. My mind as scrambled as it is, I involuntarily grab as his wrist. "Move your hands." A demand. Before he took action himself and swatted them away, I kept his hand still as I rocked my hips against his fingers. Turning my head to the side, I grip the pillow and shove my face into that as I begin to lose myself.

Majima gets a kick out of my desperation, and so does the male audience watching from outside the room. Some of them even fondling themselves through their own pants. Majima rips my blouse open before sliding one of his hands up my bra. He gives my breast a squeeze before pressing his thumb into my nipple. While lost within my own pleasure, I failed to notice that Majima had replaced his hand with his rock-hard dick. Now, rubbing himself off on my panties.

I plead for him now rather than wanting him off of me. I don't know what's gotten into me. But I need this, I need him. My cunt aches for him, more than just friction. Majima himself was a melting mess, trying to keep himself together but failing to do so. Impatiently, my panties are pulled to the side. Majima covers his hand in his own spit before rubbing it into my cunt as lubricate.

As I realize this is really happening, I try backing out like I even had a choice from the beginning, but it's too late. He had leaned forward, locking my legs over his shoulder and bending my body. I tap on his forearms that are wrapped around my thighs to hold them steady. His sweaty physique uncomfortably pins my body down as he teases my entrance with his leaking dick.

The way our slicks combine together into a sticky one, every glide of his dick giving off a lewd pornographic sound. Finally, he lines himself up before guiding himself in. With the position he has me in, he's deep inside of me, and it already hurts. This is the first time I'm taking him.

"It hurts, please stop... Majima..." Of course, he pays me no mind. Clearly, he feels good, and that's all that matters to him. Majimas mouth is agape, his hair falling into his face as he starts to push himself deeper before pulling himself out and repeating that movement. The way he stretches me out burns, causing me to claw at his arms to try to get him to stop. Again, the more I struggle, the more he gets off to it.

What I didn't expect from him was retaliation. My neck is greeted by his one gloved palm and given a rough enough squeeze to the point that my airways were almost completely blocked off. He'd give me second breaks to catch my breath before tightening his grip again. Those tears from earlier had broken out again, but this time, my cries were louder. Which made him take his other hand and cover my mouth. I bite down onto his palm, drawing blood from how hard I bit down.

"Ya're something, huh?" He moans from the painful sensation. I only fuel him on more with the way he begins to piston into me powerfully. Lifting my head, I watch as his dick appears out my cunt before slamming back into it, causing my head to fall back and roll into the pillow. To my surprise, I started getting off to his fucking. I slowly felt my body grow warm, building up an orgasm in my stomach. Every thrust from him was brutal. No mercy was shown.

At one point, I thought I'd pass out from all of the sensations at once, but he kept me awake by removing his hand from my neck and using it to instead rub unto my clit, which did not help relieve the overstimulation I was experiencing. Being pushed over the edge, I feel myself convulse, squeezing my hips around him as I intensely cum around his dick. His reaction to it is different, because I didn't just cum. I'm absolutely mortified to realize that I had squirted all over his torso. His face isn't an unpleasant one, just one of surprise.

"Somebody got a lil' too excited" He shames me in a teasing way, delivering light slaps to my clit before slowly continuing his pace. His face uncomfortably clenches up with each thrust, his own orgasm threatening.

He leans over to my ear, biting on the outer shell before slurring, "'m gon' paint you with my cum, pretty." With one last roll of his hips, he pulls out, rubbing himself off before ropes of his cum plaster my chest. I feel as if he's louder than me, moaning for everyone to hear as he finishes. Sweat drops falling from his forehead. Majima gives my cheek a slap before shoving his thumb in between my lips. I taste the sultry left over cum on his hand, dumbly sucking on it.

Majima collapses onto me, whispering concerning things that I can not process at the moment. However, I do know that this wasn't a one-time thing, I'm his now. Whether I like it or not.

crds to @cafekitsune for the dividers

[rnn11203]

The entire yumi-kiryu-nishiki thing in the end of kiwami makes no sense to me at all and makes me want to gag.... and RGG fumbled kiryu and nishikis story hardcore, so much in fact that they REDID it in LAD7 between Ichiban and Masato. The way Nishikis story is literally about Kazama and Yuko but they dont acknowledge it at all is insane to me. His inability to live up to kiryu, and his failures in protecting his sister… like rlly we just went no where with those plot points? His driving forces? I feel its barely touched on.

It's interesting that Nishiki himself doesnt view kazama personally at all (thati know of)(in game at least) if he so strongly feels that kiryu is his better half than why doesnt he feel any way towards kazama? At most kazama is just an obstacle in his way towards the seat of chairman. Yet kazama himself feels like hes a guidance figure for nishiki?!?! In yakuza 0 nishiki tells kiryu that he doesnt have to do any of the stuff that hes doing to appease kazama, that hes fine being himself and that he doesnt owe kazama anything. It’s interesting that he clearly doesnt feel the debt that kiryu does.

The only real scenes we get with kazama and nishiki are in the Tojo headquarters. Where nishiki and shimano expose the missing 10 billion. Where kazama looks at nishiki in scorn and nishiki stares back, smug? It feels almost playful. Cheeky even. Later, nishiki attempts to snipe kazama. He describes the experience as his hands couldnt stop shaking, because he knew deep down it was wrong? Because he held some sort of affection for him?

I dont think so. I think it was thrilling. That he wanted to and always had wanted to. I always liked to think that Nishiki found out what the orphanage really was. A place where kazama dumped his guilt. This is more headcanon territory but i like to think that nishikis family was wealthy and comfortable. I think part of his greed stems from feeling like he deserves it. Maybe he does in a way. But i think finding out about the blood on kazamas hands just made him think of kiryu. How kiryu called that man his father. The man that killed his birth parents. And yk what? I think what bothered him the most that he knew kiryu wouldnt have even cared. That it would always be kazama, above all else.

Who did kiryu care about more than anything else? Who was he putting above everyone? Even himself?

Kazama.

(Secretly…. I love kazama… but dont tell anyone!)

[arjengelly]

I’d like to believe they didn’t find Toga’s body, or she faked her death. Being a master of disguise and the cameras weren’t on her at the time, she could have made one last clone of herself.

There could be one last happy ending for the villains after all.

Toga found her way to Spinner after his book was a success and disguised herself as his bodyguard or what not.

They get Compress and Geten out of jail.

Toga tiptoes her way around Ochako and the hero society. She hears through the grapevine of Katsuma Shimano and his abilities. Eventually the boy and his family come to visit Deku and his [former] classmates.

Toga manages to get some of Recovery Girl’s blood and transforms into her. Toga also steals her security clearance badge and convinces Katsuma to help her secretly heal Touya as a surprise for his family. [Eri could also be brought in to this somehow]🤷🏻‍♀️

Touya’s bodyguards were paid hush money by the fake Recovery Girl (using funds from Spinner). Touya’s restoration happened after visiting hours.

The Todoroki family return to an empty jail cell and unconscious guards. Katsuma [& Eri] huddled in shock after witnessing Recovery Girl’s transformation into an acrobatic assailant who tag teams with a restored Touya in incapacitating the guards. Touya thanked the kid(s) and asked for a message to be relayed to his family: “Sorry for everything.”