#where would yakuza dog get tattooed.....

[crescentmoonrider]

black cat satomi is semi-canon, but i like him as a black cat with white socks hehe

also ive seen kyouji designs where he's like a doberman, but honestly i think he'd be a mutt. large dog for sure, but unidentifiable

[suiana]

yandere! ex yakuza that is... surprisingly a really good househusband. he can cook, he can clean, and most importantly he absolutely freaking loves you.

yeah, he might have a whole back of tattoos and a few scars- oh! and the history of beating up people (he swears he's changed) and going to jail is there too...

but he's your househusband now!

that's right. you're the one making money while he stays home cleaning, making cute little dishes, going shopping for house essentials... what? he's comfortable with this dynamic! if you want to be independent go ahead! if you're happy he's happy!

it's actually such a change from his previous lifestyle, one where he not only led a whole gang of yakuza members into war and was like, the legendary top dog who would dominate others bla bla bla backstory stuff.

but you know, that life just isn't for him anymore. he's thrown that yakuza lifestyle away. it's just not part of who he is anymore. not after meeting you at least. you really changed him and he's grateful for that❤️

unfortunately you can take the yakuza out of the environment but the yakuza will always stay inside of him or whatever the saying is i don't fucking remember.

so your dreams of having a cute househusband are crushed because this man CANNOT for the life of him look #cute. how can you expect him to look cute?? not with that wardrobe full of suits he isn't. also he wears sunglasses indoors??? and what's with the weird stick he carries around??

anyway, did you hear? there's a sale going on! he knows how stressed you've been with work so he'll take it upon himself to cook you a delicious meal (that's definitely not laced with sleeping pills) so that you can have a peaceful night for once! that's right, you're also getting a massage and he'll even play with your hair until you fall asleep in his arms! now doesn't that sound enticing?

and when you eventually wake up late for work he'll tell you that your boss gave you a paid week off. yay! more time to spend with him! threaten? what no. he didn't threaten your boss, what nonsense are you spouting!

...

well he certainly doesn't look cute but he definitely acts cute. like when how he gets all excited over a sale or a discount happening. he acts like an old auntie sometimes, it's actually so funny.

but let's not forget that this man is still an ex yakuza. he definitely retains his old habits, like i was saying just now. and it obviously has to be ten times worse when you're out with him or something and you get hit on-

"honey no! you can't hit random people with your stick!"

"he was staring at your ass 🤬"

...so that's what the stick was for...

erm... well, now you don't know whether to be angry or to swoon over him. ah whatever! let's just go home!

because once you're home, this man will stop at nothing to make you forget all about his weirdly... violent behaviors towards others.

[rggtattoos]

i'm sure you're very busy so no worries if this doesn't get an answer, but do you have any headcanons or ideas for a tattoo our dearest Nishida could have?

I adore his character so much... Stressed straightman, YET surprisingly competent. I like to think there's a little more to him than that, considering that he works for Majima of all people... The lack of attention on him leaves so much room for the imagination!

I’m also a big fan of Nishida! I think that Nishida must be much stronger than we are ever directly shown, otherwise he would have not have risen to lieutenant with a patriarch like Majima. I think he’s just surrounded by absolute monsters and is very aware of where he stands in comparison to all of these unkillable forces like Majima and Kiryu.

For Nishida I wanted something that reflects his link to Majima, since Nishida is Majima’s right-hand man. I went with the Inugami, a dog spirit that I think may have had some influence on Majima’s backstory as The Mad Dog. Inugami are yokai that are created by sorcerers to act as servants. They are created by tying up a dog just out of reach of food, or burying it up to its neck, then starving it near to death. When the dog has been driven mad by hunger, its head is severed and buried under a crossroads where the constant noise will further enrage the spirit of the dog. Despite the cruelty of this process, inugami are exceedingly loyal to their masters, and can be handed down as an heirloom, faithfully serving its family for generations. However, it is possible for a master to be so abusive that the inugami turns on them, killing the sorcerer who controls them. There are some similarities between Majima's treatment by Shimano, and Majima's subsequent treatment of his own men, Nishida included. However, while Majima eventually snaps and turns on Shimano, Nishida shows no signs of being pushed to a breaking point. Majima may be harsh, even cruel, to his men, but he has no desire to break them the way Shimano does. Nishida even shows genuine concern for Majima's well-being in RGGO's side stories for him, as well as promising Saejima that he will look after Majima in 5.

Dogs in general represent loyalty, but may also be associated with criminals. Nishida is a low-level yakuza compared to the legends the story usually focuses on, but he's competent and loyal to the Majima family and its patriarch.  

I also think that the image of the inugami could be stylized like a namakubi tattoo, a traditional image in Japanese tattoos of a bloody severed head. This head is often that of a samurai, representing the beheading of a samurai after they have committed seppuku. This represents the samurai ideals of honor. Nishida’s loyalty to the Majima family is absolute, despite his anxious, fearful personality. His side stories in RGGO show that he takes his oath very seriously, and is dedicated to pursuing strength by studying the legends of the Tojo.

For a flower I chose the blue aster, or ezogiku, because in Japanese flower language they mean "I trust you, but I am worried" which I thought was funny and fits the loyal but anxiety-ridden Nishida to a T.

[ohgodnotanotheronenooo]

Yesh

(So this is Aoba, the main character

He’s a kind and compassionate person and doesn’t usually judge people based on appearances, he can be straightforward and blunt and isn’t afraid to express how he feels. His backstory is also crazy. So. He’s a lab baby who was created for a mind control experiment. He has an ability called ‘scrap’, basically he can control people slightly with his voice and go into people’s minds to ‘destroy them’ or parts of them, he doesn’t like to use this ability though since it can literally break people mentally. It also gives him REALLY BAD headaches AND he has nerves in his hair.

This is Clear

Clear’s a robot and part of a series used for mind control via a certain type of music called Dye Music, however Clear’s defective, and was about to be scrapped until an old man took him in (before dying in his sleep years later). Clear’s series was built to blend in with humans so people don’t suspect them, hence why Clear has a dick. He also typically wears a gas mask because he’s insecure about his face, since his grandfather told him to never show his face.

This is Koujaku, Aoba’s childhood friend

He’s a womanizer and a charmer and works as a freelance barber. He’s generally an optimistic guy but this is more to hide his past because HOLY SHIT. So. Koujaku was going to be in the Yakuza because his dad had no other heirs (Koujaku’s an affair baby) and forced Koujaku to get a tattoo from an artist named Ryuuhou, the flowery one seen in the second image, plottwist, Ryuuhou was working for the main antagonist to test out mind control ink and whenever Koujaku gets too angry, he loses control of himself, like in the second image. One day he got too angry and he killed his mother while he was on a stabbing spree. So he went back to the main city dmmd takes place in and continued to hang out with Aoba.

This is Noiz

Noiz isn’t very expressive and is somewhat bratty, mostly because he’s had barely any social interaction and has a condition, Congenital insensitivity to pain. Basically, Noiz can’t feel physical pain, the only place where he has sensation is on his tongue. This is why he participates in a virtual fighting game called Rhyme, since it simulates pain, something he can’t feel. Because of his condition, Noiz wasn’t able to understand other people’s limits, leading to him often going too far and getting kids hurt, so his parents locked him in his room for most of his life leaving Noiz to only survive on pizza and pasta until he ran away from home. He’s generally the tech guy and also I see him as having autism.

This is Mink

Mink is very cold and traumatized. Mink comes off as extremely abusive, especially to Aoba, but this is because he literally watched all his loved ones die in a genocide of his people and is the last living member of his tribe. Mink came up with a plan to take down the main antagonist which was basically ‘I’m going to kill him and then kill myself’ and needed Aoba’s power for his plan, so he intentionally acted awful to Aoba and pushed him away, so Aoba would hate him, so Mink wouldn’t be missed after he died. I do think his route does not handle this really interesting concept well at all but at least reconnect makes him nicer and actually likable.

This is Ren and I need to explain- so much-

So in dmmd there are things called Allmates, basically think of them as Alexas that can take multiple forms. The little dog form is how Ren starts out. The human form is basically how Ren really looks because he’s ACTUALLY PART OF AOBA. He was basically part of Aoba’s consciousness, the one that balanced his more violent and impulsive thoughts and behaviors, and he used the allmate body as a vessel to interact with Aoba in the real world and ended up- developing feelings??? For Aoba??? And the final picture. So. Ren can only take the human form in Aoba’s mind and in rhyme, so at the end of his route, Ren’s consciousness is placed into Sei’s body, Sei is Aoba’s twin brother. I can’t send anymore pictures cus I’m on my phone but basically Sei is a lab baby like Aoba was, they were actually born conjoined together via their hair and both were born dead, when their hair was cut, Sei immediately came to life and was taken in to be raised by the lab, while a scientist took Aoba to give him a dignified burial but then he just- woke up- so the scientist raised him. So yeah, Sei really wanted to die and was essentially a hollow shell of a person, so after Aoba killed him, Sei essentially gave up his body as a vessel for Ren to use.

And those are all the dateable characters, yes I know this game is weird.

[sunnyrifle]

[Majima!y0 x Morita] part I

GinMori & SagaMaji;; puppies licking each other's wounds!!!!!!!!

tags!!: Mature ▪️ crossover ▪️ voyeurism ▪️ PTSD ▪️ suicide intentions

⚠️CAUTION!! i’m not eng native, this is an unedited text from my notes, structural & grammatical errors ahead⚠️

me waking up, disoriented, dizzy trembling voice like I'm on my deathbed 

two boys... fucking nasty in front of.... their superiors........

owners watching their dogs have a playdate;;

huhu giving nasty vibes where dog owners take their dogs to see each other bc they're breeding the puppies

contacted by the phone and going "yeah, I have a good bitch, want them to fuck each other? yeah, is Saturday alright?"

marking the occasion by putting their boys in leashes and just making casual conversation as they go at it on the floor by their feet

Morita's PTSD vs Majima's PTSD gonna be amusing in the bed too

gh I can see Majima being more firm and being all "yeah, get off on it freaks, whatever rly" rolling his eye or clicking his tongue;; but Morita is more stubborn in a sense he's shy to do anything, he doesn't know what to do really and he's also hard and panting too

so I'm saying if Morita bottoms it's a natural progression and he's a nice sight

if Morita tops he's probably red to the tips of his ears and apologises all the time bc he sees the other person is not enjoying it all

then again I know Majima is very sweet, he probably will pretend it's nice just so Morita would not feel so guilty and bad

"why are you agreeing to do this?"

"I have my life in the hands of that man, he can snap his fingers and head will roll" (not mentioning anything about him desperately fighting to get back into the yakuza family) "and you?"

"ah... I just want my teacher to see me as an equal..."

"You're doing it because you're into it?!?"

"NO not like that! I was... I was ordered to do so... uh, I really don't have much choice when he does that--"

"Because he'll pamper you and throw you a bone?"

(very shy nod with lowered head)

"tsk, should've said you're into it, would make things easier for me" (just puts his lips over Morita's forehead bc he feels a bit sorry for the younger boy who doesn't know how to navigate demands of his old man and differentiate where his own needs and wants start)

"Just lie down and relax then, I'll be quick"

also Majima can "bottom" by riding it huhu I bet would probably make him smile bc he's in power (so it's safe) as well as make Morita feel useful as well too

aaand Morita being super curious and fascinated by having such a close view on such a huge tattoo, bet he's spending all the extra time he's coming down from the high just tracing it, licking it and rubbing his cheek over every single swirl of clouds

there was a headcanon about Majima not getting to choose the design by himself bc he has the same flower petals as his boss Shimano so...... nonconsensual tattoo - check

I'm saying this bc I have AU of Ginji doing the same to Morita, getting Mori a tattoo bc he had admired someone else's and Ginji assumes Morita wants one

huhu never ending cycle of abuse then: Majima getting one by no choice, Morita admiring it even if it's made based on bad intentions, Morita getting one bc he admired that pain too closely

Majima and Morita can't rly let go bc they have Circumstances™️ but they were ordered to fuck like animals, also it's their natural young bodies desires too;; I think they need to be pushed over the edge else they're too tender and careful with each other

ah I bet Morita doesn't actually feel bad, he just didn't want that to be an unknown man who's that careful with him as well as makes him think he's being used-- what if Morita feels guilty he lets thoughts of Ginji slip into his head? oh, or even better, what if he feels awful bc he moaned another man's name while he's reaching his peak and he just happened to close his eyes too tightly?

Ginji hiding his smile behind his hand with a cigarette, obviously very smug that Morita's pleas are full of his name (and aroused bc it's a show made for him, bc Morita's voice breaks over his name) Sagawa would probably smirk and whistle to such behaviour as in "wow, you have your underlings moaning your name? they don't do yakuza like they used to" ← fully knowing he just turned his compliment into insult calling Ginji's business no better than yakuza.... 

and Majima just stroking Morita's cheek bc the boy is obviously coming undone, he knows what he did and how he sounded, and if Majima doesn't mind (on the opposite wouldn't it be strange to not moan a name of a man you're doing this for? going to such extremes to please) then Morita is so guilty he hides his eyes under his raised forearm, he tries to stop panting, and next time he uncovers his face the tears are already streaming down his face bc Majima looks at him so accepting of everything and all the circumstances and he understands him even if they're just strangers, and he strokes his cheeks and combs his hair with his fingers-- 

I want Morita to crumble in a sob and hug Majima so tight he wouldn't have place to espace, and while he's doing his best to calm down the man who fell into his arms, he's glaring from Morita's shoulder to the place Ginji and Sagawa are sitting sharing a drink, noticing that yeah maybe Ginji does look a bit guilty and averts his eye-- but he's doing WORSE bc here Morita cries his heart out and he's drinking to it, he's not even consolidating his own partner... of course he'd coo and shush Morita with all the words he can, with all the tenderness he has to offer, he doesn't want anyone to suffer like he does;; like it wasn't his whose ass is both sore as well as every movement makes his cheeks red bc he feels new hot drip running down his tattooed back of the thigh

I think Majima is very people person, he's manager of cabaret and he knows damn well what's going on with his girls as well as how much feelings stand behind faceless sex for entertainment huhu

and Morita's no prostitute, he's a loverboy who blushes on a date, he'd crumble having to perform like that;;

I can see their relationship developing into "man I'm so tired from the performance, let's just meet up for a drink" ending in a dirty public toilet stall quickie

Morita stressed bc Ginji's running his thin with all the risky gambles with his life AND not returning his feelings so Morita can't even have sex with him without feeling like he's just toy and not an actual lover... and Majima being in customer service lol Sagawa making him lick his boots every single time he comes to collect the profits aka humiliating him with sex which is once again performative in nature... surely them two would be nice to each other just letting the feelings out

first times it's them two together they're just ending it with both sitting on the bed smoking in silence, then skips a few months and a few meetings and Morita's cuddled into sleep, skip half a year and they're standing on the balcony with only their briefs, smoking and sharing stories around-- a year and maybe they're already having a laugh and a blush eyeing each other

them meeting up secretly, them being forced to perform before other's eyes bc that's punishment for being sneaky like that (why go for sex on the side if you have me to please? from both Sagawa and Ginji haha) and then them meeting in secret yet again but Majima trying to make Morita feel better in potential this situation will be repeated so Morita should get used to the thought it's just a performance and it can be done right

"It looks good if you're arching your back... don't be shy about the noises, they're sitting there drinking just to hear your voice"

"I don't want to do that though... also I'm not just moaning for Ginji or you to listen, I still have your boss, who's obviously some kind of sadist, listening to me and smirking there too"

"You know Ginji would never let you be touched by another man" (implying Majima is probably not rly seen much of a man and a competition by Ginji-- obv bc he's an underling, he's even lower status than Morita who at least has rank of Ginji's accomplice and partner on paper... maybe Majima is just viewed as a male prostitute - but he doesn't care, what's for him to measure himself by what names other men call him? not after the Hole where he was made to feel nothing but a piece of meat yet to die)

"So you don't have to worry about Sagawa, he's just smirking it all away bc he likes to see us go after each other-- You don't owe him feeling conscious about yourself"

(leaning to Morita's side and putting hand over his nape, foreheads touching and their eyes locked in)

"Just look at me and go with a flow... if it's interrupted return to the basic thought that you're doing it for Ginji and he's sitting there, aroused but not allowed to touch you, drinking and musing how good you must feel right now-- he's going to be so so jealous it's not him who's in your hands"

(and Morita blushes and swallows averting his gaze slightly lower while Majima chuckles and runs Morita's ponytail through his fingers)

"See? You're a good sight, take pride in that and enjoy the things at hand"

regarding PTSD... Majima wouldn't crumble as easily bc tbh he's in sex worker's industry, he's a cabaret manager and I bet he can only be triggered if he's actually scared for his life while in bed, if he's not just pressed into it but he's actively raped and even through all that terror his body feels a pang of pleasure - the pang of that being the trigger that makes him throw up

but Morita is a tender case, having scars over his upper thighs and forearms, if say, someone runs his hands over the thin lines like those and say "you've earned that, you can't get rid of your wounds as well as you can't rid yourself of those feelings too" he'd probably fold, he'd probably catch his breath being terrified of implications that these scars are open wounds and cuts as they were before, but in actuality it's just them nagging in phantom pain bc of his feelings towards the man who's responsible for that;;

Majima slowly running his hands over Morita's thighs, rubbing the scars knowing full well he's still touching the thing that caused Morita to be lying in tears over the pillow right now, but he knows the pain will pass sooner if he does and Morita's strong enough to let him soothe him, just clenching his fists in bedsheets by his sides;; but also coming up with an idea, lifting Morita's legs so his underside is shown, so his whole white skin of untouched side is there, his plump butt and stretched hole... smirking and saying "if you stand on all fours and put your hands over the bedsheets, there's not a single scar to be visible like that-- you'll look as innocent as your age dictates" as Morita gets red-- bc he knows what Majima just said means "only if we're fucking doggie style then you looks like a sweet virgin you are" and it makes him hard for no reason at all hehehe

Morita's innocent rly!! he knows sex by magazines and that's that-- now imagine him uncovering new things about himself by constantly interacting with men who are experienced in the underworld and have access to any prostitute any time they want-- yet they want him, a young man, to be their entertainment

it both gets into his head as well as makes Morita consider things he isn't comfortable with

Hm Morita met Ginji when he was 20, then he turned 21 somewhere before the mahjong arc... Majima's already 24 when he gets out from the torturing, he was thrown there for a year so 23 before that or 22 when he betrayed an order and lost his eye....

which makes him not only a few years older but a whole chunk of experience stronger than Morita

I also think Morita would be a lot more open for displays of affection!! after all he wasn't abused in that way, he just doesn't do PDA with Ginji bc he's shy and very conscious, but if it's someone equal? I bet he'd pat Majima's back to cheer him up to look up for another glass of drink, he'd push his shoulder so he'd look where he points and he'd ask him to a dance just bc he's that drunk and the jazz is just right and "I think this song suits you! you'll look good in disco light, let me see" and be all giddy and smiling taking him places;; which starts with Majima growling here and there, mumbling bc he jumps to every single sudden touch, but slowly relax bc Morita's never doing smth unpleasant and instead starts to see that he's like a playful puppy instead 

Morita who doesn't understand why Majima is so jumpy when he touches him casually but is so confident in bed-- ah they have so much to learn about each other

and Morita who is the opposite, so open with casual touch and inappropriate behaviour like laying his head over other's shoulder, but clams up and is all shy to even lay a hand over other's naked waist

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waking up in the middle of the night, an empty apartment with a single futon and an empty table with an ashtray - Morita didn't like the place and he could easily pay for a love hotel or, well, any hotel room for a night to indulge Majima to sleep in a good bed for one night too... but Morita also knew that's for the nights he can allow himself to not be hyper aware about his own presence. Right now a discrete not a single person known empty apartment was safer than any hotel, bc "he won't be found out here". Ginji will never find him here - is what he meant

Morita shuffles trying not to wake up the other, they're sleeping on two single futons pushed together, and a single blanket that was turned sideways. Morita sits up to open a creaky window further and leans to the table to get the pack of cigarettes, but notices something else on top of it. Next to the ashtray there's a black varnished wood sheath of a tanto knife. His hand lays over it instead of the carton box and he takes it into his hand. He traces the wood and the handle both coloured in flowers, thinking it looks just like the flowers of the tattoo he already mesmerized so carefully now. Tanto suiting its owner so closely.

Then Morita finally sets his hand over the handle and pushes the sheath off, slowly revealing the blade. Its surface reveals the silver reflection of the moonlight from outside, Morita lets the sheath come off and lays the empty wooden husk to his side. He checks its sharpness with the tip of his thumb and it's razor sharp, top condition of course. He turns it some more, until the shine dances over the surface of the blade before him - the polished blade of such quality has nothing to do in such empty dirty apartment they're both sleeping in, hiding in, together. He thinks - until his own reflection in that blade catches his eye. Morita looks attentively, like he's fascinated with a mirror, but it's something else - it's the disheveled hair standing up here and there from a loosely tied ponytail, hairband lowered by itself during his sleep. He once teased Majima about being the night business owner, a manager of cabaret with bags under his eyes all the time. That smirk he held back there isn't present on his face anymore - he has eyebags too now. Morita wonders how did it come to this - that he's sleeping in a hideout instead of the hotel, why he even hides in the first place. He just knows he doesn't want to be present by Ginji's side this night and that was it, but now he suddenly watches his own face full of mixed emotions and asks himself why. Why is he spending night with a different person in a different place instead of the one where he should belong to, why is it that he feels that even if Ginji is always welcoming him at any hotel he spends the night in, it doesn't feel right to occupy the other side of the bed next to him? Why does he feel nervous eating breakfast made by the room service and not grab some street food with Majima? Why does this blade look elegant and not violent - they're both blades of almost the same length, shape and form. 

Then he turns it backwards pointing to himself-- pointing the tip of the blade to his chest. He's about to find out if they're the same as the one he held before.

Morita's chest has that small scar from his first try, he can accurately point at right the same spot with the tip of Majima's blade. "If you are to lose... it's better than being kept... Die, Morita" would Majima ever say something like that? Moreover, wasn't Majima the one who got kept? Unlike Morita he didn't take his own life, he was being kept. For a year. Now he's covered in scars, mental or not, and the whole yakuza tattoo isn't able to cover every single one of them as carefully as it should've. Morita's already covered in scars too. They both try carefully not to touch each other's scars knowing full well that brings out the worst in them. 

Did Majima bear those scars in honour of his own boss? What made Majima feel this way in the first place? What made him so strong to endure a whole year of torture? He's here laying behind his back, while Morita's hands shake over the handle of his blade. "Die, Morita" he thinks is the answer. Unlike Majima who had "survive this and show them all" as an order. He was ordered to die if he were to lose

He presses the tip of the blade into the old scar, it's not painful when it pierces the skin, it's almost exciting. Why does he bite down his own lip then? His hands are not shaking anymore-- If he were to die here would Ginji care? If he's the spoiled goods would Ginji ever care in the first place? If he were to die-- 

Then someone's hand grips his wrist and Morita jumps, blade almost falling from his hands into his lap.

"What do you think you're doing?" a low grumble and Morita closes his eyes tight knowing he's a mess.

"I am... dying as you can see" as I was ordered to do - he wants to say and to smirk with a bitter irony like it's a sick joke - is this reason simple enough?

"You're not dying, you dumbass, you're killing yourself" and Majima grips his hand even more, sudden pain and tug finally makes Morita wince but instead of lowering the blade or letting it go, he grips the handle even more and points it to his chest yet again. 

"Yeah, I'm killing myself! What of it!?" he suddenly snaps and there's struggle, a second hand joins gripping Morita's shoulder while the first is trying to pull the knife away from him again

"That you're gonna be dead, you idiot!" he tries to stop him but they're both strong and he can't slap Morita from this position to snap out of it too

"And no-one wants that! So stop it!"

Morita growls and shuts his eyes, making a show of letting the knife fall from his grip onto the floor. Majima doesn't let him go even without a weapon in his hands so Morita continues to keep his eyes closed, up until Majima lets his hands go, sits in front of him instead. Only then he opens his eyes, tears already visible in the corners, both guilt and shame visible in them

"Gin-san doesn't want you dead either" he says and Morita lowers his head "Did he say he wished you were dead? Did you two fight?" he asks keeping hands to himself, not knowing if it's okay to even touch Morita in this state, but he's watching the bleeding cut on his chest with attention, thinking he should soon get to it else it's going to leave another scar. 

"He said I should die" Morita reiterates but he knows Majima will not get it. He has to tell the whole story so he'd understand how reasonable it was. How having the mentality of a dead man has helped him to get through that deathmatch and how they won due to it. How he bears that scar over his chest because it's a badge of honour from a battle he had won

"If I were to lose... I better just die" Morita says trying to make one understand but as soon as words leave his mouth he gets what he just said. That he remembers those words without any context too. That it's simply "if you don't perform well you're as good as dead" settled down as a thought in his head. So he's trembling sitting here with an cut over his chest again, but now, for some reason it's appropriate to tear up. Right now it's somehow alright to let it go and stress wash him under and him mourn at his own thoughts.

What if I don't live up to the expectations - what if I'm better off dead? He's too kindhearted to mention the whole phrase though... Morita can't utter the words "being kept" in Majima's presence. He lifts his eyes to Majima's patient face and doesn't understand how he can ever say "I was advised to die before I turn into what became of you"

Majima catches his reaching hand in the space between them. Then he takes it and pulls Morita into his hands - he doesn't want to touch him, he just knows it's the most simple thing he can do to calm down the other man. That all Morita needs to stifle a sob is him running his hand over his head again

"You're better at being alive" he simply states, while Morita hugs him. He feels his tears over his shoulder and wonders if the cut over his chest hurts as much. If Morita's blood leaves marks over his own chest as they embrace.

"You're useless if you're dead, you stupid. You're so much useful living in Ginji's honour, don't you think?" he asks knowing full well it's not something that should be said, but something that Morita wants to said. He knows he should discuss and talk Morita out of relying his wish to live onto Ginji's whims... but he doesn't have time or any strength right now. He just plays the safer route because that's how Morita calms down. No need to think of anything complicated when you can just rely on Ginji instead of your own inner compass - the one that breaks little by little like this. 

"I don't want you dead either" he adds instead, thinking maybe it'll work a little. Maybe if Morita wants to know if someone would miss him it'll help him go through it. He just lets him sit in uncomfortable silence of tears running over his cheeks and rubs Morita's nape in a soothing pace. He just hopes the warmth of another person will help him come down.

"I don't want to die" Morita sniffles and squeezes his eyes shut, a new wave of vulnerability washes him under

"Good, just continue living then" and please don't die on me - he wants to add but all he can do is hold Morita in his hands until sunrise. He can't help him out in his inner struggles, or even outer at this point in time. He can just hope he's a decent enough distraction for Morita to not fall apart. He will, eventually - but not in his hands. He just hopes that when it happens Morita won't reach for his blade yet again--

[shixen]

2: End of Sky

Theyre tryna steal children from nameless city

Not if my parkour has anything to say about it

The parkour is actually sick though like unironically

JUMP AROUND!!!!

They still have the rights to the music I see

"Lesssss Pahhteeee"

I keep my sunglasses on in the club

Rocky you are the cringiest bastard I have ever seen in my life and I would kill for you

The man, the myth, the Cobra

And his emotional support morons. God bless

New edgy opening credits

"Lets go babies" Hyuga has been day drinking again

Just leak the usb drive on the internet dog

Who is this new slinky possum in rude boys?

Murayama calling Cobra "little Cobra-chan" is such a mood

Tetsu got a haircut, good for him

"We just want to protect the women" Rocky you marvelous bastard

Murayama is somehow the most sensible one here which should be illegal

Ranmaru who are you, you glamour puss

Everyone is getting hair cuts

Evil cop is evil ACAB

Genji has the shiniest hair I have ever seen

AMAMIYA BOYYYYYYS

Masaki you pathetic wet mess, you stupid little meow meow

Kohaku you look like shit

ACAB again

Never mind Kohaku you look great

Tsukumo got hit by a fucking car AGAIN

Did they forget to add in the sound effects??? I thought only thai dramas did that

Man kicked a door right off a car

People fight Tsukumo so dirty, weapons and cars and shit unbelievable

Yessss assassinate the Japanese terminator Kohaku we believe in you.

Oh dear he has a sword

Motorbike beats sword

Ranmaru is feral for real

Police are fine with you beating the shit out of each other but generally frown on murder

Damn Ryu got gender for days, good for they/them

Cobra smol

What kind of prison is this??

Tense that stomach Jesse, define those abs

Smokey still sick af, go to a fucking hospital bro

Hyuga on the pipe, just weed though I think, looks too plant-like to be crack

Ranmaru is really fucking with the Rascals

Rockys secretary means business

Knives in both legs? damn

Where did Ranmaru get all this money from?

What the fuck is up with his eyebrows as well, so many unanswered questions

Thats a nice sweater Yamato. Did you steal it from the oldest man alive?

Naomi and Yamato have to be the blandest characters in this whole series

He went on holiday Hiroto damn, let the man have a break. He's clearly been insane for a little bit

The most babygirl shot of Masaki possible

Tsukumo you fucking boss bitch you are the baddest bitch alive I swear to god. Pink satin jacket and everything.

Fuck stop getting in car accidents though for real

Genji wants to be Arnold Schwarzenegger so badly

Motorbike beats sword again

These poor stuntmen really went through the most

Kohaku is the king of kicking doors off cars

Genji you're so greasy and lame

The Amamiya brothers are objectively tall but they give off such unfiltered short king energy and I cant explain that rationally

Genji is the worst at stabbing people ever

Be strong Masaki you little meow meow

They for real just left Genji to die though, baller move

Tsukumo that is the most valid expression of feelings I have ever heard anyone say in my life

Oh woops Genji didn't die. Unfortunate

Noboru just got called baby face by a man with a knife

I'm sure it was meant to a Manji but when its tattooed on someone it just becomes a swastika.

Mighty warriors have improved their flow slightly

Their hairstyles are still the worst thing I've ever seen though

Oh mighty warriors are friends with Jesse, the cringe squads role together I guess

They have a whole song for Jesse, its really fucking pathetic

Jesse seems to like it though

Theyre doing the M and W the wrong way around.

We get it Jesse is back can we please move on

Why did they dress Pho like John coffee

Why do other mighty warriors not simply eat Jesse, the smallest Warrior

Gang initiation is very simple in this world huh

Oh Ryu is a mighty warrior

No wonder he dresses like an anime character even in the yakuza

Damn Rocky's having a hard week

Cobra's feelings keep getting hurt

Oh my god the drama

Wearing all white to a gang fight though, theyre not giving up on the aesthetic

Damn Dan why so edgy

The fucking break up song though

Smokeys hair is turning blue?

Fuck you Dan

Did Chiharu just leave?? And Tetsu. Unfaithful

Just go for it cobra

Murayama is such a baller. Again the only logical character which should absolutely be illegal

Ranmaru incel vibes

Rocky ultimate husband material

"PAHHHDEE TYYME"

Ranmaru is a punk ass bitch

His white got dirty

Why are the baddies always like "defeat this one letter and then take over SWORD" like there's still 4 more letters homie

Oof Cobra does not know hanky code clearly. Or maybe he does

Cobra can take on 50 guys no problem

Yamato also said "no speak english"

Yessss Oya high!!!!

Please give me the house of pain

THERE IT IS JUMP AROUND!!!!

Murayama is the only real one

No one fights with as much style as the rude boys though for real

They forgot the sound effects again

Daruma boys are always having the best time and I appreciate that about them

Theyre commiting manslaughter again

Twink off between Cobra and Jesse

The twinks are popping off with the floor routine

Mighty Warriors are so fucking lame

Ice is wearing Kevlar which I think is absolutely cheating

Jesse is pulling Cobra's fucking hair

Cobra's super hero speech moment. Very touching

Ranmaru shook af

Punched in the hand

These boys are having punch offs while Kohaku, Tsukumo and the Amamiya bros are fighting off literal assassination attempts from the mob

Kicked in the head knife bitch

Why do the yakuza rely so much on juvenile delinquents

Ominous man with Icecream

Hey Ranmaru bro, you look fucked

Cobra big mad

Big kick

I don't get why the title was End Of Sky

I am watching every HiGH&LoW movie back to back and simply allowing my brain to drip out of my ears

Its how I want to go out

I am taking notes for introspection though, to report my findings

[kankuroplease]

Chiha Uzamaki Tattoo Au Headcanons?

Took a liking to singing as a small child and wanted to do every play and musical her school had to offer.

Looks up to Naruto and his never quit attitude, still thinks he’s a dorky idiot, but a good guy.

Thanks to all her natural talent and vocal training, she’s quite good at singing. She’s still a little shy/humble about being asked to do it in the spot

Her first non-school performance was for Mikoto’s birthday celebration and ever since then, She’s performs at the upscale Uchiha lounge every other month and earns a nice chunk of cash

Which goes straight to her sneaker collection because she’s a sneakerhead 👟

Chiha also wears the pearl necklace her mother’s friend gifted her for the birthday performance all the time.

Goes to the Uchiha owned night clubs with her friends because they really are the best in town. Only downside is she runs the risk of getting caught by Sasuke who, for some reason, thinks he can forbid her from going

Unlike her brother, she knows he’s a Yakuza. Their mom’s are friends. C’mon, she’s actually safer in a Uchiha club where everyone that matters already know who she is thanks to that birthday gig. Plus who is going to try anything on their territory??

Takes revenge in the form of visiting Naruto and eating all of Sasuke’s snacks she can find

Gets along better with Itachi than Sasuke, Itachi doesn’t care if she’s at one of his clubs and is the one handing her cash. It’s smart business; beautiful people bring him more customers and as long as she isn’t interfering with his business, it’s none of his business.

Hates her sandwich place job. especially when Naruto shows up acting like he’s going to order something different. He gets the same thing every time but waste time humming to himself and she has to tell her coworkers he’s off limits.

Loves Sakura to pieces because Sakura has always been nice to her. She would hold her hand when she was little and help her with her homework whenever she came over. She is like her cool big sister 🥹

Got nipple piercings because why not? Naruto was taking forever to finish a tattoo and she was bored/Sakura was available to do it.

Not a fan of her godfather, what is he doing still writing smut at his big age 😭

Very sociable, lead singer of the family band, studying music, trouble maker™️, loves her beauty sleep

Not afraid to try new makeup looks

Still lives at home and will toss herself at the foot of her parents bed to vent because they usually have great advice and she has a lot of thoughts. Doesn’t matter if they were cuddling or reading, they made her have to live in this world, so they can hear about the bullshit

Tried to help her mom with gardening, but has no green thumb. She’s distraught over the basil plant she killed.

Her mother and father help make her stage dresses. They sort of learned how to sew for the kids Halloween costumes and found that it was fun/cheaper to make Chiha’s dresses

Makes Naruto sleep on the floor or he has to take Sasuke’s room when she stays at his place. She woke up to Shisui sipping coffee and watching the sunrise once when she was sleeping on the coach. That scared her half to death, so nope. No more living room crashing for her.

Likes going to “uncle” Kakashi’s because of the dogs. Actually their dog walker sometimes as it gives her scary dog privilege

Also “uncle” Obito lets her drive his Polaris Slingshot around the block (and only around the block, no speeding kid) and “auntie” Rin lets her borrow some of her mini dresses for going out.

Kakashi still can’t decide who was the worse kid to babysit as a teen, Naruto or Chiha

Makes faces even when she thinks she isn’t and hates when people point it out. Like, it’s not her fault she can’t hide her emotions 💀

Really likes chocolates and making chocolates

Falls asleep easily during car rides

Invites Naruto to her musicals and recitals because she knows he’ll come and him being there made her less nervous as a child. Now she just expects him to be there and will probably be a little mad if he wasn’t.

[baixueagain]

Hiiii do you have personal opinions on why goro would have a hannya tattoo? I find this to be a super interesting choice of his since a hannya is a demon but its like, a jealous woman, so not really what a macho guy would pick imo even tho it is scary looking. most analysis of his tattoo kinda glosses over what a hannya is and just describes it as a gender non specific tormented demon but its undeniably a jealousy demon and supposed to be a woman

Okay I'm going to try (TRY) to keep this from getting overly long or anything. I'd also like to give a disclaimer that while I've read a good amount of material on Japanese culture, mythology, and history in my life, I'm far from an expert on it, so I may get a few things wrong here, especially since I'm not familiar with Noh, which is where the Hannya mask/archetype really took shape.

So the Hannya is most prominently known in Noh plays as the malevolent ghost/demon of a jealous woman. However, the important thing to remember about symbolism here is that symbols are rarely in a 1:1 correlation with their bearer; rather, symbols evoke clusters of meanings that tie into what we know about the context of where it's being used and what we associate with the symbol itself. In this case, the Hannya's symbolic context is Majima: his life, his past, and his personality.

Meanwhile, the emotions associated with the Hannya include jealousy, but also rage, sorrow, pain, and frenzy. It's a very passionate and vengeful figure as well. All these things are certainly present in Majima, but they are also things he also inflicts on others (sometimes on purpose, sometimes not). One of the more important tricks to a Hannya mask is that when it is facing you straight on, it's snarling, but when downturned it appears to be sobbing. This, too, can be seen in Majima's Mad Dog persona that he's carefully built to conceal a great deal of inner suffering. It is, much like Majima himself, a dualistic figure that is both threatening and tragic: we empathise with her pain even as we fear what she is capable of doing to others in her destructive passions.

Personally I think it's fitting that Majima is associated with a highly feminine oni, because I would argue that he's not actually a very macho character at all. He's highly dangerous, yes, and in his Mad Dog persona he's full of braggadocio, but again, he's an incredibly dualistic figure compared to more "traditional" masculinity of other Yakuza characters like Kiryu, Saejima, Ryuji, and so on.

Majima is consistently associated with femininity throughout the series, with his arcs in many of the games being closely tied to female characters as well as his background of being intimately involved with traditionally feminine occupations (ones that are, for that matter, highly sexually charged). He also openly plays with gender himself on multiple occasions, dressing in full drag as Goromi and doing a pole dance for Kiryu. Hell, I'd even argue that his final boss fight in Kiwami even reflects his ties to women's sex work, as it takes place in quite literally the biggest, fanciest brothel in town. And yet (outside perhaps of one occasion) there's no sense that he's a man exploiting these women from the outside: rather, his involvement in women's sex work only seems to have given him a sense of commonality with them and a deep, extremely personal understanding of the intricacies and complications of being a sex worker.

I'm not saying Majima is meant to be read as trans or non-binary (though if that's your headcanon, go for it!), but he is most definitely gender non-conforming in a lot of ways (especially for a yakuza!) and that changeability in his nature ties pretty well into the Hannya and its changeable, dualistic nature.

Anyway this isn't as thorough as I'd like as I'm pretty tired today, but I hope this was a satisfactory answer!

[snuggetfish]

Snugget’s Masterlist

Long overdue, but here it is! All asks and fics are for RGG/Yakuza because this is a single-focus obsession blog (♡˙︶˙♡)

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Majima Goro

Asks

Relationship asks:

The kind of lover he’d be

57-year-old Majima developing feelings for someone

Reacting to a partner who’s even more violent than him

With an equally “crazy” partner

Meeting girlfriend’s family

Proposing to his partner

Dancing with a partner

His dynamic with a male partner

Poly relationship with Saejima and female partner

With an inexperienced, body conscious female partner

With a depressed suicidal partner (tw: depression, suicidal thoughts)

With a partner who self-harms (tw: self-harm)

His ideal partner’s personality - pt. 1

His ideal partner’s personality - pt. 2

Y0!Majima with a hostess who’s also in debt to the clan

The type of job his ideal partner would have

Falling in love with someone hired as the Majima Family nurse/doctor

With a partner who’s fascinated by traumatic injuries

Reacting to a girlfriend with tattoos all over her body

Silenced with a kiss by his crush

Dating Nishitani’s daughter - pt. 1

Dating Nishitani’s daughter - pt. 2

Reacting to a partner who accidentally hurts him

Reacting to a partner who’s a street racer

Reacting to a sudden burst of affection from his partner

How public he’d make his relationship

Baseball date

Karaoke date

Taking care of a sick partner (and catching it too)

Partner knitting him something cozy

Giving one of his gold chains to his partner

Adopting some of his partner’s quirks

Comforting a partner who bottles up their feelings

Comforting his partner post-nightmare

With a partner whose birthday wish if for him to take better care of himself

Noticing he’s gaining a little weight from his partner’s cooking

Getting a dog in order to stay active

Reacting to his partner suggesting they fake their death and move to another country - pt. 1

Reacting to his partner suggesting they fake their death and move to another country - pt. 2

Rural life Majima

Assorted Majima relationship headcanons

Discussion on his relationship with Makoto

NSFW and suggestive asks:

Getting a shave from his partner (suggestive)

With a partner who’s a dominatrix (suggestive)

Pillow talk headcanons (suggestive)

Would he be into squirting (NSFW)

General asks:

General headcanons

The kind of torture he endured in the Hole (tw: torture, sexual assault)

Having a very close friend and trusted confidant

His relationship to Haruka

Hair dye HCs

Reacting to a birthday surprise

Paying a suprise visit to the orphanage in Okinawa

Majima and modern technology (ft. Kiryu, Saejima and Ichiban)

Analysis of Majima’s loneliness 

Analysis of his role in the Y5 finale

Okita vs. Majima discussion

Young Majima getting his tattoo started (ft. Saejima)

More tattoo speculation

Thoughts on his potential lack of depth perception

Does he ever get tired of keeping up the facade?

Discussion on Majima’s handedness: pt 1, pt 2

Dad!Majima asks:

General family headcanons

Assorted Dadjima headcanons

Foster parent Majima

Happy crying headcanons

Naming his child 

Getting a birthday gift from his kid

Keeping every birthday gift his kid has given him over the years

Answering the classic “where do babies come from?”

His daughter “enhacing” his tattoo with markers

...as well as his eyepatch

Majima’s daughter meeting Saejima for the first time

Taking his polite little daughter to the construction site for the day

Nishida and Minami babysitting his daughter

Dealing with his daughter’s friend who’s got a crush on him

Reacting to his daughter getting kidnapped

His kid being possessive over dad

His son developing a crush on Haruka

Majima and modern technology (ft. child)

Comforting his child at various stages in their life

Milestones in his child’s life, from baby to adult parent (so, Grandadjima)

Reacting to daughter coming out to him

Meeting his adult daughter’s partner

Majima’s child learning about his troubled past

Having a child who is his opposite, personality and goal-wise

His daughter having trouble adapting to a post-yakuza life

Becoming a father figure to his personal assistant

Dadjima + partner asks:

Partner bringing home an abandoned baby

Differences in parenting styles between him and his partner

Majima and his partner being the cool uncle/aunt to Kiryu’s kids - pt. 1

Majima and his partner being the cool uncle/aunt to Kiryu’s kids - pt. 2

Pregnant partner headcanons - pt. 1

Pregnant partner headcanons - pt. 2

Reacting to a partner that’s infertile

Dadjima and spouse headcanons (NSFW)

Fics

Mini-fic: cooking together

Mini-fic: wedding day

Mini-fic: Dadjima tea party

Everywhere and All at Once - Majima/Reader series (on AO3):

Shades of Pink - Goromi/Reader

Mask of Madness - Y1!Majima/Reader (NSFW)

A Night Like No Other

Law of Attraction - Y1!Majima/Reader (NSFW)

Remembrance - Y0!Majima/Reader

Blood In the Water - Goromi/Reader (NSFW)

Silver Linings - Y2!Majima/Reader

Reverie in Black and Red

Snow Angels - Y4!Majima/Reader

Let It Shine

Sign My Own Surrender - DeadSouls!Majima/Reader

Beyond Help - Y0!Majima/Reader

Saejima Taiga

Asks

His ideal partner’s personality

Saejima with a younger partner

Fics

Earn your Stripes - 1986!Saejima/Reader (NSFW)

Extra: Majima and Saejima with short girlfriends

Kiryu Kazuma

Asks

The kind of lover he’d be

With an ex-mafia partner

Proposing to his partner

Comforting his partner post-nightmare

Kiryu with a pregnant partner

Analysis of his apparent selfishness

Fics

Nightingale

Kasuga Ichiban

Asks

His ideal partner’s personality

Nishikiyama Akira

Asks

Top vs. bottom partner

Analysis of Nishiki in Y1

Post-Y1 ‘what if’ scenario

Nishiki’s grooming routine

DoJima Daigo

Asks

His ideal partner

General headcanons

With a little sister

Dating K2!Daigo

Minami Daisaku

Asks

Minami’s age

Sucking up to Majima’s girlfriend

Fics

All that Glitters

Others

Kiryu, Akiyama and Majima with a little sister figure

[i-did]

Do you know when the racism and ableism accusations against Nora started? Because back when I was active in 2016/2017 and don't think they were a thing, or were very low-key. Was it something she said or are people just basing it off the things she wrote in the books?

From what I remember, the first time I heard the blanket statement of “Nora is racist/fetishizes gay men” blanket statement was early fall 2019 (which is so ironic for the fandom to say on so many levels lmao). There wasn’t a catalyst or anything, just she went offline 2016 and no new content was coming out and the aftg fandom is such an echo chamber that… an accidental smear campaign happened.

 Before then, I would see occasional “Nora used ableist slur” which… is funny (not that ableism isn’t serious) to me people care more about that than Seth saying the f-slur. IMO this is because with Seth, it clearly shows the character thinking it and not the author who is writing about what will be an end game mlm relationship. 

But anyways! Long story short, it's the fact that she’s an ace/aro woman who wrote a mlm book, and based off of the events in canon. There is no “Nora called me/someone else a slur” it’s “Nora wrote a book where slur(s) are used” and “the Moriyama’s are Japanese.”

Below I put my own opinion on these claims and go into more detail:

CW for discussions of: racism, ableism, mlm fetishization

Fetishization: (and mentions of sexism at the end)

To one question in the EC about her inspo for aftg she jokingly responded how she wanted to write about gay athletes. On other parts of your blog you could see she was a hockey fan and an overall sports fan (anime or otherwise) but I've seen this statement taken out of context and framed as “she's one of those BOYXBOY” shippers. Considering how… well-developed both Andrew and Neil’s relationship is, and it takes them until like the 3rd book and there is a whole complex ass plot going on around, you can see how that's just. Not really true. And considering the fandom is like… 85% women (queer women but still women) and I've gotten into a discussion with someone who is a woman and called Nora a fetishizer and was ignoring my opinions as a mlm, and I really just wanted to say “well what does that make you?” it's a very ironic high horse. She didn’t write 3 all 3 books to put Neil in lingerie pwp or crop-top fem-fatal fashion show, fandom did. 

Also, I talked to an ace/aro friend about this, and she talked to me about how AFTG spoke to her very much so as an ace/aro story. Neil is demisexual, Nora didn’t know of the word at the time of reading it, but she did get an anon asking if Neil was demi after, and she said “had to look it up, and yep, but he doesn't really think about it” (paraphrased). Obviously it would have been cool if andreil were canonly written as wlw by Nora instead, (which would have increased the amount of wlw rep and demi rep) but tbh I don’t think tumblr would have cared about it nearly as much and everyone would just call Neil a cold bitch–like people do with Nora’s other published book with a main character who's a woman. Plus they're her OC’s, not mine. 

The fact is that 50% of all LGBT+ rep in literature is mlm, mostly white mlm, and not written by mlm. I’m not going to hold her to a higher standard than everyone else, she already broke a shit ton of barriers in topics she discusses that otherwise get ignored. I’m grateful to these books for existing even if it's a mlm story written by a woman. I still will prioritize reading mlm written by mlm–and vice versa with wlw– in the way I prioritize reading stories about POC written by POC. But credit where credit is due, this is a very good story, and a very good demi story. 

Ableism:

To me, AFTG is a story about ableism and how we perceive some trauma survivors more worthy than others. Neil and the foxes using ableist language shows how people actually talk. Neil thinks shitty things about Andrew, like the others do too, and thinks he's “psycho”. The story ultimately deconstructs this idea and these perceptions of people. Wymack, someone who says the r-slur (which is still not known by the general population as a slur even in 2021 much less the early 2000s when the book was beginning to be written and what the timeline is based off of) is a character who understands Andrew better than most of the others do, and gives him the most sympathy and understanding despite using words like the m-slur and r-slur. Using these words isn't good, but it is how people talk, and this character talks. Wymack is a playful “name caller” especially when he’s mad, the foxes think Andrew is “crazy” and incapable of humanity and love because of it. They call his meds “antipsychotics” as an assumption and insult in a derogatory way, when really antipsychotics are a very helpful drug for some people who need them. Even Neil thinks these things about Andrew until he learns to care about him. All the foxes are hypocritical to am extent, as people in real life tend to be. Nora herself doesn’t use these or tweet them or something, her characters do to show aspects of their personality and opinions and how they change over time.

Racism:

As for the racism, I've seen people talk about how racial minorities being antagonists is inherently bad, which I think lacks nuance but overall isn't a harmful statement or belief. However, Nora herself said she wrote in the yakuza instead of another gang or mob because she was inspired for AFTG by sports anime, (which often queer-bait for a variety of reasons). I haven’t seen a textual analysis acknowledging the racist undertones surrounding the Moriyama’s as the few characters of color who are also major antagonists, but instead just “Nora is racist”. Wymack having shitty flame tribal tattoo’s is just… a huge 90’s thing and a part of his character design. Her having a character with bad taste in tattoo trends doesn’t mean she's racist. There is the whole how Nicky is handled thing, but that's a whole thing on it’s own. The fandom… really will write Nicky being all “ai ai muy spicy, jaja imma hit on my white–not annoying like me–boyfriend in Spanish. With my booty hole out and open for him ofc.” and as a Mexican mlm I’m like … damn alright. 

I think there is merit to the fact that she writes white as the default* and unless otherwise stated a POC a character was written with the intent to be white is another valid criticism, as well as the fact that the cast is largely white, but everything Nora is accused of I've seen the fandom do worse. That goes to the debate of, is actively writing stereotypes for POC more harmful than no representation at all? And personally I prefer the lack of established race line that lets me ignore Nora’s canon intent of characters to be white and come up with my own HC’s over the fandoms depictions of “zen monk Renee with dark past” “black best friend Matt who got over drugs but is a puppy dog” “ex stripper black Dan who dates Matt” vague tokenism. I HC many of the upperclassmen as POC and do my best to actively give thought behind it and have their own arcs that also avoids the fandom colorism spectrum of “darkest characters we HC go to the back and fandom favorites are in the front and are the lightest.” 

*I however won't criticize her harsher or more than… everyone else who still largely does this in fanfiction regarding AFTG as well as literature in general. This isn't a Nora thing, it's a societal thing, and considering the books came out in like 2014 I'm not gonna hold her to a higher standard than the rest of the world. She's just someone who wrote her personal OC’s and self-published expecting no following. I don’t know her race and I’m not gonna hold her to a higher standard than everyone else just because. 

The criticisms I've seen have always been… ironic IMO, and clearly I have a lot of thoughts on it. I think most people say those things about Nora because they heard them, and it's the woke thing to say and do and don’t critically analyze their actions or anything, but just accept them. 

[1waizumihajime]

kazunari, the mankai company's resident social media specialist ("kazunari that's not your title, we're not paying you for this" "...anyways"), in an attempt to boost the company's social media presence, has mandated that all members must maintain their own instablam page! here is autumn troupe's attempt.

taichi: he already had an account so he's a bit bitter that he has less followers than some of the new accounts. his aesthetic is much like his personality- attempts to be cool that are a little reminiscent of 2013 tumblr mixed with bits of his actual likable personality! and dogs. lots of dogs. shut up yuki.

omi: a wholesome cutie! he originally created his account as a photography portfolio but now it functions as a mix of stuff he likes! it's mostly food, sports photography, ft. his life as a college student. this would all be fine if he didn't repost pinterest images of his dream kitchen and tag sakyo in every single one. ("it's not in the budget!" "if i don't get double wall ovens installed in the next two weeks i'm going on strike.")

banri: already had an account, got a bunch of of followers with minimal effort (as usual), and stopped using it because it got boring. he was pretty content just posting once every two weeks or whatever to keep kazunari off his back but then he saw juza's follower count grow and surpass his own. no doubt about it, this means war. banri's weapon of choice? thirst traps. ("that punk thinks he can beat me? always starting shit, i can't believe his nerve...he's going down." "...uh, banny? you know he doesn't even...you know what? nevermind.")

juza: has no idea what's going on. kazunari had to create the account for him. tsuzuru had to change the ridiculous username kazunari set. omi took his profile photo. it takes a village. since juza is the living definition of Trying His Best™ he took kazunari's advice to heart: post what you love. juza loves sweets, but he's trying to keep that a secret (no one has the heart to tell him that hasn't been a secret for a long time). hence, the cafe aesthetic. close to dessert without exposing his sweet tooth. it's perfect. a little too perfect. without realizing it, he's become the new source of cafe aesthetic and boyfriend photos for aesthetic posts on tumblr. ahem. juza doesn't really get it but he's happy to be doing well for the sake of the company. he is a little confused about one feature though ("hey kazunari? i've been getting these notifications that banri just liked a bunch of my posts from a few weeks ago? but then when i click the post the like disappears. is it a bug or something?" "...i'll talk to him.") (subtext: banri is bad at one thing: social media stalking)

sakyo: was forced to make an account (kazunari followed him around, not leaving a foot of space in between them for two days. sakyo's thinking of recruiting him to the yakuza as a torture device.) his aesthetic is very ~dark academia~ with a little grunge mixed in. ("where are you even getting the european gothic architecture photos? we live in japan"). the director and omi are very concerned with his more risqué photos, showing tattoos and smoking and the like. ("don't you know that kids follow us? you're supposed to be the adult here!!!") sakyo doesn't care. he's trying to get his account shut down within the month, or he'll be forced to take far more drastic measures.

azami: already had an account, but changed the username once the mankai company started opening their individual accounts. he refuses to acknowledge his inspiration. azami's account is flourishing, gaining followers by the day. while it used to just be makeup photos, he's branched into fashion and ~aesthetic~ type photos. the cigarette photo caused an ordeal in the dorms ("see sakyo!!! you're corrupting the babies!!!" "i'm not a baby!" this goes without response.) azami is the reason that all of the students have to sit through a two hour anti smoking lecture. none of them smoke.

[doog20]

Madness, Atonement and Love

Content Warning: Yakuza 0 to LaD spoilers Content Warning: i jump between Yakuza 0 and 4 plot remember that there is a time difference between the events

Majima is the best way to explain yakuza, its very funny one minute, hahaha funny face man does break dancing as a fighting style, and the next moment he is face with the decision to either kill an innocent woman to get back to the world he has been dying to live in again or let her live and live a life of hiding and protecting her from those that set you out to kill here. Majima has so many layers, that are all centred around one core theme, his sworn brother Taiga Saejima or his kyoudai. Majima on his own is amazing but he gets better when he is whole...

Saejima is hands down one of my fav characters in yakuza, his arc throughout the games is just brilliant but i especially like his first game, at first you think he is a cold no nonsense killer convicted for killing 18 people making him a legend in the yakuza world (and they say yakuza is a silly game ahaha... they dont know shit) many years after the events of yakuza 0 Saejima breaks out with his new friend Hamazaki (who i may write a blog post later) once he is out Hamazaki is shot and we presume he is dead. now Saejima is on the run to look for his kyoudai for answers, he may have to kill majima or maybe he doesnt...

AAAAAA man Makoto is so interesting, a blind woman who falls for a Yakuza, a yakuza she doesnt know the name of. he is this mysterious protector figure who always looks out for here and the people around her to the best of his ability. to her she is not the yakuza with the tattoo on his back, instead he is him, simply a man she loves, she knows that he is a man that is there to protect her from something, something bigger than the both of them, a yakuza war over a bit of land... land that is owned by none other than Makimura Makoto.

Jumping back to Majima for a moment, his chemistry with Makoto (the woman he is meant to kill) is brilliant, at first i thought it was a protective fatherly thing, but slowly it became obvious it was a... ahem thing... yeah slowly he is falling in love while this woman has never seen his face or heard his name bc she was traumatised to the point of mental blindless. as they fall in love it becomes clearer and clearer that the lives they must live are very different. bc of the this and the fact that Makoto gets shot by the Tojo Clan for (yakuza 0 plot reasons) Majima goes fucking insane, instead of this calm and collected character we met in The Grand we get this fucking love sick man (heh reminded me of BlackPink but i digress) who just wants to avenge the only one who he truly loved (sorta yakuza 5)... and this is the birth of The Mad Dog of Shimano. man the scenes leading up to his break made me so angry i was fully for Majima going mad dog on the cunts, it felt so good beating the shit out of some of them in the finale and it felt bittersweet for some... man Awano, but thats a talk for another day.

Jumping back to Saejima, after breaking out he washes ashore of a small island nation by the name of Okinawa, fans of the series know this place as the home of Kiryu and his orphanage. soon someone stumbles upon Saejima and takes him in, the person is of course Haruka Sawamura (the daughter of Kiryu). Saejima regains his consciousness and chats for a bit with Haruka, but then ummm... yeah ummm... i dont really want to type out what happened next, so lets just say that Saejima hasnt seen a woman in a long time (jesus i hate this scene and i am not defending it i am just trying to put it as nicely as possible). soon, in comes Kiryu who very quickly sees what happened and and realises who Saejima is, bc who wouldnt, but as they get to talking Saejima makes up a fake name and Kiryu goes along with it. blah blah storyy Majima sadness

AAAAAAAANND they fight. Kiryu fights in yakuza games (where you fight against him) always put the fear of a thousand suns inside you, they are so good at making you be like "OH SHIT i know that move" and then "Oh god i dont know that move what the fuck Kiryu a fucking beast" the fight ends and Saejima "wins" bc before he can finish Kiryu off Haruka comes in and has to be the voice of logic and reason, all things that sissies worry about, and she stops the fight...

now skipping way way way ahead to going to meet Majima you go to see him fight his lackies and then he comes down from the stairs, and for a man that rarely ever emotes you can see how happy Saejima is even through his tough face. Majima and Saejima walk to the batting cages for their fight, they talk about why Saejima is there and what is going to happen, its clear Majima isnt gonna go down without kicking, bc in his mind it would be disrespectful to Saejima if he didnt give him a show, in any case, it could be Majima's last.

its so amazing doing this fight, bc its been built up since fucking yakuza 0 and when you do it you are just like "YEAAHHHH HIT HIM HARDER WOOOOOO" and when its over you are brought back to the earth and you have to think, at what cost? this reuniting scene is one of the best, its so sad and so exciting, all you can think leading up to it is how it went for Kiryu and Nishikiyama, its just very well done.

The 2 chat for a bit and Saejima asks about the eyepatch Majima explains why he didnt show when they where supposed to do the hit, the very same hit that landed Saejima in jail. the reason being he was taken hostage by one of the family heads, and he explains that bc he gave them such hell the only way to shut him up was to take one of his eyes, Saejima laughs, now its clear, the kyoudais are back together and stronger than ever.

it is very very clear to me that Saejima and Majima are 2 parts of a greater whole, there is no Majima without Saejima and there is not Saejima without Majima. its beautiful how the insanity of Majima and the stoicism of Saejima mix so well, i think its beautifully shown in the Yakuza LaD scene when they do their attack, that gif is just brilliant at showing how they compliment each other haha. (sorry couldnt find the gif)

Majima and Saejima show us some people are worth it and even if they are worth it, sometimes the best call is to let them go, i of course have to finish what i started. awhile after Majima takes out the Tojo Clan, he goes on a walk, finally free from everything... and he sees her, there she is happy and she looks him dead in the eye (NO THE PUNS TODAY AAAAAAA) and doesnt see him for the protector she once did when she was blind, now seeing him as a flashy yakuza with a tattoo on his back, Majima doesnt speak knowing she would recognise the voice. soon, a man who looks like her boyfriend comes and says "Hey is this man worrying you" and in one swift move Majima takes him and talk to him heart to heart, asking "do you love her" and "will you look after her", the boyfriend is very confused and a bit scared, after all a yakuza with one eye is grabbing him talking in a very scary tone. the man answers yes and Majima walks away into the crowd, Makoto trails him with her eyes until there is nothing to see and she goes on with her life....

to be continued... ->

yeah sometimes when you love someone so much, the only okay thing to do is to let them go bc you know you would only bring them more pain if you stayed together... in a way, it would be selfish, robbing them of a normal life. this is exactly how Majima at this point sees it, and i respect him for it, maybe in the future they will meet again, and maybe just MAYBE, they will finally get proper closure that they deserve, but until then i will say goodbye and thanks for taking time out of your life to read my stupid little essay

[hog-wif]

Got bored so I wrote a bunch of noir lady introductions for guys, some are better than others, but they all make me giggle at least a bit

He walked into my office wearing a shirt that hugged him so tight it was clearly making up for something

He burst into my office with a torrent of colors, squawks and the fluttering handkerchiefs that made the neighborhood cats sit at attention

I lifted my eyes from the paper and saw a pair of legs long enough to reach the stars, and with as many sequins as he was wearing they didn't have to reach far

I turned and bumped into what was more of a wall than a man; with a jawline so broad he could cry the Mississippi and muscles so firm I was tempted to bounce a quarter off them before he clobbered me

He had a look in his eye that said the the pecking order was clear, and he knew where I belonged: below him

A door opened and I saw proof of what I already knew: Lizzy wasn't a fool. She'd brought an armed gunman, and it only took one look at his pair of cannons to know i didn't stand a chance. Pistol didn't help things either

To be frank with his height and shocking red hair he tended to put people in mind of a leprechaun; except he was about three times more likely to gut you in an alley.*  It was a hard look to pull of, but he did it well; in fact if you believe the rumors he did it so well half the neighborhood has pulled it off him.

Thing was I'd heard of him before: standard greaser type, angry at the world, likes going to dance halls when he can, but seeing him there with his kid sister on his lap... Well there's certain things a man can't help, and I came to a decision that would have been unthinkable last week: I'm going to help him get away with a murder

I peeled my face away from it's emergency meeting with the floor and turned to where someone had spoke in my defence. He turned and smiled at me when I moved and for the first time since the war: I thought kindly about god

I caught up with him in a tattoo parlor on the south side. Turns out his ancestors were the Yakuza type and he wanted to keep it alive with a sleeve, but I couldn't make out much as he explained the meaning to me. A couple of fish. An ugly dog. Incredibly lickable nipples.

[ambertaijiya]

CUB ° IN º THE º WEB | YAKUZA AU

Name

Kohaku Tora (琥珀 º 虎)

Age

14 years old

Role

Kanna’s Babysitter | Errands Boy

Involvement

Kohaku became involved with the Yakuza, more specifically with Naraku’s gang, after his and Sango’s ( @dokusedai​ ) debt rolled over to his sister following their father’s death. Kohaku intended to ease up the burden on Sango’s shoulders and thus was entrusted with constantly watching Kanna ( @mirrcrled​ ), the gang’s ‘Silent Doll’, wherever she goes, he goes, whatever she wants, he gets it. Occasionally Naraku sends him on errands although for now they do not involve any killing, sometimes he crosses paths with Hakudoshi to help him out clean the mess when it is too big for one person alone to handle.

Unknown to Kohaku, his elder sister has also made a deal with Naraku for the same reason he made one with the leader; he has no idea Sango has become Naraku’s “Attack Dog”. 

He is very often called Cub and that is due to him literally being the most “innocent” of the group because so far he hasn’t killed anyone.

Appearance 

Kohaku has got dark brown hair which is tied up in a high ponytail, when its let down it falls around his shoulders. His skin is slightly tanned, his brown eyes are big and round, giving away the innocence he still has left in him even though he has seen quite a lot.

In terms of clothing, Kohaku wears quite simple clothing, a green and yellow t-shirt and light colored pants.

Personality

Before making the deal with Naraku, Kohaku was kindhearted young boy who truly believed he could help out what was left of his family. He is quite naive and easily trusted the words of the Yakuza gang leader, believing his sister is free from their father’s debt and out there living her best life.

Even though his role is mostly to babysit Kanna, Kohaku has seen quite a lot (i.e: bodies, slaughtering) without battering an eye, he had to learn to swallow the nauseous feeling he got in his stomach at the sight of such horrible things.

Family

Chikako Tora (Mother; Deceased)

Nihongo Tora (Father; Deceased)

Sango Tora (Older Sister)

Backstory

His mother, Chikako, got extremely ill after giving birth to him. For this reason, his father got himself involved with Naraku’s gang so that he could buy the medicine needed for his wife. The debts, however, continued pilling up even after Chikako passed away. Kohaku always felt responsible for this situation, believing that if it weren’t for his birth, his mother would still be alive and his father wouldn’t have indebted himself.

After learning of his family’s debt, Kohaku decided to go make a deal with Naraku so that he could spare his sister from it. The leader agreed but unknown to both siblings, Naraku is actually manipulating both of them and both work under him. The two haven’t crossed paths ever since they made the deal with Kagewaki and believe the other is free as a bird.

Despite all this, Kohaku still goes to school like a normal fourteen year old but adds taking care of Kanna to his tasks of the day. This essentially includes picking her up at school, tending to every single of her whims, do everything she asks him to. Sometimes, Kohaku is ordered to run errands which include helping out Hakudoshi cleaning up the mess when it is too much. The first time that happened, Kohaku threw up a lot of times due to the immense sight of blood and Hakudoshi ended up cleaning everything by himself.

For this reason and others, Kohaku gains the nickname Cub.

Misc

Kohaku is very much the most innocent member of Naraku’s group as for now he hasn’t killed anyone.

He only has a single tattoo and that is the customary spider tattoo that members from Naraku’s gang have. His is situated on his shoulder.

Despite everything going on in his life, Kohaku is a very good student. Currently though, he doesn’t have any ‘dream job’ but for sure dreams of something where he can be with his sister and both free of their father’s debt.

[nevermore-ocs]

Infuriating (Oni x Spades)

Author’s note: WHEWWWWWWWWW ONE OF MY LONGEST SINGLE PART FICS IN A LONG ASS TIME, I AM BACK MY GIRLS, MY GUYS, MY THEYS- 10.2K words, featuring my OC, Oni, and my awesome, awesome friend’s, @flowerthornsart, OC, Spades-THIS FIC IS VERY NSFW, NSFT, AND ALSO RIDICULOUSLY CUTE AND SWEET SO PREPARE YOUR HEARTS AND ENJOY-

"You know you don't have to keep trying to call him, right?"  The voice of one of Spades' runners cut through the thick tension in her office. Being abruptly torn out of her thoughts, she felt the weight of her phone return in her hand. She was going at this for longer than she realized. It was supposed to be just one phone call to see if he would even bother to talk to her, but she had felt like he took one look at his phone and saw her name and refused to pick it up. "Boss, Oni is a bastard, okay? You were obviously in the right during that whole argument-" Spades' eyes snapped onto the runner, silencing him almost immediately. "I'd watch your words if I were you." Her voice was low and drenched with a thick layer of venom. "And if you clearly couldn't tell, I'm busy, so get out." She pointed at the door, "Now." The moment the word left her lips, the runner turned and practically ran out due to the growing fear. Spades being angry was something that only a few people could handle. Right now, she was trying to call the number one person who barely even flinched when the demon was fuming. Taking in a deep breath through her nose and letting it out through her mouth, she pressed the same number on speed dial and raised the phone to her ear again.

It rang once. Twice. Three times. And to voicemail once again. There wasn't even a message. There was just that beep, and she was sure the phone picked up her disappointed sigh, but after getting that out of the way, she cleared her throat and tried to sound like her usual self to her best abilities. "Hi Oni, it's me again. I was um, wondering if you were gonna pick up or not, or if you got my other messages or anything just, call me back whenever you can, okay?" She tried to ignore the tear that cascaded down her cheek. "Please, Sora. I'm sorry for what I said. Please." She couldn't believe that came out of her mouth, how sensitive she was, that she was crying even. However, that little grain of hopefulness disappeared when he didn't pick up or answer after that message, so she hung up and set her phone back down on the desktop, face down. Sniffling, she reached up with a coat sleeve and wiped any tears that threatened to spill out of her eyes, it was so difficult to not just start sobbing. Sure, she was used to the occasional, playful ignoring from him, the kind that gets Spades' to smack the back of Oni's head to get his attention all over again, like he was a big dog that needed to go through intense obedient school. Three times in a row if that was possible. But it was never...this. Just silence from Oni. Oni, the man whose mouth was as massive as his skyscraper, towering ego, every time where she shouted at the man to shut him up, was rushing back in her head and she was regretting it every time she spat those two words at him. She was aware that they bickered and shouted at each other until they both were sore in their throats. But, the latest argument replayed in her head at full volume and high-definition, she screamed at him, said things that she shouldn't have and as she saw Oni's half-covered face, the image of the restrained hurt in his eyes burned in her mind and stayed there, like a punishment for what she said. She sat there, in quiet stillness, her breath was quivering behind her palm pressed against her mouth, and her eyes screwed shut tight. The argument played in her head. She remembered all of it.

"I can't believe you were that stupid!" Pacing back in forth in front of her car, Oni leaned against the side of the hood, unbothered by her usual lashing of his work. "Stupid?? Hey, I did what the fuck you pay me for, Yotsume, that motherfucker was gonna shoot you!" Oni raising his voice equaled her raising hers in return, and she stomped right up to him and practically shoved against his chest, she was livid. "You don't know that!" She rebutted, "He was going for his fuckin' gun! Are you dumb?!" He stood up and stomped closer to her, he wasn't gonna back down from her, he's never done that before no matter how pissed she was at him, however, it was a little unnerving that him standing up for himself only pissed her off even more. She wanted him to see that he was the only one in the wrong the entire time. Growling with a raised and flicking tail behind her, she spat at him again, "You were overconfident, cocky, loud-mouthed and you thought you could do everything!! You didn't read the situation right, you didn't think about the consequences of your actions, like fucking usual with you, No-Face!!" She groaned out loudly, and the next words, she was so angry, her head clouded with rage and she just wasn't thinking clearly at all. The words built up and slung out quicker than she thought, and now, intended. "I should have never hired you in the first place!! You loud, obnoxious, infuriating, waste of a hitman and lousy, washed up Yakuza!!" As her yelling came to an end, it was so tense. Silent despite distant sirens, her panting, and the soft creaking of metal due to the runners at the opposing car standing up and away from the vehicle to stare at them both with shock. Oni was stunned, he stood there, unmoving, his eyes were wide and how his hands twitched at his sides, he was trying to hold back a lot. "You know what?" There was a soft waver to his voice before it got quickly replaced with growing, burning anger. He stepped up to her, his palm pushing her away from him, "Fuck you, fuck you and your stupid little gun-running gang, you hear me?! I don't fucking need this! I'm going home!" Oni's tattoos were glowed and pulsed a vibrant, blazing red. The red vapor steadily poured out of the gaps in between the mask and the resin fangs of it. His ruby orbs bore holes into hers and practically into her soul. "Why, so you can go off and cry?! Run away from what's your fault?! Oh, what a shocker!" As if the wound wasn't torn open enough, Spades poured another mound of salt into it and let it fester. "And I won't have to listen to your fuckin' whinin' and complainin', you mega-bitch!!" The red-vapor seeped out of his mask at an alarming rate, it overtook him and swirled around him in a vortex, tornado-like manner, and when the dense vapor dissipated, he was gone without a single trance.

It's been three days ever since that encounter after that mission had gone bad, and Spades, couldn't contact him at all. Every time she called him, it was directed to his voicemail either right away or he just let it rung, and there was even the occurrence of Spades and one of her runners driving by his apartment to only be let down with the fact that he wasn't there every time they showed up. He was beyond mad, beyond angry, and thinking about that whole fight in between them, who could blame him? The things that she said, she was regretting every word that came out of her mouth, she pleaded to herself, wanting to take back every syllable that ran out of her mouth with no abandon. She was actually...sorry, she seldom this sensitive with anyone, let alone someone she hired but Oni, he was different. As much as he annoyed her to no end, she always found herself safe around him, smiling, laughing, them messing around with one another, whether it'd be flicking their ears, pulling tails, stepping on coats, or zinging each other enough to fill books with the bevy nicknames they had for each other. He made her happy, and she told him that she wished that she never hired him. "Sora..." His name whispered past her lips without her knowledge but hearing that name ring through her head, she wasn't going to sit there anymore, wallowing in her sadness and regret. Fixing the lapel to her coat, she stood up from her desk in her office and hurried out of it with a plan in mind. Go to Oni's apartment and see him again, if he wasn't there, then she'd wait for him and call him until either one of their phones died. "Boss-whoa, hey where are you going?" Spades, barely glancing at the runner who tried to get her attention, she stepped past him, barely managing to get a look over her shoulder at them, "I'm going to Oni's place, don't follow me, I don't need back-up, I just...I need to talk to him, okay?" She wasn't going to cry in front of them, she was never, ever going to do that but at that moment of telling them her plans and how the images of hers and Oni's fight flooded into her head at an alarming rate, it was damn tempting to. Fishing through her coat pocket when she went outside to the garage, she pulled out a pair of keys and unlocked the driver's side door of the car, and slid herself in, closing and locking the door behind her when she settled herself into the seat. Sliding the key into the ignition, she hesitated for a moment about what could happen. Would he attack her? Did he mean the things that he said back? Did he...never want to see her again? Her hands clenched the steering wheel tightly, she willed the tears back that threatened to spill out and shook her head. No. She was going to make things better. She had to.

As for Oni, he buried deep in his apartment, in his little world. "Hah!!" He let out a grunt when his bandaged hand connected with the roughly ripped punching bag and after that punch, he swiftly followed up with a knee to the side. "There is a thing as over-training, Sora." His Deity's sentient voice infiltrated his mind, something that he was used to but right now, he didn't appreciate the intrusion. "And you think I give a shit?" Panting, he managed to shoot that back before turning on his heel and he roundhouse kicked the bag with a powerful amount of force, the bag swinging around on its steel chain in a messy circle after the contact. "I can tell you're doing this to ignore what's going on. Three days," The Deity's red vapor entered through every crevice of his training room, however, Oni didn't even bother to look up as the Deity manifested into his huge, towering, demonic form. He placed a clawed hand on the punching bag, halting it in place. "Isn't that enough?" He questioned, only to get a scoff from Oni, "Bold of you to fucking think she even wants to talk to me," the Deity's stance against the punching bag barely moved at Oni's hostility. He's been with the assassin for years that he's grown accustomed to it and not to mention, he should have expected it, this fight in between him and Spades was an extremely touchy and sensitive one where both of them were facing the repercussions of the whole situation, Oni was mad and seeing the several upon several messages that Spades was leaving on his phone, voicemail or text message alike, he could tell that Spades was sad about everything and what she said. "She's been trying to. You've been ignoring her, Sora, she's been leaving messages for you the entire time." Letting himself disappear and traveling in a dense, vapory form, he slid out through the opening at the bottom of the door and went back into Oni's room. He scooped up his phone and went back to the training room where Oni, albeit impatiently, was waiting for the Deity's return and when he came through the door, the Deity formed himself back into his demonic form and tossed Oni his phone with one hand. Catching it in mid-air, he read the words on the front of it. 10 texts unread, 15 calls missed, and 5 voicemails. "W-What?" Oni almost didn't believe his Deity at what he said prior but seeing the evidence on his phone, staring him straight in the face. It was starting to loom over him, that growing dread of what's happened. "They, heh, they're not that serious come on," Oni glanced at the Deity, watching how his expression softened and his eyes cascaded downwards onto the floor for a moment before finally locking eyes with Oni again. "Listen to them." His voice, despite ordering him in a way, was tender, softer, parenting honestly. After hearing him like that, he knew he had to, plus, a big part in his heart was screaming at him to do this. Spades' never called him or messaged him or anything to get his attention this much, it was like she was desperate to talk to him again. To be fair, the separation was awful for him too, did it get that bad for Spades? Pressing the phone against his ear, he started from the first voicemail and went on:

"Umbra, pick up your phone and stop being a brat, come here, I have a job for you."

"Okay, hahaha, you're not gonna talk to me? How far do you have your foot up your ass, Oni?? Just answer the phone already."

"Oni? Hey, it's been two days now, can we talk, please? I think we need to."

Oni listened, and the increasing amount of desperation that filled her voice was creeping into his heart and shattering it more and more as time passed. When the last one hit his ears, that's when it broke into a million little pieces deep into his chest cavity. How she pleaded like that to hear from him, he could easily tell that she was crying, and then, how she said his name. His real name. He messed up, bad. It dawned on him, quickly, how sad she sounded, and how she denied any tears to come out during that last message. They should have talked, he shouldn't have just kept her out like that like an unwanted animal or something like that. It was just that first day he was so mad and he told himself to ignore anything that came from Spades, he wasn't going to talk to her. He opened up the text messages this time, the constant pleading, the spamming, the hopefulness only to be extinguished by Oni willingly blocking out everything that came from her. "I need to get to her." Standing up, he reached over to his bedside table and slipped his mask onto its usual place on the lower half of his face. "Do you think she's there?" The Deity followed after Oni in his mind, the assassin picked up his coat from the edge of the couch and he hurriedly went up to the door without putting it on yet since he didn't want to waste any time. "She has to be," he placed a hand on the doorknob to his front door, squeezing it, "I hope she is." He turned the silver handle and flung the door open at a fast speed, only to be greeted by Spades standing at the entrance with her hand lifted in a knocking position, literally a second later to the door, she would have knocked. Her eyes wide, so were Oni's, and the opposing colored orbs landed and locked onto one another, "Yotsume?" He questioned and with a soft, somewhat sad chuckle, he smiled thinly at her. "Hey, guess what, I'm alive!" He joked a little, wanting her to smile at him, or just be annoyed at him, anything else other than as sad as she was. God, he could feel it resonate from her, the feeling of it stabbed through his gut multiple times without any resistance or mercy, and to be fair, he deserved all of it. "You're mad-whoa!!" Spades threw herself into Oni's arms and clenched onto him so tight he could feel his lungs being practically crushed. He opened his mouth to say something, only to be interrupted by the unfamiliar sound of Spades quietly sobbing against his chest, her fingers were clenching at the back of his tank-top and gripping the fabric. She didn't plan on letting go at any time soon. Using his tattooed hand to close the door, he hugged her back, not as tight as she was hugging him, however, it was as close as hers. His head leaned down and nestled against hers, and his hands planted themselves right on her form and felt her. It was such a relieving sensation to feel her so close to him again, how her body filled out his palms so perfectly, he missed this, he missed her. Stepping back and feeling the side of the couch against the back of his legs, he maneuvered himself to sit down and he expected her to just sit down next to him, only to be surprised when she rewrapped her arms around his form and placed herself onto his lap firmly. Her body was shivering, twitching with every hard and much-needed sob that wracked through her body, tears were staining both his tank-top and her coat.

"Hey..." Oni started, his voice barely above a whisper, and there was nothing but sweetness evident in his voice. Gently nudging his head against hers so that she'd look into his eyes, even just a little bit, he started to whisper to her softly. "Hey, I'm not mad at you, I promise..." he began. He saw how Spades opened her mouth, possibly to go against those words, but, he gently cupped one of her cheeks with his hand, and he let it rest there. His thumb grazed the top of her cheek, gliding over the grey-tinted skin, and feeling how it was wet there due to her tears. "I won't lie, I was so pissed off about what you said. But, I'm not anymore, I promise, Spades, I could never stay that mad at you." He leaned forward, and let his forehead press against hers, "I mean it."  Hearing Spades let out all of those much-needed cries stabbed him in the heart directly. He shouldn't have ignored her. They should have talked this stupid argument out, that way, neither one of them would have been in as much pain as they were. He reached up with his free hand and both of his hands held her cheeks, and his thumbs wiped away all the tears he touched, "You don't have to cry anymore, Safaia," he whispered, and when he saw those bright, blue orbs again, all four of them, he smiled gently. "There you go, beautiful, it's okay..." he relaxed his hands from her face, and he let them rest on her shoulders, then down to her arms, rubbing and massaging them softly, feeling how tense she was but was relieved to feel her take in a deep, shaky breath and let it out, "Are you okay?" That question might have an obvious answer to some, but he wanted to know above all else if she was okay or not, she's never cried like this before in front of him. Managing a slight nod, Spades sniffled once more, and she gazed up at Oni's face, only to be surprised and left in a slight marvel at the man's uncovered face, she had grown completely used to seeing that mask on the bottom half of his face and his hood up and obscuring the rest of it that seeing him exposed like this, it was surprising, and when she felt her heart starting to pick up, it was much-desired too. She didn't respond to the question right away, but she managed to nod at him, her breathing was softer than before and wasn't hitching as much either. Her eyes, however, couldn't be torn away from his face, taking in how true and tender his orbs were, and the matching softness to his tone made her heart not only more relieved but it made her heart jump too. She felt growing hotness beginning to rise to her cheeks, her heartbeat was loud and ringing throughout her ears, she gulped to herself, then spoke up again.

"Sora?" She breathed out his real name, her hands finding their way up to his tank-top, and she wrapped her hands around the shoulder straps and gripped them tightly. "Yeah? Spades, are you-" his words were cut off when she swiftly tugged him down to her level and she slammed her lips against his in a deep kiss. She felt her whole body tingle, the feel of his frame leaning on hers as his arms wrapped around her felt so relieving. He pulled her in close to his body, the two panting against each other's mouths, "Kiss me again," she rasped out, and Oni did just that. He closed the gap between the two, claiming her mouth again, hungry and intense. She couldn't help the muffled gasp that came from her due to his hands groping her backside and he took two tender handfuls and squeezed, and maneuvered her onto his lap. Realizing where her hands were, she slid them down the front of his body, feeling every bump and groove of his toned torso underneath the fabric of his top, she hooked her digits around the hem of it, and she slid up and over his head, discarding the article of clothing over the edge of the couch. She placed her hands right back onto his broad chest, her fingers digging into his chest ever so slightly as a response to his hands squeezing and rubbing her backside. It was mostly because he just couldn't help himself, her body was perfect to him, his groping and touching were getting the better of him, and it showed when he lifted his right hand and brought it down on her backside in a firm smack. Suppressing a squeal due to their lips locked against one another in a passionate, hungry, and hot kiss, Spades pulled back, blinked, and glanced down at Oni's hand on her backside, then she looked back at him with a raised brow. "Did you just...spank me?" Oni let out a breathy pant and nodded with a smirk that danced its way and planted itself onto his lips, "Yeah, I did, is that okay, Safaia?" He gave a little tilt of his head, and she rolled her eyes at the sight of him, she rested her forehead against his and even nuzzled him too, "Warn me next time!" She moved one of her hands up and snagged the top of one of his ears and pulled playfully, "Ah-hey, hey, hey! Okay, okay, I will!" He laughed, his digits rubbing over the dusted pink area of where his ear was pulled, and he gazed back at Spades to see that mischievous glint in her eyes, she matched it even more with how her tongue was sticking out of her mouth and at him. Leaning in, he chuckled, "You're lucky you're so cute~" He purred, drawing giggles from her and when he got close enough, he captured her lips again in another kiss. His hands, fumbling just a little due to eagerness to see her nude, reached up towards the belt around her waist, and after one or two tries, he unbuckled it. He grabbed her coat's lapel and started to slide the dark fabric off of her shoulders, exposing more of her skin.  He couldn't contain himself, leaning in, he peppered the side of her neck with an onslaught of kisses, and he drove them down to her shoulder, letting a smile slip onto his lips that pressed against her shivering body. She rested her hands on the sides of his firm body, and she let them travel downward to his belt, her digits grazing against the tent in his pants, drawing a muffled, low groan from his chest. "Tease," He mumbled against her skin. Spades pecked the tip of his nose, giggling, "Were you expecting something else?~"

Her palms groped and massaged his covered cock, she felt him twitching at her touches. He longed for this to happen, the number of times, albeit more than he would like to admit, he pictured this happening practically drove a part of him crazy. He almost didn't believe that it was happening, how her hands were roaming all over his lap, feeling him, wrapping her fingers around his tent and gently squeezing, stroking. Spades wasn't in that much of a different boat, the delectable sight of Oni's hooded eyes, his head arching back, and how he bit down on his bottom lip as if he was restricting any noises to emit from him besides the occasional quiet, low, rumble of a groan. "Fuck~" Spades breathily whispered to herself, her hands wrapping around the black leather belt secured around his waist. She unbuckled the metal clasp and slid the belt out from the belt loops and much like the other clothes, other than her coat that laid carefully on the edge of the couch, his belt was discarded to the side to worry about later.  Dragging his zipper down, she pulled the front of his pants and boxers down and watched his hard cock spring up, and stood erect at attention. She let out a surprised, quiet squeak to herself at the sight of his hard length, twitching, and gently leaking pre. "You're a lot bigger than I imagined, Sora," those words left her mouth without even thinking, however, Oni picked them up right away. He laughed and playfully poked her forehead to get her attention, "Hey," retracting back to glare at him, she narrowed her multiple eyes at him. "Ah-what?!" He raised an eyebrow and grinned a sharp-toothed grin. "Bigger than you imagined?~" He repeated back to her in a flirtatious tone, and it made Spades roll her eyes with a growing blush overtaking her cheeks. "Oh, shut up! I bet you've imagined stuff too!" Spades hated how right he was about that, but she smirked when she saw how his face shifted to a deep crimson since he was caught in the same way as her, even his eyes drifted over to the right. "That's what I thought~" She teased. She wrapped her hand around the base of his length, he sucked in a quiet breath at the direct contact instead of through his clothes. She rested her body against his, her hand stroking and pumping his length, and she had her head nestled into the crook of his neck. His eyes rolled back, accompanied by him laying his head against one of the couch's pillows, "Fuck~" The curse breathed out in a mutter that sent shivers through her body, and to make it worse, or better honestly, for him, she peppered the side of his neck with little pecks and kisses and even small nips. She moved her hand upwards and rubbed her thumb against the head of his cock, feeling his pre dribble out and get onto her digit.

"Wait, wait," Oni mumbled through the breathy moans that ran out of his mouth, and the moment she heard that, Spades halted her movements, and retracted her hand back, worry growing in her. "Huh? What's wrong, Sora?" She placed both of her palms lightly against his chest while he sat up fully, his own hands gliding up her thighs, lingering against any exposed skin, then he grabbed her hips tenderly, and led her down to a laying position and he even made sure that her head was laying on one of the couch's pillows. "Nothin's wrong, trust me, Safaia, I just..." She studied his ruby-red orbs, it was like they were shimmering, his gaze was clouded with lust, an unsatiated hunger and she was the main course he was going to dive into. How right she was about that. "I fuckin' wanna taste your pussy~" Then he spoke, and the arousal dripped from his voice practically, and what he said practically shot through her body like an arrow. It made her multiple eyes widen and her jaw drop, it felt like her face was on fire. "G-Geez could you be any cruder about it?!" Despite her snapping back like that, her thighs pressed against one another's at the sheer thought of Oni's head in between her legs, the feel of his tongue burying deep inside of her, tasting her. He leaned up and pressed a sweet, chaste kiss against her forehead. "You love it," he purred, finishing it with a wink. "Oh shut up," she giggled, her hands moving up and her fingers threaded through his jet black hair, "And kiss me properly while you're up here still~" She winked right back at him, and with shared grins, he closed the gap in between them and his lips locked onto hers in a heated exchange, this time, his tongue wasted no time in roaming into her open mouth. Her fingers gripped at the strands of hair at the nape of his neck, pulling a little to match it. That resulted in a deep, muffled groan to be pulled far from his chest, and she swallowed it through the kisses. His hands went up to the waistline of her pants, fumbling for a few moments, but, he unbuttoned the buttons, unzipped the zipper, and pulled the slacks off of her. How quickly and feverishly he did those actions, the arousal radiated off of him like heat, and combined with the gleam in his unnatural eyes, she could read him like a book. She could tell he dreamt of this and wanted it dearly. She was no different, she won't lie, she's envisioned doing this with him more times than she'd like to admit out loud to him. If she did, she'd never hear the end of it.  His hands moved, his digits wrapped around the edges of the hem of her shirt and he carefully pulled it up and over her head, and tossed it to the side. Now, the girl of his dreams laid below him in just a bra and a pair of panties. He took in the sight, how beautiful she looked with her bosom heaving gently in tune with her panting, her grey-tinted skin that he just wanted to trace every inch over with his fingers and leave kisses wherever his mouth could reach. She stunned him, how enamored and in love with him was something he never expected in his entire life. 

Sure, he's had flings before, the life of an assassin can get lonely and companionship was nice, even if it was just for a night, and whoever he was with would find him gone the next morning, that used to be a regular thing. That all changed when Spades hired him. Every time he pulled her tail, every little flick on her forehead, or even a tug on one of her pointed ears, he did it all the time to her, and what was so different about Spades was that she just didn't sit there and take it. She would step on the back of his coat and almost make him fall flat on his back, she'd always have a rebuttal to every nickname he called her, if he snapped at her, she'd snap back. He acted like that annoying tree branch that would continuously tap against one of the glass panes of a bedroom window when the wind blew hard enough. However, she never got rid of him. Their arguing never got so bad that a weapon was pulled on the other. He was pretty positive there must have been one time where he was just so, under her skin, he was like a tick just draining her of blood and sickening her. But they never did. Not even that night before the three grueling days, she screamed at him and he roared back, but still, no claws or teeth were used. Had he honestly fallen in love with her sooner than he expected? "Sora?" Spades' voice, laced with tenderness, dragged him out of his deep thinking. He had to put himself back into his body, his hands sat firmly on the sides of her body. Blinking enough times to put a movie projector's lens to shame, he finally spoke up, and for once, he was at a loss for words. "Shit, sorry, Spades...just, your body..." Spades' eyes softened, her arms unknowingly moved upwards and crossed over her chest when a wave of self-consciousness washed over her due to Oni's misplaced words. "Ah...I can put something back on, Sora, I know this isn't the most...attractive body to have," the moment those words escaped her lips, his eyes record-breakingly snapped back to her under him. He didn't say anything at first, that usually meant he was planning in his head, and planning he did. Reaching over towards the coffee table, he hooked his fingers around the black, dense chain of his necklace and the three magatama beads that dangled from it. She watched him with a raised and confused brow. "You're gonna put on your necklace before we do anything? Are you serious?" She narrowed her eyes but was a little surprised at his head shake.

"Nah, I'm not, but you gotta promise me something."

"....what?" She queried.

"Don't get mad."

Faster than she perceived at first, he took a hold of one of the comma-shaped beads, gripping it, and with a shimmer of bright red in his eyes, the bed glowed and built upwards into a knife, a karambit to be exact, it matched the shape. "What are you do-hey!" She watched him move forward with the knife in tow, the blade slid under the center part of her bra and he sliced upwards, splitting the brassiere in half and releasing Spades' breasts. "Ah-Sora! C'mon, I just bought that one! What the Hell are y-anh!~" Her anger-filled retorts melted into moans at the feel of his hands cupping her breasts, his thumbs pressed against her nipples and rubbed over them in a slow, circular motion to prep them, and when they were fully erect, his thumb and index finger caught her left nipple and he pinched it softly, he even tugged on it a couple of times. "S-Sora~" She shakily breathed out, hearing his name come from her lips like that was a drug to him that he was all too quickly getting addicted to. He leaned in, she could feel his breath right against her ear again, and when he spoke, his voice was dangerously low, husky. "Ya think I give a fuck that you're a bigger girl? I don't." Releasing her breasts, his hands traveled downwards and took a hold of her panties, he would have torn them off if he was driven any further, but he had just cut up her bra so, that'd be for another time. He just pulled down her underwear off of her completely and let them fall to the ground. "I think it's hot, you're fuckin' sexy. Trust me, when we had to do that job for that big, ugly, motherfucker who was eyeing you like his tenth meal that day, I wanted to kill him right there." As he spoke, he moved downwards, placing kisses where he wanted. He cascaded down her neck, to her chest, he spent a little longer on her breasts by leaning over and taking one of her nipples into his mouth, it made her gasp out and throw her head back against the pillow she rested on, and openly moan out. "But, holy fuck, ya looked so goddamn amazing in that dress ya wore that day, and ya want me to be honest? For once?" He chuckled, a little breathlessly, but he lifted himself and stared straight-forward into her eyes. "I wanted to rip that little dress off of ya and fuck you right then and there," he growled, he legitimately growled which was a sound she's never heard him let out before and it made her jaw drop slightly and her eyes widened too. "S-Sora I had no idea-" her words paused when he moved down to her stomach. "Ya get me fuckin' harder than a rock, as ya can tell, of course." He joked, she shuddered a bit at the feel of his breath so close to his target area, how he was taking his time, being so meticulous and thorough was both amazing and a huge tease, but what he did next both surprised her and honestly, almost made her cry since she was so touched. He planted kisses on her stretch marks, he made sure to take his time, his lips would linger on certain ones before moving on. He did the same to the ones on her thighs and it made her breath hitch pleasurably with how close his mouth was to her slit. He glanced at there first, then his gaze flickered back upwards at her face and the flushed, needy expression painted on her features. "Ya drive me so fuckin' crazy, every time you're a little tease to me, I just want to..." He grasped at her thighs and his fingers dug into her, enough to leave marks but not enough to draw blood. When he had a firm, full hold on her, he pulled her downwards more, she could feel her breath against her wetness, "Lock the door where we are and take ya~" When that growl left his lips, he leaned forward and flattened his tongue against her pussy and he dragged it upwards in a slow lick, causing Spades' hands to shoot down to his head and her fingers threaded through his black treads and she gripped them, pulling his hair slightly too. "S-Sora, fuck, then do it~ Take me~ You're not just gonna, hah, be all talk and not do it, are you?~" Spades challenged, despite being quite breathless and flushed, a smirk played on her lips, and she was sure that he saw it. "Now you're askin' for it~" He warned with a chuckle, his ruby eyes glinting with a determined shine. He leaned in, his tongue pressed deep inside of her, it swirled around inside of her, he could taste her juices steadily leaking onto his tongue, she tasted so sweet, delectable, he grew addicted to it. He took a look up at Spades, her head was laid back and her back was arched off of the couch, he felt her thighs tighten around his head, not only squeezing him but effectively trapping him until she deemed it fit. She moaned out, her fingers tugged at his hair, not enough to tear out of his scalp, but enough for him to notice. His tongue slid up and down her slit, his hand trailed up and he gingerly placed his fingers on her folds and he spread her open, he slinked his tongue back out of her orifice and he pushed it upwards, meeting her clit and when he heard that little gasp come out of her, he grinned. "There it is~" She could barely breathe out a rebuttal due to Oni's lips wrapping around her swollen clit, and he suckled on it tenderly, his tongue flicking and running over the nub, "Fuck-!~ Sora, fuck, that's so much~ I-It's not like you're n-never gonna do this again!~ Fuck!~" She writhed pleasurably underneath him, her hands launched towards the sheets underneath her, she took fistfuls of the fabric and gripped them so hard, it felt like she was going to tear holes in them. Honestly, how come it didn't surprise her at all that Oni was going to be amazing with his mouth?

"Fuck me~" those two little words, albeit she sounded much more beg-y than she wished at first, brushed out of her mouth in a breathless, needy pant. Oni's eyes widened somewhat, thinking over what she said was what he heard, especially for the fact that she was begging for him, or at least that's how he perceived it. "What was that, Safaia?~" If she didn't love him as much as she did, there were just somedays she wanted to smack that grin of his off of his face, and this was most certainly one of those times. "You heard me, Umbra!" She shot back, and with a shrug, he propped himself onto his elbow and rested his chin on an upturned palm. "I don't know, did I?~" He questioned with a tilt of his head, his voice had a sickeningly sweet, sing-song tone to it, yeah, Spades wasn't having that. She propped herself up on her elbows at first, then moved up into a sitting position and pushing her hands forward, she grabbed the straps of his tank-top all over again and pulled him up to her level, her eyes had a deep, unsatiated desire burning in her eyes, all four of them, and he could feel it. She inhaled, the breath leaving her had a bit of a shake to it, and then she spoke. "I want you, Sora, fuck, I need you~" She sounded desperate, she honestly believed he would revel in it but the growing shocked and red-faced expression that painted across his face proved otherwise. "I need you to...to..." she was lost on her words, her eyes even darted somewhat left and right as if she was physically looking for her words. It took her a moment or two, but when she found it, her entire face adorned a bright blue hue, "I need you to make love to me~" Coming out of her mouth, it sounded sappy as all Hell, "T-That was too much wasn't-mmh!~" Her words were silenced by Oni hurriedly leaning forward and slamming his lips against hers in a heated kiss all over again. Those words, hit him harder than she expected. His hands, with a newfound urgency in them, feverishly shot up to the back of her knees, and he hoisted her legs up, faster than she was prepared for. "Ah-! Careful, no-face, at least give me a warning!" She scolded, though the sapphire-blue blush painted across her cheeks gave away the fact that she wasn't angry with him, it made him chuckle. He let her legs relax, resting on his shoulders, he shimmied himself up closer in between her thighs and he rested his cock on her soaking wet slit, "Where's the fun in givin' you a warning? Plus, I like hearin' you squeak like that~" Playfully sticking his tongue out at her, his hand drifted down his body, his digits hooked around the base of his cock, and he dragged the head of it up and down her folds. Her wetness coated the tip, his hand glided upwards when he saw the soft shine of her juices glinting on his cock, he pumped his length, covering his length from top to bottom, earning a deep, low groan to be pulled from the deepest reaches of his chest. The sight alone practically made Spades aroused, even more, she had to clamp her slack-jawed mouth shut, her face felt like it was burning, on fire, with how large the blue blush on her face had grown in such little time at such a small action. Oni leaned forward, his hips angled downwards and his twitching length primed and ready at her pussy, the head of it gently pressed in between her folds, and it prodded at her entrance. He teased her, his cock was right there, she could feel the head of it brush over her entrance. The tip of it dipped inside of her for a few, exhilarating moments, only for it stripped away from her again when he pulled his cock away from her. A whine emitted from her, her eyes that were screwed shut, pried open with enough strength she drew from in and with a shuddering hand, Spades reached up and took a fistful of Oni's tank-top and she yanked him down to her level, it was quite easy to do with how he was leaned forward in between her elevated legs. "Sora, I swear to God if you don't put your cock in me already, I'll shove t-that stupid mask of yours up your a-ass!" Oni's eyes shot open, he blinked a few times, stunned, before a cocky grin spread across his face, its natural place. He leaned forward and pecked a few chaste kisses on her lips before holding one final kiss. "It's hot when you get angry, y'know?" He chimed in. Scoffing, she rolled her eyes, but wasn't able to hide the growing smile overtaking her face, "You're lucky you're so cute, dammit~" She let her fingers thread through the soft, pitch-black tresses he had, her fingers spreading out. It made his eyes flutter and close and he leaned his head back into her palm so she could pet him more. "But, please, Sora, I-I...I really need you....~" Oni's eyes softened. When her voice got that tender, that soft-spoken, he could tell that she needed it, that she craved it, and he was the same way. They were together in a way that he's only pictured, that he wished would happen much earlier than now, he wasn't going to pass it up. "Trust me, Safaia, I need you too, like, a whole fuckin' lot....~" He let the words dust out of his mouth in a hushed, husky whisper, the kind that sent pleasurable shivers up and down her spine like electricity passing through a circuit at high, unstoppable speeds. He aligned himself up again, his hips flexed forward and his cock pushed past her folds and slid deep inside of her. His hips pressed up and met her hips and he hilted himself inside of her. He muttered a few curses alongside the low groans that came from him while Spades' voice was caught in her throat, she was grasping at bedsheets with one hand while the other had shot up to his left forearm and she clenched onto it, her nails digging into the tattooed skin.

He leaned over her and waited, she was much tighter than he had thought or anticipated, but he loved it how she clenched around his cock, her wet, velvety, warm walls framed around his length and hugged him snuggly, not letting go any time soon. "Give me, hah, hold on~" She managed to get out, her voice was shaky, how her legs were on his shoulders and so close to his head, he could feel those quivering, her breasts were heaving up and down in tune with her panting. It was at this moment that he was reminded of just how beautiful Spades looked like this, she looked like a Goddess, lavished in a blue-tinted blush, splayed out on the bed ready to be claimed by her lucky, devoted follower who would do anything and everything to be with her like this, in her more vulnerable, to give her electrifying pleasure until she was seeing stars and had no feeling in her legs. Call him determined. She breathed out in a huff, it caught his attention rather quickly and when he gazed at her expression again, he saw that breathless smile that slithered onto her lips and her multiple eyes, with some work, lifted and locked onto him leaned over her, "G-Go ahead, Sora, you were talking a-all cocky earlier, aren't you going to do it?~" She dared, matching it with a raise of her eyebrow and with a grin, his hands moved from her legs that he kept firmly on his shoulders to keep them elevated, it gave him just the most perfect angle to pound into her when the time came, but, for now, he'd be contained. Pulling out almost all of the way, nearly drawing another whimper from her throat, if it weren't for him fastening his hips forward in a swift thrust, it got her to moan out somewhat loudly, openly in the empty living room. His hips thrust downwards into hers, unwaveringly and deep, his hands drifted up from the bedsheets, and they darted up to her legs and he gripped at them. "S-Sora, that's-oh that's amazing, yes!~" She cried out, his cock glided smoothly in and out of her effortlessly. She pried her eyes open once more, now it was her turn to take in the almost dreamlike sight in front of her. Oni had leaned over her, his exposed face was flushed a deep-seated blood red while pants and groans fled from his lips left and right. His toned, strong body had a thin sheen of sweat building upon it, his hands grasped at her legs resting on his shoulders for dear life, his dug into the flesh, not enough to do any damage or anything like that, but she was sure that bruises were going to pepper the skin down there. Her eyes drifted down and she watched how his cock pumped in and out of her, how it disappeared into her body with every thrust. "Spades~ Spades~ Fuckkk~" He murmured, then he did something she truly didn't foresee him to do at all, though when he did it, she wasn't prepared for it but cherished it. Groans ghosted out of his lips, however, it wasn't English this time, it was full, fluent Japanese, which, sadly, Spades knew not a single word of it, not including his name and his alias. But, reading his expression, how it made him move his hips up into hers more and his pumps got harder and quicker than before, she was sure it was about how good she felt encircled around him. "God I love you, Spades, I fuckin' love you, and I mean it, okay?~ I don't ever, hn, unh, unf, wanna fuckin' fight that bad with you again~" He was getting lost, tangled up in the pleasure, the love he's been restraining and keeping to himself for this entire time, well now, those binds were being unwoven and it was pouring out, fast, with no abandon. Hearing those three little words breathe out from Oni's lips almost knocked the air out of her body, actually hearing him say that was so much different than picturing it. Her hand, shaky as all Hell, reached up and she planted it, palm down, against his chest to get his attention, she even pinched some of the black fabric of his tank-top and gave it a few tugs for good measure. The small movements almost immediately caught his attention, it worried him to a degree, he assumed that it was a subtle sign that he was going to rough or too fast, so, carefully, he let his movements gradually come to a slower pace, almost stopping fully. He even carefully released her legs so that they were at his sides rather than being propped up on his shoulders, it made it easier for him to lean down to her level, and he stared into her eyes, the worry evident on his features. "You okay, Safaia?" He questioned, however, she didn't answer right away. Instead, the smile that had broken out across her face shown, now that he was closer than previously, her hands went up to his cheeks and she cupped them. Her fingers stroked the skin on his face, especially the twisting tattoos, she let a finger start at the top of them right below his left eye, and she let it cascade down to his cheek, to his jawline, and made a turn to his lips, and she grasped his chin delicately. With a light pull, she pressed her lips against his in a kiss, her mouth claiming his in a passionate liplock all over again. His frame pressed up against her body, his arms slithered down to her waist and coiled around her, while hers hurriedly moved up and intertwined around his neck. Her legs followed suit around his waist, and they wrapped around him, her thighs pressing against his sides at the addicting, pleasurable shocks that rushed through her body at their kisses. How his hands grasped at her back, his inhumanly long tongue prowling around in her mouth as if was his, tasting her. Her spaded tail, like a snake's grasp, shifted itself up in between his legs and it coiled around his thigh, clutching onto it. When the kiss finally broke, thin strings of saliva connected their mouths, they panted rather heavily in each other's mouths, and even though the kiss had parted, Oni kept his forehead pressed against hers.

"I love you too, Sora~" Spades gasped, "I do, I....god I love you so much~ You used to annoy me to no end, you being so loud and careless but then I just, hah, I started to know you, the real you and I fell for you, so hard~ I haven't...I haven't talked like this in a long time, but it was so difficult to not just run up to you and kiss you and hug you and just be with you...every time you just showed up out of nowhere and made yourself at home, it made me happy to see you, I looked forward to it! And the times that you got hurt and I wasn't there, I wanted to take care of you, to help you, I," she paused, her breath hitching a bit as a warning that the dams in her eyes were about to break again and cause her to sob all over him again. Her hands clenched at his back, her fists balling up the fabric, and her head leaned forward and she buried it into his chest, hiding her face. Despite it being muffled, she remained silent for a few moments longer, tears quietly flowed freely from her eyes, and they stained his tank-top, one of her hands relaxed and freed the part of his top in it, she stroked his upper back, her head sinking into his form a bit more when she relaxed, "I'll never abandon you like they did, I promise, Sora...." That's when she felt the light, wet plinking of droplets on her arm. Blinking, she retracted her head from his chest, and she relaxed against the pillows, she looked up at him and gasped lightly when she saw that now, he was inaudibly shedding tears. "Sora, I-" His hand reached up and cupped her cheek, it lingered there for a moment or two before moving to her hair and he ran his fingers through the sapphire-blue strands. He smiled, "Damn Safaia, I had no idea...you could have told me this like ages ago, you know?" He teased, despite sniffling, and he let out a breathless laugh when she smacked his shoulder at his comment, "Because I love you too, I'd do anything for you...I pretty much do that now anyway, but I mean you wouldn't have to pay me this time," he joked, it made her heart even warmer since he could still joke and tease and laugh during moments like these. He was perfect for her. "I'd give you the whole fuckin' world and then some, you deserve it and I fuckin' swear, from the bottom of my heart, I'm not gonna be like that fuckin' dick from before-trust me if you didn't beat me to it, they'd be a fuckin' snack for maggots," hearing the vile in his voice at just even mentioning her old partner, it made her feel so safe in his arms, how close they were to one another, it felt like there wasn't a single problem in the world. Lightly leaning back up, he wiped away any remaining tears clear off of her cheek with his thumb, "You okay?" he inquired, receiving a nod from her, her eyes locking on his. "I am, but now..." she cleared her throat, shortly after, that challenging smile of hers returned and she raised an eyebrow alongside it.

"Are you gonna keep your word, or are you really all talk?~"

"Well if you're gonna put me on the spot like that, you can beat that sweet ass of yours I'm keeping it~"

He shifted, his cock still buried deep inside of her, one of his hands drifted down and took a firm hold of one of her hips, gripping her. His steady, deep pace gradually returned with his rocking hips, he was leaned forward, his head nestled into the crook of her neck while he grunted and panted out somewhat heavily, the pleasure from before hitting the both of them all over again. She could feel his breath on her skin, how he lowly and huskily whispered her voice throughout his low groans amongst hushed curses made chills run rampant up and down her spine. His free hand, at first, resting, unused at his side, moved up and cupped one of her breasts, a gasp resonated from her at him tenderly kneading it and rubbing it, he squeezed her, her breast filling out his palm in the most perfect way possible. Her hands clenched on the couch, her eyes darted in between him leaned over her, grunting and groaning, then down to his cock pumping in and out of her, disappearing in her body with every thrust into her. His hand that was planted on her hips gripped her tighter, his fingers digging into her skin, he pulled her further down on his cock, it caused her to moan out loudly at how deep he was in her, how fast he was able to go. "S-Sora!~ Sora, I'm, hah, anh, I'm so-fuck!~ I'm so close!~" She managed to squeak out, and through his breathless groans, a grin spread out across his face, he leaned up, his mouth right next to her ear and then he started to murmur to her huskily. "You feel so, hnh, unh, fuckin' good, Safaia~ The way that, unnf, tight pussy of yours just hugs around my dick~ Unh~ Mmmhf~ Fuck, I wanna see ya cum, Spades, I wanna see that pretty face of yours all lost in your pleasure, I want you to cum all over me, c'mon, make my cock a fuckin' mess~" It was getting to be too much for her, how he pounded into her like an animal in heat, his thighs smacking up against hers, how he groaned and grunted, it made the tight coil that had built up over time in her stomach tightened more and more, it shuddered, about to snap at any moment. In the corner of his eye, Oni took note of how her hand unlatched from her tight grip on the couch. She moved it down to her slit, to place her digits on her clit, however, he was much quicker than her. His hand clasped around her wrist, stopping her in mid-movement, he raised her arm and pinned it over her head, and his opposite hand jetted downwards. He knew how close she was and how severely she desired it, how she wanted it, he was more than happy to take care of it himself. His thumb pressed on her clit, and he swiftly rubbed it in little circles, making her moan out loudly, her eyes shot close and her head tossed back into the pillows, her back arching off of the couch, "S-Sora!~ Sora!~ Sora!!~" That coil ultimately snapped in her stomach and the pleasure rushed over her in wave after wave of rushing fire, her wetness coated her thighs, the front of his thighs and made it even slicker for him to just pound away at her. His pumps got more erratic, more uneven, the pace he previously had developed completely gone from his mind, his panting got more breathless, her name escaped from him multiple times in light, gentle whispers. "S-Spades~ Fuck, I'm gonna cum~" He warned through one of those whispers. Nodding, her arms shot up to his neck again and she clung onto him, her legs even tightened around him too, "Inside, Sora~ MMhmmhf!~ Cum inside of me, Sora!~" That seemed to send him flying straight over the edge since it took a few more strong, fast, rocks of his hips and his orgasm hit him, hard, the pleasure rushed through his body up and down, his body shuddered as he kept his hips planted firmly against hers, his hips clenching and flexing with every deep pump of his seed flowing into her, filling her up. His orgasm rocked through him for quite some time, when he felt himself finally calming down, he gingerly unsheathed his now soft cock from her flooded slit and he hastily collapsed down on the opposite of the couch, hot and heavy pants emitting from him. Spades laid on her back still on her side, her legs weak, her body shuddered, even more at the feeling of his cum leaking out of her like a steady stream and dripping on the cushion below her. "Sora?" She managed to breathe out, and despite his chest heaving whilst he caught his air back, he responded, "Yeah, Safaia?" She giggled tiredly at the sound of her nickname coming from him. She placed a hand on one of his legs and she stroked it tenderly and soothingly.

"I love you, you big dork~"

"Hehehe, I love ya too, Spades~"

"And you're cleaning up this room yourself, later-"

"WHAT-!?"

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Would they go to the beach?

I mean, Kiryu lives on the beach half the time, so... yeah, I think, absolutely. Even just for fun. It can be semi-dangerous going shirtless for them when not in the heart of Kamurocho, but, on the other hand, do you want to pick a fight with the Mad Dog and the Dragon of Dojima? If you know enough to know yakuza tattoos, then you’re probably gonna stay the hell away from two middle aged dads just having fun with their kids. 

Because they would go with Kiryu’s cloud of children most of the time. Two lifeguards are better than one, after all. Not sure where Kiryu or Majima learned to swim, but it would be very stupid to move to a tiny island without knowing how to swim, so we’ll assume Kiryu was not operating with half a brain cell when he made this decision. And Majima knows all kinds of shit he has no right to. 

But there’s also the odd private, romantic beach day where Majima just wants an excuse to stare at Kiryu’s muscles dotted with ocean spray. And make him rub lotion on him. The day Majima finds a nude beach is a dangerous day for Kiryu, but this is fast becoming a NSFW answer. (But c’mon... “I HAVE to take my trunks off, my whole tattoo has to be lotioned!” “...we could do that at home though?” “You’re missing the point of Beach Day Kiryu-chan!”)

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Favourite positions?

Ohhhh, now there’s a question. 

Majima is a dyed in the wool bottom and don’t let anyone tell you different. Oh, he can top and will gladly do so if asked, but there is a marked difference between his enjoyment of fucking someone and getting fucked. That is a man who needs a dick like he needs a second eye. I’m so sorry. So any position where he’s taking it is his favorite position. Doggy style is good because it’s just so rough and raw, Kiryu can really pound into him that way. The only downside is he can’t actually see Kiryu this way and that’s a bit of a bummer. So he’s always struggling between his desire to not be able to walk the next day and wanting to watch Kiryu come. And it’s not like he can’t be fucked into paralysis in other positions too, Kiryu is definitely one to follow orders, so. 

So Majima also likes a good old fashioned missionary from time to time, it’s relaxing and if he or Kiryu is in an especially gentle or tender mood, this is the go-to. But there are bonus points for any position where he gets to feel how strong Kiryu is, any position where Kiryu is carrying him, where he’s using his force on Majima, that also really does it for him. His real, true, actual kink is exhaustion. He wants to be fucked into the ground and then some, fucked until he can’t move, can’t think. It doesn’t necessarily need to be endless, but it does have to push him to his limits in one way or another. So Kiryu has had a hard learning curve on sex keeping up with Majima’s inventive demands. Majima can confirm he passes with flying colors though. 

For Kiryu’s part, he never knew how delightful it was to dominate someone until he fucked Majima and... Kiryu is pretty much ruined for it now. Majima’s spoiled him with all his whining and whimpering and begging and babbling. You try not utterly devouring the man when he’s begging you to destroy him. Sometimes it scares Kiryu how badly he wants Majima, how much he enjoys this, but Majima is always so pleased it’s hard to think there’s anything to be worried about. 

So Kiryu delights in the business of fucking Majima into any surface he wishes and isn’t particularly picky himself about how it gets done. But if he had to choose, he’d probably say doggy style as he knows just how much Majima enjoys it and it’s easier to fuck Majima into next Tuesday if Majima isn’t directly looking at him the whole time. He doesn’t get stage fright per se, but he does get shy about it being obvious how much he likes this too. He’s also, actually, a big big fan of Majima sucking him off. It lacks the feeling of partnership that penetration has, but Majima’s mouth is just so tender and talented, Kiryu longs for the sweetness of it sometimes. It’s just nice to be taken care of once in awhile.

And on that note, on occasion, Majima will fuck him. Majima does believe in sharing and doesn’t want to hog the joy of being filled all to himself. He’s never as rough with Kiryu as Kiryu is with him, it doesn’t really do the same thing for Kiryu. So usually Kiryu’s riding him when that happens, with him offering little nudges and encouragements. And he can’t complain, Kiryu’s awful pretty perched on his cock, all tense and screwed up with pleasure. 

And we’d best not talk about all the rushed, impromptu, semi-public sex that happens more frequently than Kiryu wants to remember. Majima has not one fuck to give about that though. (And Kiryu isn’t as mad as he desperately wishes he was.)