For your convenience. ~<3
For your convenience. ~<3
Pairing: Taihou x GN!Commander! Reader
Genre: Fluff/Brief NSFW
Source Material: Azur Lane
Disclaimer: Brief mention of NSFW topics.
Taihou is the ultimate yandere aircraft carrier. Don’t even look in the same direction as other women.
She’s very confident in her figure and just lights up when you compliment her. Taihou loves to cosplay for you. Maid? Catgirl? She’s down.
Of course she likes PDA. The other boats need to know their place.
Will do anything for you. Even take a life.
One thing she will absolutely not tolerate from you is lying.
If you’re into it, Taihou has a really high sex drive. There’s no limit to what she’ll do to please her commander.
You’ve probably figured out by now that Taihou is incredibly delusional. It doesn’t matter if the feeling is mutual. You will accept her love.
Taihou tries her best to improve herself for you. She wants to be the perfect wife.
Taihou can’t find a single flaw in you, so it pains her to see you doubt yourself. She wants you to feel good about yourself and see the same amazing person she sees.
A hopeless romantic. In love with romance movies and novels. Wishes to have the same “fairy tale” romance with you.
Pairing: John Preston x GN! Reader
Source Material: Equilibrium (2002 Film)
With John Preston after the revolution, it’s a long and rewarding journey to discover new emotions.
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Jealousy to him is a new and very conflicting emotion. If his s/o is busy talking to someone it won’t bother him, he’ll just wait patiently. He’ll intervene when he sees that the person is being too touchy-feely with you. John has a very protective nature, not just for his kids but also for his partner. John risked his life protecting what he loved and the ability to love. He isn’t going to just let anyone take them away. John will walk up to the individual stealing your attention and calmly ask to speak with his lover in private. When his lover asks him why he pulled them away, it is very difficult to put his feelings into words but they get the idea. His s/o has to walk him through what he’s feeling afterward and he feels a little guilty. S/o tells him that it’s normal to feel that way, it shows how devoted he is to his partner.
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Nicknames are a bit alien to him. He’ll just call his partner by their name. If their s/o gives him nicknames he’s cool with it but it felt weird the first few times they did it. After a bit of time, he might use basic terms of endearment like love, dear, wife/husband.
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John takes slow steps with physical affection. Holding hands is what he prefers to do in public. Wearing gloves most of his adult life kept him from really feeling the touch and warmth of another person. John isn’t conscious of this but he often draws imaginary shapes on your hands with his thumb.
John is used to sleeping alone on a cold bed so cuddling while sleeping is a bit of a culture shock to him. To help make him more comfortable, his s/o bought him some nice sheets and blankets. He was really stiff in the beginning, but he warmed up to the idea of holding his s/o close. His s/o resting their head on their chest or just facing each other is fine with him.
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Despite his stoic nature, John Preston has some wit to him. A playful wink here and there. In his readings, he samples from romance novels of the past to model a more “ideal” partner. John can get a little insecure because he feels he isn’t communicating his love effectively.
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DATING JOHN PRESTON WOULD INCLUDE:
♛. Enjoying the small things when you can.
♛. Sharing favorite movies, books, music, etc.
♛. Teaches you how to defend yourself.
♛. Long, barefoot walks through nature, Appreciating the new sensations.
♛. Is open to having children or adopting.
♛. His son outsmarting you sometimes.
Pairing: Miyamoto Musashi x GN! Reader
Source Material: Vagabond (Manga)
Note: Read this manga a long time ago so I don’t plan on writing for it anytime soon.
Takezo’s large frame came in handy for something other than fighting; body heat. Along your travels, you two stopped at a hotel that was courteous enough to give a wandering swordsman and his lover a room. Many other hotels were vacant due to New Years, so you two were pretty lucky to find a comfortable room. Now here you were, sitting in his lap, arms wrapped around you, along with a blanket around the two of you. There were sliding doors that led outside so you two could get a good spot to view the night sky.
Takezo, or Musashi, insisted to go to bed since it would be warmer, but you wanted to watch the New Year snow. You knew a few things about the weather, and hearsay around town fed your hopes that there would be snow tonight. So to entertain your wonder, Takezo stayed up with you to watch the snow for the new year fall. So far, it’s only cold enough to see your own breath and you didn’t know how far it was from midnight.
“Hey Takezo,” Takezo hummed in response, “what do you wish for in the new year?” Takezo paused to think. Except for becoming the invincible swordsman he wanted to be, what else was there? He had the woman that he so longed for, he continued to work on his sword skills and his ever building confidence and-ah, something popped into his head.
“I wish that I can always protect you, no matter how old I get.” Takezo said while staring off into the night sky. “Really? As old as Inei?” “If he could best me at his age, then yes.” He closed his eyes as he grinned, remembering his time with the old spear master. Without him noticing, you shifted in his lap to face him and placed a hand on his face. “You know…you should smile more.” Takezo face wrinkled with confusion. “What do you mean, I smile all the-” “No, not when you’re fighting. I mean any other time.” you interrupted him. A frown slowly started to form on his face.
“Geez, darling. You’re such a baby.” You giggled as you turned away from him.Takezo’s eyes widened when he realized the joke you were pulling on him. The he huffed. “Alright then. I’ll just go back to bed.” “No, stay with me!” You quickly grabbed his clothes when he threatened to sleep. A chuckle rumbled in his stomach. “Meanie.” You puffed your cheeks out. Takezo wouldn’t really say it to your face since he wasn’t really good at expressing his emotions, but you were cute when you were on the receiving end of the teasing.
The silence between you two came back, but none of you were complaining. These moments of quiet were rare in Takezo’s path so the two appreciate this. With his keen senses, Takezo noticed your slowed breathing, signaling that you were about to fall asleep. He nudged his loved one awake. “Oh come on. You aren’t going to fall asleep while you have me up.” Takezo teased. “Mmm, sorry. It’s just that you’re so warm.” You snuggled even closer into Takezo’s warm chest. At this moment, Takezo’s heart started to melt all over again. This level of physical affection was absent from his father as well as his mother, so these moments of embrace was escape for him. You tell him that one day his killings will catch up to him and never end, and with moments like these, maybe he should put down the one thing he dedicates his life to. He has thought about it, people constantly wanting to fight him, and his built up anger and ambition fuels him, but eventually all of that will run out.
Well, all of that thinking can wait for now.
The first snow was starting anyways.
You gasped at the first few flakes that fell right in front of your eyes. Jumping out of Takezo’s lap, you jumped onto the ground and held your hands out, wishing to catch the snow. Takezo stayed where he was, watching his soon-to-be wife play in the thin layers of snow, as he smiled at your child-like behavior.
Maybe there is a home I can return to.
Pairing: LiPPS ( Mika Jougasaki, Kanade Hayami, Frederica Miyamoto, Shiki Ichinose, Syuko Shiomi) x Producer! GN! Reader
Source Material: Idolm@ster Cinderella Girls
Note: Old scenario of mine I want to post.
-i’m sorry did you say blushing mess?
-when you two are alone she can’t really put her sentences together
-on a positive note, you motivate her more during her work
-disguises her feelings with her usual flirting
-in some ways she’ll make more physical contact with you, but light contact of course
-kanade would show her true nature to you sometimes.
-goes out of her way to give you small little gifts occasionally. nothing too big, stuff like a new pin for your suit or a cologne/perfume she thought would smell great on you
-she’ll be her usual bubbly self, but she will want to be around you more
-prepare for glomps.
-will ask you out constantly after work
-also get ready for shopping dates
-you notice small changes with her, like some days she wears different perfume or she changes her nail art constantly
-honestly there isn’t much to expect here
-maybe she’d sniff you more often
-sometimes she would let down her eccentric guard and show her true colors
-try to persuade you to participate in some of her experiments or examine your body
-personal space? what is that?
-maybe she would share her snacks with you
-much more talkative around you
-syuko would be more concerned with your health, she would be able to take notice if you aren’t feeling well
Pairing: Mutsunokami Yoshiyuki x GN!Saniwa! Reader
Source Material: Touken Ranbu
Note: I’ve lost interest in Touken Ranbu so this will probably be the only oneshot for that game that I’ll post. I won’t be taking any requests for this series. (5.22.21 went back to fix some pronouns, sorry)
At first, it was a mistake, but after a while, it became an unwanted habit. The first time this incident occurred was when Mutsunokami was helping his fellow saniwa with records for the previous expedition, which he had attended. Then, accidentally, referred to his saniwa as Ryoma. (y/n) had known that the swords kept in their care held their previous memories as if they were present during these past moments, but this has been the first time Mutsu had any mention of his previous life. The experienced saniwa always saw him as a carefree soul who didn’t hold onto the past and always looked forward.
“Ah, sorry aruji-sama. You remind me so much of him that I couldn’t help but let that slip out! Don’t mind me, it won’t happen again. Now, what was I saying again?” His acting seemed so legitimate then, but to you, it felt like he really had moved on.
With your studious nature, you had read up on the swords you were going to be soon in charge of. Mutsu’s master, Sakamoto Ryoma had the least amount of material to study compared to the more famous swordsmen of the Shinsengumi or leaders and emperors of clans. One of the reasons because of this is the quite short life he lived. Ryoma was seen as the enemy to Japan when he expressed his quite innovative yet controversial views on how to protect Japan. Ryoma believed that if Japan strengthened their navy and put away the sword, there would be no need to use joui (expel the foreigners) to fuel the engine of war. Western ideas like democracy were considered an alien topic and a threat to the political structure of Japan, so Ryoma like many others who were seen as traitors was assassinated.
(y/n) was sure that Mutsu knew this already since in his past form he was present during the surprise attack, but this little slip up gave you more of an emotional impact than it should have. It didn’t really help that Mutsu was taking this a little too lightly as well when this habit started picking up. The mistake was a little unpredictable and he was only doing it when the two were alone, so (y/n) didn’t feel right to tell him to stop since he had such a strong connection to this person. So, they let it be.
Well, (y/n) couldn’t really focus on that for too long since they were about to go on a little vacation. Nearby was a small beach area where the swords could relax and play, while the tired saniwa could get some R&R.
(y/n) actually took the time to join their swords on the beach instead of staying in this time, and they were glad they did. Currently, the tantou and wakizashi were occupying themselves doing what reminded you of a younger version of yourself would do on a beach, while you left the task of watching over them to the much bigger swords in your collection. At the moment, Mutsu and them were walking along the beach on Mutsu’s request and their own urge to learn more about him.
Times were much simpler then.
The sun was high above the beach, given that there was more daylight left to be wasted, and the warmth in the air was just right to be enjoyed. Even if the sand was coarse and rough, the warm almost-burning feeling on the mage’s feet seemed much like a better alternative to the cold wood in the citadel. (y/n) felt their guard lowering as they stared down into the sand as they walked upon it, the distant sound of the waves moving in and out filled his ears. This reminded the saniwa of the times when they were a child and of their regular trips to the beach. The area they lived in felt like a long summer and they took advantage of that. The small yet sentimental treasures and trinkets the saniwa found buried in the sand seemed like the best thing in the world at the time. They would have never thought about commanding an army of swordsmen who were tasked to defeat the time-traveling monsters who sought out to change history.
It sure seemed fun to the uchigatana in front of the saniwa who was picking up and examining shells in front of him while they walked along the beach. (y/n) looked into those eyes of childlike wonder and they saw himself in a way. Holding these moments dear would be important for the mage’s sanity when it came to their job since just tomorrow Mutsu and a few select swords will be chosen to fight another one of those monsters. How it depressed them so. In some ways, (y/n) wished he could revert to the same youthful naivete and live like Mutsu without a care in the world. Ignorance is bliss after all, (y/n) thought, but that would be quite selfish, wouldn’t it?
“I always wonder what you’re thinking, aruji-sama.” Mutsu’s upbeat voice brought (y/n) out of their thoughts. They didn’t say anything for a moment and only smiled. What was there to say? These sorts of moments didn’t really need words. Mutsu turned away from his master and towards the open sea, getting up from his squatting position from looking at shells.
“It’s nice once in a while to have people with a mind like yours. I couldn’t handle all of that paperwork as well as you do.” Then, Mutsu’s smile began to soften, becoming close to a frown. “I knew someone who had a lot of great ideas and wanted to help people with them. Sadly he was taken from this world before he could truly do anything with those ideas.” Mutsu picked up a small pebble that he spotted nestled in the sand and threw it into the water and watched it fall. “While he was around, we had so much fun! We went out of our hometown, even on boats. Heck, he even studied to sail ships. One of his dreams was to build a giant boat and take his family with him to sail the seas and explore, and at that time…” Mutsu’s face became tranquil. “I felt like he wanted to include me as well, even if he did completely throw away the way of the sword.” Mutsu’s smile then returned to his face again.
“So if you will, I want to have as much fun with you as I can. I know your time here is short and you have to pay attention to the other swords as well, but if you would…” He then took hold of one of his master’s hands and stared deep into their eyes. “Could you maybe take some time with me sometimes? I don’t mind if it’s a little bit.” Mutsu with his other hand placed a pink, shiny seashell into his master’s hand with a proud smile on his face. All (y/n) could do was accept. What monster of a person would decline? Such a moving declaration even got the saniwa’s eyes watering a little. Mutsu saw this and began to panic.
“S-sorry, aruji-sama! I didn’t mean to make you cry! It’s my fault that I pushed so much of that on you!” Mutsu grabbed them by the shoulders and tried to comfort his master. “Heh heh, I don’t think anyone would not get emotional if they heard that, but its nothing to worry about. With the abilities and restrictions, I have now, all I can do is watch and listen. With all of my power, with all that I am given, I’ll spend time with you. Maybe I’ll come and visit you in Kyoto, well, you know it as Kyo.” (y/n) smiled in front of Mutsu. “Wait, I’m in Kyo? Can you visit me there? How?” “Yep, but I’ll have to explain that later. Come on. I think the others are tired of keeping the small tantous occupied.” (y/n) turned along with Mutsu the other way to the other swords.
All while holding their beloved sword’s hand.
Hmm, to (y/n), it felt like today was important. It was the tenth of December, but (y/n) was pretty sure there weren’t any holidays today. For someone who was seen as a punctual person, this feeling in the pit of their stomach sure wasn’t helping his own image. Maybe interacting with the swords would help jog their memory, maybe it was a special day for them that they forgot about.
(y/n) passed by the Awatagutchi school swords, Date swords, the spears, tachi, and none of them seemed to have anything special going on. Izumi mentioned something about not seeing Mutsu around. (y/n) found that a little odd as well. The only response today from Mutsu was his morning greeting but it sounded more monotone than usual. Checking his dorm sounded like a good idea at the moment.
Walking through the aged traditional building, (y/n) finally made it to the dorm rooms. (y/n) noticed that one of the sliding doors was completely shut with candlelight being visible through the semi-transparent material. Each step toward the door made a faint creaking noise as then opened the door to see Mutsu. He was sitting at the far opposite end of the room, wearing a black coat with the Sakamoto family crest sewn in. Mutsu hunched over, covering his eyes, but (y/n) clearly saw his pain. Sliding the door back behind him, (y/n) leaned down to comfort the mourning uchigatana. (y/n) was caught off guard when Mutsu latched onto him and held them close. The only thing (y/n) could do was hold him and rub his back to soothe him.
“You remind me so much of him that it hurts.” Mutsu quietly sobbed into (y/n)’s shoulder. “This is what I get for opening up. This is what I get for telling people what I really think.” Stop it this is bad for my heart, (y/n) thought. “Please, Mutsu. Let me spend time with you just this time. It will only hurt you more if you keep it in.” (y/n) said as they lessened the distance between the two. That’s all they could do really. “It would have eaten me up inside if I didn’t know about this sooner and you were in pain alone, Mutsu.” (y/n) said, bringing Mutsu’s red face up with one hand and looking into his eyes. “If you feel like you can confide in me then I’ll feel a million times better.” “Aruji-sama…” Mutsu could only let out (y/n)’s title, as their faces soon became closer and closer. Until their lips met. It didn’t feel wrong at the time, but for now…
…they were going to enjoy this moment together while they can.
Pairing: Male Yandere Judgment Characters x Male Reader
Genre: Some fluff/thriller
Source Material: Judgment (Game)
Disclaimer: I mean, it’s yandere so…. Expect some blood, torture, and typical possessiveness. Some Judgment spoilers as well.
Note: Also I put male reader in the title, but I didn’t really use any he/him pronouns so anyone can read this, really. I put it there because I wrote this with male readers in mind.
Chill in the beginning. He won’t show any signs until much later in the relationship.
Yagami’s resolve to protect you is something he feels completely justified in doing. You can’t do anything without him, right? He’s only doing this out of love. He will remind you constantly if you oppose him that it is his responsibility to look after you.
Prior to your relationship, if he found out that someone was hurting you, Yagami would use his detective skills to find out as much as he can about them. They were going to pay for hurting you. Yagami would find their contacts, the places they most frequent, job, and where they live. Then, he chooses the right moment to strike. Yagami kidnaps them and tortures them so much that they’re screaming for him to kill them already.
Blackmail is also a good advantage against his enemies. Yagami will find some way to catch his prey in a compromising position. If it’s your previous partner, he’ll try to set them up like they’re cheating on you. Yagami will make an offer to your soon-to-be former lover to break up with you or expose their infidelity.
Yagami has known you for the longest, as far back as high school. It was a bit of a coincidence to meet back up and reconnect. To Yagami, you hadn’t changed one bit. Still the same lovable self. It was a bit of a surprise to hear that he stopped being a lawyer. You had read the article that made him infamous as a defense attorney and it was sad to take it in. From what you read in the evidence, you thought Yagami was in the right. That’s another thing Yagami liked about you was that you challenged his insecurities, as a lawyer and as a detective.
The dere part of Yagami’s nature is he can be quite romantic when he wants to. The cheesy mush you’d find in romance novels never interested him, but if you were into it, he’d be down. Yagami likes to surprise you with random gifts. The excited look on your face always gives a boost to Yagami’s mood. He loves to take you out on dates, just as long as it’s in a secluded area.
Yagami isn’t afraid to teach you to know your place. He’ll chain you to your bed and darken your room. He’s only doing it out of love.
Kaito is a super violent yandere, but he would never dare to hurt you. It would be the last resort for Kaito to put his hands on you. He only inflicts violence upon the poor souls who dare to hurt you. If he ever did hurt you by accident, like gripping your wrist a little too hard, he’d deeply regret it. You’re fragile. No one is supposed to hurt you.
Kaito insists that you live with him, or move in somewhere nearby so he can be as close to you as possible. He promises to take care of all of the bills so you don’t have to go outside and work. In the few instances that he’ll let you go outside, don’t you dare make eye contact with any other man for more than 3 seconds. Kaito is a very jealous man.
While you’re cooped up inside, Kaito really likes to spoil you. Whether it be clothes, food, sweets, you name it, he’ll get it. If it will make you happy. Not all jobs pay that handsomely, but he’ll give up his own needs for yours.
If you’re a bit younger than him then he’ll use that to his advantage. He’ll lecture you about how dangerous it is in Kamurocho and that you always need to stick with him at all times. Also the age difference (legal age, of course) kind of turns him on. Just a bit. Size difference is another secret fetish of his. Kaito would want his love to be smaller or weaker so he can better convince you to let him protect you.
Kaito isn’t part of the yakuza anymore so it’s easier to look after you. He knows that it scares you when he goes on dangerous jobs, but it makes Kaito so happy to see your excited face when he makes it home. It warms his heart and makes him feel like he’s finally at home. There would come a time when he’ll run out of steam, and he wants to spend his resting days with you.
He wasn’t much of a cuddler until he met you. Kaito thought it was a bit emasculating to cuddle, or even call it that, but he was turned around by the comforting sensation of being close to the one he loves.
Sugiura is a cool and mysterious character, so he can be very unpredictable. One moment he can calm and collected, another he’ll snap at you.
While he’s courting you, it’s stupidly easy to break into your home and watch you sleep. Well, there aren’t many locks that are a challenge for Sugiura. When he makes you his he’ll recommend a strong security system, but it’s not to deter him, of course. Sugiura is a master at stalking, you would never even know that he was watching you from afar.
Sugiura is incredibly overprotective but he never really admits that he is. His true motives are always hidden behind that bright and contagious smile. He’s already lost someone who was important to him, he isn’t going to lose you either.
When he’s not out doing… whatever he’s doing (Sugiura keeps you in the dark about what he really does for a living), I imagine that he loves playing video games with you. He’ll buy the new ones as soon as they come out. Even if you hear that they’re out of stock, Sugiura will somehow come home with a copy.
The type who isn’t shy when it comes to punishments. I mean, it won’t be his first response to any disobedience. It will only be reserved for extreme acts like daring to escape or skip town. That’s when Sugiura will feel absolutely betrayed. He sacrificed so much for you and you still don’t realize it.
Knifeplay is his poison. Nothing too deep, just small cuts. Maybe he’ll even carve his name somewhere. You can see it on his face, he enjoys this. So much so that he might try some of the blood that spills. It’s sickening how much he’s loving those pained expressions you make.
Higashi really didn’t expect to fall in love with a civilian, or fall in love period, yet here he is. You paid collection money to the Matsugane Family for your little family restaurant. Your family were immigrants from (country) and not many take kindly to that.
Higashi came by to collect the money you owe one day. He usually gets it from your mother but she was busy at the moment, so you stepped in. Unfortunately, you came up short, but Higashi saw how much you cared for your family. He decided to look the other way this time. I’m usually not this soft. Higashi thought to himself. He wouldn’t take collections too seriously but he wasn’t lenient either. Maybe your sweet nature robbed off on him.
Higashi wouldn’t exactly call it stalking, per se, it’s more like a cautious stake out. Yeah, that’s what it is. Totally not stalking. He’s just making sure that you’re safe. Higashi is so whipped it will take him forever to realize it. If you’re ever harassed by an enemy family, Higashi always steps in or he’ll order some men to keep an eye on you.
Deep inside, he can be a bit of a scaredy cat so it would take him a lot to put his hands on you. He gets really frustrated with himself if you just can’t realize that you need him. You’re only a civilian, a foreigner that’s easy prey for the less than holy types in Kamurocho. What he won’t tell you is that’s just a front for his true desires. Higashi just wants you for himself.
Higashi has a soft spot that he’ll only show you. He’d kill any of his men who saw him so vulnerable. That’s how he draws you in initially. Higashi can be really sweet if he wants to, he’ll just never admit it. He’ll do any favor you’ll ask of him and get you anything you want. Being a yakuza has its perks.
Higashi treasures the few intimate moments the both of you share.
Hoshino is so sweet on the surface, but deeply sinister underneath. He practically worships the ground you walk on.
You’re another lawyer who works beside him. It takes him so long to approach you because he’s super shy. Hoshino satisfies himself by taking pictures when you’re not looking. He prints out all of the photos and makes a shrine along with that mug you put your mouth on. It’s so cute that you’re still looking for it to this day.
Hoshino loves doing everything with you. One activity he loves the most is bathing with you. Something about sharing such an intimate moment with you in private is so appealing to Hoshino. He’ll offer to wash your back and expect nothing in return. The soft touch of your bare skin is plenty for Hoshino. If you’re insecure about your body then he’ll take extra time to appreciate every inch of you.
Before you go to sleep at night, he always waits for you to fall asleep. You just look so handsome when you’re asleep, Hoshino can’t help himself! He will take just a couple of pictures to savor the moments.
Hoshino isn’t much of a “punishing” type, only that he’s incredibly manipulative like Yagami. He’s a bit different in that he plays the victim and makes you feel guilty for even trying to leave him. Aren’t you happy with me? Why aren’t you happy? If you leave me, I’ll die! Hoshino has gaslit you so much you can’t even tell who’s being held captive here.
Something he may experiment with are drugs. If you aren’t being compliant he’ll slip something in your drink to “calm you down.” Hoshino found some contacts through Yagami.
Hoshino is a very good listener. He’d stay up all night just listening to you talk. You are the center of his world, he wants to make sure that you can tell him anything.
You were an up-and-coming detective who was assigned to be under Kuroiwa’s jurisdiction.
Kuroiwa would not have paid much mind to you if you were just some run-of-the-mill detective, but he was intrigued by your intellect. You graduated at the top 10% of your class, but it was confusing to Kuroiwa that you would pick this line of work. Your inspiration, admittedly, were those old detective films you used to watch as a kid. Also, your uncle who had a significant impact on you was a detective as well. As a kid, all of his stories were so exciting.
As you told Kuroiwa of your motivations, he couldn’t help but find your story so fascinatingly innocent. The naive wonder of your childhood seemed like paradise when it came to his experiences.
Then, this overwhelming feeling washed over him. The feeling that he needed to protect you. That adorable spark in your eye was too pure to be corrupted, but in this line of work, it was bound to happen.
Kuroiwa was known to be a very harsh superior among the other detectives, but he was notably more calm around you. It actually turned into a joke around the precinct that he might have a crush on you. They were kind of correct, but Kuroiwa would never admit it. He couldn’t even remember the last time he’s experienced the emotion that is called “love.” Kuroiwa would rather call it admiration, or respect for his junior.
Slowly but surely, his possessive tendencies began to show. With your outstanding work and recommendations, you were offered a high-ranking job in another prefecture. This began as a rumor from the higher-ups so it hadn’t gotten to you yet. Kuroiwa silenced the discussion as soon as he could. Taking samples from your handwriting, he forged a paper that made it seem like you refused the offer. You were perfectly fine where you were, why did you need to leave?
The close relationship between the two of you has to be kept on the down-low, for professional reasons. When no one is looking, Kuroiwa has deep conversations with you. He’s super stiff on the job but he opens up a little more as time goes on.
One day, during a very messy arrest, the suspect flees the cops. The suspect pulls a knife and grabs the nearest person to hold as a hostage, which was you, unfortunately. The usual strategy taught is to negotiate, but Kuroiwa took it into his own hands. With his incredible shooting skills, Kuroiwa managed to shoot the suspect without harming you. Multiple times, mind you. You thought it was a little too grotesque, but you let the idea go to thank your savior.
Kuroiwa likes the idea of you being dependent on him. The sadist in him loves it when you come running to him for help. Of course, you need him.
Pairing: Nishikiyama Akira x Male Reader
Source Material: Yakuza 1
Disclaimer: Spoilers for the ending of Yakuza 1.
“Nishikiyama-san? He’s just in room 320, on the third floor. Are you family?”
“Something like that. Thank you, ma’am.” (y/n) calmly bowed and walked to the elevators of the hospital, with a bouquet of flowers in tow. He wasn’t sure of which assortment he’d like, so the man just improvised.
Reaching the third floor and following the signs, (y/n) made it to his significant other’s door. It was guarded by two of the Nishikiyama family men, but (y/n) only had to show his face for them to move aside.
As he walked in, (y/n) could see the man he loved, seated up in a hospital bed, half of his body covered in bandages. His handsome features were stained with dark red burn marks along with his easygoing smile missing from his face. Before he came in, Nishiki was wasting his time staring at the blinds of the window, but he turned his attention towards the door to see you.
“Hey, Nishiki. You hangin’ in there?” (y/n) said as he closed the door behind him.
“As best as I can.” His voice was low and groggy, practically lacking emotion. Nishiki was one for sarcasm but he didn’t seem to be in the mood for jokes at the moment. (y/n) came into the room and sat the flowers next to the stand near Nishiki’s bed. He pulled up a chair next to the right side of Nishiki’s bed and took off his jacket. (y/n) held Nishiki’s right hand, gently, like he would hurt him if he grasped too tightly. Nishiki hardly made eye contact with (y/n). He didn’t return the grip, he just let his arm fall limply to his side.
“Has Kiryu come by?” (y/n) asked to lighten the mood. “He came when I just got here but he hasn’t come back.” (y/n) chuckled to himself. “I expected that. He’s not one to dwell on these sorts of things.” Then the silence had returned. (y/n) even tried to garner a reaction out of him by lightly drawing circles on his hand with his thumb, but he came up with nothing.
The silence continued to fill the room until Nishiki spoke up. “Could you take me up to the roof?” “Will the nurses let you?” “Yeah, I just need to let them know, but I’d need help getting into the wheelchair.” (y/n) nodded and called for a nurse. The nurse accepted his small trip up to the roof because she saw it as a good way for him to get some fresh air. Even she took notice of his aloof behavior.
Christmas had long passed, the New Years came and went, yet the winter air still lingered. (y/n) pushed forward the wheelchair out of the door frame and closed the door behind him. He then rolled the man in the wheelchair to a nice spot near the railings of the hospital.
“Is this a good spot, Nishiki?” (y/n) said, rubbing his arms to stop himself from shivering.
“Yeah, this is fine.” The male sat back into his chair and closed his eyes, feeling the cold wind over his skin that was still exposed. One side of his body had suffered horrible burn wounds to the point where he’s lost feeling in his left arm. (y/n) had proposed the idea of a prosthetic but Nishiki only kept quiet about the subject. (y/n) leaned against the railings and let out a deep sigh.
“(y/n), I want you to know that I’m sorry,” Nishiki said, still not making any eye contact with him. “Nishiki, seriously man. You can stop apologizing. I’ve forgiven you already.” (y/n) said. “I know, but I dragged you into my own mess, and I feel so… horrible about it.” (y/n) didn’t respond again, seeing how Nishiki was struggling with his own emotions. “You don’t know how many times I’ve wished that the blast killed me. Call me a coward as much as you like but I hated having to face you and Kiryu again.” Nishiki’s voice began to break up, like tears were threatening to fall.
Then, (y/n) squatted in front of Nishiki’s chair and took his right hand in both of his hands.
“Look, Nishiki. I think it’s completely normal to think the way you do, but I hate to see you like this.” Nishiki for the first time all day made eye contact with (y/n). “Ya know, I think Kiryu feels completely responsible for what happened, but he keeps going. Mostly because he would see your condition would worsen if you saw him moping.” Nishiki looked to the side with the mention of his brother’s name. (y/n) sighed. “I know you don’t like to be compared to him, but if he can move on, so can you. I only say all of this because I love you too much.” (y/n) laid his heart out in front of his beloved, and all Nishiki could do was laugh.
“What the hell did I do to deserve you?” Nishiki chuckled to himself. “Hmph, I could ask you the same thing.” (y/n) got up and placed a kiss on Nishiki’s forehead, all while not letting go of his hand. “It’d kill me if I left you how you are now, so let me help you through this. I can’t promise you’ll feel better overnight so you’ll just have to stick with me for a while, okay?”
“I wouldn’t mind that.”
Pairing: Jun Oda x Male Reader
Source Material: Yakuza 0
Disclaimer: Yakuza 0 spoilers? maybe?? I want to be careful but you should have played this game already.
As you were still new to the job, you accompanied your superior Oda during another attempt to clear out an area. This particular block owner was quite persistent and Oda didn’t see you handling this one on your own very well. You walked behind him in silence to the business complex until he spoke up.
“I won’t promise that this one will end peacefully. These ones usually like to put up a fight when you come back.” Oda said while facing you as they continued walking.
“No problem. I think I can handle myself in a fight.” A prideful smile appeared on (y/n)’s face. Oda laughed to himself and faced forward while walking. “Oh really? And who had to patch you up with that nasty hit from a golf club at the office?” Oda brought up then (y/n)’s face reddened. “T-that was a cheap shot anyway! Geez, when are you gonna let me take care of these guys on my own?” (y/n) caught up to his superior. “When I see that you can handle yourself in battle. And also when I think you won’t get yourself killed.” Oda said, whispering the second bit. (y/n) only caught the first part, but he understood what he meant.
They made it to the complex and walked up the stairs to the bar. It’s best to discuss these things while the businesses aren’t open so civilians don’t have to see what goes down. Oda stood in front of the door while (y/n) stood at the side as Oda knocked on the door. Like usual, the owner peaked his head out of the door to check. With the blemishes and wrinkles on his face, the man looked to be in his 40s or 50s. This bar had been here for a while, but to Tachibana Real Estate, time wasn’t a factor taken into consideration. Even after offering money, their tactics had to become a bit more forceful, and the old bar owner heard this through other businesses that were being bought out. When the middle-aged man caught sight of Oda’s face he tried to close the door, but Oda caught it with his hand.
“Yo, boss man. You aren’t trying to hide anything from me right? We just need to chat with you again.” Oda posed through the door with a welcoming smile. The man mumbled to himself and then opened the door.
“Fine.” He said lowly. “Glad we could get that across,” Oda said as he walked past the man, (y/n) wasn’t that far behind. Something felt odd to the inexperienced real estate agent. They usually put up more of a fight, coming from his experience on these runs. (y/n) and Oda walked through the entrance hallway of the bar. Suddenly, Oda leaned backward to dodge an oncoming metal bat. Of course, they would plan an ambush, but (y/n) was much more impressed when Oda managed to dodge it. From around the corner came 4 men, they didn’t seem too tough to handle. The bar owner from behind them spoke up.
“If you want to me to leave, you’re gonna have to take these guys down first.” the man said pridefully. “Get ready.” Oda stood close to (y/n) as he got into a fighting stance. He didn’t have his tonfa at the moment, but he didn’t need it to take down these guys. (y/n) took advantage of the cramped space and assorted chairs in this setting, so he kicked back one of the thugs into a chair and threw him into another one of his lackeys.
“Behind you!” Oda yelled out when the yakuza with the bat was about to knock (y/n) out. Quickly dodging the downward swing, (y/n) got in an uppercut in the hired help’s weak spot and knocked the air out of his chest. Oda had taken care of the last one and faced the cowering man. “We made a deal, right? You said that if we could defeat them, you leave, correct?“. The man cowardly fell onto the ground, hands and knees, and begged. “Okay, okay! I’ll leave, just please don’t hurt me!” Oda chuckled to himself. “Now, was that so hard? I’ll be expecting you pack up in the next week. Come on, (y/n).” Oda and (y/n) walked around the man and carried on to check out for the day.
After walking down the stairs, (y/n) spoke up again. “So, how’d I do? Could I handle myself there?” (y/n) pestered his senior. “Well, besides the part where you weren’t completely aware of your surroundings, you were alright.” “Wow, a compliment coming from you is rare, but I’ll take it. Does that mean you can trust me with those kinds of guys right?” (y/n) asked again.
“Nope.” Oda deadpanned. “Ugh, when are you going to give me a chance?” “Not anytime soon. Don’t get your hopes up.” Oda said, despite smiling to himself. (y/n) had joined Tachibana Real Estate as to pay a past debt by one of Tachibana’s friends. (y/n) was only meant to be “the help”, but sooner or later the bright-eyed agent started to fit right in. Tachibana saw him as a powerful asset and was dedicated to his work, so why not let him stay for a while? In some ways, Oda was enjoying the company
A few days later, (y/n) came in for work, early as usual. Going to the higher floors of the building, he went to the small desk Tachibana supplied him, as of (y/n)’s request. (y/n) noticed a small white note with sloppy handwriting on it. The note read: “Tachibana and I are dealing with a special client today so I won’t be accompanying you on this cleanup, so try not to get yourself killed. - your superior”. A sudden rush of excitement hit (y/n) as he finished reading the small note. There was another stingy bar that wouldn’t leave, and he was going to take care of it! All by himself! (y/n) felt like a child all over again.
I can’t just stand here all day, (y/n) thought. It’s best to take care of them while they’re closed.
Later that evening, Tachibana and Oda finish their business with a rival real estate group nearby. The sun had long set, and the city lights of Kamurocho were already out.
“It’s already late. Would you mind if we stopped somewhere to eat? There’s a place not that far from here I’d like to try.” Tachibana said as he looked at Oda.
“I don’t mind. I was getting hungry anyway.” Oda agreed and followed his boss to a taxi to drive them to their destination. The traditional style of the restaurant was peaceful, and the two found a seat in the back to safely talk. The men were waiting for their food in silence until Tachibana spoke up. “I’ve noticed you’re tenser lately. Something on your mind?” Tachibana asked. “I’m just worried about the kid. I let him handle the bar that needed clearing out today, but I hope he isn’t hurt or got himself killed.” Oda said, combing a hand through his hair. “Looks like you have something to protect,” Oda looked up from the table. “Well, of course. I’m his superior. What else is that supposed to mean?” “Nothing. That’s just something you have to figure out on your own.”
“I can’t figure it out if you don’t-”
“Your orders, gentleman.” Oda was interrupted by the waitress placing the plates of food in front of them. Tachibana spoke in cryptic words most of the time but usually, neither Oda or (y/n) could understand them. Well, of course, Oda cared for (y/n) because his boss would be quite pissed if he found out something happened to him. He’s a good kid, Oda thought. (y/n), even though he just transferred over to their job still puts his heart into it.
The two men finished their meals, and with a short car trip later, they return to their office. When going up to the higher levels, Oda spotted (y/n) at his small desk. Oda walked up to him. “So, how’d it go?” Oda asked while leaning on his desk. (y/n) stood up from his chair with his left hand behind his back. “It went better than I expected.” (y/n) explained with a prideful smile on his face. Then, Oda took in his appearance. His suit was still intact and there weren’t any cuts or bruises on the few places his skin was visible, except one place.
“What’s behind your back?” Oda asked.
“What do you mean, nothing’s behind my back.” (y/n) said while keeping his smile on his face. “Why’s your hand behind you then. You wouldn’t need to do that unless you were hiding something from me.” Oda continued to press (y/n) until he broke, which he finally did. “I knew I couldn’t keep this from you.” (y/n) sighed and frowned, holding out his left hand that had a bandage around it.
Oda took it to examine his wound, which had stained the white bandage red. “How did you get this?” Oda asked. “The owner got desperate and pulled a knife. I know, I should’ve been more careful but he caught me off guard. That guy was pretty skilled with a sashimi knife.” (y/n)’s eyes softened in embarrassment and looked up to Oda. “But I did good right?” (y/n) asked.
Oda could only laugh at his little mistake, which made (y/n) confused. “No, it’s alright. You did well. It’s just so hilarious that you got trapped by a trick as old as a sashimi knife. Were you spacing out when I told you to pay attention to your surroundings?” Oda calmed down from his laughing fit. “No, I was paying attention, honest! I just wasn’t expecting him to reach behind the counter, is all. You believe me, right?” “No, I believe you. I’m just having some fun.” Oda let go of (y/n)’s hand and started walking to Tachibana’s office. He stopped in his tracks and turned to (y/n). “Just wanted to let you know that you did a good job, even for your first time alone. Maybe I can trust you to do this by yourself more often.” Then, Oda turned around and continued on his way.
(y/n) waited for his superior to leave, then he triumphantly fist pumped the air and had a little victory dance.
The next day, (y/n) noticed another note on his desk, and this time it wasn’t related to work. It read: “The boss was generous enough to give us the day off tomorrow. Would you like to spend that day together? - Oda”. Which was what (y/n) could make out in the midst of a bunch of crossed out words and marked out sentences taking up ½ of the paper. Oh well, how could he say no to his superior?
(note: i’ll occasionally post some ideas that come to mind that aren’t long enough for an imagine. most of these will be in my queue.)
simon (gurren lagann) is a good boy. he does no wrong. he is the best at cuddles.
very hesitant to take it to the next level, but it’s okay because he’s with you.
he can be kind of domestic. he doesn’t mind cooking dinner once in a while and he can clean up after himself.
open to having children. however many are totally up to you.
you’ve known each other since you were kids.
the relationship starts pretty platonically.
when you both started going through puberty things got kind of awkward between the two of you.
Pairing: Michael Corleone x Female Reader
Source Material: The Godfather Series
Disclaimer: A collection of short imagines I wrote some time ago. Very long post by the way
“Imagine meeting Michael when he was a lot younger. Bright-eyed, and currently not the cold man he would become. He saw you from afar, and managed to build up the guts to talk to you. Michael was very sweet and you did see that he put effort into confronting you, so you gave him a chance.”
“Imagine telling Michael that you like to watch him think. He finds it weird but he doesn’t really mind. That dazed yet focused stare, you just never knew what he was thinking about. Was he planning on this world’s doom, or was he thinking about what would be for dinner? Who knows? That’s just the air of mystery behind that just draws you in.”
“Imagine that you are to be engaged to someone else. Someone who isn’t Michael. Michael had met the guy who had proposed to you. He was jealous, of course, but he knew it was selfish of him to think that way. Michael kept his jealousy to himself, he had to. Your daily conversations became weekly, you had complained about how your fiance wasn’t home very much, and he also had a history of drinking. It would be against his morals to kill the "man” you loved, so Michael had to come to terms with the fact that he has to spend the rest of his life knowing that you’re married to someone who won’t treat you like the princess that you are.“
"Imagine breaking up with Michael. You respected his job as the Don of a crime family and the responsibilities that came with it, but you became really anxious at night, thinking that he wouldn’t come home to you one day. The one thing that was the hardest to bear was when he told you that his bedroom was spread with bullets. So many thoughts were flowing through your head at the time. What if he was not aware of the men outside of his bedroom and was hit? How could you have lived with yourself with Michael gone? Then, you realized that you relied on him so much emotionally, you had gotten so attached to the man. These sorts of thoughts emotionally drained you, so you had to end it. As usual, you were kept under watch (Michael’s orders), and you were to not speak of any private matters that took place inside the large house, but that wasn’t the hardest part of the break up.
Your mental state had gotten even worse. At your job, your co-workers had commented on how unmotivated you were. After a while, you noticed you were losing weight. Making it a habit of skipping meals, you just didn’t have any drive to do anything really. Then it hit you, Michael brought out the best in you, in a way. Well, the people that you love can have that effect on you. Immediately, you started to regret your decision. This was all a phase, right? Isn’t this denial? You thought you were the only one in the world who felt this way, but you were wrong.
One rainy night, you were turning all the lights off in the house, preparing to turn in for the night. Your bed was calling you, and the soft trickling of rain seemed to make you even more tired. Until you hear the doorbell. Odd. Who could it be at this hour? You opened the door to see Michael Corleone, or what seemed to be him. Instead of the slicked back image, his hair was disheveled and the tie on his suit wasn’t exactly straight. The dark bags under his eyes that you were accustomed to looked darker than you last saw them and his slouching posture made him look deflated. Basically, he looked like he went through a storm. For a few moments, the two of you stood there in the doorway not saying a word, just staring into each other’s eyes. You didn’t need to say anything. Slowly, Michael engulfed you in a hug, and you gladly returned it. You had been in each other’s embrace for so long it felt like years until you separated.
"May I come in?”
DATING MICHAEL CORLEONE WOULD INCLUDE:
-Very brief moments of affection in private
-Him getting up in the morning before you
-Leaving behind lots of love notes to remind you how wonderful you are
-Both apologizing afterwards
-Getting undressed from across the room with his eyes.
-Late night talks when you both can’t sleep, snuggling up to each other, talking about each other’s problems
-Eating dinner alone sometimes
-Making up for his absence by taking you out to a fancy restaurant.
-Sitting on his lap at his desk
-Making it very clear that he wants children. Lots of children.
-Hooking an arm around you when you’re talking to a guy that is obviously flirting with you
-Going to sleep on opposite sides of the bed but finding yourself sleeping in his arms.
“Imagine after weeks of trying, you’re pregnant. Michael is absolutely thrilled, he now has an heir but he’s also happy that soon there will be a smaller version of him running around the house. Michael can’t stay with you the entire day, so he trusts that you can keep yourself and the baby safe. He’ll check on you whenever he can. Sometimes, he’ll even talk to the baby like it can hear him. You find it absolutely adorable. You were happy to have a family with this man.”
“Imagine a jealous Michael. Now we can all predict that a jealous Michael is a scary Michael. The setting is an anniversary party for an allied family in a large ballroom, and the Corleone family was invited. Michael’s engagement to you wasn’t exactly known by everyone, which was unfortunate for one guy. The guy that was currently flirting with you.
The food provided was a buffet, and you were dying to try their (favorite dessert). After you put the treat on your plate a man approached you. He was quite handsome, you admitted, and he did seem polite so you continued to talk with him. This did not make Michael happy. He was practically glaring daggers at the back of the man’s head. The way he made you laugh and have a blush slowly grow on your face, everything rubbed him the wrong way.
So, he swiftly got out of the chair and walked over to. You hadn’t noticed him until he wrapped an arm around your waist. Michael stared straight into the man’s eyes and introduced himself to the man.
"Good evening, sir. I see you’re keeping my fiancee company, aren’t you?”
Pairing: Kiryu Kazuma x Male Reader
Source Material: Yakuza 0
It was the usual evening in Serena. Kiryu and Nishikiyama had already helped themselves to their usual drinks, while Reina closed up the shop for her two regulars, soon to be three. Sitting across from his partner, Nishiki noticed that Kiryu was downing his drink a lot faster than usual.
“Bro, I don’t think it’s the best idea to get yourself wasted right before you tell him,” Nishiki said to Kiryu.
“If you felt the way I’m feeling right now, you won’t want to remember this at the end of the night.” Kiryu sighed deeply after putting down his glass. He was only going to ask out the man that he had held feelings for tonight. No big deal. Even Kiryu thought it was a little ironic that he has faced many lowly yakuza, taken punches from Kashiwagi, and managed to leave the Dojima family in one piece, yet he was about to soak his new suit in sweat just before asking someone out.
“I think you don’t have anything to worry about. It isn’t that likely that (y/n) would reject you. Hell, at the very worst, you’ll probably just remain as friends.” Nishiki tried to encourage his soul brother. For someone who is seen by most people as a hardened thug, (Y/N) was so down to earth, high maintenance wasn’t in his vocabulary. Another thing he knew was that (y/n) was a little too reserved for his own good and Kiryu would have to make his own move, which is what Nishiki and Reina were assisting with tonight. The idea is to leave the two alone, leaving Kiryu enough time to pull it off (and enough breathing room).
The first step was to wait for (y/n) to arrive, and much to Kiryu’s dismay, he seemed to be taking his sweet time. It wasn’t long after the second time Nishiki reassured Kiryu was when he heard the little jingle of the door that he was oh-so awaiting.
There stood (y/n) with a carefree but somewhat exhausted look on his face, greeting the three individuals in the bar. His (f/c) suit looked the same as always, eye-catching but not too flashy. Closing the door behind him, (y/n) greeted his two friends.
“Hey, sorry I was late. Some punks decided to stop me in the street earlier. They weren’t that important to have family pins but they were packing in number.” (y/n) sighed as he brought himself to sit at one of the red booth chairs in the bar. He slouched back in his chair. “I’d like a (f/d), Reina.” The owner of the bar nodded and served the drink to (y/n).
Now, the plan of attack was to start with some small talk and to catch up instead of firing the question right away. Luckily, (y/n) already had that step unintentionally covered, “Nishiki told me earlier about you becoming a real estate agent now. If I would have known better, I wouldn’t have thought that that was you sitting in this chair. You wearing white now?” (y/n) chuckled right before taking a shot of his drink.
“He’s getting himself a respectable job now to clear his name. Right now, Dojima and the rest of the officers don’t seem to care for Kiryu right now.” Nishiki assisted. “Y-yeah.” Kiryu could only muster out a word. “Well, I don’t mind. Though, it’s fascinating how you made it out of the Dojima office without getting more than your pinky cut off. Things like that don’t happen so easily.” (y/n) propped his head up with his arm, facing Kiryu to learn more about his story.
“Well, I guess the cards fell in the right place for me. I managed to face off against Kuze and Shibusawa managed to overhear him talking about letting me go anyways.” (y/n) exclaimed in awe. “Whoa. I would have chickened out the second Kuze even thought about fighting me. Heard he’s a boxing expert, it’s pretty cool you could face him.” Good thing the red that was creeping onto Kiryu’s face was overlooked on (y/n)’s part.
“Well, I’m sorry to interrupt Kiryu’s amazing story, but I have to go take a leak. You two catch up.” Nishiki, on cue, got up to use the bathroom. Great, now it was time for Reina to make her move. She waited for a few minutes and then opened her mouth.
“Excuse me, I have something to take care of in the back. It’s for a regular of mine.” Reina calmly bowed and walked into the back room of the bar. It’s all up to Kiryu now.
“Do you have any collections to run this Saturday?” Surprisingly, Kiryu forced that out of himself successfully. In thought, (y/n) leaned back in his chair. “Well, that depends how fast I work but I think I can finish all of them for Kazama by then. Why?” (y/n) asked with a curious look on his face.
“I found this nice western-style restaurant not too far from here. I thought we could go together.” Kiryu kept his cool the whole time, this wasn’t planned of course. “Sure! But I don’t think Nishiki is one for that style of food. You got anywhere else we could go?” “Ah, no. I thought it would be just you and me.” “Just you and me? Like a date?” (y/n) asked while his voice started to trail off. Kiryu could have sworn he saw a little glimmer of hope in (y/n). He can thank his trainers later for lessons on how to read opponents.
“Yeah, like a date. Though it’s completely fine if you aren’t interested in me like that. I know that was kind of out of nowhere.” Kiryu then started to clam up. (y/n) smiled. “No, that’s fine. I’d love to go.” (y/n) said with a calm smile on his face. “I never said anything because I thought you weren’t that kind of guy, but I’m glad you said something first.” “Really? I think I had to call upon all of my nerves to say anything to you.” Kiryu’s face held a nervous smile. For only a few moments, the two shared silence as Kiryu was trying to calm his nerves, which was interrupted when Nishiki and Reina walked in.
“Geez, Kiryu. I was starting to freak out when you were messing up. And it was kind of hard trying to find the right time to come in.” “Wait, you two were involved in this?” Reina nodded. “Of course. How else would Kiryu find the confidence to confess? It was getting kind of unbearable with the romantic tension in the room when you three meet up.” Kiryu’s serious look returned to his face. “Is it that obvious?” Nishiki let out a laugh. “Of course, buddy. You should have come to me sooner!”
“Of course not, because I knew Nishiki would tease me to no end,” Kiryu responded as he finished his drink. “Nah, it’s okay. It isn’t hard to believe that you would ask us for help. You have no relationship experience so it would make sense that you would be a total train wreck.”
“No, I would not! I just want to make sure I was doing it right!”
Nothing seems to have changed here.
Pairing: Majima Goro x Male Reader
Source Material: Yakuza 1
Disclaimer: Gets a little heated towards the end and some foul language. That’s it.
“(y/n)-chaaaaan, don’t ignore me,” a quite needy Majima whined to his equally crazy associate.
“What? Is your precious Kiryu-chan not givin’ ya any attention still?” (y/n) continued walking without making eye-contact with him. This little routine had been going on for about a week when the little lost puppy couldn’t find his toy. The subjects of that analogy being Majima and Kiryu. Since Majima’s little shift (or break), Majima would come to (y/n) about his future plans to trick Kiryu into fighting him. From spending the family funds in the equivalent of a B-movie budget, to hiding in trash cans and sewers, as well as borderline stalking. In some ways, this reminded (y/n) of the old days when he himself would get into certain situations to earn a brawl from Majima. The difference this time was that he wasn’t on the receiving end of pleasure.
“Nah, haven’t seen ‘im in a while. Been thinkin’ he might be dead, which would be a problem. I haven’t even gone all out yet.” Majima groaned, leisurely carrying his signature bat around while walking the streets. Funny. Majima didn’t know? Amazing how the guy who stalks 24/7 and spends so much time with their target doesn’t know that they killed a family patriarch and was now serving time. And yes, (y/n) delivered this with that much sass.
“Whaaaaa! When did this happen? I should’ve known about something like that by now.” Majima’s voice raised in surprise. Understandably so. 'Probably because if any of your lackeys told you they would get their heads caved in.’ (y/n) thought to himself. “Not that long ago. I’d figured you’d know since you seem to know his every move.’ (Y/n)’s sarcasm persisted. The two complicated lovers walked aimlessly in silence until Majima broke it of course.
"Well, why don’t you and I have a little tumble? We can go all out if ya like. But I’m warning ya that I’ll just keep going 'till I’m satisfied.” Both men stopped in their tracks. “No thank you, Majima. If you only see me as a second option then at this point, it’s not even worth it.” (y/n) looked to Majima to speak his mind, but turned away a few moments later to continue his walk. For a second, Majima took in what he said and continued to follow him. “That ain’t true, (y/n)-chan! You’ve been my first priority ever since I laid eyes on ya.” (y/n) then scoffed. “Really now? Was I your first priority when you started developin’ those elaborate plans to fight Kiryu. Was I really your first priority when you used our collection money to pull that zombie stunt? Don’t think that I forgot about that one.” Majima’s mad dog act was slowly starting to drop when (y/n) continued to bring up his antics. Majima grabbed a hold of one of (y/n)’s hands and lead him to an empty alleyway. (y/n) was in a little state of shock in return.
He was led into a grey alleyway, customary of this part of the city. Majima stopped dragging (y/n) along and turned to him. “Look I get it, you want me to stop talkin’ about Kiryu, right? If that’s what you want then you can tell me. I’m not as cold as you think I am.” Majima scratched the back of his head in uncertainty. “(y/n), you’re one crazy bastard, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. We’ve been through a lot of shit together and you haven’t decided to leave me yet and I appreciate it a lot, but with Kiryu-chan it’s- well I’ve got this- God dammit I’m not good with this sorta thing.” (y/n) sighed. “It’s fine Majima-chan. I was just trying to get you to break. I will admit though, I never saw you as the romantic type, even if it was a little half-assed.” (y/n) crossed his arms and wore a smirk on his face. Then, Majima’s face reflected how he felt like a fool for falling for his partner’s guilt tripping. “You sneaky shit! Here I was, actually getting an emotional moment but you weren’t serious at all! You could’ve just told me straight out.” (y/n) giggled at Majima’s distress. “I think you have known me long enough to know that’d be a totally boring approach, now wouldn’t it? I didn’t swindle over a hundred thousand yen out of a real estate agent for nothing. I’ve got a nickname for that which has been floating around because of that.” Majima had a visible pout on his face, and it in some way made (y/n) feel guilty. It was sort of unimaginative that the man in front of him who spent years trying to do the right thing is now throwing a silent fit because he got played by a trick. Really, it felt kind of ironic.
“I know, fighting the same person gets boring once in a while. Believe me I know that by experience, but it wouldn’t hurt to give me a little attention here and there.” (y/n) said with a sincere smile on his face, but then let out a laugh. “Geez, now you thought I couldn’t take a joke.” With a drop of a bat, Majima captured (y/n)’s lips with his own in a heated move. (Y/n) was a little caught off guard but quickly indulged himself in a rough make-out session. Like usual for the couple, Majima did not hesitate to leave marks behind, but this time the one-eyed man quickened his bites like he was trying to get to the main course. In his frustration, (y/n) was pushed against the wall in the alleyway. The feeling of Majima’s hot panting along his neck made (y/n) let out his own moans of pleasure. (y/n) couldn’t help not holding them in anyways since his lover’s leg was in between his, nudging the growing bulge in his pants. He was just getting caught up in the moment when Majima left him hot and bothered by disconnecting his mouth from his neck.
“I think I’ll punish you some more after I’ve got rid of my itch for fighting. That is, if you aren’t tired afterward.” Majima picked his fallen bat up and slung it over his shoulder in his style. (y/n) huffed in a cocky attitude. “I’ll take that bet. Now that you’ve left me in this state, I’ll want to take care of this real quick.” (y/n) got into his fighting stance. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Hey there, you can call me magnolia. I really appreciate you stumbling across my side blog. I’m a cis female and my pronouns are she/her. I have a wattpad account of the same name, if you’d like to check it out. Here’s my main blog but I hardly post on there lol.
Requests are open! Here’s what I write for:
-Too much anime and manga to name, so here’s my MAL
-For movies, here’s my letterboxd
-Pokemon series (XY, ORAS, SM, SwSh)
-Yakuza series (0-4 + Judgment)
-Idolm@ster (765, Cinderella Girls, SideM, Million Live, Shiny Colors)
-Persona 4 & 5/Royal
-Phoenix Wright (Trilogy, Apollo, Destinies, SoJ)
What’s cool to request?:
-Oneshots, imagines, scenarios, headcanons
-fluff or smut. both is cool
-specific scenarios are fine, actually preferred.
-if you’re not sure, just ask!
What I don’t write about:
-Smut with underage characters
-Don’t do ships, sorry. I prefer to write x reader stuff.
-Really “out there” kinks (i.e. watersports, hypno, inflation, body horror, vore etc. If you don’t know if something is okay, just ask.)
-Angst. If it’s
completely angst then it’s difficult for me to write. I can write angst
if there’s a somewhat happy ending, though.