i just had a silly little scenario in my head but like imagine instead of nishiki having his little villain arc due to literally no one giving a shit about him and always comparing him to kiryu, nishiki quits being a yakuza (though he prolly wouldnt canonically lol), gets a new stable job and life, and then when kiryu gets outta jail nishiki immediately comes to see him just to give him the biggest, well-needed hug 😔 i may or may not sound delusional but this is the ending i need, i just want a happy ending PLEAAAAAASE
i feel u so hard we need a good ending for our koi boi </3
honestly i feel this could happen in a nishiki gets very horribly drunk, has a mental breakdown at a bar, gets therapy-talked / pep-talked by an equally drunk stranger and wakes up the next morning having resigned by the yakuza by insulting kazama's drip until kazama was too tired to deal with his shit XD
this is a very crack-y promise, but angst can ensue! :D nishiki being confronted with the fact that he has neither money nor qualifications for acquiring a job! maybe working as a host until he's saved up enough to be able to do other shit.
since this would have to be inbetween yuko dying so that he can still lose it and attempting suicide / murdering matsushige, he hasn't gotten revenge on the doctor yet, so that could be a motivating factor in what field he wants to work in.
he'd probably do well at working in the nightlife industry, as a host or manager of a cabaret / host club. keep some underground ties, maybe contribute to this whole honest living thing by helping yakuza get a proper job (i think i read that he did stuff like that at some point on his wiki article but im no longer sure)
oor the popular idea of nishiki going into fashion. which i don't know nearly enough about fashion to comment on any of that but nishiki does have drip (potential) especially if he's not at 2005-box-suit level yet.
ooooor the idea of nishiki working as an independant investigative journalist with the primary goal of making the doctor's life a living hell. somehow he ends up involved in scandal after scandal and people soon fear him for how thoroughly he exposes corrupt businesses / politicians / whatever. his reporting has steadily been getting very good and he delights in the political power his articles and the populace's favour have gotten him. he is also very hard to get rid of because HE WAS IN THE YAKUZA AND HE CAN FIGHT.
i'd also honestly live for nishiki just not knowing what to do and attending university and finding a good friend group and getting the love he fucking deserves.
i'm actually now really into the investigative journalist idea asdfghjkmjnbvcfgt i blame the judge eyes series because this idea of investigative journalism i have has an overlap with detective work and DAMN JUDGEMENT IS SO GOOD.
anyway so because in this world, nishiki isn't plotting to murder kazama, he has a clear conscience and goes to pick up kiryu when he's released and reacclimate him into society. (also nishiki totally knows everything about what's going with yumi and jingu etc and can relay that to kiryu)
yo sorry for rambling so much the plot bunny population in my brain just starts increasing exponentially whenever i get to ramble about stuff <3
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in which Arthur and Allen and Gilbert are a couple of twinks exploring their sexuality by making out in Arthur's room after school
a/n: whats that? plot? in MY porn? 👀 they are baby gays, this happens a while after the other thing I once wrote a while ago (too tired to look for it rn but might add the link later). blowjob, handjob, and a bit of angst in the end.
„Mhmm.. Allen.. fuck.“
Arthur thrust his hips upwards a little, pushing deeper into Allen’s mouth, but the other was quick to pin his thighs back onto the bed and pulled away for a moment, teasing Arthur’s tip instead before completely pulling away for a second.
“Here..”
Arthur’s hand was guided to the back of Allen’s hand. He grabbed his hair, pushed Allen’s head back down immediately.
“Fuuuck.. how do you do this.. god, Allen..”
The mindlessly spoken praise was only answered by a muffled noise when Allen moaned with Arthur’s cock shoved down his throat.
Arthur threw his head back, burying it deeper into the pillow when he thrust his hips upwards again and pushed Allen’s head down a little more until he felt Allen’s nose nuzzled into his pubes. Fuck, did that boy even have a gag reflex? Arthur would be brooding with envy regarding Allen’s ability to take him down all the way flawlessly if he wasn’t to busy focusing on the pleasure said ability granted him.
Another muffled, almost breathless sound made Arthur realise that he should give Allen room to breathe. He loosened the grip he had on Allen’s hair. Some strands were still sticking up, but Arthur brushed away one that was stuck to Allen’s sweaty forehead, took the time to watch him suck the tip and flick his tongue over it until Allen caught his breath and went back to work Arthur's dick with his mouth and throat again.
Allen shifted a little and Arthur witnessed him pulling one hand up from.. from.. had he been jerking himself off while sucking Arthur’s dick?
Fuck. The thought alone would’ve been enough to make Arthur cum then and there, but he bit his lip hard and tried to hold back. Not yet.. please.. just a little more.. a little longer..
The tight grip on Allen’s hair returned when he went to gently massage Arthur’s balls. The soft vibrations of a low moan went straight to Arthur’s dick, making it jerk in Allen’s mouth and causing more precum and saliva to dribble down his length.
Allen quickened his pace. He moved his body with every bob of his head, grinding the erection straining his boxers against the crumpled up bedsheets beneath him, now that both of his hands were occupied fondling Arthur’s thighs and balls.
“No! Fuck, go back I’m gonna- Allen!“
Allen had pulled away for only a moment to run his tongue piercing over the sensitive tip of Arthur’s cock, but was immediately guided back down again. Who would’ve know that all it took to push Arthur over the edge was another flick of his tongue? Allen would take note of that.
Arthur pushed Allen’s head down far enough to force his nose into his curly pubes again. With a breathless moan Arthur came down Allen’s throat, pulling his hair and digging his nails into his skalp.
Pleasure and exhaustion had taken over Arthur’s body all at once and it took Allen lightly tapping his thigh to snap him from his blissful high and let go off Allen’s head. He mumbled an apology when he noticed tears threatening to spill from the corners of Allen’s eyes.
“Don’t worry, it felt.. good..”
Allen’s voice was a little hoarse and he cleared his throat before gathering a drop of Arthur’s cum that had escaped his lips on his index finger and licking it clean. Fuck, Arthur thought as he watched Allen’s lips wrap around his sticky finger and let his head fall back onto the pillow. He closed his eyes for a moment but opened them again when he felt Allen laying down beside him.
Arthur turned to his side and made a little more room for Allen on the bed, it being only a single once forcing them to stay close to each other. Close enough for Arthur to feel Allen’s still very present erection nudged against his thigh.
“So you liked it?” Allen asked with a rather playful smirk on his lips that Arthur couldn’t help but stare at. He had wiped his mouth after cleaning his fingers with relish, but Arthur wondered if he would still taste himself if he kissed Allen now.
He rolled his eyes. “Oh shut it, you wanker.”
Before Allen could ask if the crude moniker was an omen for him having to get himself off tonight, his lips were occupied by the kiss Arthur had just fantasised about being brought into action. Complaining was out of question, especially when Arthur nibbled his bottom lip, knowing it would make Allen weak. He parted his lips to moan, but the sweet noises were quickly swallowed by Arthur, kissed and licked off Allen’s tongue as the kiss was deepened.
“Wait,” Arthur ordered and pulled Allen’s hand away from where he wanted to palm himself through his boxers, “let me do that.”
“Oh, o-okay..” Allen stammered, but lifted his hips when Arthur tried to pull down his boxers. Together they made quick work of pushing them down enough to expose Allen’s cock. It was flushed a dark shade of red, just like Allen’s cheeks.
Arthur couldn’t help but huff with amusement, causing Allen to hide his face in embarrassment. It wasn’t like they hadn’t seen each other naked or aroused before, no, and it wasn’t the first time they got each other off either. Hell, Allen thought to himself, they’ve been friends for years and he’d just had Arthur cum in his mouth. Yet this is what he’s getting embarrassed about? His best friend, who’s dick he’d just sucked, seeing his own throbbing erection that’d been caused by said dick sucking action?
Allen groaned, initially with frustration but Arthur immediately started stroking him with just the right amount of pressure and turned Allen's groan into one of pleasure.
Arthur's lips turned into a smirk when Allen became undone so fast under his ministrations. His low hums and moans were an even sweeter sound than the new mcr album playing in the background.
"Can we kiss again?"
The question caught Arthur off guard, making him falter for a moment, before he nodded sheepishly. He wanted to shuffle closer to fullfill Allen's request, but was pulled into a clumsy kiss by Allen's harsh grip on the front of his t-shirt.
Their noses bumped against each other's, teeth clicking together a few times before they found the right position to properly find each others lips. Arthur brushed his thumb over the slick tip of Allen's cock, drawing another moan from him. Allen greedily bucked his hips into Arthur's hand on his search for the right angle, the right pace, the right touch.
"Hmm, Artie..." Allen murmored against Arthur's lips inbetween kisses. He felt so hot, a scorching heat that had spread from his abdomen to every end of his body until he could hardly take it anymore.
"Yes?" Arthur whispered innocuously. But Allen could feel the smirk on his lips when he pulled his friend closer again, clenching Arthur's already crumpled t-shirt even harder and nudging the tip of his tongue against Arthur's lips to coax them apart. The other happily obligued and carded the fingers of his free hand through Allen's hair. When they reached the back of Allen's head Arthur grabbed a fistful of his soft hair.
The sudden light pain of his hair being pulled made Allen's jaw fall open and his eyelids flutter. Arthur made a mental note to use that move on him more often.
Together with the increased speed of Arthur's strokes and the prickling feeling of Arthur's lips and teeth now on his neck, the sharp pain made Allen shiver and desperately snap his hips.
"Artie..." Allen's voice was almost inaudible. "Fuck, I'm-"
"Yes.." Arthur mumbled into Allen's neck, hot breath tickling tanned skin.
With a shudder, Allen came, spilling all over Arthur's hand and the hem of his shirt. The stains would be hell to clean, Arthur thought to himself, but seeing Allen's features relax slowly, his lips swollen from kissing and parted with a silent moan, eyelids fluttering with every twitch of his cock in Arthur's ha-
"Arthur? Your brother let me in, he said-"
He had been lying with his back towards it, but when he heard the sound of his bedroom door being opened Arthur immediately rolled over.
"Gil?!"
To say the look on Gilbert's face was surprised would be an understatement. He blinked a few times, as if he couldn't believe what was happening right in front of him. Or what had been happening, judging by the discarded underwear and by how flushed Arthur's and Allen's faces were.
"Oh shit..." Allen scrabbled about for his boxers, cursing under his breath when he tried to reach them while keeping his decency (as far as that was even possible anymore).
The sound of Allen's voice snapped Gilbert from his thought and he covered his eyes and hastily turned away, but the image of his best friends.. in bed together.. naked from the waist down.. It would take a while to forget this, if it would be possible at all. Gil's cheeks were burning with a blush that turned his pale cheeks bright red. "Fuck! Sorry.. I- I'll leave."
Gilbert pulled the door shut, but didn't move. His eyes burned as they filled with hot tears that he tried to blink away as good as possible. Arthur and Allen always claimed to be nothing but best friends.. but first he caught them kissing in their smoking spot behind the school and now this.. Seeing his crush with someone else was already painful enough, but that someone being their shared best friend.. and worst of all, Arthur didn't even know how bad he hurt him.
A few shaky breaths later Gilbert felt ready to at least get back to the front door and out of the house without attracting Arthur's brother's attention, but the moment he set foot to finally leave, the door behind him was ripped open.
"Gil!" The surprised look on Arthur's face and the way he startled made it obvious that he had expected Gilbert would be long gone by now. But then again.. was he going to run after Gilbert only in boxers and a t-shirt? The idea was oddly flattering.. "Please don't go."
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