#Goro Majima x reader

[gaiathemexicanbeauty]

yakuza sleep headcanons! (_ _).｡o

warnings: none! pure fluff and maybe a tiny bit of suggestive stuff

i finished kiwami and i wish i was dead but on the bright side, at least i can write for y0 nishiki right guys 😆😆😆😆😆 i am so totally normal about the ending yup

i can finally write for him now so i added that! <3

OTHER THAN THAT PLS ENJOY 🫶🏼 and don’t forget to check out my ask box 🤭

kazuma kiryu (｀_´)ゞ

so maybe i’m the only one who thinks this but kiryu sleeps like a fucking rock, nothing wakes this guy up; a literal bomb could explode and he would flip on his side in his sleep like nothing

if you have the strength to do so, he won’t feel if you try to shove him awake, he just adjusts himself

this is kind of unimportant but i also think in terms of sleepwear, he’s just a plain t-shirt and sweatpants (if he’s too tired, he’ll sleep in the clothes he’s already in, maybe he’ll take off the coat)

also he definitely snores so be ready to deal with that, he’ll try to stop but he snores like a dad is the best way to describe it

he likes to sleep in but he’ll be up early and ready if he really needs to

or if he can be convinced to wake up ;D

when shoving him doesn’t work, you finally break out the big guns; big guy needs his sleep but you’re lonely, what can you say?

at first, you’ll mess with him, pinch his cheek or poke him in the side

he’ll grunt a bit, shift in bed and furrow his brows as he buries his face further into the pillow

finally, you’ll crawl on top of him to lay on his back and press your cheek against it, humming in delight at the warmth and at the feeling of his heartbeat (is that possible? sorry guys im not a doctor 🫶)

“kiryu?” you coo in his ear, pressing a soft kiss to the shell of his ear and then to the nape of his neck

he’ll stir underneath you, definitely having felt your weight

lots of giggling, whispering, and plenty of kisses later, you jump before smiling softly at the feeling of kiryu’s hand that has moved to your thigh, squeezing it

“morning, handsome.” you say, smiling as he lazily drags his fingers against your thigh and opens a sleepy eye at you

he grumbles a greeting back at you, using his free hand to pat the empty spot in bed next to him where you had just been laying

you lay back next to him, eagerly cuddling up to him as he turns on his side to wrap his arms around you with a soft sigh

you immediately take the chance to press a kiss to his lips, a quiet hum of approval leaving kiryu as he hooks one of your legs around his waist so that the two of you are pressed together even closer

wordlessly, you know this means he isn’t quite ready to face the day and get out of bed, especially when he tucks your head slightly into his chest as you smile

goro majima ψ(｀∇´)ψ

his go to sleepwear is just boxers, i can’t imagine him wearing clothes to bed for some reason, this guy probably goes around telling people that sleeping naked is healthier

and he also likes to see you in the few t-shirts he owns, i don’t see him owning very many; maybe one or two if he plans to get dirty or something

he’s a light sleeper, he seems like he is in kiwami at least but maybe not yakuza 0, but i think that in both he has trouble falling asleep

if he’s not home by 8:00 pm, its probably because he’s out finding the next thing to keep him up

i think he’d have alot of night terrors, maybe even insomnia and it frustrates him bc his mind is forever going 18403202 miles a minute

he also snores but i feel like a gentle kick in the leg is all it takes and he’ll just grumble at you and toss an arm over your body before knocking out again

he simply DOESN’T wake up early, if someone tries it he will start swinging and that’s a guarantee

but it’s a different story when it comes to you, he’s a little more willing to wake up before noon

he is always trying to get you to come back to bed; whatever the reason you have to be up early, he has an even better reason for you NOT to do whatever it is you have planned

if you start stretching against him, he’ll bury his face in your shoulder or the nape of your neck and press you towards him as close as possible without a word

he’ll kind of laugh a bit, his breath tickling your ear (he’s still half asleep mind you ;D) as he asks “where ya running off to this early, huh?”

if you’ve managed to sit up, he’ll sit behind you with either of his legs next to yours and your back pressed against his chest, trying to persuade you back to bed

he’ll kiss at your neck and the upper part of your back, his lips staying on your skin long enough that you miss the feeling when he pulls away

he squeezes your waist before wrapping his arms around you and sitting like that, relishing in the silence his mind so greatly enjoys when he’s around you with his face buried in your neck as he sighs softly

that is, until you try to squirm away and majima shouts “HO BOY, i’m SOOO tired all of a sudden!”

“majimaa!!” you yelp as he throws himself backwards onto your shared bed with you still in his arms

you giggle and kick your legs in a useless attempt to get away as he pretends to fall asleep, exaggerating the sound of his usual snoring

akira nishikiyama (^_-)≡☆

i asked my friend who’s played all the yakuza games what they think he wears to bed and they said he sleeps naked and in silk sheets and we went as far as saying he smells good in kiwami but smells like cheap cologne which made me laugh

while i did agree with them on all of this, i think that while he is getting to know you, he sleeps in a long t-shirt and boxers and maybe he ties his hair up (he calls it his “no one is going to see me outfit”)

he’s the ‘i need my beauty sleep’ bf and he probably sleeps in one of those eye masks with the goofy slogans like ‘dont wake me up before i’ve had my coffee’

i don’t think he snores, he’s like that clip of trixie mattel saying she doesn’t fart in front of her partner so he thinks its embarrassing and if you ever hear him, you just don’t say anything bc you know he’s sleeping well

he’s a night owl, most of the time he’s out on the town with kiryu or maybe you can be convinced to join them or go on a late night date

if he’s on his own, he’ll just crash into bed next to you and immediately cuddle up close to you and burying his face in your hair before sighing softly

but it doesn’t take a lot for him to be persuaded to stay home with you

if you ask him to just lay with you, he is more than happy to just stay there with you with, his chest against your back while one of his hands plays with your fingers and intertwines them with yours

he’ll rub his thumb over your palm and your wrist right over where your pulse is, throw out a joke about how he can feel your heartbeat but you can practically hear the smile in his voice

to get to sleep, all you have to do is come up behind him and press a kiss to his cheek or his temple, he seems like a tall guy so you’d probably have to stand on your tiptoes to do it

he’ll kind of hum at you when you wrap your arms around his waist and squeeze him close to you, take your hands and press soft, lasting kisses to your knuckles and he’ll turn around to look at you as you finally lead him to bed

waking up is less romantic though, it’s like trying to wake up a child on some days (of which there are many)

much unlike the soft wake up calls with kiryu and majma, nishiki is stubborn until the end, he will just flip on his sides or on his stomach and flap his arm at you to leave him alone

you’ll get out of bed and grab his arms if you can, trying to pull him up even when nishiki is very purposely leaning back and pleading for you to let him sleep; “this beautiful, glowing face needs 5 more minutess..” he whines as you tug on his arms

at some point, he’ll finally let go of your arms before he swiftly wraps them around your waist and bury his face in your stomach

“it’s too early to be doing this, darling, come onn!” he says with a muffled voice, about to say something else before you cup his face to make him look at you and you can’t help but giggle at the small pout on his lips before you lean down and press a soft but passionate kiss to his lips

it slightly takes him by surprise, the suddenness of it and the intimacy of it making him wrap his arms around you before pull away, his lips chasing after yours

a moment of quiet and nishiki winks at you before he swiftly throws you over his shoulder and using his best impression of a monster, he growls out “i have the power of 1,000 men and i need breakfast!”

WOWOOWOW I DID ITT I POSTED and now i will disappear for 6 months and post a 10k fic about yakuza /j

BUT ANYWAYYYS thank you all sososo much for reading, it really does mean the world to me 🫶 im not very far into the yakuza series but i am steadily but surely working my way through it

IM SO SORRY IF NISHIKI’S PART SOUNDS SO RUSHED i tried to wing it which is a very bad decision but i hope it still has SOME semblance to the man of the hour

for now, wherever you are, have a good night, day, or afternoon and stay safe and kind! <33

[ymiwritesstuff]

What They Call You | Goro Majima, Kazuma Kiryu & Akira Nishikiyama

Hello, I'm here with some headcanons for some of the Yakuza boys bc I love them all and my brain is craving content for them AAAA! Anyway, here are some headcanons of what they'd call their s/o, hope you enjoy!! ❤️

Notes: Fluff, some mild suggestive themes, spoilers for Yakuza 1/Kiwami during Nishiki's segment, mild angst

Goro Majima

Darlin' - This one is the default for him, the one his s/o will hear the most. It just flows off his tongue effortlessly, he hardly even realizes he is calling you that in the first place. The drawl of his Kansai-ben also really adds to the experience, making the pet name feel extra unique and exclusive.

Doll - This is the one he uses when he really wants to sweet talk. And oftentimes he pairs it with remarks about how pretty you are in his eyes. There is some slight silliness in it but for the most part, his overly honeyed words and compliments are almost always accompanied by this pet name.

Baby/Babe - Putting these two together because I feel like he'd use both in the same situations. Though I feel like "Baby" would be more so used when he and his s/o are intimate. In general, though, he uses one of these to surprise you, as you are so used to his usual "Darlin'". When one of these leaves his mouth, he's silently asking something of you. Usually, it's sexy time.

Princess/Prince - 100% most used when he wants to tease his s/o or is in the process of pampering them with lavish gifts or an unusually affectionate kiss. With this one, he just wishes to let you know how highly he thinks of you and how important you are to him. It leaves you with warmth on your cheeks almost every time.

Kazuma Kiryu

Your Name - Listen, Kiryu isn't too big on pet names, simply because to him, there isn't anything better to call you than your name. It's just much more special to him than any other nickname could be. He likes your name, so why wouldn't he use it? Sure, his s/o might feel like it's somewhat serious and not as light-hearted as it could be with traditional pet names, but really, Kiryu just wants to let you know that your name is all that he needs to call you, because nothing else would be able to convey his feelings better, in his opinion.

Dear - Now, despite what was said in the previous paragraph, there are still some times when this man will use a pet name. This one in particular is used if he and his s/o are married. He's a traditional, gentlemanly husband, so he uses the most traditional pet name there possibly is. Admittedly, he felt strange saying it at first, but it quickly became second nature, and he soon grew to love calling you that.

Beautiful - This is pretty self-explanatory. Whenever Kiryu uses this one, he is simply describing what he sees. To him, his s/o is the most beautiful thing there is, and him saying this out loud, is a verbal confirmation of it that admittedly leaves you somewhat flustered.

Cutie Patootie - He tried this once after seeing it on the internet. Bad idea. You almost died laughing. Never again.

Akira Nishikiyama

Babe - Nishiki's default. This one is rather broad, as he uses it with anyone who happens to strike his fancy if he is not already seeing someone, so it doesn't feel as exclusive when he and his s/o do get together. However, he somehow is able to make it sound special and different compared to how you used to hear it before you officially started dating. The charming smile he so often wears is surely a partial reason for this.

Sweetie - This one is saved for his s/o. It's a lot more tender and dare I say, sweet, perfect for when you two have been together for some time. Usually, you'll feel a kiss on your temple or cheek right after hearing him call you by this pet name. It warms your heart and you cannot help but smile a little. He is always genuine whilst addressing you in this way, and you know it. You hear it in his voice and see it in his eyes.

Sexy - To absolutely no one's surprise, Nishiki is a flirt, and he knows it. Whenever he is in a teasing mood, expect him to whisper sensual compliments to your ear along with this pet name. He is fully aware of what he is doing and needless to say, this is a word he calls you a LOT during intimacy. Usually, it's mixed with praise or, you guessed it, more compliments on how amazing and hot you are to him.

Mine - SPOILERS FOR YAKUZA 1/KIWAMI! When he calls you his, it's usually out of fear, though anyone can see the underlying possessiveness in his eyes. Deep down, he doesn't want to lose you, not after having already lost so many people dear to him. His sister, Kiryu, he absolutely can't deal with loss any longer. You see the change in his behavior, hear the sternness of his voice, and hear the hunger in his tone as he claims you with his words. Pre-Kiwami Nishiki would never say it in such a way, hardly at all if we are honest, but he has changed, and he is desperate to have you stay with him. So he holds you tight, vigorously telling you how you belong to him.

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Burnout - Goro Majima x Reader

Summary: A bad day at work leads to coming home exhausted and irritated, but you end his day on a good note.

Warnings: Some spoilers from Kiwami 2

A/N: From now on I'll be only sharing my works on here and on Ao3 because the Yakuza tags on Wattpad are dead 😔

Available on AO3

He couldn't wait when it was time for him to leave. The loud sounds of metal clinking and saws going off was one thing that gave him a headache, but his some of his subordinates were the biggest factor. Whatever needed to be done today can wait till tomorrow. All he wanted to do now is to get home to unwind.

Majima mopes to the front door of his home. His body slouches up against the door frame as he fishes for his house key in his pocket. He slowly inserts the key and opens the inside of his home. As he steps foot inside, he was welcomed by the intoxicating smell of food being made in the kitchen.

He smiled. He could finally relax.

He was grateful to have you. Not for what you do for him, but how much you look past of what he does for a living. Others would flock to safety due to his crazy demeanor, but you never did. You found him to be intriguing.

Majima removes his shoes and makes his way into the kitchen to find you throwing together dinner. Various ingredients scattered amongst the counter.

He approaches you from behind quietly. His hands find their way around your waist followed by a kiss on your cheek causing you to slightly squirm from the hairs of his goatee tickling you. His weary body pressed against your back watching you cutting up the last bit of vegetables.

"Whatcha' making?"

"It's katsudon. I've been wanting to try it lately. I think you'll like it."

"Anythin' you cook will always taste great." His kisses your shoulder.

You throw the chopped onions into the pan and turn to face him with his hands remaining around your waist. The crevices underneath his eye could tell that it was another stressful day for him.

Your hands reach for his eyepatch carefully removing it from around his head. The eyepatch was the only thing that could hide his flaw from anyone. In fact, you were the only person to see him without it. He was always used to wearing it when being out in public or with his close ones. It was part of his identity. Sometimes without it, it made him self-conscious, but your touch says otherwise.

He watches your gaze soften as you briefly trace your thumb underneath his missing eye. The corners of his mouth twitches upward as you lean into him, pressing your lips against his closed eyelid. Your sweet gesture causes him to melt.

"Another bad day, huh?" Your hand runs through his dark hair.

He replies with a groan. The therapeutic feeling of the nails of your fingertips gently raking his scalp causes him to become slightly drowsy. He rests his chin on your shoulder and closes his eye.

"I'm sorry to hear that it's been stressful."

"It's no longer stressful now that I'm home with my Y/N-chan." He mumbles with a smile.

"You're sweet." You lift his head up from your shoulder and peck him on the lips.

"Go get cleaned up. I'll have dinner ready when you get out."

~~~

Majima's eyes were glued to the TV as he laid in between your legs. The two of you settled in on the sofa watching a movie. His head rested on your chest listening to the soft rhythmic beating of your heart and your fingertips stroking the textured tattoo of his bare back. He soon became lost in his thoughts.

The thought of having to get up the next day for work to leave you in the bed alone once again. It made him depressed.

Majima's breathing became slightly irregular as his emotions changed.

The grip around your waist tightens catches your attention.

"Is something bothering you?"

A nerve struck him. He hardly cried. He hated crying, but your confrontation was stirring sad emotions within him.

"Just work is all, doll. Nothin' for ya to worry about." His voice slightly cracks.

He lied. He always hated to tell you about what goes on at his job knowing what he does is controversial.

"I know it's been more than work. Something's eating you."

Your words of concern allowed more tears to escape from him.

In truth, the stressful workload between the construction and the conflict within the Tojo clan was starting to get to him. To top it all off, he was working with men who hardly had a brain.

God forbid he has to tell you about relying on his critical instincts to diffuse a bomb the other day.

He stayed silent. You were catching on quick and there was no other lie to back him up. He didn't think he could keep his composure any longer when he felt you sitting up.

You help him sit up only to have him lowering his head to hide the stream of tears.

"Goro... You can look at me."

He feels your fingertips brushing underneath his bearded chin to lift his head up.

His cheek was wet, and his eye was red. His face tightens as he tries to hold back his tears to speak.

"I know you hate to talk about what goes on with your job, but you shouldn't keep your issues bottled up."

"I know, baby." He wipes his face. "I just don't want to sound like a burden to you."

He felt your fingers moving the strands of his slightly scruffy hair away from his face then cupping his cheek.

"You're no burden to me."

He knew your words meant sincerity, but the stress was starting to take a toll on him physically and mentally. He was tired and frustrated from the spiraling events. The last thing he would do was to nag your ear off.

"I can't remember the last time you've had a day off."

"Me neither." He sighs. "It's just the construction that's been a lot. A lot more responsibility. Maybe after it's all done then work won't be as stressful as it has been."

"I hope work eases up for you." Then an idea came to you.

"How about you call out in the morning? I understand that you feel like you can't take your eye off of your men, but I know Nishida-san can be trusted to take care of everything. Besides, you need it."

He gave thought your idea. A day off was what he needed. But one day away from work felt like a whole week when working with half-witted men.

"If anything bad happens while you were out, I'm sure you'll whip your men back into tip-top shape."

The joke made Majima titter. "I suppose I can do that."

Another hand reaches for his other cheek bringing his lips to yours. The pace of his heart picked up as he was brought into a feeling of bliss. The feeling of your warm hands traveling away from his cheek down to his bare chest sent tingly sensations throughout his body.

"We'll do something fun tomorrow. Just me and you."

"I'd like that." He smiles.

[gay-dorito-dust]

I have a Yakuza 0 request. Can I please have headcanons about what words and actions would melt Majima’s heart? It can be if someone is in a relationship with him already or not.

This man is guarded as shit, even more so after the events of y0 but since we’re focusing on y0! Majima, he’s sure as shit not letting anyone pass those towering walls of his.

However you somehow managed to slip through the missable cracks in his defences and made your cosy little home in his heart and now he’s stuck with you.

Anyways, on to what would make this man melt like butter:

Genuine tender touches: Majima had rarely -if ever- been given the opportunity to be treated as though he were a fragile porcelain doll on the brink of breaking from it’s fissures, fractures and other cracks.

At first he’d be adverse in letting you touch him but overtime or perhaps by pure accident, Majima would find himself falling apart in your tender touches as the pads of your thumbs would map out his face, feather light caresses kissing his skin that the mad dog of shimano couldn’t help but allow himself to be completely at your mercy.

In that moment you had all the power to destroy him but you chose to nurture, to love, to care for him instead despite knowing all the atrocities he’s committed as a Yakuza. Yet none of that didn’t matter to you as you picked up all pieces and put him back together again.

It was the first time in a very long time that Majima allowed himself to be put into the care of somebody else, uncaring if by the end of it he’ll end up with a knife in his back, for it all would’ve been worth it to know what being cared about felt like.

‘You can stop pretending Majima, shows over, it’s time to take off the mask.”

This would probably occur at the end of Y0 where he goes full mad dog. Which I’ve seen a video once saying that it’s an act Majima puts up as an illusion of sorts from the severely damaged man that laid beneath the violent, borderline psychopathic facade.

So when you say this to him one day, he’s reminded that you could see through his bullshit, see through the illusion and lies he lead himself to blindingly believe, despite knowing himself how full shit they were. So to have someone who wasn’t so easily scared off by his facade made Majima feel relived that he didn’t have to constantly put himself into near exhaustion by masking the truest version of himself.

The wicked grin would fall and his crazed eye would become tired, worn and haunted. His entire posture would slump pathetically as he allowed himself into your awaiting arms, practically half dead from the sleep he’s missed by insomnia and night terrors.

You bring the peace and silence he’s been so desperately yearning for:

You bring calm to his tormented mind and it’s the oasis he so desperately needed; Sure it may not heal all his wounds but he’s take whatever he could get.

So whenever Majima felt his most restless he’d surly find you nearby offering to join him in his late night smoke. (depending on if you do/ do not smoke. If you don’t -like me- your just keeping him company.)

He’d often tell you that your sleep didn’t have to suffer because his was but you discarded his concern by saying you’d rather be of help to him even if it meant derailing your own sleep pattern to do so.

What he doesn’t tell you is that your mere presence silenced his thoughts and cleared his mind without even having to try. You were the one to ward off the demons from his head. Protecting him from the worst of memories and you didn’t even know you were doing it.

When you’ve solidified yourself as his safe place, his home.

Whenever he told anyone that he was ‘heading home’ what he actually meant was that he was heading back to you and the place you two shared. The building didn’t mean shit to him but you being within it certainly did.

The life and colour you brought with you never failed to remind Majima that despite how use to it he was by now, he was still brought back to the very first time he felt that warm and cosy feeling within his chest.

Back then he would’ve approached it with caution but soon enough he’s grown to accept that this was something he only felt with you. Majima was so use to bland walls void of personality and shelves bare of any trinkets or memorabilia of the past. The places he use to occupy looked and felt as though no one lived there, despite evidence of old cigarette buds and the faint scent of his cologne.

Now, his house became a home the moment you stepped through the threshold and decorated it with your personality and trinkets that litter every shelf and even the window sills because there was so much of you to give out.

Majima realised that you became his home when he didn’t feel the need to hide his hideous side from you, or even hide the issues he faced within his head on a regular basis.

Majima realised that you became his safe place when after telling you his entire past and you didn’t shrink away from him or looked at him differently then you did to begin with, understanding and open minded in hearing him out to the story’s conclusion.

Your hand remaining in his own the entire time. Unflinching in your silent conviction to staying with a man as broken as him.

[itz-wanderer]

Hi! Can I get Kiryu, Majima, and Ichiban with a chubby s/o please? I love your writing and hope you're doing well! ❤

Hello-!! Thank you so much and yes I'm doing well but just busy these last few weeks that's why I haven't been able to write some of the requests but thank you for waiting patiently 💙 so here it is

I hope you enjoy!

Kiryu, Majima, and Ichiban with a chubby s/o

Kiryu Kazuma

- All your insecurities would melt away with Kiryu on your side because he doesn’t care either. Never even once has he thought about how you’ll look better if you were thinner. He loves you for being you. He still thinks that you’re beautiful inside and out.

- He’s an affectionate partner so he always peppers you with kisses especially on the parts which you feel insecure about. When you two were just started dating, he asked if it’s fine for him to touch your squishy cute cheeks or if that’ll make you self conscious but you allowed him because you know he does that because he loves you, besides you think it’s cute.

- If you think you’re heavy, well no more worries because he can lift you up in a blink! He loves complimenting you a lot! And how gorgeous you are no matter what outfit you wear. In fact, he feels happy when you just wear what you want to wear because he wants you to feel happy in your own skin.

- He’ll hardly admit it but he secretly enjoys it when he lays down on your lap after a rough day. It helps him relax by taking away all of his tiredness. You’ll find him falling asleep on your lap more often than you thought.

Majima Goro

- Majima will literally use you as a pillow, he’ll fall asleep on top of you, he loves to slip his hands underneath your shirt to feel the warmth, he’ll knead at anything he can grab on you and snuggle up next to you.

- If he has to choose what’s his favorite part of you, he’ll choose your butt with no hesitation. It won’t be uncommon to find him laying down next to you and hug your ass. He loves your butt and whenever he’s feeling not in his best mood, he’ll lay on top of your butt and mumble about the day he had. You were basically made for cuddling.

- He loves that you’re so soft everywhere! It legit makes him crazy for you. Don’t be surprised if he develops a habit to squish against you in general, he’ll even pop up randomly out of nowhere and start pulling on your rosy puffy cheeks.

- He would never overdo all those physical touches without your permission cause he’s a man who knows his boundaries too and hell he would never even dream of wanting to make you feel self conscious.

Ichiban Kasuga

- He’s all over you 24/7! Not to mention all the kisses and hugs you’ll get from him! He’ll always have his hands wrapped around your waist. You’re warm, soft, cute, pretty, all praises in the world he can throw at you! In his eyes, you’re just the cutest thing ever.

- People might prefer someone thinner but he just doesn’t care about it, especially with that pretty face of yours, how could he ever leave you. If you ever feel self conscious about your choice of outfit, he’s gonna throw that worry away because the moment he sees you in it, he’s head over heels for you. “Damn baby, you’re so sexy”.

- He’s pretty strong so don’t worry, he’ll still be able to lift you up easily whether it’s piggyback style or bridal style.

- Kasuga loves watching you eat, especially when you’re eating foods you like, staring at your chubby cheeks, he thinks makes you look like an adorable little squirrel or bunny! either way, you’re hella cute!

Note :

Feel free to send more requests! Thank you! 💛

[generatia]

* . °•★|•°∵[A Rainy Sotenbori Night]∵°•|☆•° . *

Just a little Majima x Reader Fanfic I made, y/n is a doctor and she forgot her umbrella after work [Read More] * . °•★|•°∵ ∵°•|☆•° . *

It was a rainy night in Sotenbori, the smell of petrichor perforating through the city streets. Rain drops descended onto pavement in heavy blobs rather than subtle rain making all of the usual denizens who roamed the streets at this time fall away into the multitude of bars and clubs that littered the streets to escape the rain's wrath. Occasional lightning split the night sky giving a brief look into the dense clouds that loomed above the mesmerising neon signs illuminating the streets, a roaring sound of thunder often followed sending even the bravest souls indoors in fear of its rage, afterall no man was stronger than nature. 

In front of a convenience store underneath the awning stood you, impatient and very wet. 

“Crap, I can’t believe I forgot to bring an umbrella.”

Your uniform has been absolutely soaked through. The shirt you wore was heavily damp and sticking to your body in a cold, uncomfortable way pressing itself tightly against the remaining warmth of your skin, luckily you chose to wear a bra today although that didn’t take away from the shame you felt when others passed by and could almost see it. In the end you folded your arms tightly around your chest still holding your bag of groceries which were experiencing their own miniature flood inside the bag. Your black pencil skirt was now clinging to your figure firmly and the heels you chose to wear specifically today were completely ruined by the rain with each step creating a small squelching sound from the amount of rainwater in them. Nonetheless, you weren’t deterred. With one hand you took your phone out of your bag and flipped it open to try and call a cab so that you could at least try and get home before you caught some sort of illness or, before the flood waters of Sotenbori washed you away. You pressed the dial button and put it close to your ear and within seconds…

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Your phone had run out of battery. Technology, reliable as always. You shoved the phone back in your bag almost flinging it off of your shoulder and leaned against the window of the convenience store with your hands folded around your chest silently pleading and begging the heavens to stop just for a moment so that you could at least walk the short distance back to your apartment but the rain was unrelenting, a beast which couldn’t be tamed. It seemed jealousy was consuming you as you watched some of the people who remained outside carrying an umbrella, a shield against the cold water falling from above. Not only that, they were bundled up in coats and jackets, something that you seemed to be lacking as you missed the weather forecast this morning, opting to instead stay in bed a little while longer. Seems you regretted it now as you watched each person pass on the street growing greener with envy each passing minute. 

There was an old man with an umbrella who was walking his dog. Why does he need one and why is he walking his dog in the rain at this hour? There was a man who was clearly stumbling home drunk barely holding onto his umbrella, maybe if he passed out you could take it from him… no that was an evil idea too heinous even for you.

“[Y/N]-chan, what are you doing here?” And then there was him.

He practically materialised in front of you. How could you have not noticed him sooner, were you so deep in your own thoughts that you let him practically stand in front of you. You quickly snapped out of your trance and looked up at the voice, it was Majima. He stood just a little bit outside of the awning allowing for droplets of water to fall onto his snakeskin jacket and lathering his hair in water making it stick to the sides of his face, its fullness dampened by the rain. The drops that fell slid down his chest and onto his abs, it’s rude to stare but you couldn’t help it the man was built like a statue you’d find in a museum. His trousers also stuck to him like glue revealing his lean figure, yet despite that you couldn’t help but think he looked handsome and mysterious that way, a little badass even but you could never tell him that or it’d go straight to his head.

Majima wasn’t any better either, he couldn’t help but stare at what you were trying to conceal. He could see your full figure now that the rain had kindly clung itself to your clothes making sure each centimetre was accounted for, he felt as though he was being exposed to you in a way he shouldn’t be able to see and it made him blush a little. To him you had seemed so vulnerable and so beautiful at a time like this with the neon lights of the street signs illuminating your features and reflecting inside your eyes like a kaleidoscope. It was a mesmerising site for any man to behold, yet he was the lucky one. His eyes greedily assessed your body hoping for a moment that no one was around so that he was the only one who could gaze at your allure. 

After a few seconds the moment of silent and longing gazes was broken. 

“Majima-san, it’s good to see you. I just finished work and stopped by the store when the storm hit. I may have forgotten my umbrella…” At that last part your voice trailed off a bit as if you were ashamed that you had forgotten it, growing slightly quieter hoping he wouldn’t hear it but as always, he did. You shuffled your feet a bit, a telling sign you felt as though he was going to reprimand you for it. You did promise him that you would try and take better care of yourself but here you were soaked to the bone and feeling miserable about the whole ordeal. 

“Eh, is that so,” he walked up closer to you now so that both of you were beneath the awning. He positioned himself next to you brushing his arm close to yours, the smooth, wet snakeskin rubbing against the nylon of your blouse. The sudden contact made your skin prickle with goosebumps and a feeling of heat washed over you from head to toe warming your insides for a quick second, butterflies in your stomach alerting all your other senses to high alert. “Then I guess I’m gonna have to wait with ya ‘till the storm dies down, ain’t I?” He leaned back against the window with you, flashing you a half smile as he took out a cigarette from his pack and slid it between his lips. 

You got a better look at his face now that his features were slightly more illuminated by the signs, he looked exasperated and worn out. His posture and tiresome features betrayed the confidence he tried to upkeep while attempting to light his cigarette and doing so poorly. He kept fiddling with the lighter opening and closing it but no flame erupted from its tip. 

“Damn thing won’t light.” He muttered under his breath, looking disgruntled at his lighter.

“Wait, let me.” You took a lighter out of your bag and turned towards him, one hand flicking your lighter open and the other cupping around the flame so that the breeze couldn’t extinguish it. It was a small moment, yet an intimate one. He watched you as the flame lit the tip of his cigarette, his hazel eye focusing on your features. “Well ain’t ya a doll.” He took a long drag of his cigarette and puffed out a dense cloud of smoke into the air, it twisted and turned with the shape of the wind creating hypnotic swirls. You took out a cigarette of your own from your bag and lit it, taking a puff. The rain pattered on the awning furiously.

“Tough day at work?” You broke the silence between you. He smirked and took a drag. “Thas one way of putin’ it.” He sighed heavily, looking out towards the street keeping his gaze focused on the few people that passed by. “What about you missy, didn’t I tell ya to keep better care of yourself?” His tone was inquisitive and playful, he was teasing you for your forgetfullness but this time you could fire back.  

“Says the man who looks like he hasn’t slept in a few days.” You chuckled while taking another drag of your cigarette. You had made him swear to you that if he ever had a sleepless night again he could come over and the two of you could lay in bed together until he felt tired enough to sleep. Yet he has yet to ring true on his promise and you could tell his insomnia was beginning to wear him out. 

“Yer got me there.” He lifted one hand in defeat, surrendering to your remark. “Guess both of us got things to work out huh?” His look was almost somber, there was something bothering him and you knew but he seemed very reluctant to give up any information, was it worth pressing about? He wasn’t the usual outgoing, exaggerated and overwhelming Majima you were used to, it seems like you were getting a glimpse of the true man behind the mask, here in the storm he was no longer the Mad Dog of Shimano but Goro Majima. Before you could further pry into Majima’s personal life however, he asked his question first, “How’s yer work goin’, boss still working ya to the bone?”

You exhaled softly, “As always. I haven’t seen you around the clinic recently though, I kinda miss your surprise visits.” There it was, your chance to finally ask where he’d been for the past few days and you took it. He’d been very silent for the past couple of days which was very much unlike him, knowing your relationship with him was still in its early stages you tried to make it seem as though you weren’t overly concerned and wanted to give him the space. Yet deep down inside it ate away at you, of course he would still call you when he had the time but those were very brief calls just to check in on you. It made you worry a lot.

Hearing those words made Majima stand a bit taller, his ears perked up at the sound of your words ringing an alarm bell in his head. “Is that so [Y/N]-chan?” He grinned as his eye moved in your direction. Your cheeks immediately turned a shade of pink realising what you had said, you gently nudged his shoulder with your elbow. He snickered at your faint attempt to fight back the embarrassment, he thought you were cute when you got so worked up. Despite his mocking tone you leaned your head against his shoulder which took him by surprise. There was a moment of silence between the two of you as you watched the smoke from Majima’s cigarette floating up towards the roof of the awning, the pitter patter of the raindrops above only getting louder. “You always made my day a little brighter. Even when it rains on days like this, just being near you makes me feel better.” You said looking down towards the floor averting making eye contact as you spoke. “I wish that I could make you feel better too.” Majima’s body tensed a little bit, he knew he wasn’t exactly his usual self but he didn’t realise it was so bad that even you could notice. “Eh don’t worry your pretty head about me, it’s nothin’ to be concerned about. Just that bastard Shimano breathin’ down my neck is all.” He flicked the butt of his cigarette onto the ground where it went out almost immediately. He moved his shoulder slightly from underneath your head and put his arm around you bringing you closer to him, you stumbled slightly and regained your balance by his side, one hand pressing against him. “Yer a sweetheart for worryin’ though.” “Promise me that’s everything?” Your words sounded almost like a plea. They sounded weak, but that's all you felt like when you were around him. He was the only man who could ever make you let your guard down, he tore the walls that you had built up around you and let himself in. 

He looked down at you, despite being soaked to the bone all Majima saw in front him was beauty. He loved just how open you were when you were around him and hoped that one day he could pour his heart out to you on another rainy night in Sotenbori just like this one, but maybe in the comfort of your home. There were so many things he wanted to tell you about himself that were always at the tip of his tongue, on the cusp of being said and yet he had always held back in fear of losing himself in you completely. He was guarded and unable to let go just yet. He lifted his gloved hand to your chin and held it up ever so slightly then pressed his lips against yours, his goatee prickling your chin. A sudden rush of euphoria coursed through you, a heat swelled inside your chest and the butterflies in your stomach felt like they were about to burst. “I promise ya, that’s all that's botherin’ me.” You knew it was a lie, a sugar coated lie, a white lie. It still seemed like he needed time and you were willing to give it to him, after all he was a member of the Yakuza and had many secrets held within himself and the scars on his body. They told a tale you were yet to uncover, one piece at a time you’d patiently chip away at his defenses. You wordlessly nodded in acknowledgement, giving him a peck on the cheek feeling his warmth.

“Seems the rain isn’t going away any time soon…” You proclaimed, the rain had only fallen harder the longer you were standing outside the convenience store. The awning above you began to fill with water creating a dip above you. “Seems like it, ain’t your place nearby though?” Majima wondered if he remembered the address correctly, even second guessing himself. 

“Yeah but, I don’t wanna get more soaked than I already am.” You pouted, your body began to shiver from the cold breeze that penetrated the city streets. Your skin felt as if there were daggers slowly stabbing at the softness beneath the wet nylon. An idea sparked in Majima’s head, an idea that might have to take a little convincing to spark into fruition but an idea nonetheless. He grinned a toothy grin as he looked down at you. “If ya don’t wanna walk home how bout I carry ya instead, ay?” Your eyes widened a little at the idea, but before you had the chance to respond Majima took off his jacket and put it over you revealing his bare form. He looked as if the gods themselves had sculpted him and your eyes were immediately drawn to the hanya mask on his back, it was an immaculate work of art and told his story with its many colours and perfect lines. You wondered if one day you could uncover the story of the hanya mask, if he would lay in bed next to you and tell you how he became who he was today, the man so many feared and yet you loved. “So, I’m gonna carry ya and you’re gonna put the jacket over us both how’s that sound?” You smiled as you cocked one eyebrow up in disbelief at his suggestion, the Majima you knew was slowly creeping his way back to you. 

“I don’t think I get much of a choice here.” “Yer right ya don’t.” Before you could say any more he lifted you up off of the ground and hoisted you up on his back. You squealed momentarily as one of your arms locked itself around Majima’s neck and the other lifted the jacket over your already soaked hair. “Majima! You could’ve at least given me a warning.” Despite your reprimand you giggled as you pulled yourself closer to him, feeling his body warmth despite the cold temperatures outside. Did the man ever even feel the cold with the way he only walked around in the snakeskin jacket, you pondered. “Sorry darlin’ but I’d rather be warm in yer bed than stand out here all night.” He began to cackle as he started walking out of the awning into the cold and stormy night making his way up the street to a nearby apartment complex that was just a couple minutes away. You clung onto him for dear life, face pressed against one of his shoulders, this close you were able to fully take in more than the smell of the rain, his cologne. It was a strong odour from this close, he smelt like frankincense and honey with a mix of saffron. The scent was simply intoxicating to you as you closed your eyes and imagined yourself laying next to him in the comfort of your bed away from all of the blinding neon lights of the city and away from the uncomfortable sensation of rain soaked clothing growing more apparent on your body.

Weaving in and out of the alleyways and streets, you and Majima had finally reached your apartment complex. What surprised you was that Majima had enough strength to even lift you up the stairs to the second floor and only let you get off once the two of you were right by your door. He let go of you gently so that you wouldn’t fall or stumble making sure you were ok afterwards. You quickly unlocked the door to your apartment and the two of you went inside finally escaping the stormy Sotenbori night. You placed the soaked groceries onto the table and breathed a sigh of relief finally being able to take off your soaked shoes in the hallway. Majima beat you to it, already being half undressed and laying on the couch trying to catch his breath while inadvertently staining your couch with rain water. You did tell him not to run too fast but he simply didn’t want to listen, opting to instead run as fast as he could so he could get you home. You dry off whatever groceries were saveable from your bag and sort them out in the kitchen while listening to your boyfriend panting on the couch like a dog gasping for air. 

You go to grab a couple of towels from the bathroom so the two of you can dry off from the rain and walk back into the room sitting on the couch next to where his tiresome body lay, his arm covering his eye. You watch his chest rise and fall for a minute soaking up his good looks, despite him being exhausted and out of breath you still felt an attraction to him that no one could explain. Your heart ached with longing for him no matter how close or how far he was, you loved him, perhaps too much. 

Eventually when he caught his breath, he let out a maniacal cackle as he rose up ever so slightly to prop his head up against your thigh.

“I ain’t doin’ that again that's for sure.” He said between desperate breaths. You caressed his cheek with your hand feeling how warm he was, his sweat now mixing in with the rainwater that was dripping from his hair. You took a towel and put it under his soaked hair, wrapping it around and gently ruffling it to try and dry off the excess rain. He closed his eye again and smirked, “Ya know I could get used to this kinda treatment.” 

“Could you now.” You said with a snarky tone, your half smile betraying the sarcasm in your voice. Majima looked up slightly and smiled, “Who wouldn’t want a pretty lady like you pampering them, aye?” His words turned your cheeks red and although they weren’t visible in the dimly lit room illuminated only by a neon yellow sign outside he could tell that his words made you blush. He knew exactly what to say to elicit a reaction from you, you were putty in his hands that he could mold however he wanted.

“Oh shush.” You nudged his head playfully, letting out a small giggle at his compliment. “Thank you for getting me home.” Your words were sincere, they rang deep in Majima’s ears and he opened his one eye and looked up at you, his hand instinctively reaching to your face despite it being in an awkward position. 

“Don’t mention it, doll.” You pressed his hand closer to your cheek holding it there for what felt like an eternity. You could still hear the downpour outside and see the raindrops falling against your window, the scenery was serene. A moment to remember when you encounter inevitable sleepless nights.

“We should get out of these soaked clothes before we catch a cold.” Your voice was almost a whisper. 

“Would that be so bad? I’d give anything to have ya nurse me back to health.” He grinned, pulling his hand away from your cheek so that he could make use of the towel you threw at him earlier.

“Not if we’re both ill.” You chuckled, beginning to unbutton the blouse, it was so soaked you were sure you’d have to wring it out before throwing it in the laundry basket. Stray droplets of rain could still be felt on your body. Majima sat up with the towel still around his hair, leaning back as he watched you. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, even now you could feel his stare penetrating straight through you almost as if he could see the soul of your being. You stopped unbuttoning midway through and glanced at him.

“Can I help you?” You said mockingly, one eyebrow cocked up. 

“No, no, no please, carry on. I was enjoying the show.” “Pervert.” You smirked, throwing another towel at him hitting him square in the face.

“I getcha home in one piece and this is the thanks I get?” He scoffed playfully, upping the dramatics to make himself appear hurt by your words. Feeling a bit confident you got up off the couch and sat on his lap straddling him, he was shocked by the sudden action so much so that he didn’t even let out a breath. You lifted his chin with your finger and looked him directly in the eye. “If you’re enjoying it so much why don’t you do it.” His expression quickly changed from awe to mischief, it didn’t take much for him to get going. He liked the controlling side of you, the bold and brave woman beneath that was shrouded in a shy facade. It excited him. Wordlessly he took off his gloves and tossed them aside obeying your order and undoing each remaining button of your blouse slowly so that he could savour the moment. When he was done you let the blouse slip off of your skin and fall to the floor, his hands now resting on each hip feeling the heat of your body as he looked up at you. “Still enjoying the show?” You caressed his cheek, feeling the stubble of his goatee. “I’d enjoy it more if this weren’t in the way.” His finger hooked around the middle of your bra and pulled you in closer inches away from his face. Did his lips always look so enticing? They were like a forbidden fruit.“That's something you have to earn, Lord of the Night.” You jested, pressing your lips onto his. 

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[randoimago]

finally my time to shine <3

majima x crush! reader

reader is a foreigner with big natural curly hair

she gets stared at a lot bc foreigner with natural hair = people be like 👁️👁️

she gets insecure and majima becomes lowkey soft with her <3

thsknks

Having a Foreign S/O

Fandom: Yakuza

Characters: Goro Majima

Type of Request: Headcanons

Notes: Here you go!!

Majima

If you let him, he'll gladly mess with your hair. Not really playing with it, but he'll hold a lock in his hand, try to straighten it out, then smirk proudly as it bounces back into place.

Does make it a point that you're his friend (he won't admit he has a crush just yet) and so if anyone says anything cause you're foreign then let him know and he'll personally bash some skulls.

Asks you about where your from, probably asking about the stereotypes too. Absolutely gasps when you say they're wrong and is just over-dramatic about it.

Makes sure he always has an extra umbrella around. He usually does so he can bash someone over the head with it. But he's heard your complaints about your hair getting wet so he'll keep one just for you should it suddenly rain.

[macatt4c]

another day, another oc insert!

Rare Occurrence

Rating: General Audience

Relationship: Majima Goro & Original Female Character

Tags: One Shot, Yakuza 1 Spoilers, Father-Daughter Relationship, Angst, Canon-Typical Violence, Stabbing, Hospitals, Swearing

Word Count: 2,027

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Ever since she waltzed into Kamurocho (as well as his life) nine years ago, Goro Majima made it a point to be the only person to take his daughter to and from the train station before and after school. Sure, he could easily order one of his subordinates to drive her around, but this was his daughter, his sweet baby girl who had a huge target on her back just by existing. It was his duty as her father and protector to ensure her safety when she wasn’t at school or home. That being said, there were occurrence where there was no way he could be there, so naturally, he sent his most trusted man to go in his place.

This most trusted man was obviously Nishida.

The sight of her father’s second-in-command waiting for her in front of an unmarked car was (ironically) not a strange sight for fifteen-year-old Renko. She knew Nishida quite well and trusted him just as much as Majima himself did (although the patriarch would never admit such a sentiment), but his appearance in what had mainly been her father’s place in her daily routine was setting off all the alarm bells in her head. 

“Welcome home, Young Miss.” Nishida greeted Ren with a respectful bow of his head. “I hope your day was pleasant.”

Ren didn’t hesitate to voice her concern when she finally stopped a few steps in front of him. “Where’s my dad?”

The nerves were practically crystal clear on Nishida’s face. His eyes were averted to the side and his body language was tense, as if he was bracing for some sort of physical attack.

“The boss is a bit tied up at the moment.” He responded, just barely meeting her eyes. “So he sent me to collect you instead.”

Ren furrowed her brows. “’Tied up’? Can you be more specific?”

“Uh…” Nishida hesitated before quickly turning on his heel and opening the backseat passenger door. “He wants me to bring you home without delay. We should get going.”

Even a blind person could see how obvious Nishida was trying to avoid the question, but Ren followed his request and climbed into the back seat. Nishida wasted no time in getting in the driver’s seat and pulling the car from the curb.

“Are you just not going to tell me what’s going on?” Asked Ren, the concern from before now starting to turn into anxiety.

“Not out in the open.” Nishida responded, staring ahead at the traffic before him. “Nishikiyama Family wandering about.”

Ren nodded. As much as Majima stretched himself thin to shield her from his true career as a high-ranking Yakuza, she wasn’t stupid. The man doesn’t have a single discreet bone in his body. I mean, was he genuinely trying to convince Ren he was just some self-made entrepreneur when he walked around in only a tacky snake-skin jacket and outdated leather pants?

“How bad is it?” Ren asked, now leaning forward as close to the driver’s seat as she could get.

Nishida pressed his lips into a thin line, still hesitating to disclose anything to the teenager. Maybe Majima ordered him to keep his mouth shut so her asking all these questions was making him go through some internal conflict? 

But finally, when Nishida did speak the truth, Ren half wished he just kept his mouth shut.

“Your father’s in the hospital.”

Ren froze in her seat. Her dad? In the hospital? He hadn’t gone since before Kiryu-san was sent to prison (ironically because the former was doing something stupid in a failed attempt to impress the latter). Had something happen when she was in school? He was fine when he dropped her off. Or at least, he seemed fine. He didn’t have any major health issues as far as she was aware. But then again, if Majima was suffering from something, would he even tell her in the first place?

“He’s not dying or anything like that.” Nishida continued, most-likely to break the tense silence growing in the car. “Just got stabbed in a fight.”

“He got stabbed?” Ren’s voice rose to a volume that made Nishida flinch. “What the fuck was he doing? Scrapping with street kids for pocket change?”

“Language, Renko-san.” Nishida sighed as he pulled onto the street that would lead them to his boss’s apartment. “But no, he got ambushed by some members of a rival family. They thought they could get more recognition for pummeling and humiliating the notorious Mad Dog of Shimano.”

“So what did my dad do?”

“Took them all by himself. One against… five, I think? He managed to take them all down when an extra one came out of nowhere and got him in the gut with a blade.”

“Shi- Shoot.” Ren corrected herself just as Nishida gave her a look in the rear-view mirror. “When did all of this happen?”

“About three hours ago.” The car then made its final stop on the curb in front of luxurious-looking apartment building. “I am actually supposed to go pick him up when he gets discharged later, so you will have to stay home by yourself for a bit.”

Ren looked at the Yakuza with a confused look. “How do you know he’s getting discharged so soon?”

Nishida held up his phone. “Been getting regular updates from the guys still at the hospital with him. Luckily, the blade didn’t hit anything important and he just needed a few stitches.”

Ren’s shoulders slumped almost comically in relief. “Good… that’s good.” She then grabbed her schoolbag from the floorboard and shimmied her way across the backseat to the door facing the sidewalk. “Please call me when you’re on your way with him, okay?”

Nishida smiled warmly. “Of course. Take it easy until then, alright?”

“I’ll definitely try. Thanks, Nishida.” And with that, Ren slipped out of the car and made her way into the building.

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It was a bit past midnight when Ren was awoken by a loud commotion coming from the living room. Rubbing her eyes, she threw on a sweater from a nearby chair and made her way out of her room just in time to catch a glimpse of an all-too-familiar snake-skin jacket. Sure enough, Majima was bracing himself against the kitchen counter when she came out into the main space, but there was a pained grimace on his face until he saw her, in which he forced his typically carefree grin.

“Renko-chan~!” Majima greeted his daughter with an attempted sing-song tone. “What are yah doin’ up so late? I thought yah conked out by now.”

Ren wasted no time approaching her father, smiling. “I was, but you woke me up.” She then scanned her eyes over his body for any visable signs of that day’s events. “Are you okay? Are you in any pain?”

Majima huffed, waving a hand dismissively. “Perfectly fine. Ya should have seen the poor bastards that jumped me. Had them crying for their mamas before I even broke a sweat.”

“I’m sure you did, dad.” Ren was now moving toward the stove. “Are you hungry then? Or maybe you want some tea? I can heat up a kettle and there’s leftover takoyaki in the fridge we can split.”

This quick succession of questions seemed to sober up Majima enough to frown at his daughter. “Since when do ya offer to make tea and share meals? You’ve always refused to touch the stove and threaten to claw my eye out if I even think about touching yer food.”

Ren shuffled her feet and scratched at her collarbone, a peculiar habit Majima knew she did when she was trying a hide something. “Well, you just got home and who knows what kind of garbage they tried to feed you at the hospital. I know you hate what they got and you love takoyaki. Besides, after all that’s happened today, I’m fine with sharing it.”

Majima was frowning now, but it wasn’t an angry dad frown. It was a concerned dad frown, and a frown Ren knew very well. Majima was always concerned about her, scared that something bad was happening and she was refusing to tell him. He had the same frown when she didn’t tell him about how she had been catcalled by some guys on the street (what led to him escorting her everywhere) or when she lied about how she was being bullied by some girls in her class (which then resulted in her switching homerooms). If she didn’t tell him about what was going on in her life, how was he supposed to fix all the bad things?

“Were ya worried about me today?” Majima asked, dropping his voice into its natural lower tone, something he did during the rare moments it was just them two at home.

Ren felt the pain in her throat before her eyes welled up with tears. She let out a soft hiccuping sound, making Majima push himself off the counter and make his way around the counter to pull her into a tight one-armed hug. He didn’t care if the contact was making his still-sensitive stitches throb, all he was focusing on was how his little girl was tightly grasping his jacket and the soft weeping emanating from her.

“It’s alright, kid.” He attempted to soothe her while pressing his cheek into her hair. “I’m still here. Nothin’s gonna take me out anytime soon. I promise. You got nothin’ to worry about.”

The two of them stayed like this until Ren’s weeping dissolved into soft breathing and she finally pushed herself away from his chest. Majima’s heart ached at the sight of strands of black hair sticking to his daughter’s red tear-stained face.

“Please stop getting into stupid fights.” She managed to murmur, looking up weakly at her father. “I don’t wanna come home and hear that something worse happened.”

Majima didn’t speak immediately. He couldn’t promise to not fight anymore smartass punks that decide to go toe-to-toe with him, but maybe he can tone down on seeking them out for an adrenaline hit? It’s just been so long since he’s actually had a decent equal brawl that left his heart racing and feeling what it was really like to be alive. His dear Kiryu-chan has been in the slammer for five years now, and there wasn’t a day that went by that he didn’t miss him (of course, he would never admit such a thing to anyone, even his own kid).

After a few more moments of silence, Majima sighed. “Alright, sweetheart. I’ll stop pickin’ fights, but only because it bothers yah so much. Don’t want yah losing sleep over your old man tryin’ to fighting everyone on the street.”

Ren took a deep breath before a soft smile formed on her lips. “Thanks, dad.”

“Anythin’ for you, kid. Now, you should really head to bed. Got a big day ahead of yah.”

Ren groaned. “It’s just another boring day at school.”

Majima scoffed. “Haw? You think ‘m sending yer ass to school tomorrow? Nah, yer stayin’ here with me for the day. Need someone to look after me while I’m healin’ up.”

“But I really shouldn’t miss anymore school-“

“Oh, so yah want to go to school tomorrow?”

“I didn’t say that.”

A few chuckles were shared between the father and daughter before Ren finally let out a long yawn. She didn’t even try to deny it before she was pressing her forehead into Majima’s chest, which made him chuckle again and give her head an affectionate pat.

“Goodnight, dad.”

“Night, kid. Sweet dreams.”

And with that, Ren stepped around her father and shuffled her way back down the hall and into her bedroom. Once Majima heard the sound of her bedroom door clicking shut, he slumped against the counter once again, letting out a long exhausted sigh.

He didn’t like making his little girl upset, but this kind of shit came with the job. If he had sent her back to Osaka when she first showed up…

He shook his head, dismissing the thought. No, he was gonna do better. He had to do better.

Anything for his kid.

[kulemiwrites]

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 | 𝐆𝐨𝐫𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐚 & 𝐓𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐚 𝐒𝐚𝐞𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐚

Genre: Comfort, SMUT

Rating: 18+

Word count: 3.5k

Character(s): Goro Majima, Taiga Saejima, fem!Reader

Warning: To clarify, there is no Majima/Saejima in this fic. I'd hate for someone to feel misled.

The power goes out while you're working on a report. So, your boys partner up to help you unwind.

It was a rather unassuming evening, just like any other. Goro and Taiga stretched out on opposite ends of the sectional as they watched the robotic news reporter explain the forecast for the evening. High winds, scattered thunderstorms, and flash floods. Nothing unexpected. After all, it was nearing typhoon season. It could have been a hell of a lot worse. 

The woman pointed at a location on the doppler radar as she zoomed in to isolate their city. “Here in particular will see heavy rain storms and wind speeds of up to–” 

The mounted flat screen cut to black, the lamps went out and the living room was bathed in darkness. They could hear the trees rustling outside and feel thunderclaps that shook the entire house. It was nothing but black outside of the window– not even a street light peeking in.

“Aw, what the fuck?” Goro groaned, lifting himself upright. 

The other man sighed, “Think the winds’re high enough to knock out the power? Or ya think it was the lightnin’?”

“Hell if I know!”

A loud, anguished scream came from above then was drowned out by another thunderclap causing both men to shoot off the couch and stumble to their feet.

“Shit!” Goro hissed, making his way over toward the stairs as best as he could in the dark room. 

Taiga was right there behind him until he heard the clatter of something being knocked onto the floor.

“Be careful, kyodai. Y’ain’t gettin’ no younger, ya know.” he said, digging through his pocket for his cell phone. “At this age, ya just might fall and break a hip or somethin’.”

“Shut the hell up, alright?” he said, helping himself off the floor. He turned to find Saejima’s face partially illuminated by the cellphone screen. “You forget I’m operatin’ with one eye here.”

He fished his own cell out of his leather pants but instead, turned on the flashlight grateful that he’d had you to teach him how not long ago. Using that light, he navigated his way through the room until he could reach the stairs.

“I’m gonna go check on the lady.” he said.

“I’m comin’ with.”

Goro turned to the man trailing behind him on the stairs and frowned, “Ya know, she don’t need both of us.”

“When has that ever been true?”

He snickered as the previous night flashed through his mind. You had a greed in you that at some point in the evening, he wondered if two of them was even enough before immediately dismissing the thought when he felt himself becoming jealous. 

It certainly wasn’t true last night.

“Touché.”

They turned the corner once they reached the landing, then headed down the hall until they approached the door to your office. Right as Goro lifted his fist to knock, the door swung open, revealing your face illuminated by your phone and theirs. They could see clear as day how red your eyes were. 

“Hey…” Goro said, stroking your cheek only to find that it was wet. “Ya alright?”

“I’m fine. Just really fucking pissed right now.” you spat, turning around to head back into the room.

Goro leaned on the wall as he kept his light on your back. “So… You’re not fine.”

Taiga brushed past him to guide you to the sofa near the wall then caressed your warm, wet face. “You’ve been cryin’. Lemme guess, you were still workin’ on that report?”

“Yes,” you nearly yelled, smacking your knees. “And I fucking lost everything! All of that progress!”

“Shit.” Goro said, joining you two on the sofa.

You let out a deep sigh as Taiga’s heavy hand landed on your shoulder, massaging it. You were tense- so tense. He couldn’t imagine how stressed you’d become over this. A lightbulb went off in his head. 

Ironic. 

“Goro,” he called. “You ‘member that emergency bag?”

The other man’s hand stroked at your leg, “Yeah.”

“Where is it?”

“Downstairs in the hallway closet.”

He didn’t say anything after that. You simply watched his contribution to the room’s light drift away. 

Goro took this time alone to pull you into him, stroking at your hair and squeezing you against him. He’d practically opened up the flood gates. You buried your face into his chest and let out a loud wail. Sobs and frustrated groans stained his shirt with tears and a bit of drool.

“That’s alright. Let it out.”

He hated this.

He knew that it wasn’t his fault, that there wasn’t really much he could have done to prevent this from happening but still… He never felt like a winner when the love of his life was in tears. He kissed and kissed at the crown of your head, then pulled you back from his chest to see your tear stained face before pressing his lips to your forehead. He had an idea but he wasn’t sure if it would bear any fruit. 

If it meant stopping the waterworks, he’d at least give it a shot.

“Gimme a sec, ____. I’m gonna run downstairs and see if I can get the power back up for ya.” 

“What are you going to do?”

“Check the generator and the fuse box.” 

“Yeah, alright.” you said, the sparse light shined on your pouting face and made his heart ache all the more.

The electricity would pay for making his girl cry… Somehow.

He gave your knee a light squeeze before leaving you in the room alone. “Be right back,” was the last thing he said.

You sat there on the sofa, staring in the direction of your PC as your thoughts ran rampant. Taunting you. Why didn’t you see this coming? You’d heard the thunder. You’d seen the lighting. Why didn’t you just make a save? Now, it was too late. You wanted to scream, cry some more or even break something but what was done was done… All you could do now was wallow in your misery and sulk.

Yeah, sulking was good. 

You threw yourself out on the sofa and stared up at the ring of light on the ceiling. It was taking a while for either of them to return. You wondered what they could possibly be doing for so long in that dark ass house but then gave up wondering. You were growing bored and your boredom gave way to anxious thoughts. 

You wanted no more of it. 

Grabbing your phone, you unlocked it and swiped and tapped your way to your usual messaging app until you landed in the group chat with some friends. You took a deep breath then groaned as you tapped out a rant about what had just transpired. You hoped that venting about it some more would help put you at ease. You felt yourself growing angrier with every word, then after the anger dissipated, it settled into something sad. 

You’d have to start almost entirely over… Right after you’d started to get the hang of things. What a pity.

Just as you hit send, Taiga startled you by knocking at the door. You hadn’t even heard anyone walking up the stairs– you usually did, him especially. He wasn’t the lightest on his feet.

“_____, can ya come with me a sec?” he asked.

You sighed, wiping the slow drying tears from your face then lazily peeled yourself from the couch to follow the much larger man down the stairs, his thick fingers woven with yours. He carefully guided you through the dark with the help of your phones until you reached the spare bedroom. 

“What are we doing here?”

He rubbed at what skin was available on your arms with both hands. “Go on in.”

At his insistence, you reached for the doorknob and slowly turned to open the door. You almost couldn’t believe your eyes. Dozens of votive candles were scattered around the room, vessel candles here and there too. 

Warm candlelight. So beautiful. So many, too– it might have even been a fire hazard but at least it was pretty!

You were slowly drawn into the room, “Wow.”

From where you stood, you could even spot candles all the way through to the grand bathroom. 

“This is so nice, Taiga.” you said, turning to face the large man smiling softly at you.

“Dontcha go givin’ him all the credit!” Goro called from the bathroom. 

It was Taiga’s idea but sure, he must have helped light them or something. 

“Come on in, ____! The water’s fiiiine.”

“The water?” you said, following your other lover's voice. You found him sitting on the rim of the bubble-filled bathtub and shook your head. “No way.”

“Yes, way.” he said, walking behind you. “Let’s go ahead and getcha outta these, hm?”

He glided his hand over your hair then skated his fingertips down the nape of your neck until he reached your shoulders. Then, he ran his hands down your arms and back up to cross over to the center of your chest where he’d begun unbuttoning your lounge shirt. 

Slow. Deliberate. 

His movements were all intentional as he plucked each button away. One by one. He kept that pace as he stripped you out of each article of clothing until there wasn’t a thing left. 

When he was done, he spun you around to face him. You could see the hungry twinkle in his eye as he visually devoured you. He licked his lips and silently started to work toward doing the same to himself. 

That same turtle pace.

Not once did he break eye contact. He didn’t say a word and yet he was saying it all. Unconsciously your leg squeezed itself over the other and he smirked. 

He fucking smirked. 

He knew precisely what this little strip tease of his was capable of. 

When there was nothing left between you, nothing but his semi-hard cock, he closed the gap. You could feel it poking against you as he slipped his tongue down your throat.

“Goro,” Taiga interrupted. “You were just supposed to bathe with her. The hell are ya doin’?”

He fought the urge to allow himself some friction by grinding against you as he held you closer. He’d been cupping your ass in his hands by the time he pulled away from your lips.

“Mm, sorry, kyodai. Can’t help myself.” he muttered against your neck.

“Well, help it. Otherwise you’re not gonna be able to help with the next part.”

His shoulders slumped as he buried his face against your skin. “Fine.” he groaned.

“The next part?”

“Mhmm.” he hummed, taking your hand and leading you back to the bath. “We’ve got another surprise for ya after yer bath.”

You weren't sure how much more you needed. A relaxing candle lit bath with one of your boys was more than plenty. He helped you into the tub, then when you seemed to be comfortable enough, he stepped in behind you. You’d gotten lucky with this house, finding a tub that could not only accommodate their height but even comfortably seat two at a time.

“S’it feel good?” he asked, wet hands making scoops beneath your breasts to fondle. “The water nice enough for ya?”

You nodded, sinking down further into the water and reclining back into his chest. If it was ever possible to be swaddled in love, it couldn’t have felt too different from this– body submerged in warm water and an even warmer body pressed up against you from behind. You could have completely forgotten about the power outage…. 

Almost.

Taiga kneeled at the side of the tub, handing you a glass of wine. You rotated the glass beneath your nose. That aroma was unmistakable. He’d broken out your favorite bottle. 

Absolutely, this was love.

“Thank you, Taiga.”

He’d leaned over the rim of the tub to capture your lips before you could kiss the rim of the glass. He always kissed you as if he was savoring it, much like you would soon be savoring this wine.

“You’re welcome, sweetheart.” he whispered, then pecked at your cheek before standing back up with a grunt.

“Ah, kyodai, did ya find the stuff?” 

You could feel Goro’s voice vibrating through his chest against your back.

“Hm? What stuff?”

Not answering your question, the other man nodded. “I did. So, call it in about 30 minutes and then dry her off and bring’r to bed so we can get started.”

“30 minutes?” Goro whined. “That’s hardly enough time to finish her wine. Give her an hour.”

“Fine, but I don’t wanna hear no funny business. If I do, it’s just me an’ her.”

Goro waved his dripping hand at the man dismissively, flicking water at him and in your face. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Now, get out. Yer wastin’ her time.”

Taiga said nothing else, not for Goro’s sake but for yours. You watched him leave the room, pulling the door up behind him. When it was just the two of you, you tried to sink even further into his chest but this was as close as you could possibly be. 

“Sorry I couldn’t get the power back on for ya.” he muttered against your cheek as he absentmindedly fondled your chest.

“Don’t be. It’s not like it’s your fault the power went out.”

“I know. I just can’t stand seein’ ya upset and stressed out like that.”

“I couldn’t help it. I lost so much progress, Goro.” you sighed, then took a big gulp of wine. 

So much for savoring.

“Well, now’s the time to let it out. I’m listenin’.”

“I don’t really have much else to say about it. I think it’s best for me to calm down and relax now.”

“Mm.”

They soaked in silence for a while. You watched the candlelight flicker along the walls and in the water as you sipped at your wine. Each minute that passed by, you felt the tenseness in your body melt away. You weren't sure if it was the warm water, the calming lighting, just being there in his arms or perhaps even the way he played with your breasts– bouncing your tits, teasing the nipples with his fingertips and pinching them after they’d hardened under his featherlight touch. The semi from before was now a full blown erection pressed against your back, twitching and begging for the neglect to end.

“Yer likin’ this shit, arentcha?” he snickered, dipping his head to nibble at your neck. “Feelin’ real good, huh?”

You sucked your bottom lip into your mouth to suppress the moan threatening to spill out. Good was much too weak of a word to describe how this felt.

“Yes.” 

“How good?” he asked, rolling your nipples between his fingers as he sucked at your neck. You couldn’t answer him– not with your words anyway but the way you had begun to gyrate into the tub told him so much more than you ever could. “Ahhh, baby~. Ya need a hand?”

You bit back a groan.

“Spread your legs,” he whispered against your damp skin and the hair on the back of your neck had begun to rise.

“But Taiga said–”

“_____, do I sound like I give a shit about what Taiga said?” he said then licked a stripe along the goosebumps rising on your neck. “Be a good girl and spread ‘em.”

There was a fluttering inside you– Down low. You loved when he was assertive like this. You tended to take turns passing the baton. Now it was your turn to be the obedient one. You tried to spread your legs but the tub only gave you so much room to meet his liking. The bath was generous in length but not so much in width. 

Clicking his tongue it was apparent that he wasn’t satisfied. He needed you spreaded out much more than this. He reached down to grab one leg and hiked it over the rim of the tub and lifted the other until your foot touched the cool wall.

That was more like it.

His large hand dipped beneath the bed of diminishing bubbles and snaked its way down your body until he was cupping your mound. 

“Oh,” you gasped at his touch. “Goro, we–”

“Want me to stop?” his voice deep against your ear and you could have shuddered.

You knew that you should have petitioned for Taiga but both of you knew from the way you’d begun to grind into his hand that you would have only been lying to yourself. 

You needed this.

And Goro was nothing if not a problem solver.

You shook your head and he smirked to himself at how well he knew you. He’d known you like the back of his hand. He pressed his middle finger between your slot and found you’d been dirtying up the water with your mess. 

So slippery, despite the bath, just like he suspected you would be. 

He knew you.

He slid his fingers along your slit then slowly reacquainted himself with your swollen bud. You flinched beneath his touch. Your lips fell open as you rested your head back on his shoulder. He could practically see the moan tumbling out of your mouth before the sound even graced the world. Goro brought his hand up to cover your mouth in an attempt to silence you. Water droplets rolled down under your jaw and along your neck until they hit with the bathwater again. 

“Ya gotta keep quiet, _____. If he hears, he’s gonna get real pissy.”

You winded your hips in the same pattern as his hand, panting and sighing as you accepted all the pleasure his deft fingers had to offer. You tried your best to keep your voice down. You tried your best not to thrash about. You tried your best to keep your legs propped wide open but Goro’s efforts were wearing you down and you were only moments away from combusting. 

“Oh?” he whispered, hastening his pace. “Ya like this sneakin’ around shit, do ya? That why you’re about to cum so soon? Hold it, baby. We’ve got plenty of time.”

That was just the thing though. You couldn’t hold it– You were just feet away from reaching the mountain’s peak and there was no turning back. Your toes curled as you attempted to fight against the trembling in your thighs that urged you to slam them shut. Any sudden movements and you’d make a splash for sure. You couldn’t have Taiga coming to investigate– you were too close to stop now. 

You ground your head into his shoulder, eyes stapled shut as he pressed his palm to your mouth tighter. He was rubbing faster. He knew you couldn’t hold back. Your hands splashed through the water until you found purchase in his thigh muscles, crescent moons sinking into white skin. 

He pushed you over the edge and all you could do now was ride it out, panting hard into his hand– trying and failing not to let out so much as a squeak. 

“Thaaat’s it, _____. Let it out.” he whispered, kissing your ear. “Thaaat’s my girl. Keep cummin’ for me.”

The current rippling through you shot from head to toe, leaving behind a dizziness in its wake. With a shudder, you melted into him, fighting to catch your breath. At last, he removed his hand from your mouth, subtly noting the bite mark left behind. He hadn’t even noticed you biting him.  He was so engrossed in what he’d been doing. Goro kissed at the wet nape of your neck, tasting a mixture of bathwater and sweat then dropped his bitten hand beneath the water to stroke the skin of your belly.

“Taiga’s going to get so pissed at us…” you said in an airy tone.

“Only if he finds out.” 

“Oh, I think he found out.” a gruff voice said near the door.

The two flinched, gazes following the voice to find the other man leaning against the doorframe with folded arms. 

“What the hell, kyodai? How long ya been standin’ there?”

“Long enough.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” you asked.

Something mischievous played on his features beneath the flickering light. “I’ve got my reasons. Besides, ya looked like ya needed it so bad, I couldn’t bring myself to interrupt.”

“I told you we should’ve waited, Goro.”

“You ain’t say shit!”

“I tried.”

“Not very hard mi–”

“Enough,” Taiga said, unfolding a large bath towel as he approached the bath. “C’mon, let’s get you dry.”

“It ain’t been an hour yet.”

“Maybe it ain’t but you can’t follow instructions. So, I’m gonna go on and take this one off yer hands.”

He allowed you a moment to clean yourself up then he helped you out of the tub, dried you with the towel then wrapped it around your body before lifting you into his arms bridal style.

“Yer takin’ her for the massage already?”

“Ya know,” he began. “I’m a little fired up now. Maybe I’ll take a page from your book and lose sight o’ my task.” 

“That ain’t fair!” Goro nearly shouted, propping himself up over the edge of the tub. “How’s that fair?”

Taiga looked from you to him, a barely there smirk playing upon his lips and Goro couldn’t see it but you certainly could from your seat, there was something devilish there. 

Wicked.

“Do I look like I give a shit ‘bout bein’ fair?”

Please do not reupload/repost/rewrite but reblogs are ALWAYS appreciated. Thank you for reading!

[veikkoalen]

heat death

majima x reader

words: 168

on ao3

–burn in hell.

–baby i told you it's cold in here.

–it's always about you, – you turned, unable to contain the happiness. he looked almost apologetic, but his devilish glimmer in the eye gave away the usual self. you brought the cigarette back.

–so... we settled in?

–ahh... –

your man got sent into a violent fit of cough, darting his crazed eye on you.

–whaaa!? what are you doooing!?

you laughed till your heart bled.

–thought the smoke might warm you up.–

i forgot your lighter. – the cap clicked in the pocket. with all the feelings you have been drowning in you thought your head would erase the path to protect you, – to return it, i mean. forgot. to put into the.

coffin.

you lighted the flame.

you stared at the light till your eyes hurt.

you aimed higher in the sky.

.

.

the metal hit the stone somewhere away.

–take it yourself then, p–

fucking prick, to torture you like that.

you choked on your tears.

dividers

extra notes:

no characterization xdd i just want to turn likeable guys into ghosts. btw i had yakuza 0 goro in mind but this one kinda feels more like a mad dog already so whatever the japanese funeral tradition of passing the bones with the chopsticks after the cremation unnerved me

[gaiathemexicanbeauty]

UHM

Boss

Can I have headcanons of the Mad Dog of Shimano watching his crush play with a toddler and he realizes he's in love </3

Boss <\3

majima crush headcanons

warnings: mention of alcohol but mostly dumb fluff! :3

reader is gender neutral! :D

idk who ur calling boss but if its me HEYYY SIR YES SIR I CAN WRITE FOR YOU 🫡

also i know you only asked for the crush with a toddler but this will be just a general crush headcanon list as well!

thanks so much for requesting! i’m steadily getting through the requests i have but make sure to check out my ask box! thanks for reading! <3

i think if majima had a crush on someone i feel like he wouldn’t really know it at first, he is most definitely the “we look like a couple of besties” guy but not on purpose

that or he’s completely ignorant and when (if you ever do) tell him, he’s like “????? REALLY??”

BUTTTT!! when he finally realizes it, he is so distraught; he’s the guy that thinks about it at night and he’ll toss and turn before finally laying on his back

he stares at his ceiling with his fingers intertwined over his stomach before he growls and gets out of bad to go out and find something to do to get rid of the giddy feeling in his stomach (he wouldn’t tell you that, though, he punches anyone who insinuates he has a crush)

so he obviously doesn’t tell you when he has a crush on you

and i think when the two of you are alone, he feels a lot less inclined to be all “HEHEHE HAHAAH IM CRAZY AND INSANE” to impress you but he’ll act funny when you’re in a bad mood

had a really vivid image of you and majima maybe at one of those rooftop bars or maybe ur just on a rooftop hanging out (for whatever reason) and you’re telling majima all about your day and how you need a drink but you may as well have stopped talking bc he wasn’t paying attention, he was looking at you and taking in the view of the moon and the way it was shining on you; not that you would really notice bc of the completely unbothered front that he puts on

i think seeing you with a kid is what really reels him in, though, he’s almost scared of the way his heart leaps in his chest

you and him probably head for a park (there’s like two in kamurocho if i remember correctly, it’s been a long day guys) after a night on the town

majima is laying on a bench with his arm over his eyes while you sit by his feet and change your shoes for something more comfortable before a toy runs into one of your shoes and knocks it over

“hey, you got in the way of my car! you’re sitting on my tunnel!” a shrill voice says, running up to the bench you are sitting at and snatching the car away.

majima has most definitely woken up from his very light state of sleep, one of his arms hanging off the side of the bench and the other laying on his stomach as he watches you start to playfully argue with the kid

and he regrets it

he doesn’t say anything while he watches you make a “racetrack” (it’s really only sticks that you and the boy can find around the park) with the small boy, he’s afraid he’ll spit up a butterfly or something from how many are flying in his stomach right now

you’ll occasionally look up to see what majima is doing and he’ll feign disinterest, picking at his nails or something to make it seem like he totally he wasn’t looking at you

“MISTER! DO YOU WANNA PLAY TOO?!” the boy shouts from inside the slide, making majima sit up as you shrug your shoulders at him and gestures for him to join you two

and how could he say no to that?

the three of you spend what only feels like a couple of minutes making the rest of a racetrack before a group of small boys catch the small boy’s attention and he leaves\

“you sure can hold your own with a kid.” majima mumbles from behind you, sitting down in the exit of the slide and leaning back on his hands

“what can i say? kids like me.” you say, shrugging softly before you crouch down to majima’s height inside the slide

you boop him on the nose with your finger which makes him jump before you say “which is probably why its so easy to be around you.”

majima’s face goes beet red before he swats your hand away, making you giggle as he grumbles about how he ‘hates’ you

IM SORRY IF THIS WAS LITTLE TOO LONG AND MAYBE WASNT WHAT YOU ASKED FOR HELPPP 

i reallly tried to make it obvious that he had a crush on you but imo, majima himself isn’t the kind of guy to be really obvious about who he likes unless he’s drunk

but either way, i got so excited to write this and had so much fun! :D i hope you enjoy it! <33

[ymiwritesstuff]

Watchful Eye

Dude I had to write for Majima again the brainrot is real LMAO this one I was inspired by one of the substories in 0, the one with the doll girl because AAA that one is so cute and wholesome I love dadjima. Anyway I hope you enjoy!

Yakuza 0

Goro Majima x Single Mom!Reader

Summary: It was but a mere coincidence, he had been at the right place at the right time, and soon he found himself silently watching over a small child who got attached to him quite quickly.

Notes: Fluff, mentions of bullying, DADJIMA

Also posted on AO3!

It had started out as another of Sotenbori’s random encounters, the ones you’d see on the side of the road, or in secluded alleyways. Mundane and standard for the city. That’s how he would describe it. Majima had seen his fair share of these incidental and banal meetings with the locals, but none had stuck to him as much as this one.

He did not exactly intend to venture to the area next to the small park for a smoke that day, it had just happened while he was buried in his thoughts. Something had weighed heavy in his mind, though he had long forgotten what it was. The only significant thing he remembered from that day was that peculiar encounter.

The little girl had bumped into him suddenly and the collision pulled him away from his thoughts. It had startled him slightly and despite the child obviously not noticing this, she was quick to apologize.

“I’m sorry, Mister.”

“Don’t worry ‘bout it, kiddo.”

He had expected the girl to run along and continue with whatever she was doing but soon noticed her looking up at him, shifting her weight between her feet. That prompted Majima to look around the park, only to find it rather empty.

“Where’s yer mom?”

The girl’s company hadn’t made him uncomfortable per se, he could even say that it alleviated some of the load on his shoulders and mind, but he had also been painfully aware of how he and his rough appearance might have earned him some dirty looks from possible onlookers. A man who looked like a yakuza hanging out with a girl who seemed barely ten years of age? Yeah, he would rather play it safe and avoid conflict.

She hadn’t seemed scared though.

“She’s at work,” She chirped and glanced behind her. “But she should be back soon!”

Majima had given her a hum at that. It was not a terribly unusual occurrence. One could see children by their lonesomes all over the city. Parents worked hard to maintain a stable life and income for the sake of their kids. Still, the sun was steadily disappearing behind the horizon, it would be dark soon.

“Ya got friends around here or somethin’?”

The girl shook her head, eyes falling to the ground beneath her small feet. “All my friends went home after school and I came here to wait for mommy.” Her eyes shifted towards the empty swings and benches, her smile vanishing the tiniest amount. “Usually there are other kids here too...”

Majima sighed softly. So this was a part of her regular daily routine. Poor kid, he had thought. He could only hope that her mother would return soon.

Upon taking another drag on his cigarette, the girl looked up at him again with furrowed brows and a pout upon her lips.

“Mommy says smoking is bad for you…”

Her words had been unexpected, and the bluntness of them caught him off guard as he found himself looking down at the child.

“Ya better listen to your mom then, kid.” He gave the cigarette between his fingers a glance. “She’s right, ya know.”

“Then why do you do it, Mister?”

He turned to the girl once more, her innocent question floating in his head for a bit as he tried to look for an answer that would make sense for a youngster her age. He found none.

“I dunno. Guess it’s just a habit…” Majima twirled the cigarette between his fingers, keeping his attentive eye on it.

His bland reply earned him a huff from the kid who quickly crossed her arms. “You should stop doing that, Mister. It’ll make your lungs as dark as your hair!”

Majima could not help but chuckle, the amusement caused by her scolding lifting his spirits far more than expected. He flicked the half-burnt cigarette away, to which the girl in front of him smiled brightly.

The Lord of the Night quickly dawned an exaggerated expression of shock, one that the child could latch onto and hopefully shift the tone of the conversation to something more lighthearted.

“Say whaaat? But my hair’s kinda cool, don’t ya think?” He ran his palms pompously over his head and neatly tied locks as he spoke. “Would be even cooler if my airbags matched.”

He was fully aware of how ridiculous he must have seemed, but hearing the giggles that flew out of the little girl’s mouth more than made up for that. It was but a small expression of joy, but Majima was happy to see it.

“You are so silly, Mister.”

Majima had been quite surprised at the girl’s friendly nature towards him. He had never expected anyone, let alone children to interact with him so casually. There was no fear or uncertainty in her shining eyes, only curiosity in its purest form one would expect from a child. She wasn’t wary of him, nor did she judge him with her gaze or her words. She must have been raised right.

“Hinami-chan!”

Both of them looked toward the direction where the unknown voice came from, though it did not take long for either of them to realize the identity of the person standing a few feet away from them.

“Mommy!”

The girl had begun running towards her mother, only to stop after a few steps to turn back to Majima with the widest smile on her face.

“Bye bye, Mister!!”

She had waved at him and continued her journey into her mother’s welcoming arms. The two adults exchanged brief glances, and Majima was surprised to meet with a neutral gaze, rather than a suspicious one. He had given a nod before leaving the park behind.

“Who was that, sweetie?” You had asked your daughter as she hugged you, the image of the man freshly planted in your mind. His appearance was striking, but he did not seem threatening and your daughter certainly didn’t seem to be frightened by him.

Hinami giggled playfully and looked up at you. “A friend.”

And that’s how it began. Majima found himself returning to the park, or at least the area relatively close to it. It was not completely intentional, the first few times had been a mere coincidence, something work-related, and every time he would catch a glimpse of the girl, sometimes accompanied by her mother. Sometimes the child noticed and waved, other times she was too occupied with playing.

Majima did not go out of his way to talk to her though, despite his short visits to the park becoming somewhat frequent. He still played by his own unwritten rule, one of them being don’t get innocents involved. Majima was constantly watched, and his stay in Sotenbori was so heavily monitored that he did not want to befriend too many locals, lest they get tangled in the predicament he was in.

That however changed one day when the park had been a bit more lively.

Majima had initially thought Hinami had been playing with friends from school, but mere seconds of listening to the harsh voices and laughs was more than enough to tell him what it actually was. The poor girl was getting bullied by her peers.

He had been quick to step in, his stern scowl being all it took for the boys surrounding the defenseless girl to go running off, fearful exclamations flying from their mouths. After muttering something under his breath, he turned to Hinami.

“Ya okay, kiddo?”

“I am. Thank you, Mister!”

After that, he returned often, even telling you about the bullying incident when he got the chance. You had been grateful that he had intervened and given him your thanks. You worked late and often worried for your daughter. Hinami was smart and independent for her age, but at the cost of you not being able to be there for her when she might have needed it. In that regard, someone like him was a blessing.

You began seeing him more and more often when you went to pick up your girl. He sat on one of the benches, keeping his watchful eye on Hinami. It brought you relief, knowing that someone was watching over her whilst you were gone, and as time went on, you got to know him a bit better.

Despite what his outward appearance would suggest, you soon found out just how gentle of a man lay behind it. From his eye that was softly framed whenever he looked out for your daughter to the way he would kindly greet you when you arrived and promptly excuse himself soon after, all of it told gave you a good idea of what kind of a person he was. 

He never stayed for too much chitchat, you knew his name, but not much else. You were sure he had his reasons, but a part of you could not help but be curious. He got along with Hinami unbelievably well, and she seemed to like him. It warmed your heart.

“Can I really have this???” Hinami asked, eyes sparkling in awe as she held the stuffed toy in her hands.

“Of course, ya can. I got it for you specifically,” Majima replied, recalling his haphazard visit to the arcade. He had wanted to try his luck with one of those cursed claw machines and managed to win a plushie after a few dozen tries. His wallet was scarred, but the girl was smiling.

“I hope your mom don’t mind the new friend ya got, though,” he muttered as Hinami sat next to him on the bench, holding the stuffed animal in a firm embrace. Truthfully, ever since he had won the silly game he wondered if he was close to stepping over a line that would get himself too involved in their life.

“Don’t worry, Mister.” Hinami turned to him, that bright smile of hers more apparent than ever. “I got it from you!”

Majima quirked an eyebrow at that.

“Hey, hey. What’s that s’posed to mean, Hinami-chan?”

His inquiry was not a serious one, but once he heard the impish giggles that bubbled from her and the way she excitedly kicked her feet, he felt something on his side. Now he was curious.

“Well… Don’t tell mommy I told you this but,” With her hand, she motioned for him to bring his head lower so he could hear her secretive whispers.

“She thinks you’re really handsome.”

As soon as the words left her mouth, Majima’s chest tightened and his remaining eye widened. For a brief second, he wasn’t certain he had heard the girl correctly. 

“Huuh?? Whaddya mean, Hinami-chan??”

She giggled once more and hopped off the bench, strutting in front of the slightly flustered man, clutching her new toy. “She said so! I heard her! Mommy has also been smiling a lot recently.”

Majima could only blink silently as he listened to her, still somewhat shocked at the words he was hearing. Even a damn idiot could understand the meaning behind them, and immediately some logical part of him wondered if the line of privacy he had been so careful of had been rudely crossed, but that thought did not linger for long. Not when he looked at the overjoyed girl in front of him. He let out a laugh.

“That so?” Hinami nodded enthusiastically.

“Yep!” Her expression quickly abandoned all of its brightness and became deadly serious, it was almost frightening. “But you absolutely cannot tell her that I told you!!”

The young girl's stare was so intense that the pledge left his mouth almost too fast.

“Alright, alright. I won’t tell a soul, okay?”

Hinami, seemingly not satisfied with mere words, then lifted her pinky up and brought her hand to him. After a moment of silence, she spoke:

“You have to promise, Mister. Otherwise, it doesn’t count!” She announced curtly.

Shaking his head out of sheer amusement, he chuckled and leaned forward, gingerly wrapping his pinky around her tiny one.

“I promise ya, Hinami-chan. It’ll be our secret, all right?”

The girl gave him a single nod as she retreated her hand, before running off to the swings with her plush toy. Majima kept his eye on her and leaned back lazily, lightly smiling to himself as the routine that he had gotten fairly used to continued its course.

Majima’s sharp ears caught the approaching footsteps when you finally arrived, but your daughter was too occupied with playing to notice you stepping behind the bench on which the man that had kept your child company these past weeks sat. Your eyes met, and you gave him a smile.

“She looks quite busy,” you commented, pointing to the direction of your daughter with your gaze, which made Majima let out a short chuckle.

“That she is. Hope ya don’t mind the little present I gave her.” He turned his head to look at you, only to be met with an expression that to him looked peaceful, content with the present moment.

“Not at all. She clearly loves her new friend.” Majima hummed in agreement. Even from far away, he could see the cheerful grin on her face and it coated his insides in a warm radiance he rarely felt. She resembled you, something he had noticed the more time had gone by. He was certain Hinami had inherited your smile.

Your eyes wandered to the mysterious man you know so little about, and once again, curiosity poked at you. He did so much for you only by keeping your young child company when you couldn’t. It was out of the goodness of his heart, something you never would have guessed had you met under different circumstances. 

You recalled the times Hinami would ask if the nice man with the eyepatch would be waiting for her after school, and each time you replied that you didn’t know. Yet he had been there, every time since the bullying incident. 

And you had never managed to thank him properly.

“I better get goin’,” he suddenly said and stood up. You immediately knew what it meant, it was all too familiar. This time though, you stopped him from leaving prematurely, not before giving him your gratitude.

“Majima-san,” you called out, which stopped him in his tracks. He turned to you, a puzzled look upon his tired face for you had never delayed his departure. In truth, you had never been fast or brave enough.

“I… I just wanted to thank you. For everything.” The way your words came out was far from effortless, they almost got stuck in your throat. Had you been more astute, you may have noticed your increasing heart rate.

Majima turned to you fully, staying silent as you continued.

“Hinami talks about you every day, and to be completely honest,” you gave your precious daughter a glance, your heart fluttering at the sight of her, lost in her own little world. With a sigh, you looked at Majima once more.

“She needs someone like you.”

Majima’s eye softened. He immediately understood what your words were insinuating. Perhaps he had subconsciously always known it. You were always the one to pick her up, and Hinami only ever talked about ‘mommy’, it did not take a genius to put the pieces together. Though Majima himself never saw himself as the fatherly type, he was glad he was able to bring some joy into your daughter’s life.

“She’s a joy to be around,” he admitted in a low voice while turning his head toward her. “A real ray of sunshine, that one.” His words warmed your heart, but his gaze hardened and his eyebrows frowned.

“But I can’t be doin’ this forever, as fun as it is.” Majima hated to say those words, but he also could not deny the fact that he would not be staying in Sotenbori any longer than he had to. The city was his cage, a reminder of his mistakes, and anyone who got too close to him could be in danger. It was the last thing he wanted.

You gave him an understanding nod, noting the way his tense shoulders seemed to relax at your gesture. “And I won’t ask you to. I just wanted to let you know how much this all means to her and me. So, truly,” you bowed down slightly.

“Thank you, Majima-san.”

Majima noticed how soft your voice had become as you expressed your gratitude. It gave him an uncomfortable tingle in his core. He hadn’t expected his actions to be this meaningful to someone. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other.

“It’s nothin’, really. Your little girl’s been great company, ya raised her well.”

You muttered a quick thank you once more as you straightened yourself. Majima looked at you fondly, his kind stare washing away all the stress you may have felt from work. There was a comfortable silence as the two of you silently looked at each other. For the first time, you noticed the small details of his face, from his faint dark circles to his cleanly shaved chin.

You wondered how he lost his eye, where he worked, and how he managed to keep his raven locks in such a neat ponytail. The mystery surrounding the man was killing you and the thoughts that roamed in your head gave you the courage to open your mouth.

“Still, I want to thank you properly, Majima-san,” you began, taking a few steps toward him. You took a breath to calm your nerves.

“Would you join me for dinner sometime?” Once the question was launched into the air, you immediately felt like a weight had disappeared from your shoulders, though you would still need to wait for his answer.

The proposal drifted in his mind for a moment and he thought back to the words spoken to him earlier by Hinami. Ones he had sworn to keep a secret. Though he had initially thought they were a product of her imagination, the way you carefully voiced your question made him doubt it. Whether it was only a way for you to express your appreciation, or something more, he was intrigued and found it difficult to refuse.

“Sure thing. That sure seems like good compensation for lookin’ out for the little rascal,” he joked, which eased some of the tension in your being and prompted you to laugh slightly.

“Sounds great.”

Your smile lingered as Hinami finally noticed you and began to run toward you as she always did, eager to show off her new toy given to him by the kind one-eyed man.

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[gladoswantscake]

Special Guest - Goro Majima x Hostess F!Reader

Summary: There's a special occasion occurring at your job and it's not what you expected.

Warnings: A lil suggestive. Nothing too graphic

A/N: I'm so proud of myself putting in over 2.3k words!!!!! 🥹 Out of all the oneshots I've posted, this is the most I've written.

Available on Wattpad and AO3

The murmuring sounds of upbeat music and the chattering of your co-workers could be heard from outside of the dressing room. As you were told by your boss, this evening there were special guests and they would be renting out the club for the rest of the evening. From the tone of your boss, he sounded skittish. But why?

As you were finishing your makeup touchups, your coworker stuck her head through the door.

"Y/N-chan the guests are here!"

"Here already?" You turn your head to the clock on the wall. "They're not supposed to be here for another twenty minutes."

She turns her head back around and steps into the dressing room, closing the door behind her. "Well from what I heard, some of the guests were eager to come sooner."

"How many are there?" You stand from the dressing table and straighten out your outfit.

The coworker thinks to herself briefly. "Only a few, but from the looks of them, they don't look like our typical clients." Her voice is now in a whisper.

You raise a brow. "Older me-"

"Yakuza." She cuts you off.

"What business do they have coming here?"

"I guess they wanted to come and check it out, but who knows. But we really shouldn't keep them waiting." She grabs your wrist and guides you out of the dressing room and into the lobby.

As you and your co-worker step out of the dressing room, your boss approaches you.

"Y/N-san you've been requested by Majima-san. He's the um... former patriarch." He shudders. "You are one of my best girls, so please don't let me down." He escorts you to the corner of the club where you will be accompanying your client.

Your boss gave you a nervous grin and a thumbs up to wish you luck before leaving you alone.

"Good evening, Majima-san." You bow. "I hope I wasn't keeping you waiting for long." You sit next to him.

From the look on his face he was astounded by your attire. Compared to some of your co-workers, you went all out on looking your best, however as a platinum hostess, it was required.

He clears his throat and gives you a smile. "You came right on time, although," He swings his arm behind you around the back of the booth chair. "I wouldn't have minded one bit waiting longer to know that I was gonna get a gal like ya."

You giggle at his compliment.

From the way he displays himself from his men, he had no problem showing off who he was. He was definitely a Yakuza affiliated from the way his tattoo was peeking out of his snakeskin blazer, and you were already catching yourself staring his exposed torso. Aside from the eyepatch covering part of his face, you had to admit you were catching feelings.

"Shall I get you something to drink?" You ask with a smile.

"Sounds good to me. What's the most recommended drink here?"

"I'm not quite sure, but if it were to be a favorite, I'd say champagne."

The man beams. "Champagne it is then."

You signal the waiter to bring you the bottle of champagne. The waiter nods bringing you the bottle shortly after.

"I have to say..." He gazes your fitting outfit. "You sure know how to make a fella fall fer ya." He compliments. "I asked for the best hostess, but your boss didn't give me your name."

"I apologize for, Majima-san. It's Y/N."

He takes a fresh cigarette from his carton and offers you one.

You took the cigarette from his fingertips. Smoking was something you didn't do as much, but knowing how addicting it can be, you were careful not to do it as often. Majima raised the lighter in front of you, igniting yours before his.

Majima takes a long drag of his cigarette bud before speaking again.

"Y/N-san." He let the name roll off of his tongue. "That's a pretty name. Ya don't hear as many names like yours around here." His eyes survey the room making sure that his subordinates are in line.

He looks back at your nervous demeanor with an almost finished cigarette. It must have been your first time dealing with the Yakuza in a hostess club.

A grin appears on his lips.

"Are ya always this nervous around good-lookin' men? Or is it ones in the dark suits that's making ya feel bothered?" He teases leaning into you a bit. His gloved fingertips purposely brushing your shoulder.

A feeling of warmth rose to your cheeks from Majima's question.

"It's just that it's unusual for our boss to arrange something like this." You grin awkwardly. "But you also are very... handsome."

He takes another drag. "Are ya saying that because it's yer job or do ya really mean it?" He leans in closer. His arm now resting on your shoulder.

Your heart was starting to pound the more he invaded your space. You could tell that he was getting pleasure out of making you fluster.

The tension between the two of you was overbearing. It felt wrong, but deep down you were secretly enjoying the physical touch.

After a few seconds of staring at him so dumbfounded he breaks into a contagious laugh. "I'm just poking at ya!" He rolls his head back as he pats your shoulder.

Majima's strange behavior disconcerts you. In your mind, it seemed a bit childish for a patriarch to act this way, but who's to judge. He was letting loose, and it was probably something he rarely ever has a chance to do, considering his job includes committing illicit activity.

"I didn't mean to put ya on the spot, but," He slowly looks back at you with a broad smile. "I am flattered to receive a compliment by a girl like ya." He takes one last drag and extinguishes it on the ash tray.

Majima then reaches for the bottle on the table, pouring a glass of champagne, handing it to you. "So, tell me something about yourself. What made you want to work as a hostess?" He pours himself a glass and leans back into the booth, spreading his legs in a relaxed manner.

You took swig from your glass; the acidic liquid hitting your tongue followed by the sweet tasting flavors of citrus, peaches, and a hint of cherry. The alcohol soothed your anxiety, but as much as you wanted to get seconds, you had to be careful not to consume so much on the job despite the flavor already getting you hooked.

"I used to live in a small town, but I moved here some time ago for better job opportunities and for a better future."

Majima raises his brows with interest. "You're new here in this town, huh? What do ya think of it so far?" He scoots closer to you.

"Well, I haven't done much of exploring of the town yet since I've been busy working. But the people here are very friendly."

"I can't believe you hadn't had the opportunity! Say, if ya ever wanna find a place to dine at," He points to himself. "I'm your guy to give ya to point ya to the right restaurant."

"Thank you. I'll be needing some suggestions some time when I go out to eat." You take another sip from your glass.

"So, what brings you to our club?" You ask.

Majima's contented expression fades. He downs the remaining glass of champagne and sets it on the table before speaking. "Considering you've lived here long enough, I'm sure you know what kind of person I am." His gaze making the butterflies in your stomach flutter.

"A Yakuza, right?"

He nods. "Since we've found out the place has opened recently, my boys and I had to come by and check it out. It's nice to know who's running the business in our territory." He looks around the room admiring the atmosphere of the club. "And so far, I love what yer boss done to the place."

You smile and nod in agreement. "He's put a lot of effort into making his business successful."

The facial hair exceeding outwards from his goatee made his jawline more accentuated and handsome. From the way his body relaxes against the booth chair, the canvas from his blazer exposes more of his muscled torso. You couldn't help but stare with such delight.

The erotic thoughts began to plague your mind the longer you stare. You wonder what it would feel like to run your hands up to his chest, feeling every scar on him. How it would feel wonderful to trace your hands along his tattooed skin.

"So, how long have ya been a hostess?" He turns his head.

"A few years now. I used to work for a corporate, but it was exhausting. But one day a friend of mine reached out to me about a hostess club that was hiring, and I haven't had second thoughts since."

"I can understand wanting to get out of the rat race. Do you have any plans in the future or are ya comfortable where you're at?"

"I've always wanted to start a business of my own. So in a couple of years, I'll have enough money to go back to college."

"An entrepreneur, huh? You have some good ambitions. I like that about ya. A go-getter!"

"Thank you. You're the first person that I can talk about goals or plans without dozing off." You laugh.

Then you lean towards him with one hand supporting the rest of your body. "I have to say out of all the clients I've had, you're the most interesting one."

"What makes you think I'm interesting?"

"It's your outfit for one. I've never had a client who's dressed differently. All of my past clients were older businessmen, so it's nice to see a bit of change."

"You really like my style?" He chuckles. "I have gotten stares from the way I dress. Yer the first person that's complimented my outfit."

"And your personality... I like it."

There were so many more compliments you wanted to spill out of your mouth and how much you wanted to profess your feelings to him, but you held your tongue.

Majima raises a brow. He was already getting a kick out of you serving up compliments to him. "What's with all the compliments?" He chuckles. "I ain't ever heard a woman pour her heart out to a man before."

The temperature of your body grew by his comment. You took one last swig from your glass to calm your anxiety and hoped it would relax you for the rest of the session.

"I know we just met this evening, but there's something about you that... attracts me." You fold your now clammy hands into your lap.

His face softens. The affinity in your words is starting to become obvious to Majima. He wanted more.

"Ain't you the sweetest hostess." He coos. "I guess it's my charm that's gettin' ya worked up."

You didn't realize his hand was accidentally laying on top of yours, lightly brushing the back of it with his thumb. He leans in a bit closer to hold your chin with his free hand. Your heart was pounding again. A man you've met for the first time, a high-ranking Yakuza, is making you fall hard for him.

Something inside you wanted to take things a bit further. Confidently, you moved you hand slowly up Majima's thigh making his breathing hitch.

Those innocent eyes, soft pastel lips, the dress that hugged your body close to your skin allowing it to flaunt your curves. And the amount of skin you were displaying from your legs was starting to make him feral.

"You really know how to get a man going." His voice dips low and seductive. His hand then moves from your chin to cup your cheek.

Something about his voice is driving you even more aroused, and his touch is only fueling it more.

As your hand caresses upwards towards his crotch the tight, twitching feeling in between his thighs is starting to get to him.

He wanted to run his hand up underneath your dress to get an arousing reaction out of you. He wanted you to quietly whimper out his name the further his hand went inwards into your thighs, but he knew better not to.

Instead, his gloved fingers teasingly tip-toes along your exposed thigh sending sparks of lust within you.

If nobody was present in the club, you'd let him have his way with you.

His lips are now close to yours. You could smell the combination of the faint smell of tobacco and the sweet tasting champagne that lingered on his tongue.

His goatee tickles your cheek as he leans into your ear.

"As much as I'd love to roam my hands underneath that dress of yours, I'd like to get to know more about ya." His voice vibrates in your ear.

You could feel him grinning ear to ear. He slowly pulls away with his lips purposefully brushing your cheek. The hand that once laid on top of yours was brought to his lips to place a kiss.

"I may be a Yakuza, but I know better to not take a woman home on the first night. It wouldn't be polite of me." He lowers your hand.

He was right. It wouldn't be the polite thing to do, especially it being the first time the two of you have met. But it was hard to push the provocative thoughts of yours in the back of your head.

He leans back into the booth chair, draping an arm over your shoulder and bringing you close into his embrace.

"I have to say with you in this club, you make it twice as good."

You lean your head on his shoulder and your hand finds its way back on his thigh. "I'm glad you've had a great experience, Majima-san. Or should I say Majima-chan." You laugh.

He smiles at your comment.

"Since you mentioned about opening up a business, I can help ya out."

"That'd be great..."

[majimanowhere]

Hello~ may I get a matchup? <3

Fandom: yakuza

Pronouns: she/her/they

Preference: any gender

Sexuality: aromantic cupiosexual(mine)

Mbti&Enneagram: esfp 9w8 or 6w7, very unsure

Personality: I’m an ambiverted person that loves to achieve my goals while also living my life instead of only surviving it. I would also describe myself as someone that rises to be independent while also accepting help from others. I surly try to hide my sadness in order to not turn down the mood, since I want my friends to have a good time. Although I’m good at listening and giving advice to my friends while talking about something deep. I love hugs and physical touch, but I mostly give it to those I feel quite close to. My dream is to be a tattoo artist and one of the styles I love quite much is the irezumi, which is why I can be seen fangirling or at least a dire people with irezumi tattoo. But my style that would love to do on others is realistic art of anything. I also care about my grades, but I do not stress myself over them too much cause I know that the world won’t look at my grades that much when I’m applying for a job. It’s the experience tans mindset that counts. I can seem distant and cold, since I try to be logical but I and my friends do know that deep inside, I do care quite much about others. A funny thing is that my friends always says that I’m mysterious since I don’t talk that much about myself. This might be because I love hearing more about other peoples lives and experience. I also love going out and buy things like clothes, boba, coffee and do window shopping. Nowadays I can usually be seen at a cafe with my computer while doing school work or research cause I do wanna do my best and boast to my younger brothers. I am also often seen outside or in a cafe while talking to my friends about whatever comes to mind. But sometimes I can be quite detached from the world, especially when I’m drawing. No one dares to touch or bother me while I’m drawing cause I will literally attack someone with my pen.

Hobbies: drawing, watch movies/series, train kickboxing, go out, writing, earn money(from my job), scroll through the internet, enjoy life, learn about anything that interests me etc…

Interests: the mafia and yakuza, lifestyle tips, tattoos, how to earn money, martial arts, coffee making etc…

Likes: honest and straightforward people, independent people, open minded people cause I am one, tattoos, boba tea, coffee, outfit ideas, peace, solving problems and conflicts etc…

Dislikes: dishonesty, bullying, unnecessary violence, poverty, misunderstandings, people that refuse to talk things out, snails, stress, group pressure etc…

I kinda went off and wrote a lot but I hope you don’t mind😅 I wish you a great year and do take your time with this request! <3

HIHIHI sorry it took me so damn long to get to this, my life has been incredibly frantic!

i also want to apologize for the short length and if there’s any spelling/grammar errors! i’m doing this at 1am and im sick AND i’m not wearing my glasses LMAOOO

i match you with…

majima!

i have a couple different thoughts depending on the timeline!

i think you guys would get along quite nicely in terms of morals and ideologies (honesty, poverty, listening to others experiences [more so y0 majima])

i feel like he would find your hobbies quite interesting! coffee making, kickboxing, martial arts, i can see him thoroughly enjoying your thoughts and ideas on these topics. especially in terms of art. i can’t see him being a great artist himself, so that’s why he would enjoy yours! he likes your ideas for tattoo designs and irezumis and would probably give his opinion and experience on them. when you become a tattoo artist you can touch up his tat for him!

it might take him a while to open up a bit and talk seriously, but i feel like once he does you can ask him to talk about the yakuza and his personal experience. not only is this letting you get to know him better and listening to his struggles, but it’s also learning about yakuza!

i think he would enjoy your presence as you guys are similar in ways (in terms of him and not his mad dog persona). he would agree with your sentiment of living instead of surviving as living life to the fullest is what he’s all about! if he’s in his mad dog persona i feel like your mysterious aura would be a great contrast to his loud and obnoxious self.

when you’re detached from the world that’s when he steps in! you’ll be daydreaming while he keeps watch in case anyone tries to mess with you. you won’t have to worry about anyone sneaking up on you in kamurocho/sotenbori.

however i feel communication might be where you guys run into issues. not because you guys aren’t honest, but because you would both struggle to talk about your own feelings and mental health. you don’t talk much about yourself and neither does he (or at least honestly).

in terms of mad dog majima can see y’all meeting at a cafe. you’ll be on your laptop or drawing and he’ll be a regular at the cafe. whenever he comes in you always look at him (since he looks kinda weird LMAO). after a while of seeing you look at him he walks up and asks you what you’re doing/why you’re looking at him. you tell him why you’re looking at him and your love for art and it goes from there!

[itz-wanderer]

Hello guys! 💛 I wrote this since today is February 14th which means it's ✨VALENTINE'S DAY✨ I know it's short but 🙏🏻💗 Anyway,

✨💜 HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY EVERYONE 💜✨

Getting homemade chocolates from their crush on Valentines (Kiryu, Majima, Nishiki)

Kiryu Kazuma

- Kiryu being the airhead as he always has been would surely accept them and probably try to give her money instead thinking his crush is trying to sell him chocolates and him trying to impress her, wants to show he can buy as much she wants to make her happy.

- His crush would surely let out a sigh calling him stupid for giving her money back for the chocolates she had practiced all night long the day before and this is how she gets repaid :”)

- But everything starts getting clearer to Kiryu as he remembers the date and notices the decorations around. The cafes are decorated with red and white balloons, couples walking over to love hotels in Kamurocho. Then he learns that today is the day for lovers!

- He will make it a priority to make sure the rest of your day goes in the best way possible!! Since he fucked up so bad with your homemade gift; begging and promising to make it up to you in any way possible.

Majima Goro

-Majima seems like the person who when getting a gift from a girl who he is not romantically interested in, he would still happily and politely accept it. But he will make sure that he does not lead her on.

- However, when it comes to his crush, he gets super flustered, not being able to make eye contact with them when they compliment on how hot he looks in his dark black suit and their chocolates?? He would gulp them down even if they did not taste like chocolate at all and yelp ”UMMAAIII!!!” making his crush giggle and give him a hearty look even though she already had tasted it and knew the chocolate was burnt and tasted bitter.

Akira Nishikiyama

- Nishiki would definitely not be flustered by a girl gifting him chocolates, considering he always was popular among girls who offered him all sorts of gifts long before he even got into the Yakuza business with Kiryu.

- Yuko sure would tease him a lot for getting so many gifts on Valentines. She would also be a bit mad at him cause her friends are always talking a lot about him and his stupidly charming looks and how they wished to find a bf just like him or perhaps just him. Yuko never backed down and would spill ugly secrets of poor Nishiki and the idiotic things he did as a kid.

- However, getting homemade chocolates from his crush would melt his heart even faster than that chocolate took to melt in that boiling pan. He would be over the clouds, canceling all his other plans just so he could spend it with you.

- He is the kinda person who when he gets back home puts that chocolate he got from his crush, on his table and just glances at them for hours feeling all giddy with his face resting on his palm, thinking of all sorts of romantic scenarios in his head on how he is gonna propose to her someday at a lovely beach or in a fancy restaurant on a candle light dinner.

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Majima has a teeny little slip up and calls you by the wrong name when you wake up... Oops [Read More]

Inspired by Mistaken Makoto by Akimama on Ao3 * . °•★|•°∵ ∵°•|☆•° . *

You hurriedly put on your clothes as best as you could hopping down the hallway, pulling up your skirt and zipping it in swift motion with as much force as your angry body could muster, underwear and tights were long forgotten and left in the bedroom, deemed unessential as you made your exit. Desperately you tried to escape the muffled shouts coming from behind you through the door which you had previously slammed shut so hard that a few pictures on the wall had fallen. Anger wasn’t good enough to describe the sensation that was now enveloping your whole body, fire burned within your chest and your eyes started to swell up with tears, god you were pathetic, crying when you should be bursting with unfathomable rage. 

The door behind you suddenly swung open, knocking down any remaining pictures that held. You had already managed to button up your blouse fully, tucked it into your skirt haphhazardly, and were navigating towards the front door, handbag in hand shaking furiously.  “Darlin’ please, just let me explain.” Majima practically flew out of the door, sliding on the floor almost losing balance as he desperately trailed behind you in his underwear. Not a word as you put on your shoes, one hand rubbing the tears from your eyes.

Majima had caught up and was now practically grasping onto your arm, pulling and tugging to try to get your attention, crouching so that he was almost on his knees. “Darlin’ it was nothing but an honest mistake, I was tired, stupid, please…” Words were pouring out of his mouth at record speed, the jumble was sometimes hard to decipher as you pulled your arm away placing a hand on the handle of the door ready to vacate the apartment that suddenly didn’t seem like home anymore. Majima slid past you and placed himself in front of the door so that you couldn’t open it, arms sprawled out.

“Out. Of. My. Way.” Stern words, very unlike you. At this point he knew he royally fucked up, your tone was almost emotionless and detached. He never saw this side of you, it made his spine shiver. 

“Baby please, it was an honest mistake.” Very, very bad choice of words. The moment that string of words had etched itself into your brain it felt like the world around you was crumbling, you felt like your knees were about to buckle and you could drop down to the floor with the earth crumbling beneath you, falling into a deep dark pit of nothingness. At this point you would rather disappear than have to face him. You looked up at him, his face was contorted with a mix of emotions, fear, regret and pity. Whether the pity was for himself or for you, you didn’t know, but what you did know is that you were seconds away from kneeing him in the crotch if he didn’t move. You took a deep breath in and closed your eyes, placing your fingers on the bridge of your nose squeezing gently.

“An honest mistake... No Goro. An honest mistake is when you buy the wrong type of bento, an honest mistake is when you forget to take out the laundry after it's done but what an honest mistake isn’t is when you call your girlfriend by another woman's name when you wake up.” You didn’t raise your voice at him, instead you opted to talk in a calm and collected manner, this in turn made his fear ever more apparent by the way he was plastering himself across the door. His body seemed to tremble as he attempted to put one hand on your cheek which you immediately swatted away at breakneck speed hoping that your message of wanting to be left alone would finally reach him but he was unrelenting, a fighter through and through. 

“I know I ain’t got an excuse fer what I did but -” “You’re right, you don’t. Now get out of my way.” Your eyes were locked in a battle against his, your eyes full of fury and hellfire while his were timid and despondent. He was fighting a losing battle and yet he kept going thinking that maybe he could find the right words that could sway you to his side. 

“[Y/N]...” The cutesy nickname was gone, his tone somber and full of regret. You let go of the door handle and backed away from him for a moment, you stood there assessing him. How could this man try and appease you at a moment like this, in your mind no words could make up for what he did. The agony you felt in your chest had spread its tendrils throughout your whole body making it ache, not often did you feel such anger it was making you sick to your stomach, feeling like you could wretch at any point. 

“Goro, I need you to move before someone gets hurt.” You pinched the temple of your nose and closed your eyes momentarily hoping that once you reopened them this whole thing would turn out to be just a bad dream but, things weren’t that simple. Majima still stood his best in front of the door blocking your path, a stubborn and foolish man. “Can ya just hear me out? I ain’t asking for much.” Something about the way he said those words had finally tipped you over the edge, it was due to no fault of his though, from here on out you were guided by blinding anger. Anger that you could no longer control. 

“No.” A snappy and short response. “I am tired of hearing you talk. I’m tired of seeing you. I’m tired of feeling like a replacement.” You stomped your heel against the wooden floor like a toddler, your vain attempt at anger seeming more pathetic than threatening but your words seemed to cut deep. Deep enough for even Majima to be stunned briefly, his eye widened in surprise. 

“Huh?” Is all that escaped his lips. 

“It’s her isn’t it… God I should’ve known.” You rolled your eyes, a maniacle grin spreading across your face. Majima hesitated for a second, carefully thinking what to say next but he himself was clueless.

“What the hell are yer on about? There is no one else.” He protested with a hint of bewilderment in his voice. 

“Makoto.” 

Silence. A long, uncomfortable, looming silence had filled the air. Both of you just stood there staring at each other, basking in the tension of the situation wondering which one of you would have the guts to speak up.

“So that is her name…” “How…” Majima leaned against the door for extra support, his knees buckling from shock sending him stumbling back a little bit before his back hit the cold polished wood of the door. He was no longer reaching out to you with his hand, instead it collapsed to his side.

“Remember that night, the night you came to me hurt and on death's door. The night Nishida dragged you in here? No, how could you…” You adjusted your bag strap further on your shoulder, your hands instinctively clasped together in front of you so that you could fiddle with your fingers, a sign of anxiety. “That night when I was tending to you, you spoke her name. At first I thought it was just an accident that I had misheard you trying to tell me something but I was wrong. You kept calling out her name during the night, at that point I had my suspicions but chose to let it go. I can’t ignore it any longer.” “It ain’t like that.” His voice was quiet, he put his hand behind his head scratching at a spot, averting his eye away from you. This was one of the few moments you saw the anxious side of him, the side he kept under strict lock and key for no one to see. It was a strange sight to see the man who was hailed as the mad dog of Shimano be reduced to that of a pup. Still, with newfound determination you decided you weren’t up for any more talking and pushed your way past him to the door finally making your way out of the apartment. As you were one foot out the door you felt a grip on your arm, a firm and tight grip bordering on painful. “Will I see you again?” His head was pressed against the side of the door, his good eye looking downwards fearing to meet your fiery gaze.

“I…I need time.” His grip loosened swiftly and his hand once again fell to his side. Without looking back you had made your way to the elevator at the end of the hallway choosing to ignore the tears that have now spilled over your reddened cheeks leaving watery trails that connected at your chin. It was a cool sensation compared to how warm your skin had felt, your whole body was on fire. It took all of your strength not to break down completely in the elevator, the ride feeling long and tedious. Were there always this many floors? Once you reached the bottom floor the dreadful walk of shame back to your shoebox apartment had begun.

* . °•★|•°∵ ∵°•|☆•° . * Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/generatia/726459247440871424/an-honest-mistake-chapter-2?source=share