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You wake up a little too early for work and you tell Majima just how much he means to you, followed by him showing how much you mean to him... [Read More]

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The morning sun crept timidly through the open curtains of your balcony door, the gentle rays of sunlight shining through onto the covers of your bed in which you were tangled in. Your eyes opened just enough to vividly see the time on the alarm clock next to your bed, it was six in the morning, much too early to get out of bed but too late to get any proper sleep now that the sun was making itself known through the rays across your room. Your head sunk back into the pillow, how now would you pass the time until you had to get up and go to work. There were still a couple of hours and you didn’t want to leave the bed in case you disturbed Majima and his peaceful slumber. He deserved the rest after all of the hours he’s been recently putting into his construction company, it seemed as though you’ve rarely had the chance to see him anymore since he got his Kamarucho Hills project. Speaking of Majima… You rolled around in your bed awkwardly trying to make as little movement as possible and faced him there in all his sleeping glory.

Majima wasn’t exactly a picturesque sleeper, he was sprawled out across your bed with his limbs in all sorts of directions and a tiny bit of drool seeping out his mouth in the corner of his lip. He wasn’t perfect, but he was yours and you loved him for it. You adjusted your position according to his sprawled out limbs and rested your head on his bicep near the shoulder, he was so muscular yet so lean, no wonder people underestimated how strong he was. You began to gently trace the snake on his pec, making sure every line was accounted for. The art on his body was so mesmerising, it told the story of his entire being and yet there was still so much that you didn’t know about him. He was a puzzle you were constantly trying to solve in your head and yet you were drawn to his mystery hoping to someday be let into his heart fully and uncover who Goro Majima truly was, not just someone’s mad dog who needed to be leashed.

You watched his chest rise and fall peacefully, he was a sight to behold. You felt as though the Gods had shaped him with their careful hands and placed this man ever so gently in the palm of your hands to love and cherish. There were so many moments with him where for a second you had to pinch yourself to see if it were all real, this was one of those moments. You could feel the warmth emanating from his skin, the skin that was covered in small occasional scars, those imperfections to you made him evermore alluring.

Despite how soft and gentle your touch was, Majima stirred, mumbling something incoherent beneath his breath before he opened his one good eye and adjusted his head towards you. He rarely slept in his eyepatch around you, a sign that his defences were falling and you were one step closer to unravelling his mystery.

“What time is it…” He asked in a low raspy tone, his morning voice was divine to your ears. A low tone unlike the Majima you normally hear with his cackles and high shrieks of excitement. He brought you closer to him with his arm and kissed you on the forehead, his goatee prickling your skin so suddenly sent a shiver through your body.

“It’s still early, don't worry, you can sleep a little longer.” You exclaimed tenderly, you felt a tinge of guilt for disturbing his much needed rest. “I’m sorry for waking you.”

“Tch, don’t be ridiculous.” He scoffed, pulling you even closer to him, almost smothering you to show you how ridiculous you were being. You giggled as he finally eased his tight hold on you. “Whatcha doin’ anyway?” He rubbed some of the sleep from his eye with his other hand.

“I was just thinking,” You smiled as you leaned your head on his chest, placing your chin directly where you had just been tracing the head of his tattoo snake. His hand rested on the top of your head gently caressing you.

“Thinkin’s dangerous business darlin’.” He yawned in the middle of his sentence, his body betrayed just how tired he truly was. He stretched out his long and lean body making some very interesting sounds as you heard parts of his body crack.

“What, scared I might think my way away from you?” You traced your fingers around his chest in circles playfully teasing him.

“Do I really treat ya that badly?” He jested. “Quite the opposite actually, I was thinking about just how lucky I am to have you.” You rested on your hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat. When your words rang through his head you could’ve sworn his heart sped up, the badumps getting slightly faster as he felt the touch of your warm skin. His other hand now making its way on top of yours pressing it against his chest, he felt so soft you were willing to stay in that moment for all of eternity no matter the cost. His arms were your home.

“Is that so?” His voice was a tad bit inquisitive as he cocked his eyebrow up playfully, he secretly loved it when you stroked his ego with compliments and praises.

“I find it fascinating how you’re so different from me,” You compared the size of your hand against his, although they weren’t that different his hands felt colossal to you when he held you. Those were the same hands that had rescued you from countless unwanted situations, defended you from street thugs and at night held you close to him. Hands that explored each and every inch of your body to make you feel good, leaving no area untouched, you were sure that by now he knew every part of you. “The difference is night and day…” You smiled softly.

“Go on,” he was asking for more, you could sense a prideful grin spreading across his face.

“I love your nose and the shape of your lips,” you traced your finger down the bridge of his nose and pressed it against his lips which were stretched from ear to ear proudly displaying his content in the moment. His eye had a little sparkle in it from the sun that was reflecting in a nearby mirror, he was so angelic, so mesmerising to look at. How could a man like this really be yours you pondered. “More importantly, I love your mind and the way that you are.” You playfully pressed your finger against his forehead, giggling as you fell back into his arms once again.

“I’m just a man sweetheart, nothin’ too special.” It was all a facade, in reality Majima was savouring each compliment you gave him letting it go directly to his head.

With a devilish smirk and an equally boisterous idea, you sat up on the bed and sat on his crotch, a fine layer of linen separating the two of you from touching directly. You leaned in closer to his head, your back arching and pressing your stomach against his, you whispered into his ear in a low sexual voice.

“You’re not just any man, Goro Majima. You’re my man.” You felt him harden underneath you almost immediately, the blood running directly from his head straight to his cock was probably the reason why he didn’t respond. His hands magically found themselves on the side of your hips, fingers holding on for dear life as though you were about to disappear if he let go too soon. You grinded against his erection enjoying your newfound position a little too much, having a wet patch from on the covers. Your hands slid down his chest and caressed against his toned body basking in the warmth of his skin against yours.

“Yer a siren, a succubus even.” His hands caressed your thighs.

“Don’t act as if you don’t like the view.” You pressed your arms together which in turn pressed your cleavage close together. Your face beamed with devilish pride as you saw just how turned on he was by your words, you could feel him twitch underneath you as he watched you with his brown eye basking in the glory of the morning sun.

“Yer divine,” he said in a low voice. Before you even had the chance to respond he pulled you close to him and flipped you over on the bed laying you beneath him, “But I like ye better like this.” The tip of his hard erection now pressing itself against your folds, he couldn’t hold off for long when you got him going, if he didn’t get inside you soon he thought that he might die. You hand caressed his cheek before you pressed your lips against his hungrily, yearning more for his affection. The kiss was messy and full of passion. Once the two of you had parted, both of your lips were coated in a thin layer of spittle and your mouth was stained with the taste of last night's cigarettes from Majima’s , he was so intoxicating.

“What will you do now that you have me?” You smirked, knowing what the answer was but longing to hear it.

“Now,” His eyes darted towards the alarm clock on your side table to check the time, it was still relatively early or in his head it was enough time to dick you out mercilessly. “I’m gonna fuck the ever loving shit out of ya.” Ringing true on his promise he thrust himself inside of you mercilessly and with ease eliciting a loud sudden moan from your lips as he hit your deepest spot. You felt your back arch in a sudden motion almost as if your body was acting on its own, wanting more. “Music to my ears,” he grinned as he lifted your legs up on his shoulders to make sure he was hitting nice and deep inside of you. You tried to resist the movement but he pressed himself close to you and pinned your wrists to the bed with his iron grip, as much as you wriggled around to escape his grip he was unrelenting.

He kept thrusting inside of you, each time hitting a new deep, sweat stained skin pressing against yours. Your mind was going completely blank from the pleasure, you occasionally managed to muster out a few words but you were reduced to simply moaning and gasping each time you felt yourself tighten harder against his cock. “Goro…” you managed to slur out through bursts of immense pleasure. He fucked with an intensity no man ever gave you, he was like a wild starving animal who had finally caught his prey.

“I’m gonna make ya scream my name.” He bit the bottom of your lip drawing a little bit of blood which he licked off of his teeth.

“Fuck me harder,” you screamed to the heavens, you felt as though your body was tipping over with pleasure any more and you would surely lose your mind. Not a single coherent thought was bouncing in your head, you only wanted him in that moment.

Majima released the grip on one of your hands and placed his hand firmly around your throat, the lack of oxygen contributing further to your spiral into complete insanity from the dicking you were getting. He pressed just hard enough to leave marks but not to hurt you, he wanted to let everyone know that you were his and no one else’s. You were his woman and his fucktoy at the current moment in time. You hungrily pressed your mouth against his, his tongue had forced itself into your mouth intertwining with yours and making sure each area was accounted for while he kept thrusting in you with immense speed for someone who just woke up.

You couldn’t even count the amount of time you had cum, after the third or fourth time your brain has turned into complete mush. Your free hand found itself resting on Goro’s back and instinctively scratching deep marks on the hannya mask on his skin, this was your way of marking your territory through deep nail scratches that made him groan in pleasure. His legs were beginning to shake, a sign that he was close to finishing yet was still holding off just to torture you with the pleasure for longer. You grabbed the wrist of the hand that adorned your neck and gave him a lustful look, “Cum in me…” You pleaded, a pathetic yet somewhat seductive command. He eagerly licked his lips as he pressed them against yours one final time, moaning loudly as he filled your insides to the point of bursting. Cum seeping out of you while he was still in you.

When it was done and you unhooked your legs off of his shoulders he had practically collapsed on top of you with his head on your shoulder. The room was now full of the smell of sex and conjoined panting as the two of you were desperately gasping for air, your hand now resting on the back where the hannya had been scratched giving it a gentle rub as if to appease it. The light seemed to beam even brighter now, the sun was demanding you to get up and get ready for work but you were prepared to die here underneath him as long as you could hold him and be close to him, it was in moments like this that you remembered just how lucky you had been the day that you met him that day when he walked into your clinic.

“Maybe it was divine intervention…” You muttered under your breath staring at the ceiling.

“Huh?” Majima turned his head slightly to hear you better. “Did ya say somethin’?”

“It’s nothing, don’t worry.” You kissed the side of his cheek smiling. “I do reckon it is time we get up though, I don’t want to ruin my new sheets.”

“I think it’s a bit late for that.” He exclaimed, finally pulling out of you and collapsing on his side triumphantly, very proud for a man who will have to pay for your new linen. You stood up off of the bed and stretched your aching body, your legs were almost numb from what you had just gone through barely keeping you up straight. Guess it’ll be a tough day of work ahead of you…

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kulemiwrites · 4 days

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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!

#goro majima #taiga saejima #majima goro #saejima taiga #majima goro x reader #saejima taiga x reader #goro majima x reader #taiga saejima x reader #goro majima x reader x saejima taiga #yakuza smut #yakuza x reader

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That stuff felt like it was getting straight to his brain, running rampage until there was nothing left – a feeling way too familiar for its own sake. And that was kinda how this room looked too. A mirror to his mind because this old and broke down place looked like it was hanging on a thread, being to stubborn to fall apart all the same.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 龍が如く | Ryuu ga Gotoku | Yakuza (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kiryu Kazuma/Majima Goro Characters: Kiryu Kazuma, Majima Goro Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Alley Blow Jobs, Dry Humping, Humiliation, Finger Sucking, Come Eating, Facials, Dirty Talk, Grief/Mourning, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Implied/Referenced Character Death, jfc basically kiryu blows majima in an alley and then humps his leg okay, Yakuza 1 Spoilers, one shot Summary: Humiliating. Better than misery. Better than emptiness. It’s something, and Kiryu clings to it like a life preserver. -- Or in which Kiryu just wants to feel something other than loss and heartache after losing his brother, his first love, and two of his dearest friends all at once, and Majima is happy to oblige.

Full fic under the cut

...I don't have any excuses, I just wanted to write some nasty smut

Better Than Misery

They end up in an alley behind a cabaret club, kissing and pawing and rutting up against each other, and it feels good but it doesn’t fill the hole in Kiryu’s chest.

Majima has him pressed up against a wall, sucking bruises into the younger man’s neck as he rocks his hips into Kiryu’s. Their hands dig hard into each other’s flesh, dragging dull nails over their skin through their clothes, and it’s not until Majima takes two handfuls of Kiryu’s ass and squeezes, pulling him so tightly against him that he can feel Majima’s hard cock against his own through their pants, that Kiryu finally feels something stir inside him. He pushes against Majima, slamming him into the wall on the opposite side of the alley and dropping to his knees in front of him, yanking on his pants as he unbuckles Majima’s belt.

“Fuck, Kiryu-chan.” The older man growls, pushing one hand into Kiryu’s hair.

It’s not the first time after a fight that they’ve done this. Usually it’s directly after, stealing away to some shadowed corner and dry humping until they both come in their pants. Blowing off steam, releasing the pressure that adrenaline had flushed through their veins. It’s never particularly sexy, nor is it loving or even really all that intimate, and while Kiryu had always enjoyed it to a degree before, it’s not what he wants now.

Now, he wants to feel something, anything other than this wretched hollowness in his guts. He pulls Majima’s cock out of his pants and swallows it without preamble, taking him down as far as he can and pumping the length that he can’t fit, and Majima makes a wounded sound and fists his hand in Kiryu’s hair, his knees buckling a little before he can catch himself. His other hand splays against the wall behind him, the black leather stark against the flat gray of the concrete structure, and Kiryu stares at it, imagining what it would feel like to have those long, slender, leather clad fingers working deep inside him.

Then his eyes flick up to Majima’s face, screwed up as he tries to hold on, tries not to come too soon, but Kiryu wants to overwhelm him, wants to make him gasp and moan, wants to make it so good that he can’t hold himself back. He wants to make the older man feel… what? What Kiryu himself wants to feel? Like maybe that will heighten his own pleasure and push all the agony out of his own chest?

He pulls off, roughly stroking the older man’s full length, and teases just beneath the head with the tip of his tongue. Majima gasps, his hips bucking hard, and the only warning Kiryu’s gets is a sharp tug on his hair before Majima comes all over his face, striping his lips and cheeks and chin, all the way to his hairline.

“Fucking Christ, Kiryu-chan.” Majima chokes, the hand that had been pressed to the wall moving to touch his face, almost gentle fingers swiping at the mess before pushing into Kiryu’s mouth. Kiryu moans and shuts his eyes, sucking on Majima’s fingers as he fucks his mouth with them, and there’s something so humiliating about being on his knees in an alley, dirty rain water soaking into his pants as the man he’d just sucked off feeds him his come.

Humiliating. Better than misery. Better than emptiness. It’s something, and Kiryu clings to it like a life preserver.

“Want me t’ blow ya?” Majima asks softly, and Kiryu shakes his head, raking his teeth over the older man’s gloved fingers. “Ya look so pretty like this, Kiryu-chan. The Dragon a’ Dojima, down on his knees fer little ol’ me, pantin’ like a fuckin’ dog.”

Like a dog. Humiliating. Kiryu whines.

“Tell me what ya want, baby.” Majima purrs, a grin spreading over his lips. “Tell me what ya need.”

“Need to feel something.” Kiryu breathes, settling back on his heels and looking up at Majima, his mouth opening obediently when the older man presses come covered fingers between his lips once more. He slides them in and out, pressing down on his tongue with each pass, going deeper, until he gags. He chokes, his face catching fire, and Majima chuckles darkly above him.

“Like what, Kiryu-chan?” He asks, pulling back his fingers and admiring the rope of saliva that connects them to Kiryu’s lips. The younger man drags in ragged breaths and coughs, his hands fisting in his pants over his thighs. Majima watches him for a moment, then hums and shifts his weight, sliding one foot forward to gently nudge Kiryu’s knees further apart, and he complies immediately, spreading his legs and gasping when Majima toes at his crotch. His hips jerk, canting and grinding against the older man’s foot, and Kiryu feels himself flush from the top of his head all the way to his navel as Majima cackles. “Goddamn. Pantin’ with yer tongue hanging out, drool damn near pourin’ out yer mouth. Ya wanna hump my leg like a fuckin’ dog, too?” He jeers, and Kiryu groans and cants his hips against Majima’s foot again.

So fucking humiliating.

He crawls forward on his hands and knees and grabs Majima’s leg, wrapping one arm around it and pressing himself against the length of it. He grabs Majima’s ankle with his free hand to hold him steady, then tilts his hips, dragging his cock against the other man’s shin through their pants, and he hears Majima swear above him as he starts a rhythm.

“Look at me, Kiryu-chan.” Majima growls, and Kiryu does as he’s told, turning his bright red face up to the older man and once more accepting the fingers that press into his mouth. “Fuckin’ nasty, Kiryu-chan. Look like a fuckin’ animal down there.” He sighs then and cups Kiryu’s face, his fingers damp with Kiryu’s saliva, and smiles fondly. “Feels good, don’t it? Can feel ya, y’know. How hard ya are. How big ya are. How much ya want this. Ya gonna ride my leg ‘til ya burst, Kiryu-chan?”

Kiryu just grunts and buries his face in Majima’s thigh, arching his back and panting with each hard thrust.

“Just keep humpin’ my leg like the pathetic fuckin’ mutt ya are, huh?” Majima growls, threading his fingers back into Kiryu’s hair. “Fuck, why does this feel so fuckin’ good? Wish ya were naked, Kiryu-chan. Want ya like that. Naked and fuckin’ against my thigh like a whore with my tongue down your fuckin’ throat.” Kiryu whines, his hips beginning to buck, losing rhythm, and he shifts to his feet, still squatting in front of him, dragging Majima’s leg closer and using the new leverage to grind harder into his shin. He grunts with each clumsy thrust, feeling himself unravel, and then he jolts and moans and comes harder than he ever has before in his entire fucking life, spurting into his pants and stuttering to a jerky halt.

He shuts his eyes and presses his face into Majima’s thigh, his mind blessedly silent for the first time in days, and he feels the older man’s fingers tug through his hair, petting him gently and murmuring in a quiet voice. And he should pull away, he should stand up and straighten his lapels and thank Majima for humoring him, but he can’t seem to find the strength to stand. He clings to Majima’s leg instead, his arms still wrapped around it and his thighs flexing against the older man’s calf as he balances on his toes.

“Kiryu-chan.” Majima says after a long moment, still petting his hair, and Kiryu grunts and looks up at him, tilting his head when Majima flushes and stares. “Holy fucking shit, Kiryu-chan. The fuck do ya do t’ me?” He breathes, and Kiryu frowns and releases him, standing and vainly attempting to dust off his pants.

“Sorry about that, niisan.” He says shortly, stepping back as the older man tucks himself back in his pants. He shakes out the leg Kiryu hadn’t been humping, frowning for a moment, then sighs.

“Ain’t gotta apologize fer nothin’ like that.” He says gruffly, his mouth quirking up into a lopsided grin. “Hell, ya want somethin’ t’ hump, I’ll take ya back t’ my place right now and let ya fuck me.” Kiryu flushes and looks away, and Majima cackles. “Y’were just humpin’ my fuckin’ leg like a bitch in heat, an’ now yer gonna get all bashful on me?”

“Just wanted to…” Kiryu starts, unsure of how he wants to finish that sentence. Just wanted to what? Use the older man to forget? Humiliate himself so thoroughly that he forgets a part of his soul is missing? And then what? Admit that he wants to do it again? That he wants the Mad Dog to breed him like— as he’d so succinctly put it— a bitch in heat?

He can still taste the other man on his tongue, can still feel the weight of him in his mouth, the way his fingers had flexed in his hair, the way his toe had felt as it had nudged his perineum, the way his leather pants had stuck to his sweaty face, how it had sounded as he’d rutted against him, desperate, aching for release. He flushes a deeper shade of red and swears, startling when Majima reaches forward and very gently touches his jaw.

“S’alright, Kiryu-chan.” He murmurs, then steps into his space and kisses him sweetly, so much more tender and loving than any of their previous kisses. Kiryu leans into it and kisses him back, curling his hands against the bare skin of Majima’s waist. “I should go.” He whispers into Kiryu’s mouth. “Ya need me, just call, okay?” And Kiryu nods, letting him back away. The older man grins at him, all that tender softness gone in an instant, lost in the wicked twist of his lips as he flashes his teeth and gives Kiryu a teasing little salute. Then he turns and saunters off, disappearing around the corner with an echoing cackle that makes Kiryu snort and shake his head.

He sags against the wall then, raising his hands and scrubbing his face and wondering if Reina will let him crash on the couch in the backroom for another night before he remembers that she’s gone too. And just like that, everything he’d been seeking to erase comes crashing back in like a tidal wave, sweeping him off his feet and leaving him to drown.

Notes:

This was actually part of an AU I was playing around with, but I didn't like how it was turning out so I scrapped it. Not before I wrote this though! But that's why it reads like there was something that happened beforehand. It's not important. Anyway, basically I just wanted to make Kiryu so heartbroken and numb and empty and pathetic and angry and dealing with it all so poorly that literally any other emotion is better than what he's feeling, and far be it from Majima to judge anyone for their destructive coping mechanisms

And y'know, sometimes I just get tired of weaving a narrative, and I just wanna write something like *gestures vaguely* this. Lmao the more tags I added the more nervous I got about posting it though, so uh... hope you enjoyed?

#yakuza #kiryu kazuma #majima goro #kazumaji #smut #my writing #/hella/ nervous about posting this tbh

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ladyshivs · 1 year

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Yakuza’s trending so here’s a quick link to the most popular thing I’ve ever written:

#yakuza #rgg #ryu ga gotoku #majima goro #kiryu kazuma #I’ve always been very proud of this one #it’s also the most popular kiryu/majima smut on ao3 and that’s an accomplishment I’m okay crowing about

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lladmie · 1 year

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Thirsty Thursday

Give us an excerpt—WIP or finished (preferably sth. new:))—that tells of pleasure and sensuality. Romantic fluff and writings about the many other pleasures are greatly welcome, too!

Thank you so much @revoevokukil for the tag! ♥ I tag @woundedheartwithin (if she wants to share) because I'm reading her works and she's giving Majimako some good love. I seize the opportunity to post a short excerpt of a new work. It's still a WIP... Something I started writing some time ago for personal pleasure, and that I never finished because my Majimako fic What You Are Worth needs an update after almost a year, don't you think? (I know. I'm very sorry for that. I'm planning to post the third chapter before New Year.)

It has no plot, just... sex? Well, I was imagining a future post-Y0 where Makoto and Majima lived together and started a relationship like two (apparently) normal people.

Pairing: Majima/Makoto (Yakuza/RGG) Warnings:

smut

minor references to past abuses

"Ohi," Majima grumbled, annoyed.

A warm hand closed around hers, moving it on his erection with easiness, up and down. She didn't even notice she had stopped her ministrations. The moment the pleasure had shot throught her at his slow, surprisingly tender fingers working on her most delicate gem, hidden among the folds of her femininity, Makoto had completely forgot why they were both sprawled naked on the futon in the first place.

"Sorry." She answered as a sigh escaped her lips. "You're… You're distracting me."

Shoulders to shoulders and one arm crossed with his, Makoto was trying hard to keep her brain active while his fingertips stroked and rubbed, entwined in her dark curls.

"I'm doin' my job here." She could hear the humor in his voice. "Been the only one, though."

His hand wandered for a moment, caressing her labia and outlining her entrance, only to go up to her clit again. Heat spreaded in her lower abdomen as Makoto's body stirred. She was feeling incredibly exposed with him at her side and not hovering over her as he usually did in those kind of situations, his weight a safe anchor between her desires and the memories they evoked. Sometimes, when she couldn't look at shame and fear straight in the eye, she still preferred to close her eyes, to feel nothing but voices and touches in the way she did for the last two years of her life. But Majima wasn't any of the men that had abused her at the time; he claimed to love her. Wasn't it why they were exploring each other that way? Taking a step as a time, living it as normal as possible.

She released a stuttering breath as one of his finger breached her swollen flesh to push inside her.

His only eye, fixed on hers, was pitch black and alert. She knew what he was searching for. It was all right, she wanted to say. It really was. Instead, she flushed from the neck to the ears. At the very least, she didn't feel as if she was going to cry in panic, unlike the very first time they had made love.

"Makoto." She heard him grunt as she rocked her hips eagerly against his hand, "Yer holdin' it again like it is a dagger or something."

Makoto bit her lip, because he was right. Her hand was still holding his erection thigh and content, without making any effort to move. It was hard to concentrate enough to give him the right attentions when the only thing she wanted to do was letting herself float away at the sensations he was pulling out of her. And unlike hers, Majima's caresses never ceased, never halted a moment; sometimes he just changed intensity and tempo.

She gave a few fast strokes from the base of his erection to the tip before resuming a moderate pace, and was rewarded with a low moan that seemed to pass through her. "That's it," he hummed. "Keep goin', yeah?"

Another finger joined the one already inside her as Makoto shifted her hips to give Majima better access. The slick sound in tandem with her writhing and gasping was making her want to burst. Makoto tilted her head in a desperate search for Majima's mouth. He didn't make her wait. The kiss was long and too prudish for the kind of passion he was showing her further down, but enough for her heart to sing in gladness.

She felt him push himself in her hand.

A sign that she forgot to take care of him again.

Makoto was going to apologize when Majima suddenly freed himself from her grip. The melody in her chest turned to a silent scream.

"Wh-what..." she started, and almost yelped when he folded her in half, knees touching her chest.

Makoto glanced down, heart beating fast for reasons she preferred not to delve into too deeply, reasons Majima saw to surprisingly fast. Taking her hands and squeezing them hard without letting go, he slowly lowered his mouth between her legs.

He kissing first the sides of her thighs where past left its witness on her skin in the form of an ugly artwork. If nothing else, that wasn't making her anxious anymore.

"Didn't you want to, ah, do something easy to relax?"

"Changed my mind," he answered as his tongue finally reached the desired destination and explored her until she trembled, and their entwined hands resting on either side of her pubis trembled together.

"Wanna die here," he muttered, as his nose sinked in her creases. "Like this. Fuck, I hope I'll die like 'is."

"Don't say that," Makoto scolded him softly, ignoring the light tingle his words and mouth sent into her belly. "Don't say that you want to die... Or that you'll die soon, like you always do..."

She could feel his odd smile against her.

"Please."

She had lost too much already. She didn't want to think of losing more just when she was starting to gain something back.

He left a popping kiss on her core. Once, twice. A promise he couldn't possibly speak. A second later he was at work again. Squeezing his head between her scarred thighs, Makoto arched and moaned. One of Majima's hands moved on her clit, caressing it with lazy, circling movements. She had to close her eyes again at the glimpse of absolute adoration she saw in his gaze for a flashy moment before her release.

She took a deep breath.

A kiss landed on her cheek.

"All good?"

Makoto's hand was still trembling in his hold.

#majimako #my fic #my writing #goro majima #makoto makimura #majima x makoto #yakuza #yakuza 0 #ryu go gotoku #rgg #tag game #i think i'm not good with smut but hey #it is all practice

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gamerism · 7 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 龍が如く | Ryuu ga Gotoku | Yakuza (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kiryu Kazuma/Majima Goro Characters: Kiryu Kazuma, Majima Goro, Sawamura Haruka, Morning Glory Orphanage | Sunshine Orphanage Orphans (Yakuza), Rina (Yakuza) Additional Tags: Sexuality Crisis, Gay Awakening, Porn With Plot, More Accurately Plot With Porn, Introspection, Ryuu ga Gotoku | Yakuza 3 (Video Game), (Takes place somewhere in late 2008 to early 2009), During Canon, IDK if i'd call it canon compliant but it could certainly slot right in there, Coming Out, Gay Kiryu Kazuma, Queer Families, Heartwarming, Fluff and Smut, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Blow Jobs, First Time Bottoming, Getting Together, Questioning, queer friendships, Queer Themes, Internalized Homophobia, (only some) Summary:

Kiryu is left with nothing but time and his own thoughts down in Okinawa. And with a chance to finally relax for the first time in his life, what might he find buried within himself?

#not saved #(lol)#rgg #yakuza #kazumaji #yakuza fanfic #<- still a hilarious tag to me #my.stuff #my.fics

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ymiwritesstuff · 2 years

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Dangerous Dance

OK OK HERE’S THE MAJIMA FIC AAAAAAA HE’S SO HOT I’LL DIE! This is just a very random “simp fic” so to speak. Basically, reader is down bad, Majima is down bad. Very suggestive because of course it is. This takes place during Yakuza 0, also, please remember that I have NOT FINISHED THE GAME!! So please don’t spoil anything!! Anyway, I really really hope you guys like this. Please enjoy!!

Yakuza 0

Goro Majima x Reader

Summary: The last few days have been rough, so you decide to unwind by visiting a familiar disco club. What you don’t expect however is meeting a stranger who is so alluring, you are not sure how to react.

Notes: Usage of alcohol, drunk reader, mild swearing, suggestive themes, allusions to smut (not the act itself, y’all let me know if you wanna see that tho 👀), reader down bad, Majima down bad lmao, FIRST TIME WRITING FOR MAJIMA, KEEP THAT IN MIND PLS

Also posted on AO3!

What a day.

You were more than aware that your job wasn’t the most excellent, hell, you could say you had gotten fairly used to the worst parts of customer service. Rude customers had little to no effect on you anymore, kicking drunken assholes out was but a tiny inconvenience, and your poor legs had become numb to the pain of standing in one place for multiple hours.

Recently, however, it had been shit. And you didn’t know why exactly, maybe you were just getting tired of living the same routine over and over. You just needed a break. And a really good one.

The loud booming music at the disco was almost deafening but in the best possible way. It left your head no room to think of anything but the pounding sounds you could not only hear but also feel. Maharaja was not foreign to you, in fact, you felt you were somehow far more familiar with Sotenbori during nighttime. The whole city became an entirely different place, it sprung to live, even. You frequented the disco whenever you felt the need to have a good time, get drunk, or maybe even hook up with somebody. You never knew what would happen, and that’s why you loved it.

With a drink in hand, you moved with the music, occasionally letting out a yell or two when a particularly nice song began to play. You could feel the effects of the alcohol you had consumed, your head felt light, and your vision was slightly shaky, but dear Lord you were having fun. You absorbed the energy of the partying people around you, forgetting all about the reason for your late-night visit, washing it away with a strong lime and gin.

The tunes echoed in your head and lingered there and the screams and yells of others kept you from floating to a world of your own. Still, your attention was scattered, eyes going from one place to another to being fully closed. There was a dance battle or two at some point. Who won those again? You had already forgotten, the memory was lost somewhere and washed away by the alcohol.

You downed your drink, as you danced, catching a glimpse of a young couple from the corner of your vision. They were all over each other, drunk, barely able to keep up with the beat. Despite that, they looked like they were having a good time. A wonderful time. Immediately you felt something stick to you.

Envy.

You stared at your now empty glass and let out something in between a laugh and a scoff. You’d need another drink. And someone to spend your time with.

Being alone was no issue, you sometimes even preferred it. But you would be flat-out lying to yourself if you claimed that some company wasn’t wanted. Parties were always better with others anyway. All kinds of people all over Sotenbori came to Maharaja, surely there had to be someone who was willing to exchange a few words or even dance with you. Though deep down, you perhaps desired more than that. Something... Wild. Your expectations in that regard, however, were quite low. A good dance would do just fine.

The bar counter was mostly empty, which was no strange sight. People much preferred to spend their time on the dance floor and the only time they stepped off was when their mouths desired the bitter taste of alcohol, you being living proof of that. That was precisely what you were doing after all.

With slightly uneven steps you approached the counter, the effects of the previous drinks very much apparent. You were nowhere done, though. Nowhere near drunk enough. You had made it your goal to get as wasted as possible tonight, almost out of spite. The last few days had been so awful. You weren’t religious by any means, but if there was some higher power out there responsible for all the shit you had endured lately, tonight, you’d be giving it the middle finger by allowing yourself to have a good time for once.

Your eyes drifted and noticed someone sitting at the counter. Strange, you weren’t expecting anyone to anchor themself here of all places, the music barely reached this part of the disco. Maybe he was waiting for somebody, you thought.

You eyed the man carefully, taking in his appearance. From your angle, you couldn’t see his face, but he was well-dressed, with black hair tied back in a ponytail. He had a firmness to him, his shoulders appeared tense and something told you that he was perhaps already aware of your presence.

In one hand, he held his drink, while the other rested on the counter. He appeared to be lost in his thoughts, but you could see his finger tapping to the faraway beat against the table.

You looked back at the dance floor and then at the man again. Screw it. You were rather intrigued and seeing that no one else seemed to be as secluded as this stranger, you approached him with something akin to slight nervousness attaching itself to you.

“Out here alone?” You yelled over the music. The stranger turned to you and immediately you felt something in your chest, your eyes widening ever so slightly at the sight of him. His face was neutral, tired even as if he hadn’t had enough sleep for days. Yet his lips turned slightly upward as he looked at you. It made your stomach turn. What was perhaps the most shocking part of his fierce appearance was the eyepatch covering his left eye. Your legs trembled the tiniest amount. He was unbelievably handsome.

“Yeah, I am,” he replied in what was possibly the most attractive voice you had ever heard. More than happy with his answer, you sat down beside him, eyes briefly glancing at his slightly exposed chest and the gold necklace adorning it. Some part of you knew he noticed, as you hazily noted the way he let out a suppressed chuckle. In your slightly drunken state, however, you had no shame.

“Want some company?” You asked with a slight smirk, placing your empty glass down. “Parties are no fun alone, are they?” Yet another chuckle left his lips and he quickly looked down before locking his only visible eye with you once more.

“Yer right about that. But makes me wonder,” he took one sip from his drink, your eyes gluing themselves to the way his lips parted as he drank before continuing.

“Whatsa pretty thing like you doin’ here all alone?” He challenged your smirk with one of his own, that deep voice of his resonating deep in your ears and lingering there like smoke. His words made you giggle and you leaned in, slightly shortening the distance between you two.

“Well, I’m not alone anymore, am I?”

There was the tiniest shift in his expression and something about it told you that he may not have expected your response to be so bold. And to be fair, you didn’t either. A few stronger drinks do wonders for one’s courage. He hummed in agreement, silently accepting your company. Score.

“What’s yer name, gorgeous?” You found yourself breaking eye contact at the nickname he used that was so effortlessly carried by his voice. He was no stranger to flirting, that much was clear. And it was working, as the flush on your cheeks was no longer only due to alcohol.

“(Name).” Something poked at your insides, something you could only describe as enthusiasm. You were eager to talk to this man, the more you looked at him, the more it felt like he was reeling you in. The bizarre feeling could only be compared to a high schooler talking to their crush. You didn’t complain though.

“(Name), eh? Fits ya well.” A laugh escaped your lips and if you had been more attentive, you would have noticed him glancing at them. “I’m Majima.”

Something clicked within you as soon as he said that, and your smile got replaced by an expression of realization. Was he..

“Goro Majima..? The manager of Cabaret Grand?” You looked at him with widened eyes, trying to process what you had heard. He raised a surprised eyebrow at you, likely not expecting you to know of him.

“Haw? How’d ya know?” His shock was understandable, and now that he had confirmed your suspicion, you were over the moon. In your excitement, you laughed.

“Anyone who has spent enough time enjoying the nightlife of Sotenbori has heard of Goro Majima,” you began. The hushed whispers of the Grand’s highly efficient manager did not go unnoticed by you and the things you had heard about his feats were truly something to marvel at. You never expected to meet him though and his refined and at the same time intense looks now made slightly more sense to you.

“I’m surprised to find you here, though.” You brought your palm to your face and leaned on it, that smirk you first put on remaining on your lips. “And without company too.” Given his reputation, you assumed men, women and everyone in between would be all over him, sticking to him like moths to a flame, yet you had found him alone at the most deserted spot of Maharaja. A part of you was quite ecstatic about that, not that you would ever allow yourself to admit that.

He laughed, noticing the underlying flattery in your words. It was funny to him but he chose to accept it even if it was only because he did not dare to extinguish the flames he saw in your eyes.

Majima gulped down the last bits of his drink, enjoying the way it flowed down his throat. You could not take your half-lidded eyes off him, the distant music becoming all the more apparent and louder, which made you turn your head towards the dance floor.

“Hey, can I get ya a drink?” Majima asked, pointing to your empty glass on the counter. “Just order whatever ya want. My treat.” You turned to him upon hearing his question and noticed the knowing grin on his face. Your eyes shifted from his eye to his lips and you came to a conclusion. You were at Maharaja, the wildest disco in town, and there was only one thing you were craving and the thriving sounds around you only fueled that desire.

You promptly stood up, to which Majima raised his brow.

“How about we dance first? Or were you planning to just sulk here all night?” You asked teasingly, but there was some seriousness to your question. It was still bizarre to you that he would choose to isolate himself in a place like this.

It didn’t take long for Majima to stand up in front of you, and you felt yourself stumble ever so slightly. His height impressed you, and he looked down at you with a clearly teasing smirk. You were sure he did it on purpose.

“Sure, show me what ya got, darlin’.”

He was so close to you, it was almost suffocating, but in a good way. You caught a whiff of a cologne he was wearing, he smelled as good as he looked. You tilted your head upwards at him and stood up on your toes in an attempt to get your face as close to his as possible. You wanted to let him know exactly what he was making you feel.

“Try to keep up, Majima-san.” Your voice was barely a whisper, and Majima was more than happy with the fact that you didn’t know just how many chills ran down his spine upon hearing your words. You were certainly something.

The brightly lit dance floor was buzzing, filled to the brim with people dying to dance and sing their hearts out. You were no different, you were hungry for a good time, especially with someone like Majima.

Once you reached the floor, you turned to him. His tense posture seemed somewhat more relaxed and there was a sense of underlying anticipation in him, almost like there was something inside of him just waiting to be let out. Most curious.

With a final glance at him, you began to sway with the music, just letting your body move on its own and closing your eyes. You felt the beat in your being and relished it, bringing your arms into the air. The music and lights enveloped you, and all your worries just melted away with every step you took.

Majima followed suit, allowing himself to get lost in the moment. He truly enjoyed dancing, which some might have considered surprising. At the same time though, he could not help but glance at you every now and then. He was fascinated by how fluidly your body moved with the music and how nice of a smile you had the whole time.

He would be lying to himself if he said he did not find you extremely attractive like this.

You caught him staring, and smirked at him right away. His burning gaze was unlike anything you had experienced and somehow you could feel both his eyes hungrily watching you, despite one of them being covered. You adored how it made you feel. And you knew he was more than enjoying the view.

With every roll of your hips and every snap of your head to the beat, Majima found himself more and more entranced and his own movements became wilder. He matched your energy perfectly, dancing his heart out, letting a laugh or two slip his lips occasionally. You noted how effortlessly he moved with the music and how much he seemed to be enjoying himself. He was a good dancer to be sure, he definitely had a talent for it. The bright lights adorned his already stunning face and brought out his features perfectly.

Running a hand through your hair sloppily you stepped closer to him, with a potentially dangerous idea suddenly taking over your head. If you were sober, you would have never allowed yourself to even think of something like this, but now it seemed like the perfect idea, partially because you were already so addicted to the way this stranger looked at you.

With your face mere inches away from his, you eyed his parted lips. You could smell the remains of the drink he had consumed just moments ago, but there was something else in there too and it didn’t take you long to figure out what. Cigarettes.

It filled you with something, a desire that you weren’t sure you had felt towards anyone else. Once you locked eyes with him, you were almost caught off guard at the intensity of his stare. It was fierce, starving, and almost unhinged.

You smirked and prowled closer to his lips, hands ghosting over his arms while swinging your body with the harmonious sounds that had filled your mind. You were playing a dangerous game, you knew it, but the way your heart raced was exciting, and you became even more excited when Majima matched your movements, bringing his head lower and closer to yours.

That was the response you were looking for, and it served as a sign that he was willing to play along. Perfect. Your smirk and gaze became mischievous and you quickly turned around, with your back facing him. You somehow heard the slight groan that rumbled in his throat even from under all the commotion.

In this new position, you made an effort to get him as worked up as possible. The song playing was perfect, the melody was sensual and enticing, yet the beat was still on-brand for disco. You swayed your hips, flipped your hair, and even ran a hand along your waist and chest all so you could wordlessly tell Majima what he was about to get. And it was working.

Majima could not keep his eye off you. He followed your movements and got completely lost in the sight of you. His breath hitched every time you looked back at him, those half-lidded, glossy eyes sending sparks throughout his being. His own dancing lost some of its passion as he was too occupied with feasting on you with his gaze. It traveled up and down, taking all of you in and letting his filthy imagination run wild.

You leaned against him, clearly catching him off guard. With your backside pressed against him, you continued your dancing, feigning innocence by looking at him with an expression so cruelly seductive that Majima wasn’t sure how long he could hold back. From the corner of your vision, you noticed his hand move toward your waist, an action you long predicted and expected.

However, before he could make contact with your body, you grabbed his wrist, denying his silent request. For a brief second, Majima feared he had crossed the line by attempting to touch you, but once he heard that cursed laugh of yours, he understood the situation. No touching. Not yet.

Still, he would not stand for being the only one getting messed with. That was not fair, was it? Carefully, with your back still turned to him, he lowered his head to your ear, barely touching it with his lips, his hot breath sending multiple sets of shivers down your spine. He saw you visibly let out a shaky breath as your dancing slowed down at his actions. He chuckled.

“Ya teasin’ me, darlin’?” His voice made you weak. It was low, husky, and just barely audible through all the music, but you heard it loud and clear, and it set you aflame. The grip you had on his wrist loosened, though you knew even with your tightest hold, he would be able to break free and turn the tables on you. The image alone almost pushed you over the edge.

Letting go of his hand, you finally turned around, your dancing reduced to just light swaying. The alcohol played its part in it too, you assumed. You looked at Majima dead in the eye, expression filled with lust.

“And what if I am?” You challenged his statement, which he found most amusing. Your hands found their way to his broad shoulders, dancing along the area right next to his neck. Despite the lack of fairness, Majima kept his hands to himself, which you exploited by having yours all over him.

The music had become mute in your head, the only thing raging in there were the sinful thoughts you had let loose by getting so close to this man. You were sure it was the same for him, his hot and bothered face told you all you needed to know.

“We’ll see how far that’ll get ya.” You jumped and let out a slight noise when you felt his hands on your hips, the tightness of his grip surprising you. He brought his face close, so close you felt like you were about to faint. “My patience’s runnin’ thin.”

Truthfully, so was yours.

You slid your hand down his toned torso, feeling his abs through his thin shirt, stopping at his belt, the feeling spreading the fire all across your being. With your lips on his hot cheek and your hand on the other side of his perfectly sculpted face you spoke in a low voice:

“Then, should we go get those drinks somewhere else?”

Majima tightened his hold on your hips, chuckling once more, but this time, there was something in it you hadn’t noticed before. It could have only been described as wickedness.

“Eager, ain’tcha?”

You looked up at him with a sly smile, which was all the encouragement Majima needed to start retreating from the dance floor. Filled with excitement, you followed, more than eager to spend the night with him.

“C’mon, let’s go. Ya still haven’t shown me all ya can do, have ya?”

You giggled. He was right.

What a night this would be.

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#yakuza #yakuza 0 #yakuza imagines #yakuza x reader #goro majima #yakuza goro majima #majima x reader #goro majima x reader #yakuza goro majima x reader #goro majima imagines #reader insert #ryu ga gotoku 0 #ryu ga gotoku x reader

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gazkamurocho · 5 months

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Some Kazumaji smut 😌

🔞 Full and uncensored art on POIPIKU

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those-wings · 2 months

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The Mad Dog's Handler chapter 2

Shimano Futoshi was a cruel man. His only child is proof of his lack of empathy, using her as a pawn in his schemes. He uses her to reward his boys and to smooth over disagreements when necessary. She is the open secret of the Tojo Clan. He's sent her to be the assistant for his captain, Majima Goro, and she is expected to do any and everything he could want. However, unlike her father, he's taken a shine to her.

Mature themes/smut so 18+

#majima goro x reader #majima goro x oc #mine #the mad dogs handler #we're gettin somewhere baby

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seeasunset · 1 year

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𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑.

𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞. Beck (or Bex / Bee / any forms of Beck) or any nicknames y'all want to call me.

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬. she/her

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. Discord or through ims.

𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞(𝐬). On Tumblr? Vasco. He will continue to be an active muse. Elsewhere? Goro Majima (Yakuza), Daisuke Jigen (Lupin the third), two of my ocs, Vasco (Greedfall), and Dorian Pavus (Dragon Age: Inquisition).

𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞/𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 (𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬/𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬?). I've been writing since I was kid but rping-wise? Since I was like 14.

𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐯𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝. MMOs, Tumblr, Facebook, and Discord. I think a few websites meant for rping. Unfortunately, I cannot do Discord for rping and only use it for talking. I fell out of MMOS a while back. Tumblr and FB been my main platforms.

𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. The friends I've made and the memories we've created. There are quite a handful of people who knew me almost my entire rping years, which is wild to think about.

𝐫𝐩 𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐬 / 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐬. One of my biggest pet peeves is when someone says they want to rp but ignores every single person who comes to them to rp. In other words, they only wanted to rp with selective people and not saying it directly. Another pet peeve is how people will look down on you if you don't have a great layout / graphics or format / write fancy.

𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭. I prefer fluff and angst. While I don't mind smut, I don't write it often. So, it's rare to see me go into any details about it other than HCs. Even then, HCs are usually discussed with my shipping partners. Otherwise, I go all out for fluff and angst.

𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬. Both. While I can answer memes like it is nothing, I also love plotting. The thing is about me and plotting is that I need some kind of dynamic in mind to have some juicy and fleshed-out plots. Otherwise, we'll be going into a whole circle of what we want or constantly throwing ideas and not going anywhere. It's why I am going to enforce the fact that - once I start plotting - I will ask what kind of dynamic you want or have in mind. It helps a lot to narrow down the ideas.

𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬. Both. I do switch between both, especially when it comes to my writing partner. At the same time, once I get an idea of something - even if it is vague - you bet I am writing a lot. Sure, it's not nearly as much as some will go on this site or anywhere else, but it's still pretty lengthy.

𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞. Whenever I get the motivation, which is literally anytime. Morning, afternoon, etc. I don't have a set time. Sure, I have a schedule I try to input but it ends up being all over the place in the end.

𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞(𝐬). I don't think I'm too much like Vasco. We're quite the opposite, especially given he has more of a pessimistic view while I have an optimistic view. We're both stubborn and passionate?? I think I also pick up on being big softies. While it takes some time for him to show how he is a softie, it takes no time for me. We're both sweethearts though. That's literally about it. I am far from being a leader and will probably be bad at it.

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Tagging: Y'all <3

#☆ rocĸ αɴd rαмвlιɴɢ awαy! / ooc☆

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mjm5655 · 1 year

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NAME: DEMON

PRONOUNS: they/he

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION: discord honestly, my screen is massive so the tumblr im box is tiny af to me.

MOST ACTIVE MUSE: goro majima

EXPERIENCE / HOW MANY YEARS: uh, at least 20 at this point, maybe even longer, i used to do small roleplays in mmorpgs. lol

PLATFORMS YOU USE: tumblr for ic, discord for ooc.

BEST EXPERIENCE: i had many of good experiences, i'm not gonna name them because i don't want people feeling left out if it's not an experience i had with them.

RP PET PEEVES: quite a lot, but mainly just when i'm given replies that make it difficult to come up with anything new to them, like there's nothing open for my muse to insert themselves into. i see a lot less of the crazily small text today, idk if that's because tumblr has changed up what you're allowed to do in a post or what, though, sometimes i do still have issue reading blogs if the text is tiny or if i'm basically looking at grey text on a grey background.

FLUFF, ANGST, OR SMUT: angst, & i'm actually horrible at writing smut, the most far i go with it is kissy scenes, clothes coming off, but will rather fade to black on the main act of it. fluff is boring to me, so i refuse.

PLOTS OR MEMES: i can do both, though i love plotting or talking ooc in general about our muses, can usually give me a real good feel of your muse if you can, but i can understand that's not some people's comfort zone to do so.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: long. i'm a novella nerd, especially if i'm really into a thread, never feel you have to match my length ( i don't look at word counter in my replies, so you shouldn't either ), but i do request if i have wrote something multi para to you, which i more likely will if we are interacting, that you do not give me a line or very small paragraph back, if i feel like i'm carrying stuff, i'll take that as a cue & likely softblock as we won't be that compatible in that case.

BEST TIME TO WRITE: i'm UK based, so reasonable times within those. don't worry about dm'ing me on discord round late hours for me though, i have notifications silenced on my phone so you aren't gonna wake me up or anything. gjghsdjgs i'll reply when i'm next online.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSES: not really, i probably speak a bit like how i write majima's dialogue due to being irish, & having quite a thick accent, not like you'll hear that ever unless you decide to raid/play with me on ffxiv, but that's about it. we aren't similar at all.

TAGGED BY: i just grabbed this. lol

TAGGING: just grab it.

#﴾ DEMONIC ⸨ MUN POSTS ⸩#﴾ PSA

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Chapters: 1/7 Fandom: 龍が如く | Ryuu ga Gotoku | Yakuza (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Majima Goro/Makimura Makoto Characters: Majima Goro, Makimura Makoto, Nishikiyama Akira, Reina (Yakuza), Kiryu Kazuma, Sera Masaru Additional Tags: Fix-It, Canon Rewrite, Fluff and Smut, A little angst, Happy Ending, Body Worship, Oral Sex, Massage, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Cuddling & Snuggling, Ryuu ga Gotoku | Yakuza 0 (Video Game) Spoilers Series: Part 1 of Truly, I Love You

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The earth will turn, the sun will rise, and you smile

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One

Majima breaks into a sprint and rounds the corner like a bat out of hell, his shoes tapping harshly on the concrete, the sound ricocheting off the walls of the buildings that line the street, and skids to a stop at the park entrance. He stands there for a moment, breathing hard and staring at her, blinking several times to make sure he’s not just seeing things.

It had occurred to him while he was walking back from the takoyaki stand with her second order that she might bolt, and he’d fully expected to return to an empty park. But there she is, sitting with her ankles crossed and tucked underneath the bench, her hands folded neatly in her lap, and a far away look in her eye.

“Makoto.” He breathes when he approaches her, and she turns her head and looks in his direction, finding his shadow and letting one corner of her mouth quirk up in a fragile smile. “I thought…” He starts, not sure he wants to finish his sentence, and she hums softly and nods.

“That I wouldn’t be here when you came back?” She sighs. “Me too.”

“Whaddya mean?” He asks, sitting next to her and putting the box in her hands.

She’s quiet as she opens it and plucks one of the little balls out, holding it to her nose for a moment and inhaling deeply.

“I was going to leave, to go find Dojima and his men and find a way to kill them all.” She says, then takes a bite and offers the box to him. He takes one, if for nothing else than to keep his hands busy, and pinches off a tiny piece of dough. “But then I realized something.” Majima waits, chewing slowly on practically nothing and watching her face so intensely he thinks she must be able to feel his gaze on her. “The best way to get revenge isn’t to kill the people who murdered my brother. That’s far too kind.”

“Makoto.” Majima says softly, closing his eye.

“But if I sell that stupid spit of land to someone else, so that Dojima can’t get it and can’t finish his project, he’ll lose everything.” She continues, and when he opens his eye again, she’s looking right at him, almost like she can see him. Really see him.

“Does that mean—“

“Not to your boss. I don’t want to sell to someone who tried to have me killed.” She interrupts, smiling softly. “I’m going to sell the empty lot to Sera-san.”

“Oh.” Majima says, feeling all the air rush out of him like a balloon.

“Will you try to stop me?” She asks, and he jumps.

“No!” He barks, too loud, and reaches to grab her wrist. “No, I ain’t gonna stop ya. Hell, I want t’ go with ya. Make sure he doesn’t try t’ double cross ya.”

“Even if you get in trouble with your boss?” She presses, her eyes filling with tears.

“Even if I get in trouble with my boss.” He answers and reaches up to wipe one from her cheek as it falls. She gasps and leans into the touch, and he cups her cheek in his hand and smiles, his heart suddenly so full in his chest he thinks it might burst.

“I never asked your name.” She says, her eyes widening and cheeks flushing. “That’s so rude of me, I’m sorry.” He chuckles and strokes her face with his thumb.

“That’s awright. It’s Majima. Majima Goro.”

“Thank you, Majima-san.”

“Jus’ call me Goro. An’ ya don’t gotta thank me fer nothin’. I should be thankin’ you.”

“Thanking me? For what?”

“Fer helpin’ me t’ see what’s really important.”

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He doesn’t know how to find Sera, so he takes Makoto back to the club where he’d fought that young yakuza, Nishikiyama.

The younger man is standing tense and ready in front of the door when it opens, and the moment he sees them he nearly collapses right there.

“Holy shit, you’re safe.” He says shakily, crossing the room to the booth in the corner and sinking heavily into the cushions. “I was so fucking scared I’d sent a mad dog right to you.”

“Well, ya did.” Majima says with a snort, guiding Makoto to the booth so that she doesn’t trip. “Luckily fer all of ya, she holds th’ leash.”

“Goro-san.” Makoto hisses, her face flushing a delicate pink, and Majima grins, both at her bashfulness and at the compromise on his name that she had settled for. Majima-san had seemed far too formal, considering what they’d been through together, but she hadn’t been entirely comfortable with calling him by just his given name either.

“Why did you bring her here, though? Half the goddamn city is looking for her.” Nishikiyama asks, watching him warily as he sits down next to Makoto.

“Cuz you know how t’ get a hold a’ Kiryu Kazuma, right? An’ he, in turn, knows how t’ get a hold a’ Sera Masaru.” Majima replies, turning in his seat to flag down the bar’s mama. “Could ya get her a glass a’ water?”

“Of course.” The woman— Reina, if he remembers correctly— says, and returns quickly with it.

“Here.” Majima says to Makoto, pressing the glass into her hand, and she drinks from it gratefully before passing it to him to share. He takes a sip and clears his throat, then sits back in the booth and sighs heavily. “He does know how t’ get in touch with Sera, right?”

“I dunno.” Nishikiyama replies. “But… what’s your angle in all of this, aniki? Aren’t you Shimano Family? Why not take her to him?”

“Cuz she wants t’ go t’ Sera.” Majima says plainly, as though it’s obvious, then sighs again when Nishikiyama just stares. “Just get yer kyodai down here. Ain’t got all damn night.” Nishikiyama huffs and scoots out of the booth, and Majima groans and sits back again, closing his eye and letting himself relax for the first time in days.

“I know you said not to thank you.” Makoto starts quietly then, her small hand finding his and twining their fingers together. “But thank you.”

“How’re ya feelin’?” He asks after a moment, turning his head where it rests on the back of the bench and watching her.

“I’m okay.” She replies, smiling wanly. “Tired. And still a little cold.” Majima hums and nods.

“May I be forward, miss?” He says teasingly, and she looks inquisitively in his direction.

“Okay.” She answers when he says nothing else, and he hums again and puts an arm around her, pulling her into his side and rubbing her shoulder. She gasps quietly, then leans into him, pushing her cold fingers under his blazer and against him through his shirt.

“You can sleep fer a little bit, if ya want. I ain’t goin’ nowhere.” He murmurs, and she nods and settles against his side, turning her face into his shoulder and closing her eyes.

It takes Kiryu Kazuma half an hour to get to Serena, and Majima is dozing with his cheek resting against the top of Makoto’s head when he barges in demanding to know where she is. Majima startles hard, shifting out from under her and blocking her bodily, and she wakes with a gasp and hides behind his back, her fingers clenched in his jacket.

“Whoa, easy, bro. Everything’s fine.” Nishikiyama says quickly, moving to stand between them, and Kiryu remains stock still for several long seconds before his eyes slide to meet his sworn brother’s.

“What’s going on, Nishiki?” He demands lowly, and Majima doesn’t relax until Nishikiyama has explained every sordid detail and Kiryu finally breathes.

“So he’s on our side?” Kiryu asks, and Majima scoffs.

“I’m on her side. Th’ rest of ya can go t’ hell fer all I care.” He growls.

“Goro-san, please.” Makoto admonishes, tugging on his jacket. “Hello, Kiryu-san. I’m sorry for disappearing earlier. To you too, Nishikiyama-san.”

“It’s fine, we’re just glad you’re safe.” Kiryu replies, moving to sit in the booth across from them. “Where did you go, anyway?”

“To the empty lot. I needed to think.” She says quietly, then smiles. “And then Goro-san took me to get takoyaki. He thinks I get too emotional when I’m hungry.”

“Cuz it’s true.” Majima huffs, smiling when she laughs. “Anyway, it made ya come t’ yer senses, didn’t it?” He looks at Kiryu then, ignoring the odd look the younger man is giving him. “She wants t’ sell th’ lot t’ Sera. Ya know how t’ reach him?” Kiryu is quiet for a moment, then he sighs and rakes a hand through his short hair.

“Yeah, I do. I’ll give him a call.” He replies, then stands and heads for the bar.

“S’almost over, Makoto.” Majima murmurs, watching Kiryu. “Then you’ll finally be safe.”

“What happens then, Goro-san?” She asks quietly, and he looks at her, surprised.

“Whatever ya want.” He replies. “What do ya want t’ happen?” And she doesn’t say anything for a long time, her expression distant and thoughtful.

“I want to get to know you better.” She says at last, smiling up at him. Majima chuckles and puts his arm around her again.

“Ya sure ya want that?” He asks, only half joking, and she settles against his side and sighs.

“Of course I do.” She says. “I want to see your face. I want to know what your favorite food is, what your hobbies are. I want to know everything about you.”

“Why?” He asks, unable to hide the bewilderment in his voice, and she giggles softly, surprising him when she slips her arm behind his back and squeezes him.

“Because I like you, silly.” She replies, then presses her face into his shoulder again, and he feels his heart hammer in his chest.

“I like you, too.” He murmurs quietly after a long moment.

“I know.” She sighs, and drifts off again.

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Title and quote are from 24-Hour Cinderella

This fic is a big ol' labor of love, and I honestly thought I was never going to get to post it.

#yakuza #majima goro #makimura makoto #majimako #my writing #fanfic #fluff and smut #eventually anyway #this is my big ol' majimako fixit fic for anyone wondering

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