#yakuza x reader

[ozzgin]

Yandere! Yakuza x Reader (II)

Reader is cozying up to her unusual home, and her new friend decides to surprise her with a romantic gift. Or at least what he considers to be romantic: a small reminder that no one else can mess with her. Continuation to the yakuza landlord idea!

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5]

Content: Female reader, obsessive behavior, mentions of stalking, violence, death, mild gore

Tags: @depressed-but-make-it-cute

You search for your keys and open the postal box, retrieving a thick envelope. You've been living at the new apartment for several weeks now and truth be told, you could get used to this lifestyle. Your commute to work is much shorter, the path is never devoid of people, and there are multiple bakeries on the way back with some of the best pastries you've tasted in your life.

You turn around and look for Daitou, somewhat distracted and dreamy. It really feels like a Hallmark movie. A peaceful, idyllic life. Ah, there he is! The scarred man is standing guard before one of the stores. The curtains have been pulled, blocking any glimpse of the inside. You walk towards him with a certain joyful bounce in your step. As you approach him, you can hear muffled screams coming from the building. He notices you and flashes you a smile. 

"Don't come too close, I hear the owner's been avoiding his loan payment and getting all friendly with the neighboring Family. We're questioning him in the back."

"Don't you usually do the interrogations?" 

"Only if we don't need them afterwards. I'm not too good at keeping them alive, ya know?" He scratches the back of his head and laughs awkwardly. "Do you need anything?"

You open your mouth to speak, but it's a little difficult to formulate a full sentence with the interrupted moans and cries occasionally making their way out. The door is ajar and you avoid glancing in its direction, fixating on the man before you. 

"I...uh... just wanted to know if this letter is intended for me or the landlord. It looks like an official document."

You show Daitou the envelope and just as he is about to grab it, he notices the blood stains seeped into his glove. He quickly removes it, wipes his hand on his shirt, and nonchalantly plucks the paper from your fingers.

"That's for Boss. I'll pass it on, so don't worry."

You nod and bow slightly before hurrying back home. Well, doesn't make it less of a movie, you suppose. Just more of a thriller. Or something like that. You drop your bag, slip off your shoes and throw yourself onto the futon with a loud thud. The warmth of the sheets envelops you and the wails of the shop owner become but a distant dream. 

Without the worry of stalkers, or finding a roof above your head, you can finally rest. 

Tonight is rather dark, with the moon shrouded in heavy clouds. Daitou yawns silently as he observes the masked man testing out passcodes for the entrance. Every now and then he lets out a whispered curse, crossing out another number combination on his little crumpled note. It doesn't take a genius to figure out this is the famed stalker you'd complained about earlier. No one else currently lives in the building. 

Eventually, the keypad lights up and the door unlocks. The mysterious man lifts a fist victoriously and reaches for the handle. 

"Oop! Not so fast!" Daitou drops his heavy, sinewy arm over the man's shoulders, pulling him in a friendly embrace. Like two old pals meeting at an intersection. "Let's take a walk together, what do you say? (Y/N) sleeps until noon on weekends, no need to hurry."

With a grunt, the stalker tries to shove himself out of the tightening hold, but the yakuza doesn't budge. He towers over his new friend with an unfaltering, unbothered grin. 

"Now listen, I don't blame you one bit, ya know? I ain't blind, at least not in this eye", he continues as he points to the real counterpart of his glass prosthetic, "so I'm damn well aware of a pretty girl when I see one. And (Y/N)? That's some good taste alright." 

He gives the man an affectionate pat over the chest, pulling him away from the building into one of the side streets. 

"If you want, we can have a drink before the deed, I know a good place five minutes from here. We can share some stories of our favorite girl, eh?" Daitou looks at his watch, feigning mild concern. "But I'm afraid you're not leaving this neighborhood either way. In one piece, that is." 

His arm goes limp and the masked man is released from the iron hold, tripping over from the sudden lack of support. He crawls against a wall and fumbles for something, swiftly pulling out what seems to be a pocket knife. His breathing is erratic and he points the tip of the blade towards the yakuza, now with his features darkened by a frown. He sounds like an entirely different person and the instant switch to a ragged voice startles the stranger.

"See, the trouble is, I promised miss (Y/N) I wouldn't allow a fucking dog like you to be in her presence ever again. Sadly for you, I'm a man of my word." Despite the threatening tone, his posture is relaxed and he stands before the stalker with his hands bare. 

"If I were you, I'd use that little butter knife on my own throat. I don't go easy on horny cockroaches. Especially the ones that mess with my woman." His final words spill out in a bitter growl. 

A small animal in the trashing jaws of a predator. Blood splatters and pools in the asphalt cracks and drained hands claw at the walls, hoping for an escape. As despair sinks in, the alleyway becomes quiet again, save for the merry whistle of the remaining party. Daitou carefully ties the trash bags with the focus of a child wanting to impress the parents with a chore well done. Halfway through he stops and gasps, surprised.

"Oh man, did I really just say 'my woman'? How embarrassing." He blushes and shyly pushes the wrapped slabs away. "I haven't even asked her out yet, ya know? Better not rat me out, Mr. Stalker." He snickers at his monologue and continues the cleanup. 

"Can you really not refrain yourself from smoking in here?" You try to fan away the puff of smoke, scowling at the young blonde man sitting across the table. 

"Why do you even care so much?" Kazuya groans and stuffs the remains of the cigarette in the ashtray.

"I don't want my carrot cake tasting like tobacco. You're lucky the old man is afraid of you, otherwise you would've gotten your ass banned a long time ago."

"You know, I've been thinking about it lately - haven't you gotten quite the attitude? You have a big mouth for someone surrounded by dangerous gangsters. I could blow your brains out right now." 

He lowers himself in his seat and briefly lifts his shirt, flashing a carelessly tucked in gun. He stares at you for a few seconds, as if expecting a reaction, then lets out a chuckle upon seeing your indifferent expression. 

"Shameless. You could at least try to pretend you don't know I have a soft spot for you."

"Just a wild guess, but your Boss probably wouldn't appreciate you shooting civilians in the middle of a café. That's all." You respond with a shrug. 

Your banter is interrupted by Daitou's heavy footsteps nearing in your direction. Kazuya waves, signaling your location, and kicks a chair out, inviting his friend to join. 

"Where the hell were you last night? I thought you'd come with us for drinks after that long ass questioning."

"Sorry, I had to take care of something." Daitou returns an apologetic smile and tilts his head to gaze at you. "Which reminds me, I brought you this."

Your eyes widen in surprise and a faint red tints your cheeks. Was there some special occasion you didn't know about? He places a small box in your hands and leans back in his chair with a cheerful smirk on his face. Kazuya watches the interaction, equally curious as you. 

You open the mysterious gift, giddy with anticipation. The nauseating smell abruptly invades your nostrils and you can feel the contents of your stomach bubble up and pile at the back of your throat. You gag involuntarily and slap your hands over your mouth, as the box tumbles down. A single severed human finger and some teeth glistening with moisture roll out. 

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

Kazuya jumps from his seat, toppling over the table in the process, and lunges at Daitou's throat. The latter can only stare in shock, baffled at a reaction he didn't foresee. There's genuine confusion shaping his features.

"But-...I thought..."

"What the hell did you think, that you'd show up with fucking human remains over some tea and cake?! Jesus, Daitou, she ain't our Lieutenant!"

"But I did- I did tell (Y/N) I'd..." he tries to find you with a pleading, worried look. 

Once the risk of vomiting on the floor has diminished, you shove yourself between the men and gently try to remove Kazuya's arm, still clawed around the other man's throat.

"Let him go, Kazuya. He didn't mean to scare me." You glance at Daitou reassuringly. "Does that mean the stalker guy is now a solved matter?"

The yakuza nods energetically, his eyes now sparkling with pride. He knew you'd understand. Once the tension is lifted, you quickly sweep the gory tokens back into their box and explain the situation to Kazuya. He collapses back in his seat with a frustrated sigh, facepalming himself. 

"I'm so sorry, (Y/N), I should've told you he's being serious when he says shit like this." He glares at his friend. "She didn't actually expect you to go ahead and do it, dumbass. Couldn't you just mention it or something? 'Hey, I took care of that pervert following you around'! You think she would've demanded proof?"

Daitou is nervously fidgeting with his glass eye, as if searching for the proper words.

"But you always say women will like you more if you surprise them with gifts." He concludes with a pout.

There's a prolonged moment of silence and you burst our laughing, as the blonde simultaneously lets out an exasperated whine. You cannot get over the bizarre sight in front of you: someone as massive and imposing as Daitou, cornered like a punished school boy. 

"See, this is what I've been telling Boss. You're a lost cause." Kazuya rests his elbows on his knees, closing the distance between him and Daitou and continuing with a lecturing tone. "If you got a crush on someone, you bring them flowers or something! What are you, a crackhead? Do I have to teach you basic manners?"

"More importantly, uh...what should I do with these? I guess jewelry made of teeth is a thing, but the finger? Won't it go bad?" you cautiously dangle the package next to your ears, listening to the rustle of its contents. 

Kazuya rips the box from you.

"I'm starting to suspect you don't have all the tiles on your roof either. I'll get rid of it, so you better pretend nothing ever happened. Are we clear?"

Both you and Daitou nod obediently.

On your way back, the man can't help the excitement building up in his chest. You liked his gift, didn't you? He hasn't done anything wrong. Does that make it official, then? As he ponders the implications, he peeks at your small frame, barely managing to keep up with him. Would it be alright if he reached for your hand? Is he supposed to ask first? All these steps confuse him to no end.

Nonetheless, he couldn't be more thankful for you. 

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[hotyanderedaddies]

Yandere DaddyDom Yakuza With a Kawaii Darling (You)

[Yandere! DaddyDom! Yakuza x GN Kawaii! Reader]

·゜·:.。..。.:·☆·゜·:.。..。.:·☆

When people see you and Daddy together out on the street, they can't help but notice how different the two of you appear.

You're tiny and petite and bubbly-- the epitome of "Kawaii".

Meanwhile, Daddy towers over you, looking like an imposing wall of solid muscle. He always has a gruff sneer on his face, constantly glaring at anyone who dares to cross his path.

Dating a member of the feared Yakuza wasn't your first choice, but after his persistent following you around the city, and the "mysterious" way all of your other suitors seemed to have gone missing, you'd decided to give the man a chance.

You quickly learned that your new boyfriend took his role as Daddy very seriously.

Daddy immediately moved you into his apartment where he could keep a constant eye on you. Noting your love of all things cutesy and kawaii, he made sure to add some décor to better suit your taste.

You examine a measuring cup shaped like a frog at the store?

Daddy buys it and has it waiting in the kitchen for you.

You get annoyed and try to berate Daddy when you discover a tracking app on your phone?

Daddy turns it into a lecture on how he needs to know your whereabouts at all times so he can protect you.

You get a speeding ticket?

Daddy takes away your driving privileges.

You argue that he can't take away your driving privileges?

Daddy grounds you... for three weeks.

And when Daddy grounds you, that means that he drives you to and from work/school; you have to sit on his lap at home and nowhere else; and if you get out of line, you get a spanking.

Lately, you were in trouble because you'd surprised Daddy at work and had interrupted an important meeting that he was having.

A tiny mischievous part of you knew that it would be a bad idea to give the big, scary man a kawaii bento box in the shape of one of your favorite anime characters in front of the rest of his yakuza members, but you couldn't resist. The thought of seeing the intimidating man all flustered was too much to ignore.

And sure enough, the second you'd walked into the conference room and had spotted Daddy, his eyes had honed in on the box in your hands. You'd worn a big smirk on your face as you'd placed it down on the table in front of him.

"I brought you lunch, Daddy," you'd smiled. "I hope you like it."

As you'd hoped, his face had turned bright red as the rest of the members snickered.

It'd been all giggles until Daddy got home, and in a split second, had you bent over his knee with your bare ass presented to him.

"You're going to count aloud, or else I'm going to have to start all over," Daddy growled at you.

SMACK!

"One," you whimpered.

SMACK!

"Two."

SMACK!

"Three."

The final part of your punishment was something different that Daddy had thought of. He'd said that since you love being kawaii all the time...

"Baby," Daddy tsked as he sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for you to leave the bathroom. "Daddy's getting impatient."

"Um, coming," you hesitated, taking one last look in the mirror. Taking a deep breath, you exited the bathroom, dressed up in the outfit that Daddy had bought for you: a bright pink ensemble with kawaii critters scattered around on it. To up the ante, you even wore a pair of frilly pink panties that could easily be seen to the prying eye.

Daddy's smirk pulled up slightly.

"Um, h-how do I look?" you blushed.

Daddy got off the bed and stalked over towards you, wrapping both of his strong arms around you as he picked you up off the ground, pulling you into his big chest.

"You're so cute," Daddy breathed, even leaning down to playfully nuzzle you. "You're Daddy's cute Darling. All Daddy's."

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[multifandomthoughts]

Kiryu Personal Hygiene Headcanons

Mentions of NSFW, Minors DNI

This man has immaculate hair, and does his best to keep it this way. Uses some sort of citrus shampoo, as he finds the scent energizing. Has caught you hugging him and secretly inhaling the scent of his shampoo.

Has really really soft hands. Also has really well manicured hands, not only for appearances. You’ve never seen him with dirty nails except for the times when he’s come back from a scuffle. Keeps his nails short for certain reasons.

Keeps himself well kept down there. He’s constantly wearing suits so the hair doesn’t irritate him when he’s walking. It also helps reduce chafing, so he doesn’t get uncomfortable during long meetings. Plus, your hand slides much better when giving him handjobs.

Also keeps his facial hair as neatly trimmed as he can, however it is cute to you when he has a bunch of stubble. It always tickles your face when you give him a kiss.

#kiryu kazuma x reader #kiryu x reader #yakuza x reader #kiryu kazuma #Kiryu #yakuza

[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

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[yyxandere]

HIII MOOTIE!!! hope youre doing good, thank you for checking in on me!

ive been thinking of the morning glory kids trying to set kiryu and his darling up... like i cant stop thinking about it because its just too cute... each of kids doing something different to his darling because they know how much kiryu loves them,...,,.

especially haruka!! she's their number one fan and wingwoman, for sure!!! she gushes about kiryu to them, she saves her lunch kiryu packs for her lunch to give to his darling to show how impressive his cooking is, just basically everything she can do to impress them!!!

i love them all.,.. they just want to see kiryu happy!! i think that they would all make up excuses to leave kiryu and his darling alone together...

yyeah theres my lil ramble wfshfshs,, i love the kids theyre all such rascals..,,,.

-ˋˏSINCERELY YOURS. . . ->

SXDIHXWIHJSXNWSBUHHWSBHUXDBIHSWXBHISSXBHI YOU ARE SO RIGHT MOOTIE, MORNING GLORY KIDS R KIRYUS ULTIMATE HYPE WOMEN/MEN

Oh man, all of the morning kids absolutely adore you, you're like a mother to them! Plus whenever you're with their uncle Kaz, they see how much he smiles whenever you're around. They love the idea of Kiryu having someone as wonderful and caring as you in his life!

Plus they even have a mother figure, the girls would have someone older to talk to like crushes and even advice, while Kiryu is happy that you're also there for the boys, you show them and teach them to have positive masculinity and even give advice of how to woo a girl.

All the kids are also protective of you! Whenever you go at least one of them has to go with you, maybe even three so if there is any douchebag that tries to flirt with you then they have to be prepared to be violated via verbal abuse (kids are brutally honest ya know…)

Haruka, yes, THE BIGGEST HYPE WOMAN EVER!! She and the other kids would make you guys a small picnic near the beach, where there are candle lights and even cheesy music, and even one of the boys acted like a fancy waitress, it was truly touching and made you so flattered, while Kiryu who never heard such plan was trying his best not to cover himself into a ball for how embarrassed he was, but he ain't gonna lie, he was happy that you agreed to the little date they made.

Like you said mootie, Haruka would pack Kiryu's cooking so you can taste how delicious it is! She would even ask you for your favorite food, so the next day Haruka will ask Kiryu to make some so she can give it to you! Whenever you eat she stares at you like she's expecting something, like a praise that she can tell about uncle Kaz about!!!

aaaa those little sweet rascals, that Kiryu loves them so much <3

#✧- ‘YAKUZA’ ☆ #THEY MIGHT EVEN MAKE A FAKE WEDDING LMAOO #THE GIRLS ARE ARGUING HOWS GONNA BE THE MAIN BRIDESMAID LMAOO #Yandere yakuza #yakuza x reader #yandere kiryu x reader #yandere kiryu kazuma #kiryu kazuma x reader #kiryu kazuma #yakuza #yandere #yandere x reader #x reader #im gonna upload all of the ask that i answer tommtow bc #i literally did it all day #and im so sleep rn 😭😭

[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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[itz-wanderer]

Love Language Headcanons (Kiryu, Majima, Nishiki)

Kiryu Kazuma

- He’s the type to show his love by spending quality time with his s/o, just talking to each other and sharing how the day went for both of you or it doesn’t even have to be. Talking nonstop to each other, you can just cuddle up with him on the couch, watching movies, feeling each other’s warmth, that way he can learn more about you and have a deeper connection with you.

- He may not show it but he secretly wishes that when you are watching a scary movie, you would jump and bury your face in his arms making him feel like he is a strong dependable man, which of course he already was.

- He has a hard time complimenting you considering how he does not show his feelings but his cute efforts are what melts your heart. A strong, dangerous man trying to impress you with his clumsier side… What could be more adorable and impressive than that?

- No words to be spoken, it was a mutual understanding. Even though he’s a busy man, he tries to find time for you. Call or text you during the day. There’s no single day where he doesn’t think of you.

- He may not be good with words but he sure will show his affection through gifts which he gets recommended by Reina considering she was the only close female friend he had. Reina, being a woman who was always well-informed about all the current fashion and accessory affairs, made sure to help out poor Kiryu choose gifts for you!

Majima Goro

- Majima is the kind of person who would like surprising you more rather than gifting you things right away. He likes to do things when you least expect it and when it happens, it just leaves you blown away!

- He loves being a mystery and figuring him out is one hell of a task for you too. Maybe this was the thrill of being in love with a man like him? After all, who does not like a mysterious man who intensely loves you but does not show it all the way either.

- He will most likely be the silent one and will only respond back with a hug when you give it to him first. He knows you like holding hands when you walk but he wont straight away say it to you. He would just take all his stuff from the hand that is on your side and slightly cough, signaling “my hands are now empty and you could hold my hand if you want to”. You sure did find that hella cute and his unspoken offer was never refused.

- Even though he’s now an old man he always has that child-like kindred spirit in him which just glows up when you surprise him with food you had practiced. He surely would worry about the cuts on your fingers but he never let your efforts go to waste.

- As much as he loved loving and pampering you, he was genuinely glad that he had someone who reciprocated just as intensely as he did. He loved having his hair played with while he just sat on the floor and watched Tv while you massaged his head. You always found him asleep by the time you finished and you would just cuddle up to him sharing a blanket and doze the night away.

- He would often surprise you with Post-It notes with compliments written on them in all the places which he knows you would look at when you first wake up. This mostly happened when he needed to wake up early in the morning to go out to another town for work.

- He made sure that he tucked the blanket in properly just so you wouldn't catch a cold and leave a cup of coffee by the table along with an ugly selfie he took while you were asleep. This never failed to bring a smile to your face and all you could think to yourself was “what did i deserve such a charming man?”

Akira Nishikiyama

- He’s another person who prefers giving gifts to show his affection toward his s/o. Even if there’s no special occasion, he’ll still buy you gifts now and then, especially when he sees a nice necklace on display in some sweet jewelry store walking down the street. Just imagining how that necklace would beautifully wrap around your neck enhancing your beauty even more, it’s enough reason for him to instantly buy it for you.

- It’s shopping trip time! Since he has a great sense of fashion himself, he’ll help you out in choosing outfits which are gonna look perfectly pretty on you and his choice is never wrong so you can trust him. Unlike that one time when he selected a white suit for Kiryu. :”)

- While he likes giving gifts to his s/o, he’d prefer to have an s/o who’s always there for him, supporting him when he’s down and in his worst state. He needs someone who knows their way with words, tell him how much he means to you, how precious he is, that’ll remind him to stay strong no matter how hard his day can be.

- He is super affectionate to physical touch, he’d like to come home from his rough day, having to deal with all the other higher-ups by cuddling with you. When you kiss him every time before he goes to work, he’ll have that stupid smirk the whole day leaving Kiryu in confusion as to what good thing had just happened.

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[cyberheavens]

Y0! Goro Majima x Reader - Domestic Headcanons

been workin on this for a bit! Based on Yakuza 0! Majima since I haven't finished Kiwami yet.

Genre: Domestic Fluff, Slightly Suggestive

Content Warnings: Slightly Suggestive, talks of insomnia, posted at 3am and not proofread

-def the type to sleep in, he works in nightlife so naturally his body clock is shifted. Occasionally when you go on day time dates, he’ll get up a bit earlier to get ready but will definitely be groggy af

-generally has a hard time sleeping, even when he’s sleeping with another person. More often than not, you’ll find him in your kitchen drinking water/tea or alcohol on worse nights. Though if you’re a nightowl like him, one way to get his mind off the insomnia is simply chatting. Sitting in the kitchen at 3am talking about random shit is the one thing that convinced majima you’re the one

-when he does wake up before you, he goes outside for a smoke. Then sits on the edge of your bed and watches you. His favorite thing you do is whenever you catch him in one of these states (with his back turn towards you) and you hug him from behind. Melts his heart everytime

-he mostly does cleaning related chores, especially laundry. Since he’s had to wear a suit that has to look pristine for the Grand, he knows how to take care of clothing well.

-One thing’s for sure is that he would love having a partner that likes to cook or who wants to learn how to cook. He can’t cook for shit, but he’ll def cheer you on.

-Has the tendency to hold you from behind while you're cooking and lean his head on your shoulder. A menace for your touch tbh

-Majima also has a thing for smelling you... Sounds weird but he likes whatever you put in your hair or on your body and associates those scents with you

-Wear his shirt in the house and he will combust and something will ensue ;)

-Makes u coffee in the morning if he manages to get up before you (or just stays awake the entire night…)

-He's pretty adventurous when it comes to dates, he really wouldn't say no to anything (maybe complain a bit, but never a no)

-Lets you decorate your shared home. Since he’s away a lot, it made more sense to him. He secretly likes bold and loud home stuff, so if you ask for his opinion on anything, he'll usually pick something super out of the box.

-You'll probably end up visiting him a lot either at The Grand or Club Sunshine to eat dinner with him whenever he's on break. His shift ends in the early hours of the morning, and usually by the time he gets home, you're already asleep.

-He considers the feeling super old-fashioned, but he really likes coming home from work to your shared home together. It makes him feel warm and fuzzy to be able to greet you at home and nuzzle/cuddle you after a hard day at work

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[gladoswantscake]

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.

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[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.

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[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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#yakuza x reader #majima x reader #goro majima x reader

[ozzgin]

Yandere! Yakuza x Reader

I've been plagued by this idea for a while, so let me know what you think! This is just the character introduction. Your new landlord is a Yakuza boss, and his scary looking underling has been tasked to deal with your tenant needs! Although he didn't expect you to be this cute. And you didn't expect him to be this unhinged.

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Content: Female reader, violence, mentions of stalking

This was the last straw.

You're angrily stuffing your suitcase with necessities before the moving company arrives. Each glimpse around the cramped apartment fills you with outrage, as you're still heavily shaken from the events of last night. 

You first begun to suspect you might have a stalker when you found your outer lock with a fresh dent in it. You then picked a small scrap from the ground nearby and assumed it was leftover damage, but upon further inspection you discovered, disgusted, that it was part of your peephole. Someone must've fiddled with your door a fair amount. You tried to approach your immediate neighbors for help, but they either refused to answer your persistent knocks or downright scurried away when faced with your questions. They didn't want to deal with a foreigner. 

You tried to put it behind you. The police advised you to be cautions, as there was nothing else they could do without concrete evidence. And thankfully, you had several peaceful weeks following the incident. Last night you were suddenly awakened by faint scratches coming from your balcony. You groggily got up and wondered if your recently added bird feeder was attracting nocturnal visitors. You got up without turning on the light, hoping to catch a glimpse of the mysterious animal. As you pulled the drape, however, you were met with the large frame of a man plucking your laundry in a hurry. 

A panicked scream erupted from the depths of your chest and you slapped the light switch, erratically searching for your phone. By the time you dialed emergency, the intruder had vanished. You were sobbing against the wall under the fake reassurances of the operator, eyeing the sliding door that had no lock. Had he wished, the masked man could've easily invited himself in. You were at the mercy of a lunatic and no one seemed to be impressed by your situation. 

No more. Ideally you'd go back to your home country and forget about your plans to build yourself a life in Japan. What were you even thinking? A lonely girl, low on funds, signing a contract to be relocated across the ocean for work. You barely scraped the first months of a mandatory year. 

You close your suitcase with a satisfying click and on your way out you wipe the table of all the newspaper clippings. You've been scanning the potential offers on the market. The ones within your budget, of course, which means you don't have to worry about being picky. Until you find a new place, your belongings can wait in storage. Dusty furniture is a better prospect than waking up with a pervert looming over you. 

By the time the clock hits evening hours, you're sipping on your iced coffee with a defeated sigh. Most of the cheap apartments seem to be given to locals. Not outsiders like you. At least they spared you of the false hopes and curtly told you to not expect any call back, so you can swiftly move on to the next circled address. You pull out the crumbled sheet of paper from your pocket. Reading over your list of crossed out lines like this deflates you greatly. At the very bottom lies your final hope: the ad you'd stumbled upon this morning was too good to be true and the realtor was available for viewing at any time, so you're almost certain it's some sort of scam. Yet you can't afford to skip it, can you? You stand up, pat your jeans and take a deep breath in. 

As you check your phone to confirm the location, you begin to doubt your decision. It's hard to believe no other potential renters have showed up. The apartment is in a convenient area, very close to public transport, at a great price, on what looks like a busy street. Isn't it the dream? So why? You glance around, examining the surroundings. The shops are bustling with people. You try to come up with possible explanations, when a deep voice startles you.

"You must be (Y/N), right? You sure are easy to spot."

You turn around to greet the person. Although the second you spot him, you take an unconscious step back. You'd expected a middle aged man dressed in formal attire with a shy bow and clumsy movements. The one standing before you resembles none of that. He's imposingly tall, with a muscular built and slicked back hair. You can discern the tattoos peeking out from under the rolled up sleeves. His face has multiple deep scars and you can only assume that the pale, discolored eye that's transfixed in one direction is a fake made of glass. One might call him handsome, if you're into the kind of appearance you see in documentaries about the mafia. 

"Y-you're the landlord?" You stutter, immediately covering your mouth and regretting your lack of tact. 

"Nuh uh, Boss sent me to deal with it." He flashes you a genuine grin, completely unperturbed by your offhanded implication. "I'm Daitou."

He continues towards the entrance and you follow behind, too awkward to back down now. He describes the living quarters with surprising enthusiasm. If you were to close your eyes and disregard his heavy Kansai accent, you could very well be convinced it's a professional real estate agent hard at work. 

"Excuse me for asking, but..." Once he finishes his marketing presentation, you cannot help the increasing anxiety. "What's the catch?"

"Huh?"

"For something like this to be so cheap...and no one else being interested...may I be frank and ask what's wrong with it? Please understand, I just left my previous apartment because of a stalker. I don't want to be packing again anytime soon."

"Well, isn't it obvious?" He searches your gaze for a moment, before gasping as if remembering something. "Wait, you're a foreigner, so I guess you don't know. Ah, that explains it." 

He lets out a hearty laugh, satisfied with his conclusion. 

"You didn't notice anything strange outside?"

You ponder his question before slowly shaking your head in denial. 

"Really? A bunch of heavily tattooed guys with family pins on their suits...This is a yakuza quarter. Our Family owns most businesses here. But lately we've had a lot of police on our backs, ya know? Bound to happen when the street is swarming with us. So Boss had this great idea - he's smart like that, ya know, I've never been the bright one - anyways, he suggested we rent some of our housing to regular civilians. Less suspicious that way." 

He crosses his arms and nods to himself proudly. 

"I myself think it's a great deal. You won't find anything cheaper for the kind of stuff you're getting. All you have to do is, you know, mind your business. If some weasel questions you, no Sir, you haven't seen or heard anything suspicious. That's all."

You can only stare wide eyed, somewhat taken aback by his honesty.

"Uh...Are you sure you were supposed to tell me all of this? I feel we're skipping some steps before admitting to organized crime."

Now it's his turn to consider your inquiry. 

"Probably not, but I'm not good with words. You look like a smart girl, so I thought I won't sugarcoat it. I'm sure you already know that if you leave and rat us out I'll be throwing your chopped up remains in the nearby river. Or would you want to be shipped home instead? I'm a nice guy like that, hehe."

You return a crooked smile and purse your lips in the process. You'd rather not learn the percentage of truth in his humor anytime soon. 

"You mentioned a stalker? I can guarantee you he won't follow here, miss. And if he's that dumb to wander on our turf, well, me and my guys always hang around the block. Leave him to me and I'll bring you his teeth in a box." 

"I-...Why teeth of all the things?"

"Just easier to pull out, ya know." He winks and reaches for his back pocket, revealing an old pair of pliers with childish delight. "See, I'm a bit of a handyman, so I always have some tools on me."

Strangely enough, you're not as terrified as you would expect from someone in your shoes. Certainly your knees are weaker when compared to your pre-encounter state, but there's something about his demeanor that doesn't feel malicious or threatening. Like conversing with an old friend at a pub. 

"Will I truly not get in trouble? You guys do your thing and I'm 100% not involved?"

"You have my word." And with that, as if closing the sale of his lifetime, he confidently slaps a stack of papers on the nearby counter and hands you a pen. "You already have my number, if anyone pisses you off just hit me up and I'll be at your service. Boss left everything to me."

No perverts and less of your monthly allowance going towards rent. Maybe it's your despair talking, but you've been persuaded nonetheless. You scribble your name in the designated field and shove the documents towards your new acquaintance. 

"Pleasure doing business with you, miss (Y/N)." He cheerfully dangles the keys before dropping them in your hand and heads for the door.

"Oh, is shipping included in the rent?"

He stops and turns to you, mildly confused.

"You said if I mess up you'll ship my remains home. Do I pay for the postage myself, or is that part of the monthly tax?" You ask with a cheeky grin. 

His eyes narrow in delight and you can tell he's greatly amused by your words. 

"Nah, consider it a gift from me. Gotta treat a lady nice, 'specially if it's a pretty one like you."

And with that, you're alone again. You look around the room, trying to visualize your new home. It's already getting dark outside. Now that you've had the situation explained to you, you can definitely see what Daitou meant. There's the occasional police officer patrolling the street, and plenty of men dressed in similar fashion walking in small groups. 

"And?"

Outside the building, a young man is leaning against the wall with a cigarette in his mouth. He seems to have been waiting for Daitou. 

"It's done. Some cute foreigner is moving in." He lifts an arm in a flexing motion, patting his bicep in a congratulatory manner. "Boss will be surprised, eh?"

"You're fucking with me."

"What? You wanna go back upstairs and check?" He responds, appalled. "Might've taken longer than expected, but I told ya I can manage!"

"Are you sure you didn't threaten her or something? I still don't know what Boss was thinking when he asked a nutcase like you to deal with the civvies." 

"Hey hey hey, I may not be all fancy speaking like you or Kazuya, but I'm not dumb. Matter of fact, she already signed the papers."

"I never said you're dumb. Just batshit crazy." The young man sighs and flicks his cigarette butt away, stomping on it.

"Let's go and tell the others."

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x darling #female reader #yandere yakuza #yakuza x reader #yandere imagine #yandere imagines #yandere oc #yandere original character #yandere mafia #mafia x reader #original work #oc x reader #male yandere x reader #x reader

[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.

#yakuza x reader #majima x reader #goro majima x reader

[pxnkcigar]

hey hello ! just need to get something off of my chest.

closing this blog soon . i honestly don’t have much time and inspiration for writing anymore, but if i’m lucky i can make something and post it on ao3. i’m sorry for those who requested, i wish i would have fulfilled those requests, but school and other things have taken a toll on my writing. i know i barely made any posts on here but with how i see it, people still do like my writing, i might just archive this instead. but please do not expect any more out of me. i might come back in a different set up and different codename…but i will not come back to this blog any longer. thank u sm for understanding, and thank u for taking ur time to read this. i hope u have a good day/night nonetheless. goodbye ! <3

#breaking bad x reader #better call saul x reader #american psycho x reader #team fortress 2 x reader #ace attorney x reader #moon knight x reader #the boys x reader #better call saul #gus fring x reader #lalo salamanca x reader #patrick bateman x reader #tf2 x reader #yakuza x reader

[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

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[yyxandere]

KAZUMAA! Theres this place i really wanna go to so would mind coming with me? Oh why?...well cuz you're fun to be with! and i feel safe with you~ (romantic or platonic your choice)

-ˋˏWHY ASK?. . . ->

Fun.

Fun isn't one of the many nice vocabularies to name Kiryu. He is a monotonous, stoic, and lack of humor kind of guy, heck even Nishki his brother since the day in the orphanage hasn't really called him fun. So the fact that you, of all people, the person that can make Kiryu's hand all clammy, his heart beating faster than him fighting, you just have that power over him.

"Are you sure you really want me to accompany you?" Kiryu said as he looked down because he couldn't really focus on your gaze, the way your eyes were glimmering with eagerness made his breath hitch with his lips parted a little bit as he felt like he could lose his train of thought by staring at your eyes for too long.

Safe.

Being safe is what Kiryu wants for you, but him being a part of the Yakuza, he really has to work his bones out so that normal civilians like you will be safe from the dark hands of the Tojo clan's enemies. But no matter how strong and powerful Kiryu is, he is still human. So when you asked him to go out with him. . . like a date, but Kiryu isn't that delusional to think it that way. How can he refuse?

"Well, can't let you dry up with my answers, so sure, why not."

When he said that, he saw you grin feverishly and then grabbed his arms and snuggled into it.

It felt warm like the sun, the feeling sending tingling through his body like it always does whenever you do this, making him flush. You must be doing it intentionally, though there is a possibility for him that you aren't actually aware of the effect you have on him, that's why you are acting this way.

Still, how can he deny you when you said such nice words to him?

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