#Yakuza Fanfic

[normalfrances]

Majima is Kiryus “boys night out” takes an unexpected turn when a VERY buzzed Kiryu tries to tell Majima how much he means to him and an equally buzzed Majima cannot accept this affection so he makes a completely natural and smooth escape （＾ν＾）

(Close ups and bonus doodle comics under the cut!! vv )

[thebunnybutts]

When you're working on three big ass projects but then you read the cutest, sweetest fic and just. You have to draw. Them 🩷✨️

Doodle inspired by Love Between the Pages by @deathmothking -- please go read if you haven't, it's absolutely lovely ;u;

[lawliet-ryuzaki-ryuga]

The Hunt

Shoma Toriashi X reader ( Chapter 3)

word count: 1602 TW: mention of death and stalking. Summary: Life as we know it can change in an instant, and so do feelings and the people you meet.

A/N : Ah I want to say thank you to all of you who have shown me support on the last chapters! I will be creating a tag list, so if you wish to be tagged for up coming chapters let me know!

Masterlist

Chapter 2

Chapter 4

When Yoshino’s grandfather saw me and we locked eyes it was a matter of time before I was called in.

“ Y/N, how are you! Come in, I’ve been meaning to speak with you.” He gives his charming smile.

“ Hello, I’m doing well, how about yourself.” I walk into the room, as Shouma stays behind. 

“ Shouma, could you close the door? I need to speak with her in private.” Renji smiles at Shouma and without further explanation the door is closed.

“ so how have you been feeling? Ever since you know your father’s passing?”

“ I’ve been fine, didn't know the old man enough, but I’m okay.” I answer his question and take the seat right in front of him. 

“ Not like anyone really knew him. So your brother told me you’re ready. Are you sure, listen.. I view you like my daughter. "

“ I’m aware but I’ll be fine.”

“ You won’t have to worry i won’t make you do anything that is too dangerous and if there is any chance where it could, You’ll have someone with you.” He reassures me with his famous smile. 

“ Yes, I know.”

“ Also I’m going to need you to help me on something, do you know who Kirishima Miyama is?” He asks as he leans back into his chair that hes sitting on, folding his arms.

“ No, I don’t.”

“ Perfect, I already know who he is, i’ve met him a couple times before. But I need you to get me what and who he associates with outside of work, and how much of his boss's dirty work does he take care of. I need you to do a little stalking.”  

“Because?” 

“ You’ll find out soon enough.” He smiles and leans back into his seat even more.

“Alright, when do you need this information?” I ask, wondering why on earth this much information is needed on a guy that he already knows. 

“ As soon as you get all my information for me.” He smiles harder where the crinkles by his eyes appear.  

“ Sounds good, anything else that you have for me?” I stand up from my seat preparing for my exit. 

“ No, have a good night.”

With that i bow my head and give my goodbye as well and leave the room. I don’t see Shoma around so i had assumed he had walk away and decided to not walk me anymore. With that put my shoes back on and exit the Somei’s place but at the end of the gate i see a tall slender figure. 

“ I thought you changed your mind on walking me.” I walk up to Shoma and watch as the small glimmer of light from his cigarette lights up as he takes a long draw from it. 

“ I said I would walk you, did i not?”

“ Yes, so let's go, it’s cold.” i begin walk away rubbing my arm up and down in attempts to warm myself. But I soon feel something being thrown over my shoulders. 

“ Shoma it’s really okay, I don’t want you getting sick.”

“I’m fine, don’t worry.” He looks ahead and keeps walking.

As we walk I glance over every once in a while to make sure he’s really okay, but the cold doesn’t seem to bother him at all. Instead he goes through his pockets and pulls out another cigarette and his lighter. Yoshino and I have attempted to get him to stop, but he doesn’t care. 

“ I got the tattoos 2 months ago, I wanted something small and where I could hide it.” I speak up attempting to break the quiet night that has taken over our walk.

“ Mmm and why did you get it?” Shouma asks not breaking contact with the road in front of him.

“ Because.. I’m now part of the somei group.. Apparently my dad made an agreement with Renji.”

“ Where is he anyways, he hasn’t been around for a while.”

“ He died.” I mumble, not wanting to bring too much attention to the topic.

“ What, what do you mean died? Who’s been with you because i know damn well you’re brother left.”

 "As in he died, don’t tell anyone. Only a handful know, and ive been by myself? Can I not live on my own?” 

“ when did he pass?”

“Last month.. Or maybe 2 months ago, I’m not too sure.” I sigh hoping this conversation will end.

“Y/n.. you’re not actually.. One of those hostesses are you?” Shouma stops in his tracks, that’s when i feel his gaze burn holes into my head. I turn around and give him a small smile. 

“ No.” WHY WOULD HE ACTUALLY THINK I WAS SERIOUS?!!?

“ You’re not lying right, because that’s what a lot of the women who are part of the Som–”

“ No, that's not what i do, I think my job will be getting intel on people so more like stalking.” I cut him off before he can explain his thought process any more.

“Is that what Somei Renji was talking to you about?”

“ yup.. *Sigh*, I’ll have to get to work soon i guess.”

“ What are you trying to find out?”

“ Not sure if i can tell you, so i’ll just assume i can’t.”

“ mmm.” Shoma hums and pushes me forward to keep walking. 

We finally make it to my house and we stop at the entrance of the gate, I begin to remove Shouma’s jacket and hand it back to him. Which he takes back and puts it back on. 

“ Oh i have some of Yoshino’s stuff, since you’re heading back you can give it back to her, you can come in to heat up a bit just while i get her things.” 

Shoma nods in agreement and walks in with me and into my house. I remove my shoes at the entrance and turn on the lights so that it isn’t too dark. 

“ You can wait in the living room if you want, do you want any tea or anything?” I ask as I walk down the hall to reach my room. 

“ I’m fine.”

“Okay i won’t be long, I’ll be right back.” I walk away and head to my room. I changed out of Yoshino’s outfit and into  my own pjs. I grab the other clothing on Yoshino as promised and head downstairs back to Shouma. 

“ I’m back, sorry for the wait.” I apologize as i hand over bag of clothing to him. 

“ No worries, can I smoke?”

“.... sure.”

“ Thanks..... So did they hurt?” He asks after taking a long drag from his cigarette 

“ What hurt?”

“ The tattoos, they are on your back dimples are they not?”

“ uh yes and kinda, never been a fan of needles.” 

“ So was it a man who gave you the tattoo? Kind of an intimate place if you ask me.”  Another cloud of smoke leaves his lips as he speaks.

“ It was actually your tattoo artist, I remembered when we went to watch you get your tattoos and I liked his style.”

“ So you had a man with his face close to your ass and feeling you up.” he scoffs, as he tips his cigarette against the rim of the ash tray. 

“ You’re being dramatic.”

“ Next time you go let me know so I can join you.”

“ Why would I do that?” I question as I watch him get up from his spot and burn out the bud that’s left. He clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth which releases a “ tsk” sound. 

“ Because I don’t think it’s smart for a girl to be alone with a guy.”

“You’re one to talk, you’re alone in a room with me right now.” i scoff at his thought process, he’s going to act all wise but can’t even practice what he preaches.

“ You’re right, but….” he stops mid sentence and drops the bag in his hand and takes long strides towards me. In reaction I take steps back and I realize I’m cornered. 

“ But you know I would not hurt you Y/N.”

“ Who are you trying to convince, me or you?” I respond back as i fold my arms across my chest. 

“ Depends, do you need me to show you to be able to convince you?” Shouma lifts his right arm and places his hand against the wall next to my head, as if to block or intimidate me. 

“ Yeah, like I would want you to show me anything. You can go show half of the girls in Osaka like you always do.” I push past him and leave him behind. 

To think he thinks he can say those things to me, like I’m one of the girls he sleeps with, ugh the disgust. Shouma has grown his reputation around Osaka, being the man who will sleep with any girl. I cannot even begin to imagine how many women he has slept with in our class alone, oh my gosh… Do people think that since he hangs out with Yoshino and I, that he’s slept with us… 

No way, Yoshino and i don’t even talk to anyone really, so how would they know… wait how would they know what?.. there's nothing going on.. Y/N get a grip, what is wrong with you....

I’m brought back to reality when I feel Shouma’s hair tickle my cheek and his hot breath against my ear.

“ I wouldn’t show them what I would show you, just like how you won’t show anyone those tattoos like you’ve shown me.” He whispers in my ear and walks away to grab the bag of clothing I gave him before. Without much of a good bye he walks out the door with nothing more than a lazy wave.

I'm going to kill him

tag list: @missroro

[quartzalynlove]

Dating Goro Majima Would Include

Pairing: Majima x fem! Reader

Summary: dating our favorite crazy eyepatch man

A/n: I knew the second I saw this man that he'd make me post about him

WARNINGS: N/A

Your honor if this isn't a gift giving man idk what is

He's buying whatever your eye lingers on for more than a second

Or getting random clothes he wants to see you in

And you better not get caught looking too good around him because he's gonna get rabid

The strength of Mr Shakedown couldn't pull him off of you

He'll cling onto you and all but try to eat you

When you finally push him off he'll get all pouty so you'll have to let him know that he can get all clingy later

Definitely shows you off

There's not a member of the Tojo Clan that doesn't know Majima's girl

You could walk right in and out of HQ just to say "hi" unscathed because who's getting in the way of Majima and his girl?

No one that values their life that's for sure

Kisses are sloppy and open mouth

I swear all that junk food has him nutrient deficient

I wouldn't be surprised if he's a biter too

But he lives for all that soft crap

Throw him off with a sweet, chaste kiss and he might start rattling like a cartoon character

I think he'd love anyone that matches his crazy even a little bit

Like having a few screws loose makes you just perfect for him

He'd play into the dog thing

Not even in a suggestive way, mostly just for the plot

"Trust me, darlin', I live up ta both parts of my name!"

Head scratches, curling in your lap

He might even growl a little into your neck if you've got a new perfume on

It's to prove a point but he does love it if you're the one doing it

He'd probably let you walk him on a leash if you felt like it

Physical touch is definitely his second biggest love language

He holds you like he's trying to absorb into your skin

Inhaling your essence with the desperate hope that part of you is coming to dwell in him with each breath

If you tease him about how soft he is with you, he'll brush it off, but the truth is that you're the whole world to him

In a life that's always moving and changing, you're his gorgeous, brilliant constant, and he cherishes that

He loves his crazy life, but watching you fade into view each day as the soft morning light spills in around you? That's the reason he keeps going.

He's also clingy because he's a little scared as well

The only person crazier than him must be whoever chose to be with him

He may be a force of nature in the yakuza, but he still can't control what each day may throw at the two of you

Whatever it may be seems to melt away when he comes home to you, though

Just by watching you he can see the rest of his life clearly and not the day to day antics he constructs on whims

He can see himself leaving everything behind and leading a domestic life

But that may be his most insane fantasy yet

[blood-market]

Hurt/Comfort shipping is my fav thing tbh

This is art I made for a fic I just posted. You can read it here

I appreciate all the support I've been getting here recently. Might as well give yall some food <3

Edit: We did it boys. We made it to the funny number!

[sweetpotatoesintheoven]

The aforementioned ichizhao fic hehe. I'm not that confident in writing these two but I was just really itching to so here! Expect more praise kink Ichiban from me because damn.

[interstellarvacuumcleaner]

here it is! HERE IT IS

[goth-automaton]

What do we do, when we have three multichapter WIPs?

Write and post a oneshot, of course!

Smacznego! 💜

[deadsouls-is-canon]

Summary: Majima goes to therapy with tough but fair Dr. M. Afterward, he's surprised by an unconventional delivery guy with a penchant for awkward questions and irritating clapbacks. Later, he meets up with some old, familiar faces. Finally, Majima puts himself out there but will he get the wave to go for a homerun?

# # #

“So,” Nishiki finally said, when the quiet got way too loud. “Prison.”

Majima had to laugh.

“Look at you, skippin’ the foreplay,” he replied with a soft chuckle. “But yeah, prison.”

“I mean,” Nishiki went on. “I don’t care one way or another, because Shimano was a huge fucking asshole. But there’s…hearsay. That maybe…maybe you didn’t kill him at all. That maybe you’re taking the blame for somebody.”

Jesus, this guy just plowed in without lube or anything. He didn’t owe this dude any sort of explanation, whether he was Kiryu’s kyoudai or not.

“Does it matter?” Majima replied wearily; he’d so been looking forward to his next outing with Kiryu-chan but if it was going to end up being the Spanish Inquisition, he’d almost rather have gone home.

“Might matter to some people,” Nishiki pointed out, as subtle as a fuckin’ freight train.

[verrixa]

YIPPIE! A brand new fic on my AO3!

Relationship: Kazuki/Yuya

Rating: E

Thanks again @sweetpotatoesintheoven for the beta read!! 🫰

RGG studio could give them full names, it isn't that hard...

[lilmoonbunny]

Party Girl; Bodyguard!y0!Kiryu x Reader

Kiryu is your overprotective bodyguard and crush.

[AO3]

Warnings: Bodyguard AU. Reader is drunk and Kiryu is done. I haven't finished 0 yet so like he may be very OOC.

You couldn’t recall the last time that you had been without Kiryu, at least, not since you had turned nineteen.

While he was only a couple years older than you – two, to be exact – it often felt as though there was a significantly larger age gap, considering his behaviour compared to other men of similar ages.

Kazuma Kiryu was, for lack of a better term, perfect… to you, anyway.

He was quiet, yes, but deep down he was a sweetheart, the perfect gentlemen. He always made sure that you were okay - both physically and mentally – and safe without overstepping any boundaries, despite your insistence that it was fine and that you trusted him.

“You shouldn’t just trust anyone, Y/N,” you recall him saying one night.

“You’re not just anyone, Kaz,” you answered, and had you been paying complete attention, you would have also noticed his pink ears, rather than just the roll of his eyes.

A sigh fell from your lips as you lay in bed, your bodyguard on your mind again. It was becoming a more common occurrence as of late. Your… feelings… had began blossoming within a few months of him becoming a constant in your life.

While you had known him since being a teenager – your father and Kazama having some type of friends – you never saw each other as often as you do since he was hired, by your father, of course, to be your bodyguard.

That decision was one that was made without your knowledge, leading to an intense fight between yourself and your father, and you still remember the way his face flushed red with anger as you both shared cruel words.

Another sigh left you, only to be quietened by the buzzing of your phone, one which you reached to grab within an instant.

“Hello?” You muttered into the device, raising your body from your bed while also attempting to be as quiet as possible to ensure you didn’t wake Kiryu who was most likely asleep in the next room.

“Yo, Y/N! Where are you?” The voice of your friend, Aika, screeched; you instinctively pulled the phone away from your ear, quickly turning the volume down.

“Home, why?”

“There’s a huge party, you should come!”

Another sigh.

“Kiryu won’t be happy if I wake him up,”

“Screw him, just sneak out!”

Yeah, Aika was definitely drunk, and while you didn’t want to piss Kiryu off, it did sound fun.

“All right, where?”

“I’ll text you the address!” Came her final words, making a kissy noise before the hang-up noise was heard, shortly followed by the ding of a notification.

“Where are you going?” The deep voice of a tired Kiryu sounded behind you, quiet curses leaving your mouth as you removed your hand from the door handle, turning to look at him with an innocent look.

“Fresh air…?”

“Dressed like that? Nice try, Y/N,”

You rolled your eyes at his words and shrugged.

“A party,” you admitted.

You watched as he shook his head. “No.”

“Why?”

Kiryu glanced at the clock for a moment before turning his attention back to you.

“It is 1 in the morning,” he said as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Why are you awake?”

“Why are you?” You smiled innocently, as though it would help your case in any way possible.

Kiryu simply raised an eyebrow at you, shaking his head in dismay. “Where is this party then?” He asked.

The moment the address left your lips, his gaze hardened.

“And you were going to go there alone? Seriously?” He shook his head, making you feel slightly guilty for even considering sneaking out. “One of the most dangerous places in Japan and you were going to go there alone? At 1am? Do you have any idea what people would think?”

“What do you mean, Kaz?” You asked.

“I mean, an attractive woman alone at a party? People aren’t as innocent as you, Y/N, they’ll try and take advantage of you and I-“He continued, or at least tried to before you cut him off with one burning question.

“You think I’m attractive?” You asked with a smug grin, one which grew as you saw his eyes widen and a small blush run up his neck.

“I- well, I- Is that seriously all you got from that?”

You grin again. “Yep! Now, are you coming or are you going to make this attractive woman go to a party alone?” Was it wrong to use his words against him? Probably. But did you care? Nope!

He paused for a moment, then turned around with a sigh. “Let me grab my jacket.”

The music was loud, as to be expected at a party of this magnitude.

Your eyes skimmed the room, desperately searching for Aika, all while Kiryu loomed behind you, eyes darting around the room yet for a very different reason; he was paid to keep you safe, after all, he didn’t do it for any other reason… No other reason at all.

“Y/N!” He heard a slurred voice call your name, and immediately spun on his heel, ready to defend you from any potential danger.

Spotting a girl he had seen before, he somewhat relaxed, but remained on guard. His eyes were trained on you as you rushed over to the girl who stood outside, immediately being enveloped into a hug.

“I see you got him to come with you, then,” Aika whispered into your ear as she spotted Kiryu in the distance.

“I wasn’t given a choice,” you mumbled before pulling away.

Aika grinned at you before beckoning you over to two benches filled with people – some you recognised, some you didn’t – before handing you a drink.

“I kept this for you!” She slurred, watching you with a devilish grin as you went to take a sip without even questioning what it was.

“Tha- Hey!” You yelled as someone grabbed the red cup from your hand. “Kiryu, what the hell?!” You asked, reaching over to try grab the cup which he had brought to his nose.

“What is this?” He asked Aika who simply giggled.

“Vodka and... uhm-“

As he waited for Aika to finish her sentence, you reached over and snatched the cup from his grasp, immediately drinking it, assuming it was safe considering he didn’t have a deathly grip on it.

“Holy shit, that is certainly vodka,” you swallowed, almost gagging after downing the drink. “Are you sure there was even anything else in it?” You giggled before moving to sit down besides Aika.

A tight grip caught your wrist just as you were about to take a seat, pulling you towards Kiryu’s muscular body as he leaned down to whisper into your ear. “Don’t get too carried away, all right? Remember what happened last time.” He muttered before letting you go.

A blush ran up your cheeks, the colour darkening as everyone watching whistled. You knew exactly what he was referring to with last time: when he had to physically carry you home and you threw up on his shoes… That was embarrassing.

Considering it was nearing 2am when you arrived, the night was still young, and so as the night grew, as did your alcohol intake, much to Kiryu’s dismay.

“He’s staring at you again,” one of Aika’s friends – Riku, you think his name was – told you, leaning over to your ear so that you could hear him over the pounding bass.

“Who?” You asked, oblivious to who he meant in your drunken stupor.

“Your boyfriend? You know, the scary muscular dude you came with.”

You flew backwards in surprise, eyes wide as you nearly fell off the bench, only to be caught by somebody’s hands who you didn’t even think about before answering.

“Kiryu isn’t my boyfriend!” You screeched, before turning to thank whoever had caught you. “Oh, thanks, Kiryu!” You smiled sweetly up at the older man whose jaw was clenched tighter than you had ever seen in the three years he had been with you.

His eyes rolled as he made sure that you weren’t going to fall the moment he released you, before removing his hands from your back and wordlessly returning to his previous position.

“Not my boyfriend, my ass,” Aika giggled.

You glanced over at Aika with red cheeks, shaking your head in shock before risking a glance at Kiryu who was looking anywhere but at you.

With a deep breath, you stood on shaky legs and wandered over to your protector.

“Can we go home?”

Without even looking over at you, Kiryu nodded, waiting for you to bid your friends, both new and old, goodbye before turning to walk towards the car, hardly sparing you a glance.

“Kiryu, slow down!” You called. “Honestly, my feet can’t handle this in these heels,” you giggled, looking over at him, smiling to yourself as he slowed to a halt. “Thank you.”

Kiryu turned to face you, jaw still tight. The moment you reached him, he kneeled, leaving you confused, even more-so as his hands reached out to undo the straps of your heels.

“Lift your foot.” He swallowed, feeling you place your hands on his shoulders doing as you were told. It wasn’t difficult for him to remove your heels while also keeping you upright. “And the other.”

You watched the man as he placed your heels to a side, looking up at you for a moment, then reaching down to untie his own shoes.

“What? Are we both just going barefoot or something?” Your slurred words were hard to understand, but thankfully for you, Kiryu had seen you like this before.

He shook his head, removing both his shoes before slipping them onto your feet.

“They probably won’t fit, but it’s better than nothing,” He stated as though it was the most obvious thing in the world, picking up your heels, before walking again, this time at a slower pace.

The walk down the road to the car was silent and it wasn’t a comfortable one, something unusual for you both. Kiryu was a quiet man, you had always known this, but you had never seen him this tense.

“Are you okay?” You asked, glancing over at him. “Is it ‘cause I took your shoes?”

Despite his inner turmoil, he couldn’t help but chuckle at your genuine question as he finally looked over at you.

“No, it’s not because you took my shoes.” He answered with a small smile. “The car is here.”

Kiryu reached over, opening the door for you without even thinking, it having become a habit. His free hand reached out to gently grab your hand, helping guide you into the passenger seat.

“Thank you,” you said, leaning backwards to rest your head, eyes fluttering shut.

Kiryu let out a quiet sigh, one hand resting beside your thigh as he reached over to grab your seatbelt, clicking it into place and shutting the door.

Once he was buckled into his own seat, he turned to face you for a moment.

Your eyes were still closed, a soft smile gracing your lips and your previously perfect hair somewhat dishevelled. He would be lying if he said he didn’t still find you the most beautiful person in the world.

“Do you want to go anywhere else before I take you home? Food?” He asked softly, ignoring his previous thoughts.

Your eyes snapped open, a smirk replacing your previous smile.

“Karaoke.”

While he shook his head in feign annoyance, he simply agreed. “Karaoke it is.”

Let me know if you'd like more <33

[kuhakunohi]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62021794

waiter waiter more transmasc Kido please! wrote some steamy Arai/Kido things happening in the Kanemura Enterprises (top/bottom dynamic doesn't work they're just horny)

[lawliet-ryuzaki-ryuga]

The Hunt

Shouma Toriashi X Reader ( Chapter 4 )

word count :2258

TW: strong language, sexual tension ( nothing really +18)

Summary: life as we know it can change in an instant, and so do feelings and the people you meet.

A/N: I did not proof read.. LOL I just kinda went over it. But hehe I was giggling as I made this chapter! I LOVE HIM SO MUCHBDHVFCDEQWVDIUY

MASTERLIST

chapter 3

The weekend is finally here and we can now relax or so I thought..

“ Y/N I want to go to a karaoke club, they just opened one and i think it would be fun!” Yoshino speaks from the other side of the phone. 

“ Yoshino you’re not even of age yet.. How do you plan on getting in?” I ask as I grab and cut ends of the broccoli and cut them into smaller pieces to add to the broth that's boiling. 

“ Everyone knows I look older than I am, so if you and Shouma go first, by the time they get to me they won’t even ask! Worst case we can ask Shouma to get us some connections.” Yoshino reasons with hopes I’ll change my mind.  

"So you’re telling me Shouma already agreed to this?”

“ No… But he will, he always does! If he agrees, does that mean you’ll go?” 

With a small sigh I smile to myself and confirm that I would go if Shouma agrees, with that Yoshino hangs up to call Shouma. I continue with cooking my beef house soup and prepare the slices of beef and noodles ready to throw them in once the broccoli is cooked enough. I decide to clean the rest of the kitchen in the meantime, and do whatever is left around the house. At the moment I don't look my best, my hair is up in a ponytail and I’m wearing an oversized shirt that is ridden with holes everywhere, but who cares. I eventually walk back to my kitchen to add the noodles and whatever spices are left and give the soup a taste. 

WHO AM I? A CHEF OBVIOUSLY THIS IS AMAZING! 

I feel goose bumps arise as I taste my to die for soup, just as I’m about to go for a second taste test, I hear a knock at my door.. Who could it be, I didn’t even open the main gate.. Maybe it’s one of dad’s members or something.. 

I walk towards the door and see through the peephole and see Shouma on the phone.. What is he doing here, i open the door slowly and he just walks in like he owns the place. He’s wearing one of his usual black long sleeved shirts and a pair of dark jeans to match. I stare at him as he removes his shoes before stepping completely into the house and raises his finger to his lips as an indication to not make any noise. 

I walk away and back into the kitchen to stir the soup one last time before turning the stove off to let the soup try to cool down and I go for another taste.  But my personal space is invaded by Shouma standing next to me and staring down the spoon I have at hand. 

“ And if I say no?” Shouma asks the person on the phone before opening his mouth to indicate for me to feed him the soup that’s on the spoon. With a side eye i comply, and blow on the hot soup before feeding. He reaches besides me and grabs the chili flakes bottle and adds a few more flakes into the soup.

“ Hey i do–” I was cut off by him as he pushed his hand flat against my lips to prevent me from speaking.  Is he serious, he came to my place and he has the audacity to tell me what to do.

As a result I decided to lick his hand so that he will remove his hand from my mouth, and as planned he does remove his hand. He looks at his hand that i just licked, which is now slobbered by my saliva and wipes it against his shirt.

“ Okay Yoshino I will go, but I gotta go. I have business to take care of, bye.” He speaks in to the phone before saying goodbye to yoshino. 

“ Are you serious you made me be quiet while you’re on the phone with yoshino, i thou-” Shouma reaches towards me again but this time i dodge him quick. 

“ Shouma do not test me..”

“ You think you’re just going to lick my hand and get away with it?”

“ And you think you’re going to shut me up by covering my mouth.” i speak back. 

“ I told you to be quiet, did I not Y/N?” He leans against the counter top in the kitchen while stretching out his arms besides him to hold onto the edge of the counter. 

I turn to grab a slicing knife from the knives set and walk towards him, his gaze follows my movement and focusing on the knife in my hand. I stand in front of his tall, slender and strong figure and press my body slighting against him to close the big gap between us but leaving enough room where I’m not completely against him. 

“ And whose house are you in right now?” I ask before stabbing the cutting board that was right behind his hand on the counter. “ Mine, and remember that.” I Speak in a firm tone and let go of the knife handle and pull away from his presence. 

I go to grab some bowls from the cabinet and hand them over to shouma so that he can pour the soup into the bowls. Eventually we end up sitting down on the table on the floor and sit across from one another. 

“ So was Yoshino trying to convince you to go out?” I ask after taking my first sip of the soup… which is now too spicy for my liking thanks to him. 

“I only agreed because�� I heard you would go if I went.”

“ mmm so you wouldn’t go for your Yoshino”I asked.

“ I mean I’d go if she asked, but I’d go so I can take you.” He spoke in a low voice before he began lifting his bowl to start drinking from it. 

“ How charming of you.” I sarcastically say back, we sit in silence finishing our food until i get a text. Hmm looks like Yohsino won’t waste a second. 

“ Get up and clean these dishes, I will go get ready, Yoshino wants to go shopping.”

“ But she didn’t ask me to go.” Shouma tells me like i care.

“ Did i ask if she told you, i said we are going, I fed you, the least you can do is take me to the mall.” I get up from my spot and walk towards my room to get ready. I grab a maroon off the shoulder long sleeved top and pair it with black see through pantihose and a black pleated skort and a pair of preppy short heel shoes. I fix my hair and style it where I let my curtain bangs to frame my face and creat a half up, half down style and tie the look together with a maroon bow.

I use a bit of foundation and some blush to give my skin some color and lastly do my lips. I have never been a fan of lipstick so I stick to my lip gloss, granted my lip gloss has to be glittery.  With that i walk down and see that Shouma is laying down on the floor with a cigarette in between his lips.  

“ I’m ready, let's go.” I speak up as I lean against the door frame waiting for him. 

Shouma slowly turns his head towards where I stand, and I watch as his eyes stare me down, as if he's sizing me up. He gets up from his laying position and stands up and walks towards me, but i just gather myself and walk away from him and walk towards the main entrance. Just as I’m about to open the door, the door is slammed shut. 

“ Shouma what the hell.”

“ Do you plan to go out dressed like that?”

“ No shouma i just decided to wear this just so you can see it and then I’ll go change! Are you dense, yes this is what I’m wearing, now let me open the door.” I roll my eyes at his stupid question.

“ Are you trying to seduce me?” Shouma brushes the hair that’s covering my ear and tucks it behind, as he lowers his head and speaks by my ear. His lips grazing my ear lighty and his warm breath sending shivers down my body. 

“ I don’t know what’s gotten into you, I always dress like this.” 

“ So you’re not denying that you’re trying to seduce me Y/N/.” Shouma leans closer and nuzzles his head into my neck.

What is this Man trying to do.. Is he trying to intimidate me, see if I’m going to cave in? What is he trying to get at.. Is he testing the waters and seeing how far I will let him go, if that’s the case. Let me give him a run for his money.  

I slowly lift my hand away from the door knob and move it towards where Shouma’s head is and run my fingers through his soft and silky hair. I move and lift my head slightly to the side to give him more access of my neck area. 

“ And what if I am, what if I said I wanted you to leave marks down my exposed skin?” I pushed his head closer against my neck to give him the impression to start kissing me down my neck. I slowly begin to feel his lips open, his teeth bite into the neck and small kisses are being placed.

I focus on my breathing to increase the depths of my breaths and fast exhales to depict excitement.

 And with that I quickly push my hand between my neck and the side of his head. Which breaks the contact of lips against my neck, and use the hand that was already messing with his hair to push his head forward. With that I slammed his head hard against the door I was facing. 

“ You should have learned that I'm not the one to mess with Shouma.” I stared at the man who was grabbing his head where it was just slammed.  I push him aside and drop my house keys by his feet and walk out the door and wait by his bike.

Soon enough he comes by and passes me my house key.

“Looks like someone got what they wished for. Now you can walk around the mall with a mark on your neck.” Shouma speaks up, getting onto his bike and placing the helmet over his head. 

… What. Did. He. Just. Say…

I quickly grab my phone to look and pull up the camera to see what he’s talking about, and behold.. There was a red mark on my neck.. That fucker, he’s not getting away with this. 

I hop onto his bike and tie my hair into a bun to prevent it from messing up too much, and hold on tight to his waist as we take off in speed. As we’re speeding down the roads of Osaka and the cool air bites at my skin, I decide that now would be a great time to mess with shouma. His helmet covers just his face leaving a gap between his neck and shoulders, which I take as my advantage. 

 I lean my head forward and press my lips against his neck and give him small pecks around the side of his neck.

“ HEY Y/N STOP I’M DRIVING” I hear shouma yell from under his helmet but i ignore his calls. 

I begin to bite slowly at his neck and lick the spot that’s just been bitten, all while letting the cool air hit that exposed area. I continue to do the same action in different areas around the side of his neck. Slowly but surely breaking the skin and bruising his neck with, One bite. One kiss and One lick at a time. I watch how his grip tightens over the bike's handles everytime i move to another area to mark. By the time we reach the parking lot of the mall his neck is covered with love bites all over.

“ Thanks for the ride Shouma.” I jump off his bike and chirp Shouma a thank you and let my hair down to cover the mark on my neck and begin to walk away. 

*tsk* “ I don’t think so, what the hell was that?” Shouma pulls me back by my wrist pushing me now against his motorcycle and trapping me between both of his arms. 

“ I don’t know what you’re talking about, now move.” I try to push past him but he doesn't budge. Instead he moves his right hand and lifts it up to my face, where his thumb and the rest of his other fingers squeeze my cheeks, causing my lips to slightly pucker. 

“You know I could have crashed because of the stunt you pulled back there.” He asks 

I try to pull my face away from his grasp but his firm hold on my face doesn’t free me.

“ you ca-arn blem you’rrselv” I try to speak but the words all come out botched instead because i can’t move my lips freely since they’re being squished. 

“Y/N you started something you will not win.” Shouma tells me sternly and lets go of my face.

“ I’m sorry to tell you this Shouma but I already won, you just don’t even know it yet.” I smile at him before skipping away from him and into the mall. I turn back to see if he's following me, but all I see is him Turing his head around to watch me walk away.

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Does anyone have any good Majima Goro x Kazuma Kiryu fics to recommend?

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Nightmare - Chapter 2 - Akira Nishikiyama

Summary: Nishiki ran into Kiryu unexpectedly, but he was not who he once was. And Majima seemed to be in the same situation as Nishiki.

Warnings: If you haven't read chapter 1, this is an AU where Kiwami 1 spoilers are present, horror, gore, and swearing.

Available on Ao3

Chapter 1

Nishiki wipes the tears from his face with his white blazer sleeve. He watches Majima poking his head out from the alley.

"I don't see him anywhere." He pauses, scanning both sides of the alleyway. He turns back to Nishiki. "My office ain't far, but we'll need to be quiet in case he comes back."

Majima was the first to cautiously exit the back alley, motioning Nishiki to follow behind.

Paranoia struck the two of them as they walked down the silent alley. The crickets Nishiki once heard moments ago vanished. Only their footsteps quietly made an echo to fill the dead silence. Nishiki looked back often to watch for Kiryu. Majima could faintly see a small puddle of liquid leaking from one of the back alleys. He begins to slow down.

"This was where I ran into him." Nishiki whispers.

Majima was the first to investigate the scene Kiryu left behind. He slowly enters the area, unprepared for the gruesome sight of his dead subordinates. Fresh crimson blood splattered on the walls and ground.

The one who Nishiki tried to save was the worst sight to be seen. The man's body slumped over to the ground. His head was beaten so many times to the point where the inside of the man's head was fully exposed. Bits of his skull scattered and missing, and blood fully seeped into his dress shirt. The last remains of his brain caved into his obliterated skull. He wasn't recognizable at all.

Being in the Yakuza meant he had to have a strong stomach, but this was too much for him. The sight made him feel lightheaded and nauseous the longer he stared at the corpses. His eyes force on Majima to prevent his symptoms from worsening.

"Majima?" He takes a few steps forward towards Majima who hasn't moved. Nishiki then steps in front of Majima, placing both hands on his shoulders. The color of Majima's skin drained and his eyes were in fear. "We should keep moving." He speaks again.

The feeling of Nishiki's cold hands lying on made him snap out of the trance. "Yer right." He rubs his good eye and exits the back alley.

The two of them shortly made it to Majima's office. The layout was much nicer looking compared to Nishiki's. Then again, he was only starting.

Nishiki briefly explored the small office lobby. The warm yellow lights gave it an atmospheric feeling of the Serena bar. A few couches neatly backed against the wall with a couple of plants to give a home feeling.

"It ain't much, but I'm upgrading in the future. If I'm gonna make it big, I should start expanding." Majima locks the front door behind him. Up the stairs and down the hallway was his office. Nishiki follows closely behind Majima.

The office was unusually quiet tonight. No sound of conversation was heard anywhere. "I thought your men would be looking after the office while you were gone."

"Well, it was one of those nights where I was feelin' nice to let them go home early." Majima's voice trails off. After what happened tonight, he regrets letting his men leave early.

Majima allows Nishiki to walk into the office first. "Make yerself comfortable. We're staying in for the rest of the night."

Nishiki sits down in one of the chairs examining the lack of decor in the office; only several chairs with a couple of coffee tables in between, a desk in front, and a few dull paintings hanging on the walls.

Majima walks up to the alcohol cabinet and takes out one of the several bottles. "Want me to make yerself one?" He offers.

Nishiki was feeling the sharp pain lingering in his head from too much alcohol from earlier. He couldn't handle another glass if he wanted to. "I had a few drinks earlier." He politely declines.

Majima pours himself one to the near top. He carefully walks over to sit across from Nishiki. A loud and long sigh escapes from Majima. "What a night." He downs the whole glass.

"So, was tonight the first time you saw him?" Majima asks.

He nods. "I don't know what to say about all of this. Do you think we should take this to the police?"

"To hear something like we saw, they'll think we're crazy."

Nishiki leans forward. "But your men."

"My dead men are in the hands of the police now." Anger rises in Majima's voice. He quickly catches his tone and leans back in the chair before speaking again. "I'm sure it'll be all over the news in the morning. For me, I'm gonna find a way to knock some sense in him. Even if it means beatin' the lights outta him."

Nishiki awkwardly leans back into the chair. "Did you happen to notice a carving on him?"

Majima hums to himself and ponders. "I do recall seeing it, but I couldn't tell what it exactly was. The carving looked sloppy for me to know who did it."

"Do you know what he wants?"

"I ain't got a clue. When my boys and I ran into him, he looked completely out of it. It looked like something you'd see out of a horror movie." Majima zones out. "One of my men saved me from being choked to death. I couldn't do anything to save them, if I did, I would have been dead along with them. Whatever kind of person he was three years ago is no longer him."

"Do you think he may have gone to the hole?"

"Considerin' my time in that shithole, I wouldn't think they would do something three times as bad, and then send him out in the streets looking like that."

"I think we should let Chairman Sera know about this."

"It will help resolve issue faster than the police will. And I'm sure it'll be safe to leave in the morning. I don't think a half-mutilated shirtless man will be walking around in broad daylight."

"You're right."

"Well..." Majima stands up. "I'm gonna go make sure the doors and windows are locked up. Get some shut-eye."

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Heavy raindrops hitting the windows following loud thunder awoke Nishiki from his sleep. He shifts uncomfortably to sit up from the floor. The clock on the wall read past three in the morning. He looks over at Majima sounding asleep with his back facing him.

"Majima?" He whispers.

He doesn't move, but a small snore could be heard from him.

Another burst of thunder startles Nishiki. He wasn't a fan of thunder and lighting, and there was no way he was going to be able to fall back asleep. It wouldn't hurt to walk around for a bit.

Nishiki stands up from the floor and quietly walks to the door. He turns his head to look at Majima still sounding asleep.

He unlocks the door and leaves.

The lightning strikes briefly light up the long dark hallway. Nishiki's dress shoes made a small echo with each step. He looks out the window to see the storm picking up. The harsh raindrops and wind made the outside hard to see. Only a few city lights could be seen dimly lit. The raindrops hitting the window were the only sound that helped with the eerie silence of Majima's office.

Upon going downstairs, sounds of shuffling could be heard. With the incident leaving Nishiki traumatized, he wasn't sure if it would be wise to investigate.

But perhaps it was his mind messing with him. The wind must have picked something up causing him to react so timidly. It wouldn't hurt to check what the noise was. Maybe it was better to know what it was rather than letting your imagination decide what it could be. Checking it out will alleviate the anxiety that was gnawing at Nishiki's heart and mind.

He cautiously takes small and quiet steps toward the noise that startled him. The noise led him to the lobby. He checks the front door and windows. Both were locked. He feels relieved.

As he returns walking back upstairs a cold wind brushes the side of his face. Nishiki quickly snaps his head around the room. He remains still as his eyes dart around the dark lobby. Then he sees it in the distance.

Nishiki's heart sank as he began approaching the back door of the office. The doorknob was kicked off and cracked open.

It felt as if his heart sank to the pit of his stomach. "Majima!" He shouts and then the feeling of someone's hand reaching for his neck forces his body up against the wall.

Large fingers pressed into his neck making him unable to speak. Both of Nishiki's hands wrap around the person's wrist to try to push the hand away. Lightning illuminated the lobby for a couple of seconds to reveal Kiryu. The rain had washed away the blood and dirt on his body. The veins in his eyes were a crimson color with bags underneath. His face was filled with pure rage.

Nishiki's eyes widen and panics as he tries to push him with everything he has.

"P-Please...don't." Nishiki chokes out. Black dots began to cloud Nishiki's eyes followed by blurred vision. He starts to wheeze as he takes in his few final breaths.

Then a thud was heard. The grasp on Nishiki's neck quickly releases making him fall onto the ground. He takes a few seconds to recover and upon looking up, he sees Majima who seemed to have hit Kiryu with the butt of his tanto.

Kiryu was on his knees leaning on the ground and crying out in pain.

Majima quickly helps Nishiki up off the floor. "Leave now!" He shouts. "I'll buy you time."

Nishiki was struggling to regain consciousness. "Wha'...about you?"

"Forget about me. You must let the Chairman know." Majima helps him to the door to escape.

"I'll hold him off for as long as I can." Majima feels a hand forcing him to land on the floor. His tanto was thrown out of his hand. He watches Nishiki standing at the door. Majima could tell he wanted to help. "Go damn it!" He shouts.

Nishiki obeys and bolts outside in the storm.

Kiryu hardly had the opportunity to chase after him when he felt Majima grab onto his leg making him trip and fall.

Majima quickly stands up. "You ain't goin' nowhere, fucker." He snarls.

Kiryu stands up. His height was slightly towering over Majima. His hand reaches his temple where the weapon collided. He winces as the spot begins to swell and blood covers his fingertips when his hand returns to examine the injury. He had a feeling he wouldn't make it to sunrise, but he knew his sacrifice would allow Nishiki to tell what happened.

"Yer gonna pay for what you did to my men."

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Nishiki's soaked clothes made it uncomfortable for him to run. The fall weather mixed with heavy rain made him freeze. He was only able to run down a couple of streets before he had to catch his breath after running and almost being choked to death. He hid in one of the alleys. He didn't notice where he was at. Nishiki ran as far as he could with whatever energy he had. He couldn't take refuge in a convenience store. It would be risky. But where could he go? The Serena bar was closed, but if it were opened, he wouldn't dare to put Reina's life in danger. He couldn't hide in his home either. Kiryu knew where he lived. The Tojo clan headquarters was far, but it would draw too much attention if Kiryu were to somehow catch up to him. The last thing he wanted was to get pedestrians involved. However, there was one person nearby who could help.

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Honey, I Shrunk The Yakuza!!: Kazumaji Crack Fic

Here's my second fic ever written! What was a goofy idea evolved into a whole dang fic with the boys in quite the situation. Enjoy!