#majima goro fics

[yakuza4you]

ustulation; a burning lust 𖥔 ݁ ˖

彡 : ̗̀➛ content tags/warnings: MENTION OF CHEATING!! majority smut, on the border of cnc, mirror sex, breeding kink, use of makeup in a sexual way, spanking, hint of bdsm, dacryphilla, perverted behavior, throat fucking, creampie, might've missed one or two? lmk

彡 : ̗̀➛ characters: kiryu kazuma (vague mentions), majima goro

彡 : ̗̀➛ relationship: majima goro x reader

彡 : ̗̀➛ a/n: sorry if i misinterpreted majimas accent!! also, i don't write this every time, but when I say something about "majimas eyes ___" I mean his eye and his eyepatch I just don't want to have to mention that every time.. 😭 I changed the plot mid writing so if it seems patchy, that's whyyy!! anyways, enjoyaa

While smearing the lip stick applicator across my lips, my phone buzzes next to me. Taking only one quick glance at it, a message notification pops up shortly after the buzz. The notification covers the background consisting of me and my boyfriend; Majima Goro.

My stomach twinges seeing the background. I knew I shouldn't have agreed to this hangout.

- decided to leave early, wanted to grab the food beforehand, we will be waiting for you to get here at 7:00 tho like we agreed, dw

Quickly rushing to respond to the group chat, I drop my lipstick gently as possible before typing on my cellphone,

- okay, ill be on time, i swear haha

My friends had planned out a hangout, considering how long it had been since the last one. Also, considering how late I was last time, I gave myself 2½ hours this time around to get ready. Not saying they were upset at me for being late, but a little annoyed.

Finishing up my makeup with the last layer of lipstick, I click the cap back on and shuffle it into one of the drawers of my vanity dresser. I give myself a look of approval in the mirror, making faces at myself in admiration.

"Whatcha doing, pretty?" His sudden appearance causes me to snap out of my own trance, his hands wrapping around my waist and a warmth cradling my backside closely.

While he waits for a response, Majima also takes a look at my face. Bringing two fingers up to my lips, he smears them across my bottom lip. I contest by trying to pry them off, groaning at him, making a mess out of my freshly applied makeup.

"Just getting ready for the night out that my friends planned." I moan annoyed, pulling the lipstick out of my drawer again. Continuing to look at myself, I could feel his eyes glare over the dress I had planned to wear for the night. Majimas hands inching further down, examining the tight fabric.

"Ya tryna get attention that's not from me tonight?" His tone is strained, voice leaking of jealousy. I gasp from the sudden intrusion of his fingers, finding way through the designed holes at the sides of my dress before snapping them back out of the holes.

"Majima, stop being annoying. I only have 30 minutes until I have to go." I try to remove his hands off of my hips, but they dont budge. "Aren't you meeting with Kiryu soon anyway?" My tone drops, my head lowering into my chest as my boyfriend presses more into me. Not like Kiryu was going to be there anyway.

"Naw, I couldn't give a shit." His lips meet my neck, lips slightly chapped as the sharp edges of his lips bring slight discomfort with each kiss.

Trying to resist him, I attempt to push him away but to avail. I know I want this. I just can't disappoint my friends again.

My face is forcefully turnt to the side, my lips evaded by his own. The deep red pigmentation from my lips transfers to his through the kiss.

"Ya really tryna say no to yer boyfriend, hm?" Majima mutters in between kisses, his lips softening from his own saliva. His gloved hands travel down my thighs and up into the dress. He pushes my pelvis flush against the dresser with his from behind, one of his hands leaving from under the fabric and to my chin.

"That's it, princess." Hearing another ping from my phone, I flip it over without looking and begin to bask in his touch. My lace panties are exposed as he rolls up my dress over my ass.

"No fucking way ya were leaving the house with my favorite pair on?" Majima laughs, groping at my ass. He gets a kick outta this, delivering a smack to my flesh.

"Fuck, I'm sorry." I whine out, the sting lingering right after contact. I grip the dresser beneath me, my face clenching up from the pain.

"Naughty, naughty, naughty girl. Sorry what?" Another smack hits my ass, doesn't help that he's still wearing his gloves too.

"'m sorry, Goro. Won't happen again." Nothing but a weak whimper leaves my lips, slightly incoherent from the pain. My demonear changing within a second just from his few actions.

Desperately, I try pleading with him, "Please, please, please." Not even knowing what I'm begging for anymore.

My eyes meet Majimas deep brown ones in the mirror, his head buried into the crook of my neck. Soft grunts slip between his lips, his hands exploring every inch of my body.

One by one, the straps of my dress are pulled off my shoulders. As only my boobs hold it up, his eyes watch in the mirror. A hardness forming up against my ass, Majima moaning at the perverted sight alone.

The way the leather fabric rubbed against my skin, the way his caressed up and down my shoulders, peeling the dressing slowly down. I'm left in only my black lace bra & pantie matching set; his favorite to see me wear, but it wasn't for him tonight.

"Who were ya wearing these for, hm?" This time, Majima talks to me as if I were an enemy. His voice dripping of that blood thirsty seriousness. My eyes glue onto his, not able to look away as if he's killing me with just his eyes alone through the mirror.

I shake my head 'No' as a response, my throat too tight to speak correctly. The sound of leather hits the ground, his jacket.

Next, the sound of his belt clicks. Pulling it through the loops with one hand before tossing it as well. "Get on ya knees and face me, sweets."

Immediately, I do as he says by uncomfortably shifting to face him and groaning, my knees painfully hitting the hard floors. I palm at the tent in his pants, asking for forgiveness, assuming that he had caught on.

"Who? Better to be honest with me now, cause I already know." As soon as I hear those words, my heart drops to my ass, my movement slowing. Avoiding eye contact from him, goosebumps cover my now pale skin. "I'm gunna fuck you until I get ya to say it yourself." My cheek is greeted with a burning sensation, in result of a slap to it.

Taking my hands into his, I'm guided through the action of unbuttoning his pants, sliding them down. Majima wearing nothing underneath the pants. Scooping his dick into his fist, beginning to pump it on my lips. Barely kissing the tip with each stroke.

"Apply some of that expensive lipstick of yers again. Mark me up, I wanna see red pigmentation mixed into yer slobber by the time 'm done fucking yer throat." Already swiping the tube off my dresser, tossing it into my hands. I paint another fresh layer onto my mouth, sobbing at the situation I got myself into. Tossing it away from me, I slowly meet his eyes again, pursuing my lips together in a pouting manner.

Holding myself up hy his thighs, I obediently grab onto the base of his cock, placing a wet kiss to it. Looking at my artwork left behind as I pulled away. Hesitantly, I carefully wrap my lips around his girth, earning myself a moan of approval above me. Fuck, he's so thick. My mouth fills surprisingly quickly.

Majima follows my lips with his eyes, pleasingly enjoying how well the lipstick stains his dick. His head rolls back from the sight, the reaction causing him to twitch in my mouth. I swallow more of him down my throat, his pubic hair tickling my nose now. Struggling for air, every time I breathe through my nose, my throat tightens around him.

Resisting the urge to gag, water builds up in the corner of my eyes, picking up any eyeliner I applied earlier. Majima grabs fistfuls of my hair, starting to thrust into my soft mouth as if it were his own pocket pussy.

Using my struggle to breathe to his advantage, he purposefully goes deeper into my throat so I involuntarily breathe in. My eyes begin to blur from the strain; the first tear accompanied by many more to come, falling down my reddened cheek and rolling off of my puffy lips.

"This isn't a punishment, baby. I jus' wanna make sure ya know that I won't let my pretty girl slut 'erself around and get away with it." The sting of his words causes my eyes to flood with tears. I begin to have waterworks, feeling bad for myself, for even thinking I was even going to be dishonest to my boyfriend tonight.

Majima pets my head, mocking my own face by pouting himself. Spit bubbles leak out of the corners of my mouth, my lipstick practically gone and now all over his cock. His face contorts over the pain I'm in, coercing him over the edge.

He jerks forward, both of my air ways covered by him fucking my throat and his pubic hair up against my nose. Majima gasps, squeezing his eyes shut as his warm cum coats the back of my mouth.

Already knowing what he wants, I force myself to swallow it all down. His cum a salty savory flavor that attacks my taste buds as it goes down smoothly. A ring of red pigmentation builds up around the base of his cock, where my lips are resting.

As I feel his hands loosen its grip in my hair, his dick leaves my mouth in one swift pull out. Majima rubs himself, dropping any remaining cum off onto my face. His dick is left a glistening mess, stained rings of a washed red color decorating it.

"I'm not done with ya, pretty girl." He pants, one of his hands cupping my cheek as he squeezes it. Aggressively, I'm pulled off of my feet and put in the same position as I started in; facing the mirror with my pelvis pressed firmly against the vanity dresser.

I feel Majimas dick hard against my ass, pushing into the plush flesh. The way he hovers slightly over me, the height difference prominent. Oh my god. While trying to hide my embarrassed face, I forget about the mirror in front of me, allowing Majima to see every movement of my front side.

"Look at me, sweets." He speaks into the reflection, searching for my eyes within it. Getting the encourage to look up, he catches me off guard, holding my face into the mirror. My mouth gets no rest, now sucking onto his two fingers. The leather taste heavy on my tongue.

As he has me distracted, my panties are pulled down my legs eagerly. His dick teases my sobbing cunt before pushing himself inside. While mumbling random pleas incoherently, his pace begins with a quick snap of his hips. He continues to hold my face straight, watching my face react to his brutal pace.

"Look at how I make ya feel, pretty. How could ya forget to the extent ya'd wanna go out with somebody else?" He snickers, giving my ass a rough smack, not bothering to soothe it afterward. I cry out, accidentally biting down onto his fingers. Any attempt at speaking is muffled, I'm left completely at his disposal.

I'm slightly elevated from how tall he is, having to stand on my tippy toes in order for him to properly fuck me. Majima holds me up with his free hand by my hip easily to give him better access.

The edge of the dresser pushing into my stomach uncomfortably, adding to the overall pleasure, oddly enough. Majima continues to play with my mouth, saliva coating his glove as he shoves his fingers down my tired throat.

Every thrust from him sends a burning shock into my ass, bruises beginning to form from how much trauma it has endured in short time. My cries out please him instead of concern him, taking them as a sign to keep going.

His eyes stay locked onto mine while he claims me. As my legs begin to give out from under me, he finally gives my mouth a break in order to hold me up with all of his support. My legs involuntarily kick up, my body being held up by just him now.

"I'm so... close, Majima." I manage to speak coherently, warning him that I'm about to cum. His pace grows uncoordinated and untamed. The way his face buries itself into the crook of my neck, his grip on my hips tightening. He is too.

"Gonna fill ya up. Don't care if ya want it or not." He sighs out into my skin, creating a moist patch on my neck. My eyes sting from how much I've cried, my face flush from how badly I wanted to cum. Mind turning into mush, all I could think was about squeezing around his cock as I came.

The coil in my stomach burst, sending waves of euphoria down my body. I involuntarily froze, my cunt squeezing around my boyfriends cock. Everything become hot in a flash as my cum coated him. My orgasm didn't stop there because he didn't stop his pace.

Majima continued to chase his high, groaning from how tight I had gotten around him. Warm liquid lubricated my cunt even more, making it easier for him to easily slide in and out of me.

Spontaneously, one last thrust was given to me. This time, he held himself deep inside of me, making sure to release all of his cum inside of me. The overstimulation from already having an orgasm causes me to tremor, eyes blurring out from the extra euphoria. Majima latches onto my neck, messly kissing all over it.

Just before he finished, he pulled out of me, releasing his last few drops of cum at the entrance of my now dripping cunt. Gently letting me back down, he makes sure I have my balance before backing up to take a look at his work.

"Such a pretty pussy, all mine too." Majima bites one of his fingers, pulling his glove off before sliding it down my cunt. His finger enters me, finger fucking his cum into me to make sure it all stays in. "Ya understand now, sweets? If ya feel like ya ain't getting enough from me, just ask, baby."

Turning me around, he pulls my twisted panties from my ankles back up. Our cum mixed together pools in them, the feeling uncomfortable to adjust to. Majima examines my makeup ruined face, lightly tapping my cheek before placing a kiss on my lips.

Still feeling some guilt, I try to make light of the situation, "Since I'm almost an hour late now, I guess I couldn't go anyways." I laugh it off, wiping partially dried tears off of my eyes. He takes the time to button his pants up before giving me a smug laugh.

He grabs my makeup wipes and telling me to hold still before helping me clean my face. I grab his wrist, leaning into his touch as I hold eye contact with him the whole time. Never again am I pulling a dumb stunt like that again.

"But, really? Kiryu? Ya could've picked any other better option. I don't even think I'm mad. He's that bad of one." Majima snarkly comments on my choices, trying not to rub too much alcohol into the wound. A long night of talking was ahead of us.

...

crds to @cafekitsune for the dividers!

[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 )

[majimasleftasscheek]

yowza

ref

[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;

[sarcasticbeanie]

From @majimemegoro ’s fic, Livin in the Future.

I’m gnawing at every chapter,,,, and this interaction stuck with me.

[hontobakane]

too fucking soft

I can't believe Majima calls Kiryu 'soft' when the guy is the most insensitive mf ever.

No but honestly, I have no idea how Kiryu can go up on that roof and babble about Majima being free and getting to let loose, so convinced that fighting is the only thing Majima cares about?? Does he ever look at him? Listen to him?

And Majima is just like 'ugh this mf is so dense' so he plays along but looks absolutely tortured.

Like, Majima straight up tells Kiryu he's going to really miss him, and what is Kiryu's reply????

"Take care of Daigo for me."

Bro, what???

[madamemachikonew]

Happy 60th birthday babygirl.

[violentlydefending]

fanart for @deadsouls-is-canon and her VERY fun and delightful fic, kiryu everywhere!!

[queencardigan]

i'd live for you, and that's hard to do

Fandom: Yakuza (Video Games)

Rating: T

No Archive Warnings Apply, Kiryu Kazuma/Majima Goro, Sawamura Haruka, Nishida (Yakuza), Rina (Yakuza), Ryuu ga Gotoku | Yakuza 1 (Video Game), Majima Saga, Genderfluid Character, canon-typical emotional incompetence, Pining

Words: 31,554

“I never knew you were such a romantic, nii-san.” Something twinges in Kiryu's chest; maybe he’s pulled a muscle. “Next time I kick your ass, maybe I’ll bring flowers.”

“Nah, don’t bother.” Majima huffs out smoke and stares up at the moldy ceiling. He sounds bored of the joke already. “I got allergies anyway.”

It’s funny to think of Majima, who bulled through being stabbed and shot and drowned by sheer force of personality, being brought low by hay fever. Kiryu’s chest twinges again. He should microwave a bag of rice to put on that when he gets home.

[yakuza4you]

collecting what he's owed 𖥔 ݁ ˖

彡 : ̗̀➛ content tags/warnings: dead dove do not eat, majima is a creep, plot develops the more you read, drugged noncon, smut obv, exhibitionism, dry humping, glove as a gag, corruption, spit as lube, asphyxiation, bdsm, power difference, dacryphilla, squirting, biting, tad bit of spoilers from the majima saga chapters

彡 : ̗̀➛ characters: majima goro, terada, uematsu, other tojo clan ppl, random off-screen men mentioned later on

彡 : ̗̀➛ relationship: majima goro x reader

彡 : ̗̀➛ word count: 3.5k

The distinctive sound of a familiar voice rang in my ears, a melodic hum singing a tune as the office doors swung open. Majima held a cocky attitude, strutting into the room with his body swaying with each step. Every officer and patriarch eyeballed his strange arrival, a few whispering to each other.

Confusion plastered many faces, the informally dressed man making his way to the clan captains seat. I stay planted next to Terada, questioning the bold patriarchs' actions.

The first to speak up is Uematsu, demanding answers from Majima. Uematsu earned that spot fair and squ- well, earned it his own way. So, why the hell did all the sudden Majima strut in and take his future seat?

Uematsu's rambling is cut short by a loud clap, a clap to signal his men to roll in through the door as well. All of the patriarchs have different looks on their faces. Some are still confused, trying to process this whole situation. Some angry, already vomiting up degrading accusations, while others are completely silent.

A wheelbarrow is pulled in, money spilling out of the openings. The men pushing and pulling it in panting from the heaviness alone. Their faces strained with agony, especially the one in the front.

"I heard the next clan captain was gon' be determined by revenue collected. And in that case, I guess it's gon' be me, ya?" Majima chuckles, his laugh exploding into the room as he plops down into the chair, getting too comfortable in it.

Eyeballing Terada, eyeballing any of the other patriarchs in the room, none give me a look of desperation back. I try not to look at Majima, settling with the ground instead. The tension in the room alone can be felt from miles away. "I think this matter can be discussed in our next meeting." Terada clears his throat, attempting to dismiss the room effectively.

"N'uh, I believe ya owe me for this shit. Hell, it's rare for me to even be able to get my hands on this much money." Involuntarily, my eyes glare up, accidentally meeting his one good eye. I can feel his eye pierce into mine, quickly shifting them off of his to try not to get any unwanted attention.

Majima The Mad Dog of Shimano snarls his teeth at me before averting his burning glaze away, "Why is she even at this meetin'?" The man speaks, in a way as if he had all the authority within the room. Expecting quick answers, tapping his heels against the ground. He's visibly uncomfortable, constantly shifting in the clan captains chair.

An outbreak of protests echoed into the room, Majima frowning with annoyance in response. His irrelevant question was ignored reasonably.

"Slience!" Terada swiftly yells, regaining control of the room. "As the chairman, I am postponing this matter for later." He's adamant. Firm with his words. Every man in the room remembering whose really in control, focusing their attention on Terada.

I've always looked up to Majima ever since I got involved with the Tojo Clan. However, that doesn't mean he doesn't intimidate me. Being Teradas' right-hand man woman meant that I had to sometimes talk or work with Majima when it came to bigger things than just his own family. After a short break of quiet, Majima adds to Teradas' demands. "Right. I don't want the position anymore anyway. The girl'll do fine."

The topic of me is brought up again to the whole room. My train of thought is erased by Majimas' proposition.

"Come here, doll." The sound of his leather glove colliding onto his leather pants makes a snapping noise, adamant that I listen. I exchange concerned looks with Terada, questioning if I should actually do it. He gives me an unclear answer, so I follow Majimas' command and abide by our differences in ranks.

I'm hesitant, taking my time to walk over towards him. Once I get there, I face him dumbly as if I'm unaware of what he wants. Looking back at Terada, I try to plead with him one last time. My face stays focused onto Terada as I shift my body and lean my body onto Majimas thigh.

"What ya being shy for?" My weight is soon pulled fully on top of him, his hands on my hips to stabilize me. "Pretty lil' thang, ain'cha?" The promixity between our two faces close in, and in which I try to keep my distance. Any attempt to move back from him fails due to the grip he has on me.

"Majima-han, please, this really isn't necessary." I whine, pulling at his arms that are now fully wrapped around my waist. He watches me struggle for a good while before Terada finally cuts his act short.

"Enough, Majima. This room is to be dismissed immediately." For the third time attempting to empty the room, everyone finally takes their leave. Majima lets me go and run off while he shortly follows on after me. Teradas eyes glare him down as he watches Majima disappear into the hallway.

-

Fixing my knee-high skirt, I rough out any bumps and creases to make sure I continue to present myself in a modest way. Ever since the incident in the meeting room, I've been catching Majima always in the same place as me, coincidentally. The whole time I've worked with him, I keep things strictly professional as told to do so. However, the sudden change in his behavior disobeys that.

While getting ready to go home from the Tojo Clan HQ, I noticed something off about my car. I quickly ran over to inspect it, checking for any damage or issues. A flat tire. But not just any kind of tire, a slashed tire. As I run my fingers over it, thinking of how much it'll cost to fix it, Majima appears behind me.

"Ya car got somethin' wrong with it, hm?" he peers over my shoulder, checking out the work of his own. I groan with digust, trying to keep my focus on my tire and ignore him. "I was jus' about to call a cab, ya could catch a ride with me, doll." His hand rests on my shoulder, giving it a squeeze.

"No, Majima. I'd rather walk." Rejecting him, I pull away from him and start walking as I prepare to call a car shop.

A cab pulls up, one that Majima had called. "It'd be rude if ya said no now, already told the driver they'd be getting paid for two." His smug smile plasters his face, opening the door for me in anticipation. With hesitation, I follow along with him and get inside the cab as he gets in next to me from the other side.

Majima pats the driver's seat, indicating that he's ready to get going. I'm practically hugging the window at this point, keeping plenty of distance between me and him. His manspread reaches out into the middle seat, almost into mine.

"I thought ya had respect for me, not very respectful to be avoiding me, doll." He spats out, getting subtly close enough to caress my thigh with his gloved hand. Getting more towards the middle seat, he shifts my legs to lay on top of his thighs. I try setting my protests aside, too scared of what he'd do if I did so. His position being much higher than mine keeps me quiet, allowing him to have his way with me.

My skirt is rolled up, giving his hand room to pervertedly inch up my thigh. I wrap my arm around his neck to hold myself up to prevent my head from bumping into the window due to the awkward position he has me sat in. "Majima-han, we're gonna get kicked out of the cab if this continues..." I mumbled, trying not to sound like I was demanding him to stop.

"The driver ain't nothin' to worry about, girl." I automatically get the hint from him. He paid the driver to shut up and just drive. There are no rules during this cab ride, which makes my heart drop. The way Majima abuses his authority sends shivers down my spine. Why did Terada have to turn down Majima becoming Captain? Now I'm the makeup reward for all that money.

I feel Majima pull the rest of my body onto him, now sitting sideways on his lap. I place a hand onto his chest, praying that the ride ends soon. His hand under my skirt gets closer to my panties, a big smirk plastering his face yet again. "Lighten up a bit, ya should be honored to be getting this kinda treatment from me." He speaks into my neck, placing light pecks to the sensitive flesh. I slowly try to convince myself that this could be worse, forcing myself to accept it.

His thigh starts to bounce, trying to use levity in a situation like this. Or was it to get me to hang onto him more and get closer to him so I don't fall off of his lap? Who knows which one it is when it comes to Majima.

As soon as his fingers glaze my panties, the driver comes to an abrupt stop. "This is it, Majima-sama." The driver nervously spoke, tapping on the steering wheel with their hand.

The cab door pushed open, Majima getting out first before pulling me out as well. He gets a good grip on my wrist before swiftly jogging away from the cab, not paying the driver.

"W-wait! You forgot to pay me," the driver shouts, bummed out that they fell for his trick.

I look around my surroundings when I get a chance, realizing that we are at his construction site. He guides me through the secret entrance before running down the stairs to the hidden palace below. "Wow, it's pretty down here," I say, trying to change the subject away from... the original one of why I'm even with him.

"Jus' down this long path is my office, doll. All I want is a drink with you. Considering that you're what I get from all that revenue I collected, hm?" He questions, placing his hands on my hips as we meet eye to eye. I don't answer him. I simply pull my eyes off of him and to the ground.

Before I knew it, the large decorated doors closed behind me as well as Majima. The office was empty. The only thing in it was a large fish tank behind a desk and some support pillars to the sides of the office. I swear there was even an echo accompanied by any sound made in it.

As I took a closer look at the desk, I saw a few control panels. My curiosity getting the best of me, I go to press a button on it. Right before I managed to, both of my hands were pressed down into the table with just one of his own. Majimas chest meeting with my back as he pins me to the desk.

The warmth of his voice hits the back of my ear, the close proximity causing goosebumps to form up my arms. "I got you a drink, ya'know to ease you up, pretty."

"Majima..." I whine out, trying to shift out of his hold but to no avail. A comforting shushing sound from him quiets me up as his other hand offers my lips the glass full of a sultry light brown liquid in it. Shakily, I wrap my lips around the rim of the glass. Tilting my head back, he dumps all the glass empty into my mouth. A strong taste attacks my tongue, causing me to struggle to swallow it.

I'm not a big drinker, but I could tell there was something off putting to the taste. It was not normal. A tear falls down my face as it runs down my throat, burning anything in its path. I naturally gag, yet still managing to keep it down. Majima sets the glass down, caressing my forearm as a way of praise.

"Atta girl." He verbally praises alongside the touch. My head is turnt towards his face from behind me, his tongue licking my burning lips clean from any liquor that had escaped through.

Oddly enough, the one glass of liquor hits me like a bag of bricks within only minutes. I'm woosy, and the only thing keeping me awake is the feeling of Majima grinding up against me as his gloved hands roam under my blouse. Any movement I make is weakened, my eyesight failing on me. The last thing I hear before blacking out is Majima chuckling to himself before catching me mid fall.

-

My vision starts to fade back, and with each blink, I gain more back. I'm greeted with a soft plush pillow behind my neck and the sensation of my legs being messed with. Not knowing what the feeling exactly was, I tried to shift my body up to be able to tell. However, it came to my realization that my legs were hoisted up onto a familiar faces' shoulders.

Any sound I had attempted to make was quickly muffled by his own glove in my mouth. Instinctively, I go to remove it out of my mouth, but my hands are slapped down to the sides of my head. I peer my eyes over him, watching him kiss at my ankle, his thumb rubbing at my ankle as well. I take notice that his jacket isn't on him anymore, his pants being his only article of clothing on him besides the other glove.

Making sure I keep my hands down, Majimas hands find their place back at my hips, pushing them against his pelvis. While I was passed out, my skirt was removed, leaving me in just my panties. I'm laid out for Majima on full display. Every time I struggled, it only fueled him on more. He made sure I would struggle with the way he grinds against my clothed sex. I could've swore he had us in one of those fancy rooms we had passed on the way to the office as we had an audience.

Something about the way he looked made my desire for him awaken. His always maintained hair, now tossled and messy, his face as pretty as ever. I know this shouldn't be happening, though. Never should two colleagues be involved like this. Is that why he drugged me? He knew I'd never actually say yes to this willingly. How long has he felt this way for me? Did he use what happened in the meeting earlier today as an excuse?

All of the confusion turns into stress. Light tears begin to roll down my face as he sees this right away and begins to coo at me.

"Aww, what's wrong? No need to cry, doll. I'll make sure to take good care o' ya." My tears are kissed by Majima then wiped by his thumbs. He gets a hold of my cheeks, pouting at me in mockery of my own face. The glove in my mouth soaking up all of the waterworks coming from my mouth, growing an even darker black than what the glove originally was. Him realizing this, he pulls it out, saliva strings snapping off of the glove as he tosses it to the side in disgust.

In relief, I breathed out quiet moans and pants to recover from the little air restriction that gave me. Giving me little time to catch my breath, my body jerks up into an arch from his subtle touch on my clothed clit.

"Really? That's all it takes? So pathetic..." Majima laughs at my reaction, talking to me as if I'm another one of his enemies. My mind as scrambled as it is, I involuntarily grab as his wrist. "Move your hands." A demand. Before he took action himself and swatted them away, I kept his hand still as I rocked my hips against his fingers. Turning my head to the side, I grip the pillow and shove my face into that as I begin to lose myself.

Majima gets a kick out of my desperation, and so does the male audience watching from outside the room. Some of them even fondling themselves through their own pants. Majima rips my blouse open before sliding one of his hands up my bra. He gives my breast a squeeze before pressing his thumb into my nipple. While lost within my own pleasure, I failed to notice that Majima had replaced his hand with his rock-hard dick. Now, rubbing himself off on my panties.

I plead for him now rather than wanting him off of me. I don't know what's gotten into me. But I need this, I need him. My cunt aches for him, more than just friction. Majima himself was a melting mess, trying to keep himself together but failing to do so. Impatiently, my panties are pulled to the side. Majima covers his hand in his own spit before rubbing it into my cunt as lubricate.

As I realize this is really happening, I try backing out like I even had a choice from the beginning, but it's too late. He had leaned forward, locking my legs over his shoulder and bending my body. I tap on his forearms that are wrapped around my thighs to hold them steady. His sweaty physique uncomfortably pins my body down as he teases my entrance with his leaking dick.

The way our slicks combine together into a sticky one, every glide of his dick giving off a lewd pornographic sound. Finally, he lines himself up before guiding himself in. With the position he has me in, he's deep inside of me, and it already hurts. This is the first time I'm taking him.

"It hurts, please stop... Majima..." Of course, he pays me no mind. Clearly, he feels good, and that's all that matters to him. Majimas mouth is agape, his hair falling into his face as he starts to push himself deeper before pulling himself out and repeating that movement. The way he stretches me out burns, causing me to claw at his arms to try to get him to stop. Again, the more I struggle, the more he gets off to it.

What I didn't expect from him was retaliation. My neck is greeted by his one gloved palm and given a rough enough squeeze to the point that my airways were almost completely blocked off. He'd give me second breaks to catch my breath before tightening his grip again. Those tears from earlier had broken out again, but this time, my cries were louder. Which made him take his other hand and cover my mouth. I bite down onto his palm, drawing blood from how hard I bit down.

"Ya're something, huh?" He moans from the painful sensation. I only fuel him on more with the way he begins to piston into me powerfully. Lifting my head, I watch as his dick appears out my cunt before slamming back into it, causing my head to fall back and roll into the pillow. To my surprise, I started getting off to his fucking. I slowly felt my body grow warm, building up an orgasm in my stomach. Every thrust from him was brutal. No mercy was shown.

At one point, I thought I'd pass out from all of the sensations at once, but he kept me awake by removing his hand from my neck and using it to instead rub unto my clit, which did not help relieve the overstimulation I was experiencing. Being pushed over the edge, I feel myself convulse, squeezing my hips around him as I intensely cum around his dick. His reaction to it is different, because I didn't just cum. I'm absolutely mortified to realize that I had squirted all over his torso. His face isn't an unpleasant one, just one of surprise.

"Somebody got a lil' too excited" He shames me in a teasing way, delivering light slaps to my clit before slowly continuing his pace. His face uncomfortably clenches up with each thrust, his own orgasm threatening.

He leans over to my ear, biting on the outer shell before slurring, "'m gon' paint you with my cum, pretty." With one last roll of his hips, he pulls out, rubbing himself off before ropes of his cum plaster my chest. I feel as if he's louder than me, moaning for everyone to hear as he finishes. Sweat drops falling from his forehead. Majima gives my cheek a slap before shoving his thumb in between my lips. I taste the sultry left over cum on his hand, dumbly sucking on it.

Majima collapses onto me, whispering concerning things that I can not process at the moment. However, I do know that this wasn't a one-time thing, I'm his now. Whether I like it or not.

crds to @cafekitsune for the dividers

[zzkassfrzz]

[majimasleftasscheek]

incubus Majima 💖

[goth-automaton]

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

Write and post a oneshot, of course!

Smacznego! 💜

[tatteredgod]

Drabble Challenge Day 8 - Prompt: nickname

A/N: For @thedrabblecollective. Majima meets kid!Daigo AU. 100 word limit. Takes place before Y0.

Prompt: #8 nickname Fandom: Yakuza/Like a Dragon Characters: Majima, Daigo Rating: G Warnings: none

“Lord of the Night?” The boy smiled. “Dumb nickname.”

“It wasn’t my idea…brat.” Majima flexed his bat. “Now stop yappin’. You’re distracting me.” The batting cages were supposed to be his oasis, dammit. 

“It’s Daigo. Not brat.”

“Don’t care.” Majima hit a homerun. This was more like it.

“You better be nice to me,” the brat said. “I’ll be Family Patriarch one day.”

“And I’m gonna be the Grand’s top hottie.” Majima swung again.

“Daigo!” A yakuza ran up: young, short dark hair. “Found you!”

Thank god. Majima watched them leave. Daigo waved at him. He found himself waving back.

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Read others in this AU here: drabble challenge masterlist

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Tojoctober Day 24. Friend

A moment from @helioshellion 's "Phantasmagoria" that i imagined so vividly when reading for the first time. Definitely check it out, it's so freaking cool

[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.