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gladoswantscake · 1 month

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Burnout - Goro Majima x Reader

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

Warnings: Some spoilers from Kiwami 2

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

Available on AO3

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

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

He smiled. He could finally relax.

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

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

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

"Whatcha' making?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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.

#im so eepy #may be some typing errors #its late and i wanted to get this out #yakuza #yakuza kiwami 2 #yakuza oneshots #yakuza x reader #goro majima #goro majima x reader #majima goro #majima goro x reader #my creations

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teenontheinternet · 10 months

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Never let these games die, what else should be added to this?

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komishko · 4 months

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Don't ask me why Niko's in the Japanese mafia now. (Oneshot X Yakuza series crossover)

(i really should play at least 1 yakuza game, seems like a fun time)

#komishko's arts and crafts #art #digital art #fanart #oneshot game #oneshot niko #yakuza #kazuma kiryu #crossover

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airbendertendou · 1 year

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I MISS THE WAY YOU SAY MY NAME! [the way you bend ; the way you break] ♡ murayama yoshiki

synopsis ; running into your ex seems to set off a chain of events — ones he could have prevented.

cw : darker content than usual! kidnapping [not by yama] , yakuza boss!murayama , manipulation , mind-break , probably not as good as you're hoping </3 , exes to lovers if you squint

dedicated to @straysugzhpe happiest of birthdays, bestie! ♡ released this later than i wanted to but i digress <3

song inspo ; the death of peace of mind by bad omens

if you have a blank blog [no bio, no user, no header or profile pic, nothing reblogged, etc] do not interact with my content. you will be blocked.

The streets of SWORD weren’t new to you. They were where you grew up ; where you met your first love and he broke your heart. Not purposely, you think ; he told you long distance wouldn’t work, wouldn’t keep you as connected as he needed to be.

Your friends told you it was a bad relationship anyways ; a toxic, nasty thing you were lucky didn’t fester into more. But, you didn’t believe that. Sure, he was protective and always made sure to have one hand holding you at all times. He was never afraid to get bloody hands and bruised knuckles just for you. It was innocent — sweet and reassuring to your pre-adolescent mind.

Letting out a sigh, you twist and turn in the mirror. The outfit you’d chosen was snug, but still comfortable enough to move in. Taking a break from school would be fun — relaxing. At least, that’s what you tried to convince yourself of. Coming back to your hometown of SWORD would be fine — there would be a slim chance anyone you grew up with stayed, anyways.

Taking in a deep breath, you shut and lock your door, heading to the Daruma district. The Rascals district was a bit too far from your hotel for your comfort, so you stayed close by. The bass in the club was booming when you arrived, nodding your head to the beat absentmindedly as you were welcomed in.

Eyes were cemented into you as soon as you stepped through the door. Sliding down your figure and focusing on the curves of your body as you drifted through the club’s crowd. You ignore the stares, moving to the bar to grab a drink to calm your nerves.

Looking around the club as the bartender made your drink, you frown. This place felt unfamiliar — new ; changed. The decor was modern ; songs playing overhead none you knew ; the people surrounding you even seemed different. Coming back to your hometown was supposed to bring fond memories to the forefront of your mind, not confusing emotions swirled with anxiety.

Something about the club seemed dangerous. A dark cloud leering over as shady glances are exchanged and people are led to a more private area. The music was too loud to start a conversation, let alone overhear anything you weren’t meant to.

You were starting to regret this — only a little bit.

As your drink is slid over, you take a hefty gulp. Only to choke when your eyes connect with a pair you knew too well. Murayama Yoshiki is staring your way, a cigarette perched between his lips as he ignores the people talking to him. When your eyes meet, he tilts his head as if daring you to make your way over.

You do the opposite ; spinning to face the bar as you down your drink.

It’s not long before Murayama is sliding in beside you, elbow leaning on the bar as he gazes at you. You avoid his eyes, staring down at your cup and following its condensation trail with your finger. He hums, “you’re back.”

“Just visiting.” You correct him. Glancing his way, you see his eyes are still wide and pretty as they stare longingly your way. You clear your throat, “I didn’t think you’d still be in town.”

A secret tilts up the right side of his mouth, a small chuckle leaving his lips. “Yeah. It wouldn’t be SWORD without a leader.”

“And that leader is you?”

“Who else?” Murayama snorts again — demeaning, it sounds — before knocking back his own drink. He motions to your empty glass before nodding at the bartender for a refill. As the worker gets busy, Murayama focuses his sights back on you — his gaze makes you tremble ; weak the way it had years before. “You jus’ in town to visit? That’s all ; nothin’ else?”

You lick your lips, smiling to the bartender when your new drink is slid your way. “What else would I come back for?”

A harsh, scoff-like laugh leaves his lips. Murayama repeats your question sarcastically, nodding to himself. He sips his drink, looking at you one more time before tapping the bar and standing. “If that’s all, then…”

Just like years before, he was gone without another thought.

Maybe you’d been a little harsher than intended. Seeing your ex again had been a shock, but maybe— no. This is exactly what your friends had told you. He has a way of getting into your head, [name]. You always end up going back.

You twirl your finger around the rim of your glass, frowning as your thoughts overcrowded the music. Was going back such a bad thing, after all? You were happy with Murayama — on the cusp of being in love. He was convinced the distance wouldn’t work — that you’d forget him and find someone better.

You never did — you never would.

Gulping back the rest of your drink, you pay and stand to leave. Curls of dark hair catch your attention and solidify your decision. Stalking after Murayama, you struggle to catch up to him with the crowd. The air is brisk and cold as the club’s door opens for you, taking your breath momentarily until you hear his laugh.

Just before you can tap his shoulder, your mouth is covered and everything goes dark.

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Your hands are tied behind your back, lips taped shut as you gain consciousness. Heaving in a breath through your nose, you blink a few times before realizing you don’t know where you are ; before remembering what happened. Panic crawls up your throat, coming out as whines against the tape. You struggle with the ropes binding you, your wrists growing raw and sore from the material.

The room you’re in is small, no sign of any windows and only a single door. There’s nothing but a lightbulb that hangs above you, illuminating the small area.

A creak echoes in the room, the door opening slowly to reveal… nothing. No one was standing there. Heaving in a breath in attempt to control your panic, you tug on the ropes a few more times before stopping. Footsteps hit your ears next, tantalizingly slow as they approach the room you’re in.

A mask — there’s a cracked, porcelain faced mask facing you. You inch back quickly, your back hitting the wall too quick for your liking. They inch closer to you slowly, crouching down when they finally get to where they want to be. Your lip trembles underneath the tape, tears filling up your lashline and dripping down your cheeks.

The masked person wipes them softly before standing and leaving abruptly.

No windows ; no telling what time or day it was. The person would only come by once, forcing stale bread in your mouth and tipping hot water into your mouth soon after. You always choked on it, the water dribbling down your chin and to your torso, leaving a trail of hot water in its wake. On their fourth visit, they went as far to tug on the rope binding your hands, tutting sarcastically as if they felt sorry for your situation.

The hotel you were staying in had to have given your room away by now. Your hands were sore, cuticles ripped and bloody from your attempts at leaving. Sniffling, you could feel your face burn with the tears that had made their own tracks on your cheeks. Your mouth was free from the tape now, but still felt chapped and raw.

You hadn’t said a word ; you didn’t dare to.

And then the door slammed open uncharacteristically. You flinched at the noise, eyes staying on the floor to avoid looking at the cracked mask. Heaving breaths echo around the room, stomping feet paralleling the sound as your kidnapper approaches you. Hands grip your upper arms in a tight, bruising hold as they lift you from your sitting position. They’re muttering to themselves, words you don’t bother to hear.

You get to what seems to be a sitting room, the tv playing a missing persons ad of you. Someone knew — they knew you were gone and they were trying to find you. Hope swelled in your chest briefly before dropping. What are the chances they’d find you ; the chances you’d go home alive?

You’re suddenly dropped to the floor as multiple footsteps head your way. The porcelain mask falls to the ground, only a vivid thunk, thunk, thunk! sound hitting the air around you. It stops soon — only after a crunch is heard. Your cheeks are being held by calloused, bloody hands as a voice begs you to focus. You can’t look away ; can only watch as the mask cracks even more.

“Look at me, baby,” it sounds like a whisper. Thumbs tap under your eyes, the hands shake your head gently in order to grab your attention. “It’s me, [name]. Look at me, jus’ me.”

Murayama’s face is the first thing you see. It’s the first thing that greets you outside of a swinging lightbulb ; outside of a porcelain mask ; outside of that dingy, dark room. He rubs your cheeks once more, the stranger’s blood smearing over your tears. “Come back to me, baby.”

“You found me.”

He wants to sob at the sound of your voice. It sounds so broken and cracked ; your voice fighting a whisper and climbing up your throat desperately. There’s a dazed look in your eyes that’s familiar to him ; one you’d get when overwhelmed.

Your hands are untied — they fall to the ground lifelessly as you continue to stare at Murayama. He gulps, hands dropping from your face to lace through your fingers. “Of course I found you. Told you I would.”

“When we broke up,” you lick your lips. There were people in suits streaming past you both ; hushed and loud conversations passing by non-listening ears. Murayama nods, a soft smile on his face as his thumbs brush your knuckles. “You said we’d get back together when the time is right. I remember.”

“Time’s always been right.” It’s hushed, pressed against your forehead as he helps you stand. Numerous people in suits — the FBI, maybe? — allow you both to pass as if you don’t exist. It’s nighttime as you’re led out of the building you were held in, the sky dark and air cold. Murayama crouches between your legs as he makes you sit. A lady takes your temperature and assesses you medically — but your attention is centered on him. He looks down at your intertwined hands, “jus’ let you have a li’l fun first. That’s all.”

You don’t respond. Eyes fluttering, Murayama pulls you to his chest gently, patting the back of your head. “Rest,” he whispers against the night air. “Rest now, you’re safe with me.”

When you wake up, you’re pressed to a cloud-like bed, the scent of Murayama surrounding you. You groan, your throat still sore as you struggle to swallow. A hand guides you to sit, tenderly rubbing your back as you settle. Blinking to your left, a grinning Murayama greets you. “Mornin’, baby. Got some water here for you,” he helps you hold the glass as you take tentative sips. “Breakfast should be on its way soon.”

“Where am I?”

“My place.” He looks around the room as if it’s brand new to him, too. Clearing his throat, Murayama holds your hand in his. “Need’a let you heal for a while, hm?”

You lick your lips again, feeling a little more awake than you were before. You feel more present ; aware as his hands linger and brush around places bruises had been left. “When can I go home?”

“You are home, baby,” he chuckles. Murayama brings your hand up, kissing your knuckles before resting the back of it against his cheek. “I’ll take care of you now, keep you safe.”

“I need to go home, Yoshiki.”

He lets out another laugh — this one sounds cruel ; judgemental as he shakes his head. “This is home.” His eyelashes slide up as he finally meets your eyes with that darkened gaze you’d grown accustomed to. “Jus’ got you back. I’m not lettin’ you leave again.”

You’re pulled to his chest as every other thought leaves your mind. He was right, after all. Murayama was the one to find you — the one who took you from your kidnapper and kept you safe. Snuggling close to his chest, you fight off the hazy, blurred memories of being in that room.

“Okay,” you breathe. A barely there peck is placed on the center of his chest, right beside his heart. You move your face to his neck, arms wrapping around his torso. “I’ll stay here.”

Murayama grins. His plan worked after all, hm? As soon as he spotted you in the club, he knew you’d be coming home to him, one way or another. Hiring a lowly new guy to take you was easy — he did his job well, even if it ended in his death. But, it was all worth it in the end. You were back with him — back where you belonged.

You’re squished closer to his body with a hum. Murayama kisses the top of your head, “‘course you will. You’ll be safe now, [name]. I’ll make sure of it.”

——♡—— tagging my other h&l babies here! @star2fishmeg @rouzuchan @yuken-gf @strxwberrychocolate @simpforchuchu @thatpoindexterpixy if youd like to b tagged / untagged, let me know! ♡ airbendertendou © do not copy, plagiarize, repost, or translate my content on any platform. if you see my content under any other name than my own, let me know. i only have this tumblr and an ao3 account under the same name.

#the amount of gifs i went through of him before settling on this one……#i am : unwell <3 #murayama yoshiki #oya high #high&low the worst #high & low #high & low x reader #high&low x reader #high&low oneshots #high&low imagines #murayama yoshiki x y/n #murayama yoshiki drabbles #murayama yoshiki x reader #yakuza!murayama #yandere!high&low

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sleepyfaequeen · 1 year

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Eye Candy 🍬 Part 2

Yakuza!Yandere!Genji x fem!reader

Summary: You wake up the next day in an unexpected place and a familiar man.

Pairing: Genji x fem!reader

Warning(s): sexual themes/Lime, food play, MDNI, 18+ content ahead!

Songs: No Blueberries by DPR IAN

A/n; I really hope you guys like this. Please comment and give me some ❤️!

The sound of light drumming came to mind as (Y/n) was slowly waking up. She opens her eyes, feeling cool soft sheets run down her shoulder and back as she stretched her legs within her bed. She sits up with a groan and stretched her arms above her head with her leg giving a shaking kick as she waddled to the bathroom. She freshens up and washes her face before using a toothbrush that was neatly places and sealed. She stopped before opening the bathroom door and looking around the room. It wasn't hers.

Last night's memories suddenly hit her and she rest a hand to her chest as she finally understands what probably happened. She had probably stayed over at a guy's house after doing the deed. Best case scenario is to leave and go home. She wasn't wearing her black dress, her heels were off, she was wearing a kimono. How did she even get into this!?

She finds her phone and sees it's still charging and at 78%.

'Good enough!' She thought as she calls one of her friends. No answer or even a text. Sometimes she swears that her mother was right about her friends being inconsiderate and irresponsible enough to care. She puts her phone back to charge and sets it on the nightstand.

There's a sudden knock at the bedroom door and it makes her hold onto her kimono tightly.

"Mistress?" A woman's voice comes from the other side of the door. (Y/n) slowly walks to the door and slides it open to see a maid at the door with a bright smile over her face. "Good morning," she greets her as she steps back for her, "the young master is waiting for you in the dining room. Follow me." She said as she bends down to place slippers for her to step into. "It's a rainy day." She tells her as she closed the door for her and opens an umbrella once they step out into the patio.

This place was just so breathtaking to (Y/n) with how the garden were designed. She's only gone to a few places within Hanamura but nothing matched how beautiful this place was. Even under a rainy day.

"Excuse me, what did you mean by 'young master?" She asked once they passed the first few sets of cherry blossoms.

"Genji Shimada, of course." The old maiden smiles as she looks at her. "He's made it very clear you're an honored guest here."

'Did I sleep with some rich guy?' She asked herself as the maid makes a sudden stop infront of a room. She knocks on the door and slides it open, letting (Y/n) walk inside before closing the door behind her.

The sound of small giggling could be heard from the room as (Y/n)'s eyes looked towards where the sound came from. There, in the center of a room was wooden table, decorated and having a few trays of food. A male sat in a western styled suit which made him look like one of those business men. He had maids and lived in such a beautiful place. He also had green dyed hair and dark eyes. The woman on his lap dressed in a laced gold dress made her understand he was possibly not a businessman she thought he was.

"Ah, (Y/n) I'm glad to see your awake." He greets her with a bright closed eye smile. The woman on his lap moved off his lap once he gave her a small gesture of the hand. She seemed to look at her like she was some sort of threat. "Come, sit with me." He holds out a hand with a fancy looking watch on his wrist, she swore she saw gold on it but she was rather feeling off. This place made her feel like she didn't belong. "You're so shy. I didn't think you would be.."

Immediately, she stiffens as the same woman from before gives her a small push. Smiling with her pink glittery lips. (Y/n) took a few quick steps towards the man before tripping on her own feet. The male's drink fell onto his suit, the glass rolling off onto the table with pieces of ice sliding against the table and floor near her.

"OH, she fell!" The woman said as she chuckles behind her hand as she helps (Y/n) up, handing her a rag as a maid comes by. "You should clean up the mess." she advices with her voice getting low, almost threatening her. "You even messed up his suit!"

(Y/n) looked at the mess before taking the rag from the maid.

"But Miss-" the maid starts.

"It's okay. It's just a spill." She said as she begins to clean up the mess.

Unknown to her, Genji had his hand gripping the woman by the wrist. His eyes wide with anger, telling her without a word he knew exactly what she had done. Before she could say anything he moves her away from him, looking towards the maid.

"Please escort her out." The maid nods as she bows her head before guiding the woman out who was appalled.

It was silent as she rest the rag into a bucket of water after squeezing out the extra liquid out of it. She looks up and sits on her knees.

"You didn't have to clean that.." Genji said as another maid enters, picking up the bucket and exits silently.

"Sorry, about you're suit." She points out as she noticed the stain.

"It's okay. I have a bunch of them." He tells her. "Come closer." He again, takes out his hand to her and smiles.

She hesitates at this, this guy was obviously not a good sort of guy. He couldn't be. Still, she scoots closer a bit enough to be at his side of the table. He chuckles, his eyes look at her as he spoke playfully. "Are you going to make me count?"

"Huh?" She blinks as he sits back a bit and pats his lap. He wanted her to sit on his lap, just like the previous woman. (Y/n) was like any normal young adult who knew how to hold her head up high and not be a second option for just some random guy. "I'm fine thank you." She mumbles before feeling his arm scoop her up onto his lap.

"See? There's nothing scary about this." He held an arm around her waist and let's his fingers move to a fork as he let's his eyes scan the many dishes on the table. He let's his fingers run against her side as he picks out a soufflé pancake, dipping it in syrup and moving it to her lips. She looks up at him, confused. "It's really good, (Y/n)-chan." He assures her. She looks back at the substance before taking a small bite out of it. Warm, sweet and fluffy.

"Mm, that is good~!" She covers her mouth in embarrassment. She didn't mean to burst out in a high-pitched tone.

"Told you." He stuck his tongue out and holds out another piece for himself before feeding her.

"Genji, I have a.. question." She tells him, catching his attention. "How do we.. How did we meet? Sorry, I was.. drunk and I can't remember what happened last night."

He paused as he scoops up some puffy looking frosting. "You told me you're name. You were drugged and I couldn't get any information to send you home so I took you to my home to make sure you were safe." He explains, looking at her and holding her cheek as she blushed as their eyes met. "I promised you, I'd never hurt a defenseless woman."

'So he was just being a considerate guy!' She blinks as she felt frosting brush the bottom of her lips. "But it's getting harder to not touch you how I want to." He let's his thumbs brush against her cheek. Her eyes shut as she felt his tongue brush against her bottom lip and down her neck and chest as frosting drips down her collarbone and chest, making her squeak.

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A/n: Part 3? Comment. ;3

#fanfic #overwatch #x reader #blizzard #headcanon #oneshot #young genji #genji shimada #overwatch genji #overwatch smut #romance #yakuza

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ricihh · 3 months

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So, uh, hey! Finally writing back to this fandom

This is an anonymous request that I received here on tumblr and I wanted to apologize for the delay in answering it!!! I definitely loved the ship and it was a lot of fun to write, but I wasn't very motivated by this fandom at the time. Hope this person likes it!

Rating: E

Fandom: Yandere Simulator

Relationship: The Journalist/The Yakuza

Main Tags: Hate Sex, Quickies, Enemies With Benefits, Rough Sex, Shameless Smut

Warnings: No TWs.

Summary: The Journalist is not afraid to get into a game of taunts with the Yakuza boss when he discovers that Ryoba is in secret contact with him. Knowing that this is golden evidence that could put her behind bars, he accepts anything to stay in the game and beat the Yakuza, whatever the cost.

Sometimes, the cost can even be pleasant.

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floofymeow · 15 days

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no one speak to me i am in MOURNING. curled up on the floor fetal position rocking back and forth whispering "it'll be ok" BUT ITS NOT OK. IM NOT OK i NEED TO CONSUME MORE MEDIA

god bless the those who contribute to this cause i hope i know you are SEEN and i am blessing you every night for the good deeds you bring to this temporary mortal plane

#surodame #slow damage #towa #madatowa #shaking in my boots #hackles raised growling #why does the world put me through suffering (i consumed every piece of madatowa fiction in half a day flat)#*rolls sleeves*#i have a lot of work cut out for me (madatowa fic ideas wont leave my brain)#im gonna finish my omegaverse au first and then i move onto some oneshots and then maybe aquarium non-yakuza au and then maybe some others #guys i do it for me i need this for myself and the tumblr void is along for the ride

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atanx · 1 year

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 龍が如く | Ryuu ga Gotoku | Yakuza (Video Games) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Kashiwagi Osamu & Nishikiyama Akira, Matsushige & Nishikiyama Akira, Nishikiyama Akira/Tanaka Shinji, shinji kinda flirts with nishiki, but nothing happens - Relationship, Kiryu Kazuma & Nishikiyama Akira Characters: Matsushige (Yakuza), Nishikiyama Akira, Kashiwagi Osamu, Tanaka Shinji (Yakuza) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Ryuu ga Gotoku | Yakuza 0 (Video Game), Pre-Ryuu ga Gotoku | Yakuza 1 (Video Game), basically: Nishiki snaps, Nishikiyama Akira-centric, Fix-It of Sorts, Ryuu ga Gotoku | Yakuza 1 (Video Game) Spoilers Summary:

“I said,” Matsushige starts, drawing out the words, relishing in tormenting Nishiki. “That you only got here by sucking cock, boss-man.”

There’s snickers, but Nishiki pays them little mind. They’re in the office, in front of all of his men. The perfect place for an example. News will spread to all those absent. It will only be a pity that the paperwork will get all bloodied up.

Matsushige draws closer, looking down on him. His breath stinks.

“What, are you gonna do something about it?” Matsushige taunts, laughing.

#yakuza #yakuza kiwami spoilers #nishiki #nishikiyama akira #fanfic #yakuza fanfic #i keep wanting to write long canon divergence fix-its but i do NOT have the capability to write something other than oneshots #rgg

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frickingnerd · 9 months

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in love with a criminal

pairing: moma kumakura x gn!reader

summary: you had almost forgotten how dangerous your boyfriend was... almost.

tags: mention of reader being harrassed (not by moma), mentions of blood and screams, implied murder/torture

you had almost forgotten how dangerous moma was.

you only knew the side of him that was kind, caring and funny. he had never yelled at you before, never raised his hand against you or made you uncomfortable in any way. you had almost forgotten that he was the leader of a yakuza gang. that he wasn't someone you'd wanna make an enemy of.

but now you remembered. hearing the screams of the man that had harassed you, seeing all his blood. you could barely even look at it for more than a second, before turning around and immediately feeling like you were about to throw up. it wasn't a pretty sight, not at all…

"don't worry… he won't ever lay a hand on you again, darling!"

moma approached you from the side, gently wrapping his arms around you and causing you to flinch for a second.

"you're safe with me. as long as i'm here, no one will hurt you ever again…"

#ai:ni #ai: the somnium files x reader #ai:tsf #ai: nirvana initiative #ai: the somnium files #moma kumakura x reader #yakuza #moma kumakura #ai:tsf moma #x reader #angst #drabble #oneshot #yandere #x you #x y/n #x gn reader #moma #kumakura

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alteredphoenix · 8 months

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I'm honestly not sure why Kishimoto Masashi hasn't done any other stories that isn't Naruto (well, there's Samurai 8, but that ended up cancelled, and Boruto is...well. It's Boruto But Let's Disassemble Boruto's Dad's Canon Until Not Even The Atoms Are Left).

Compared to the high fantasy ninja-cum-borderline-modern-day-cyberpunk aesthetic, Mario was such a breath of fresh air. Maybe not as lived in as Naruto (because it's a forty-four page one-shot, and you can't really afford to waste time on making New York feel "lived in" in that many pages), but it's so grounded in reality that the environment and the foundations of the story are already set in place. It doesn't have to worry about playing with the Magic System or keeping its chronology from getting tangled up in retcons and deus ex machina. It's short, it's simple, and gets right to the point while leaving many of its other elements inferred and in the background.

#as i understand it. or at least it's speculated. that elements of samurai 8 are being carried over to boruto #hence why it's moved away so quickly from naruto's 90s tech to an almost postmodern cyberpunk era #as well as teenage punk and grunge aesthetic that can almost be called dystopian #it's why - for me - boruto has felt less 'ninja fantasy' and more 'urban fantasy but throw in space-faring alien leeches into the mix'#especially with the arrival of two blue vortex #but the problem with the otsutsuki is how utterly last minute they are in canon #w/ no buildup whatsoever #and its timeline is such a mess that a plate of spaghetti looks more coherent #mario doesn't have that problem #it's set in 2003 new york about a guy in the mafia who takes on jobs to earn money for the sake of money #who eventually teams up with a female hitman in order to earn his own territory #there's mention of his late yakuza mother and how the hitman he's working w/ looks like her #as well as his necklace in the shape of the libra's scales that play into his ties between his mother & his partner #BOOM it doesn't waste ANY time faffing around. the plot just gets right to it #it's an interesting little oneshot that unfortunately doesn't really leave room for continuation #due to the way the ending doles out his fate #like. kishimoto has the POTENTIAL for constructing tight storycrafting #we saw this in the minato one-shot recently #he just needs to do what HE wants to do and not try to aim high #a'la try to make it another naruto/boruto #armi reads manga #manga

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gladoswantscake · 2 months

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Special Guest - Goro Majima x Hostess F!Reader

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

Warnings: A lil suggestive. Nothing too graphic

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

Available on Wattpad and AO3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You raise a brow. "Older me-"

"Yakuza." She cuts you off.

"What business do they have coming here?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You giggle at his compliment.

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

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

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

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

The man beams. "Champagne it is then."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A grin appears on his lips.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"A Yakuza, right?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What makes you think I'm interesting?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He smiles at your comment.

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

"That'd be great..."

#yakuza #yakuza oneshots #yakuza x reader #goro majima x reader #goro majima #majima goro #my creation

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teenontheinternet · 9 months

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I added more games (Including Splatoon games and Zelda games from requests), there is so much space left, what else should I add?

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lukathejester · 10 months

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Idk what to post here. Like I like so many different things. I like (somewhat) happy things like vocaloid, puyo puyo, oneshot. Then I like stuff like dead by daylight, bloodborne, and yakuza. Idk if I want to post it all here or post it here and also make a separate blog for them

(Like I do for rhythm games)

#help #i dont know how to use tumblr #im autistic #dbd #dead by daylight #vocaloid #oneshot #puyo puyo #bloodborne #yakuza

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sleepyfaequeen · 1 year

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EYE CANDY 🍬 Part 1

Yakuza! Yandere!Genji x fem!reader

Summary: You get drugged up in a dance club with none of you're friends there to assist you. Unfortunately for you someone noticed.

Pairing: Yakuza!Yandere!Genji x reader

Warning(s): drugs, alcohol, implied assualt, MDNI, 18+ content ahead!

A/n: Just a quick one-shot. Unsure if this will have a part two. I'm new to Tumblr so bare with me. I am still learning to post on here. I really hope you guys enjoy my writing.

The entire room was spinning, the flashing colored lights seemed much more brighter, the music muffled but it was loud enough to vibrate the entire dance club. Regardless it was enough to make (Y/n) aware that she was drugged. Her mother had warned her long ago about these places and how one day it could happen. But she never thought it would ever happen to her. The feeling of someone moving to sit next to her wasn't enough to catch her attention. In fact, she could care less as the man let his fingers graze her cheek.

"Ah..?" She moans in response as the simple touch made her feel so.. hot.

"Don't worry.. I won't hurt a defenseless woman." The voice said and she managed to turn her head to look at the man speaking to her. Reassuring her that he wouldn't do anything to harm her. "You poor, poor girl." His voice sounded like he was mocking her. She could see he had dyed green hair and in a suit. He wasn't security so her next guess was that he was possibly a well off man. "You don't look like your from here.." he said with a thick Asain accent following his words.

"I'm from.. my house." She swore he heard him chuckle and he passes her a glass. 'Water?' She thinks as she brings it up to her glossy lips and drinks. More alcohol.

"Do you have a name?" He asked as he let's his fingers trail down her cheek, his thumb brushing against those supple glossy painted lips. They stood out more than the color of her flustered cheeks.

"Name?" She thinks and it almost seems like she spaces out before he removes his hand and let's his fingers trail down her shoulder, her arm and stop just at her hip. He let's his thumb slide down her dress, eyes studying and his thumb feeling how soft and warm her skin was.

So soft, he notes.

"Yes, it's.. (Y-.. (Y/n)." She nodes to assure herself as he takes a moment to take in her name. It was unique to him because of how different it was to the ones he would often hear or repeat. He let's his fingers take her bag, look at her phone which was unlocked and he makes sure to type her number down in his contacts, making sure to add his to her contacts. Regardless, if he wanted to see her again his men could easily track her down.

Unbeknownst to her, Genji's eyes were looking at her attire. Admiring how that tight black dress hugged her waist so well. The way the dress split at one side of her leg to show off her thigh. Her hair was short and curled so naturally just behind her ear. To him, she was like a fine glass of wine.

He's slept with a few women in Hanamura to know that women like her were a rare sight. Sadly, he wouldn't feel right with taking advantage of someone so helpless. He looks around, seeing if there was anyone approaching. Perhaps a friend or lover?

No, everyone was too busy dancing, taking selfies, getting drunk or making out. It was usual to not notice someone getting drugged up and end up in a bad place without anyone noticing.

He was going to call her a taxi. That was the plan.

"You're really cute up close." He blinks, not expecting this sudden sentence to leave a woman's lips.

"What?" He flinched as she cupped his face, his cheeks to be exact.

"You have such chubby cheeks too." She smiles and he can't help but melt. This reaction was something he was new to. Affection from a woman at a club but one that thought he was cute. Surely, she was paid to tell him that but he doubted that since she was drugged up. He looks to his left and raised a hand to stop his guard from possibly pinning her down.

"Now why did you have to say that..?" His smile was probably the last thing she saw before blacking out.

#overwatch genji #young genji #yakuza #genji shimada #x reader #overwatch #fanfic #oneshot #romance #blizzard #yandere

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