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itsybitsylemonsqueezy · 8 months

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How do you rank the Yakuza games by story quality?

Welp, this will be opening up a can of worms, but to thank you for asking... (still leaving out both Judgment games because I'm a loser who hasn't played them) And obviously, this will get long, so much more under the cut:

First: Yakuza 0 -

You can all dunk on me for putting the popular choice first, but it's popular for a reason. The story stands on its own feet; if you never played another Yakuza game, you still got a satisfying story out of this. No dangling plot threads or criminally underutilized characters*. I think as a whole the series could have built more on these themes, I think Kiwami 1 does a little, which we'll get to in due course, but in general my biggest problem with Yakuza series writing is they adamantly refuse to view their writing as a story and only see it as a vehicle for a video game which... makes for some really questionable decisions. (* I know there are those who think more should have been done with Makoto or Nishitani living and there's room to argue here. It's half the reason to write fanfiction, but I think from a bird's eye view, we have a cohesive narrative where the stakes were fulfilled.)

Second: Yakuza 7 -

On the whole, this was a really solid entry writing wise. There's only a couple of missteps I see here and mostly they're to do with the very end. So, spoilers for the end of Yakuza 7, skip to the next point if you don't want to know. I think it would have been really cool if they'd just made Ichiban Black-Asian, but that's a personal quibble for me. I think crowbarring Kiryu in was... questionable and not really good??? For Ichiban??? But my biggest problem was killing Ryo, that was absolutely unneeded and kinda makes a mockery of Kiryu's entire arc. Like, Ichiban and Kiryu, as have oft been noted, are very different protagonists. Kiryu is haunted by the sins of his father and the death of his brother. These slowly eat Kiryu from the inside out (much like cancer) turning him bitter and away from the yakuza as a whole. We deal with these themes in every single game, more or less. That's not what Ichiban's set up to deal with. Ichiban from day 1 is Just Some Guy, started at the bottom now we're here. He's all about success and joy and loving life, especially in the face of adversity, and in particular, in the face of social convention. Killing his brother saddles Ichiban with deep guilt and grief over what could have been, should have been, or at least it should, right? Ichiban spends their last minutes together trying to save his soul and I think would have been successful if the writing hadn't fucked him at the last second. And just... why? What purpose does it serve? Tying up loose ends? I don't know how to explain this, but you actually can let a character's story be over without killing them. That's actually just a very normal thing you can do. And this is what I mean about viewing the story as a video game rather than as a story: the boss must be defeated, Ryo must die, whether or not that makes any fucking sense. And especially in the context of what Kiryu went through, this looks super fucking bad because I can almost guarantee we will never revisit any guilt or sorrow over that death in any future game. Like, we do the exact same thing, Ichiban traumatically loses a brother he had a fraught relationship with, just like Kiryu, but instead of changing him and his trajectory irrevocably it just... bounces off. Really, really bad choice, I do not care for it.

Third: Yakuza Kiwami 1 -

Haters gonna hate, but I love Kiwami 1. I think it's an excellent retelling and refinement of the first Yakuza while incorporating a lot of relevant details and character progress from Yakuza 0. If I was going to level a criticism at it, it would be that we still shy from letting Kiryu confirm his emotional tethers. For all that I think there's some very strong writing regarding what Kiryu cares about and what motivates him, at strange moments the writing will suddenly back down in a fit of cowardly homophobia and cling to just enough plausible deniability that they won't upset censors or alienate less subtextual readers. This goes hand in hand with the narrative cannot fucking figure out what to do with Majima. He's important! But not that important. He's Kiryu's closest friend and also they hate each other. Sometimes the narrative tries very hard to convince you It's Not Gay We Swear, The Rivalry Is So Straight And Malicious You Guys when two scenes before they lovingly stared into each others eyes while speaking deep personal truths for like a full three minutes, unblinking, unlaughing. And in the context of later games, it's weird to give Majima so much space in this game and in 0, to give him oodles of screen time, to make it very clear how close he and Kiryu are, and then frantically backtrack and nearly try to erase him from the narrative later, assure you he's Just Some Guy to Kiryu, after they've already painstakingly proved otherwise. It's frustrating, but certainly not a unique criticism. And I get that Majima has a big pull promotional wise, we all love the mad man, but... pick a lane. Either let him be Kiryu's one true love or stop messing with this shit, since it makes you so uncomfortable to imply otherwise.

Fourth: Yakuza 3 -

Okay, this game has really, really good writing actually! Yes, it drags in spots, but I think this game pulls off the greatest villain reveal of the whole series. It's really hard to reveal a villain's motives at the very end and have it resonate with the audience. And when you hear Mine say "Daigo is the only man I ever loved" it fucking makes sense. All his weird behavior, his barely contained rage, his psychotic choices... it all becomes crystal clear why as you see this picture of a man with the worst kind of self-esteem problems, who pinned the whole of his essence on someone else and cannot come to terms with the reality of human frailty. I make no apologies for being a huge fan of Mine and he's definitely the best written character in the game. This game still struggles with letting Kiryu put proper emotional weight on his core relationships, both with Majima and with Daigo specifically. And even with his orphanage, we introduce all those children but when do they ever matter? Yes, this is a yakuza game, Kiryu has to go out and fight people because this is a game and he's the protagonist, but then why have him retire to the beach at all if you're just going to have him come back, painlessly, every time?

Fifth: Yakuza 5 -

Oh, Yakuza 5, my ugly beloved. My swan song. My cherished disaster. Equal parts sublime and terrible. This is peak writing for Kiryu, of all the games, this one understands him the best. He's tired and sad and bitter, he's riddled with guilt and doing his best and his best is shit, and in the end he still tries to come home. God, this... this was the closest we ever came to letting Kiryu grow, letting him learn his lesson, letting him understand that dying like his father did and abandoning his family is not the fucking answer. Kiryu's arc in this game is so good, so earned, we even let him go bug fucking crazy at the idea Majima is dead, I could swoon. God, this was So Good, I will not hear any criticisms about Kiryu in this game, 10/10 Kiryu.

On the other hand, it has been well documented that I am a Mirei Park hater, RIP to her lovers, but I just hated every part of that. I think Majima was character assassinated this game. I understand that at the time, 0 and both Kiwamis didn't exist yet and so the writing is responding to this impulse that for Majima to work, for him to make sense, there has to be deep pain and tragedy in his background. But this was a catastrophic vehicle for it, it does not fit for him, and they did a 10/10 job in 0 so... that's the canon I believe. Semi-related, I don't love making Haruka an idol? Not only does she state in previous games that she's not interested in being an idol, but I just think it's a waste of her potential. I love her being a protag, I wish we could get MORE protag Haruka, god she deserves it, we deserve it. And I think there were many other ways we could have done that, I think this fell prey to a lack of imagination on the part of the writers. But, she does call her father home in the end and decide this isn't what she wanted after all so... I do love that. They snatched it back in the end.

And hey, we even got a fulfilling arc out of Saejima! Who knew! On balance, the writing of this game is really good, it just has a couple of critical failures for me. But mostly, expert characterization and finally allowing emotional weight to have its due. It's cruel of me to say, but I so wish the series had ended here. Or even hard reboot with 7, that's fine. Just... man. I wish we hadn't destroyed everything we did correctly here.

Sixth: Yakuza 4 -

Everyone loves to dunk on Yakuza 4 for being too complicated and difficult to understand. That actually doesn't bother me. I think the plot isn't that bad to follow and I think the introduction of non-yakuza members to the crime world, Akiyama and Tanimura, are really good world building. It helps to understand that there are forces that can impact what the yakuza do and what they are capable of doing. I think Daigo is 10/10 in this game, I think his mistakes are entirely justified, and I love how we have to deal with it.

What I don't love is Kiryu's amnesia from Yakuza 3, that those lessons seem to be entirely lost and have to be learned again. I don't love that there's no continuity of consequences, either from other games into this one or from this game into later ones. That's really my biggest problem with 4. That despite introducing fan favorites like Saejima and Akiyama, both of whom are executed really well and are excellent additions, the political tension and themes that I think are very coherent here don't have much impact on the later series. And maybe that was down to poor reception and people complaining that they didn't like the story. That could just be an artifact of serial publication and bending to the whims of public opinion. Again, for me that's an issue of viewing the story as a video game and product rather than maintaining loyalty to the story above all else. But that's my bias as a writer and as a professional academic when it comes to story.

Seventh: Yakuza 6 -

Full disclosure: I have almost no love for Yakuza 6. It leaves a bad taste in my mouth and a fog in my brain. I find it particularly egregious of erasing past lessons, of ignoring understandings we already had. I think it deliberately ignores emotional weight we already established and used. I loathe what we do with Haruka, that her entire autonomy is stripped from her and she is little more than a bauble used to torture Kiryu. I find the choices made for her at best perplexing and at worst deeply misogynistic and narrow. I hate that rather than use characters already long-established to deal with Kiryu's trauma regarding organized crime, family, brotherhood, and fatherhood, we introduce new people who do not matter and will never be seen again instead of resolving anything with the people we already know and care about. It feels like an incredible slap in the face to anyone who cared about those previous characters and the relationships they had with Kiryu.

Think about that letter to Daigo at the end. How earned, how deserved it is. And yet, it's so hollow because it's literally the bare minimum Kiryu needed to do for him. Think about how much more fulfilling this story could have been if we actually spent it with Daigo, resolving all the pain there. Also, Kiryu faking his death??? Abandoning his family, after we just literally in the last game proved why you shouldn't do that??? I get that this was supposed to be the end of the series and nothing is more final than death. But at the first opportunity they drag Kiryu back, like they always do. So his faked death does nothing to the plot except hurt the people around him, the people who cared about him. I in fact wrote an entire fic about how bad a job I think this game was and how much it hurt me personally. So it's very hard for me to be objective about this.

Viewing it apart from continuity, it's a relatively engaging story about a middle-aged dad trying to navigate a shady past. And if you look at this like that, if Kiryu was just some guy, some stranger, I know I wouldn't be as devastated by it as I am. For all the people who love this game, maybe that's what's working for you. It's also lush and beautiful and Kiryu's ass is in every shot. But putting it in context... I can't really think of anything I like here.

Eighth: Yakuza Kiwami 2 -

Now, now, before you get angry, I love Kiwami 2! In terms of enjoyment, I rate it very high! But... it's a pretty hot mess in terms of story. It's a real odd duck in continuity and I know that's down to it was originally a sequel to a standalone game that was never meant to have a sequel. And when they remade Yakuza 1, they couldn't very well not make Yakuza 2. But considering what we later did in the series... it just doesn't quite come together. Like, Ryuji should matter. The shit we bring up about that backstory should matter. This was a great opportunity for Kiryu to unpack some of his feelings about the yakuza and it makes sense that he's depressed as shit here, but... there's just a lot of missed opportunities. In our pursuit of putting Daigo on the throne, there was so much more work we could have done regarding the sins of the father, the narrative is kinda set up for that since we're a father-son team, but... we don't really. We again let Kiryu refuse to unpack and shy out of the emotional weight of our choices. I don't love that. And since we do some of the work, we at least start it, in Yakuza 3 with Kiryu having to acknowledge that he abandoned Daigo in a shit position (god if only, if only...), it's weird that we didn't build more of the blocks here. Again, I know this is largely down to Yakuza 2 was never supposed to exist and they didn't know how many games they would get, but since it's a remake, they had time to go back and clean things up. *sigh* Oh well, at least there's Ryuji titty and tigers to fight.

#This is very biased #Not objective #Yakuza writing

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xfgpng · 1 year

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𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 -

— : [ nsfw ] yakuza boss toji, arranged marriage, unprotected sex, loss of virginity, pet names, fluff (he’s very ooc with reader, sue me) + breeding kink and mentions of pregnancy

— : wc : 1.9k

when you were first introduced to the zenin clan, you were shy. your father and the head of the zenin family were close, the alliance going as far back to the early 1920’s.

you didn’t ask any questions and like the good and dutiful daughter you were, accepted from the age of 16 that you would be married into their family. you didn’t have any complaints, your parents and older brothers and sisters were always good to you and you felt honoured that your father had chosen you and not one of your sisters.

now, at 23, you were to be married to one of the sons who would rightfully take over the family business as soon as his grandfather passed on.

toji zenin

just looking at him made you squirm. he was big and intimidating and his smile made you feel like he was in on a joke that you didn’t get. still, he was beyond handsome so you had no complaints.

he was always soft with you, different from how aggressive you’ve seen him be to just about anyone else.

“come sit with me baby” he chuckles, watching you leaning awkwardly against the door to his private home office.

“are you busy?” you ask, walking around the large desk to stand next to his chair.

“never too busy for my wife” he smirks, pulling you to sit on his lap. he kisses your temple and then your cheek as he wraps his arm around you.

you can tell that he is actually busy. he has his laptop open and there are stacks of money packed in neat piles on the floor next to his desk.

“couldn’t sleep?” he asks, rubbing your arms softly. it wasn’t necessarily cold in his office but it was cold in the house and the big bed felt empty without your husband.

“not without you” you admit and he laughs. it’s not to mock you, he never makes you feel stupid for your feelings despite everyone telling you how mean and rude he was. you didn’t care, he treated you just fine.

“i’m sorry sweetheart” he sighs, “i’m almost done here”

“toji…” you say, trailing off. you’ve been thinking about this for a month now and you weren’t sure if he was just being nice or if he was just keeping you around to save face.

“what is it?” he asks, turning his laptop off to give you his full attention. he did feel bad for not sleeping with you but he was a busy man and he was still a newlywed. he wasn’t sure how to handle these things all at once.

“i just… do you not want me?” you ask, frowning slightly. you don’t mean to sound so desperate but you were married after all and he hadn’t even…

“what, where is this coming from?” he asks and he seems confused. he turns you in his lap so he can see your face. you really were so cute when you looked so shy.

“you haven’t tried to touch me” you pout, “i know you’re far more experienced than i am but i thought you’d —”

“y/n” he cuts you off, cupping your face gently, “i’ve wanted to fuck you since we were teens”

“hey!”

he laughs, kissing you. you really were the sweetest thing.

“i know you’re a virgin, i would never want to force you into anything unless you’re ready” he says, “and besides”

you look into his eyes and he’s smirking again.

“i’m big, i don’t wanna hurt you” he’s so smug and you’d slap him if you weren’t interested in finding out just how big.

you squirm in his lap, moving your hips against him and he grabs your waist.

“watch it” he narrows his eyes, “i’ll take that as an invitation”

“take me to bed toji-san” you flatter your pretty lashes at him and his jaw clenches. he really couldn’t give a fuck about finishing any work tonight.

“mark your words baby” he warns, scooping you up and heading towards your bedroom.

you kiss his neck, sucking marks into it. you weren’t always like this but you’ve seen the way people look at him and even though he was all yours, you had no problem reminding them that toji was a married man. he was off the market. he was yours.

he grins, titling his head to the side to give you more access and you moan, biting down. he grunts, slapping your ass before laying you down gently on your expensive silk sheets.

“i didn’t know my wife was so slutty” he scoffs, pulling his sweater off in one swift motion. the way he looks standing over you, big and bulky has you squeezing your thighs together.

he licks his lips, pulling your legs apart and leaning down to kiss the inside of your thighs.

“let me get you nice and ready for me yeah?” he bites your thigh in retaliation from your own marking and you gasp, legs falling open wider.

your pretty silk panties are damp and he looks up at you with a smirk.

“that excited for me already baby?” he teases, just to see you try to cover your pretty face with your pillow.

he kisses the inside of your thighs, watching as goosebumps arise. you were so sensitive and he liked that a lot about you. he reaches up to pull your panties down, groaning at the sight of your pretty pussy glistening with your arousal.

you knew you were pretty, you’ve never doubted that but the way he looks at you, makes you feel so beautiful. you think your parents made the right choice when it came to toji.

he kisses your clit, earning a soft whimper from you. flattening his tongue against your pussy, he licks a long stripe from your slit to your clit, wrapping his lips around your sensitive bud as he slips a wet finger into your tight pussy.

his thick finger feels different from your own but it’s still so good, so much better than you even imagined and you find yourself moaning louder for him, grinding your pussy against his face.

he grins, adding another finger before scissoring you open. it hurts just a little but you don’t want him to stop, the pain doing nothing to stop the tingling sensation you’re feeling all over your body.

“feels good baby?” he asks, licking his lips as he watches you fall apart beneath him. it’s so sexy, the way you squeeze and pinch your nipples.

you look so disheveled and fucked out and it’s all for him. he feels his cock throb and twitch knowing he will be the only person to ever see you like this.

“i’m ready for you” you whine, “please, i want it”

he’s too weak to deny you anything and it should scare him but he can’t help the chuckle that leaves his mouth. a sweet thing like you had him wrapped around your finger and you probably didn’t even know that yet.

he strokes his cock a little, watching your eyes widen when you see just how big he is. you’ve never had sex before but you weren’t exactly innocent. you’ve seen porn and his dick was a lot bigger than the ones you used to see on your screen.

it has you unconsciously closing your legs.

“don’t hide from me sweetheart” he grins, “it’s all yours you know?”

he’s teasing you but he wasn’t wrong. all of toji belonged to you in the same way you were his.

he’s careful when he rubs his thick and veiny cock through your folds. you’re so wet and it helps ease the tension he felt. he would never hurt you unless you asked him to. he would do whatever you wanted.

“ready?” he asks, rubbing soothing circles into your hips as he leans down to kiss you softly.

“yeah” you gasp, “want you”

you’ve wanted him since you learned what it was like to please yourself. a silly teenager who didn’t know the first thing about sex aside from what you were taught.

he takes his time, pressing into you. the stretch shocks you and it’s almost enough to distract you from the pain but it does hurt. when his tip pops through, you cry out, eyes squeezing shut.

he kisses you gently, whispering praises as he slowly bottoms out. his eyes widen when he looks down and sees the blood. he’s about to pull out when you wrap around legs around him.

he can see you crying but you’re also smiling. he knows it must feel uncomfortable for you but he mirrors your sweet smile.

“you’re so big” you moan, moving your hips on your own and he bites the inside of his mouth. you’re so wet and tight and your velvety walls welcome him home like he belongs.

“don’t” he groans, “please baby, i need a moment”

he slides out slowly, watching your face for any discomfort. he knows how big he is, he’s always taken pride in his body and he can’t help but feel smug about your moans and whines.

he moans, thrusting back into you. he knew it would feel good but this is nothing like he could ever imagine. he doesn’t want to think about the women he’s been with before you.

he was arrogant when he was younger, refusing to get married to you or waiting. he feels like a piece of shit whenever he thinks about you and how loyal you’ve been, despite his reluctance in the beginning.

“more” you beg, gripping his bicep with the hand that wasn’t gripping the sheets below you. your nails make crescent moons in his skin and he knows it’ll leave marks. he hopes it bleeds too, he wants to feel you all over.

he picks up his pace, enjoying the way your moans get louder, the sound of skin slapping against skin is loud and he wonders if everyone in the house can hear you. he hopes so. you sounded so pretty, he would never get enough of you.

“i love you” he gasps, leaning down to kiss you. he feels you smile against his lips before you wrap your arms around his neck.

he slows down and he almost regrets it. he’s so close to busting his load when he hears you whine and then, “put a baby in me” you say, “fuck me full of your cum toji-san”

he bites your shoulder. he really needs to calm the fuck down. everything is so overwhelming and you’re just so perfect it makes him nervous.

he would be lying if he said he hasn’t thought about it. he’s fucked his fist to the idea of breeding you, stuffing your pussy with his cum until it leaks out but he wouldn’t stop, he’d keep going until you passed out.

“y/n” he warns, feeling your clench around him. you were playing a dangerous game and you clearly knew that. perhaps you did know the power you had over him.

“i want your cum” you plead, kissing his jaw and then his cheek, whispering right into his ear, “i wanna feel you for days, please”

he’ll make you regret messing with him like this.

“safe word” he whispers and he’s not sure why he’s even surprised when you don’t look confused or surprised. you smile so sweetly and oh so innocently up at him when you say,

“sōko”

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sukunasdirtylaugh · 13 days

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"you know I'd do anything for you."

"ken..."

"I mean it," the yakuza boss persists, leaning forward as the two of you sit in the comfort of your shared matrimonial bed, 4 months of marriage with yet no arguments to be seen (to the surprise of everyone around you: maids, friends, your mother, and you). kento has been all the accommodating in this transition. even when he knew half your heart did not want to settle in like this, in this world.

"you don't have to say that," you hope the softness in your voice can lessen the weight of your words, "we don't have to do this... thing,"

"does my desire to put myself at your will make you uncomfortable?"

"i-it's not that-"

"then will you allow me?" he asks, "not as my wife, but as you," the way he says your name makes your heart skip a beat, your throat contracts as he leaves you with a question you were not expecting.

"I don't know what you're asking of me." you almost flinch when he sighs, fearing you've made this entirely worse, but at your question, your husband takes your hands in his.

"allow me to join you for brunch," you know exactly what he means by this. every saturday, you liked to eat outside the porch. with a book in hand or a pen, you used these objects as a means of comfort.

you now realize he was trying to be the same.

"okay," you breathe, sighing shakily as you nod. "do you... want to start tomorrow?" he nods.

"I'd like that, thank you."

#I don't know what this is #arranged marriage au with yakuza nanami #maybe delete later #just needed to write something #finals are killing me #jujutsu kaisen #jujustu kaisen #nanami kento #nanami #nanami\#kento #kento nanami #nanamin #nanami x reader #jujutsu nanami #jjk nanami #nanami fluff #nanami kento reader #nanami kento x reader

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mhelheh · 3 months

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"Koi that will never scale the mighty waterfall" TW blood under spoiler

#tw blood #yakuza #rgg #akira nishikiyama #nishiki #rgg fanart #artiats on tumblr #please someone write a fanfiction based on this pic i beg

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deadliestpieceontheboard · 8 months

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can't stop thinking about Kayleigh Day. she moved to Japan for a sports management exchange program and made up a batshit insane sport. her best-friend was yakuza and apparently she had no clue. she was non-monogamous and had lovers all over the world. she had no family. she had kevin. she was fierce enough to spread exy internationally in half a decade. david wymack loved her more than she ever could love him. she became a legend but died before she could ensure women in exy were heard. the team spirit award is named after her. the best player in the world is her son. we know nothing of her but her name.

#one of the things I can make a string of posts about but will definitely never fully write a fic abt #but like #imagine #so much drama from implementing exy to misoginy to hiding the yakuza to hiding a son #her relationship with wymack!!#i want to know so much #aftg #all for the game #the foxhole court #tfc #kayleigh day

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hedgerlogs · 4 months

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zhao ⚜️

#zhao tianyou #yakuza #ryu ga gotoku #like a dragon #rgg #im glad hes back in y8 he didnt really do shit in 7 so i thought they might write him out lol #my art

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crybaby-bkg · 11 months

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Yakuza boss Deku that’s sooo sweet and gentle with you, that you had no clue what he did in terms of work. You just assumed that maybe he was an heir to a big corporation, or hustled a lot on the side whenever you weren’t around. You couldn’t be further from the truth, but it’s all still so baffling. At how gentle he is with you, how kind he is, sweet and caring. It’s only been a few weeks since you started seeing each other, and he was nothing if not a gentleman.

Your sexual explorations with each other never went very far. He never got fully undressed, despite you laying bare in front of him. But oh, would he worship you. Get down on his knees and eat you out for hours, it was a wonder his jaw wasn’t tired. And even then, would he just keep going and going until you passed out, unable to ask him if he wanted to switch places.

But, one day, you’re determined to do something for him. Izuku was just too kind, it was unfair how he never let you treat him as well as he treated you. So when he comes over to your place one day, tired, with his head resting on the back of your couch, do you finally worship him the way he deserves.

“What’re you doing?” He asks in a gasp, catching your hands in his own big ones as you start undoing his belt. You can only look up at him with big, rounded eyes, hope he caves as easily as he always does when it comes to you.

“It’s unfair,” you pout. “You never let me touch you too. I just wanna please you, ‘Zuku.” Your voice is so soft and your mouth is so warm where you kiss at his knuckles. You’ll ask him later where that one bruise came from, but for now, you rest your head in his lap. Try not to grin when you feel his cock jump under your cheek, batting your lashes when he swallows audibly.

“Just,” Izuku swallows again, slowly releasing your hands as he undoes his own belt, pushing his black slacks down until they rest just beneath his balls. “Just this once, okay?”

And it’s all you need to hear. You kiss and lick at the side of his cock, nuzzling your cheek against it, mouthing at the forking veins up the side. Izuku can’t help his noises, his little grunts and sighs, his deep groan when you finally put the head in your mouth. He’s so gentle, holding your cheek softly in his grip, feeling it hollow in a suctioning motion as you slide a little further past his tip.

He doesn’t buck his hips or push your head down, and in a sense, you wish he would. So you move his hand to the back of your head, encouraging him to guide you, moaning around his length when he twitches in your mouth.

“I don’t wanna hurt you,” you hear him say in a gasp the moment you slide down on his cock. His tip hits the back of your throat and you gag, holding still despite Izuku trying to pull you back up for air. But you don’t budge, only let your jaw hang a little, panting, tongue dancing up the underside, relishing in the brief tug at your hair before it loosens.

You don’t answer him verbally, but instead sink down on his cock again and again, until you’re sure the back of your mouth is bruised in the shape of his tip. You never take him out of your mouth, only pull back until his head rests on your tongue, jerking the rest of it sloppily with your hand. You stare up at him all the while, feeling yourself throb at the sight of him.

Izuku has always been a composed man. Always stood tall and sure of himself, always handled himself with the confidence that made you start to fall for him. But now? Now, his hair is a disheveled mess, like he’s been running a hand through it the entire time. His emerald eyes are dull, blown out by lust, pupils dilated in pleasure. His mouth hangs open, and you can see the strain in his white button up as he tries not to shove your head down. Something terrible must glint in your eyes, because he does just that.

Shoves you down until you choke and splutter, nails digging into his thighs as he starts using your mouth for his own pleasure. He’s full of apologies the whole time as he abuses your throat, thighs tensing at the gagging sounds you emit, whining high in his throat when you gurgle around his balls.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, I don’t mean to—fuck!” Izuku hisses through his teeth, feeling his sack tighten as he’s about to cum. He rips your mouth off of him, watching the drool and precum messy your lips and chin, connecting to his twitching cock, and it’s enough to do him in. He finishes all over your face, still holding your hair in his hands as he jerks himself off, cum splattering over your eyes and nose and that big grin you never seem to lose.

When he finishes and catches his breath, you attempt to clean him up, pull his pants down even further so that maybe he could shower with you. But as you go to yank them off of him, you get a glimpse of some ink on his thigh. Izuku stops you quickly, post haze going up in flames as he looks at you with wild eyes. He blinks a few times, wonders if you’ve seen too much, and only speaks when you don’t get that terrified look so many have had in the past.

“Let’s go to your room, so I can reward you. Yeah?” He hopes he doesn’t sound as breathless from nervousness, that you equate it to still coming down from his high. And you seem none the wiser, nodding your head as you stand on shaky legs, grabbing his hand and pulling him to your bedroom. You only hope if you confront him about the tattoos, he doesn’t do what Yakuza members know best.

#I was hesitant to write this bc I know bkg posts do better #but I said FICK YHAY I write for myself ^_^#also I was only gonna write the concept down so I wouldn’t forget #but ended up writing the whole thing even tho I’m supposed to be leaving in a few mins wksjdkd #also I saw one of those Reddit story time tt’s and it talked about yakuza members breaking this guys legs #cause he kicked a kid in the chest and I was like. wow. dk core.#anyway pls enjoy this as I try not to cry putting my headwrap on :)#—new treat in the streets! 🍫#deku treats! 🍬

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gazkamurocho · 4 months

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80s Kiryu's POV ❤

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redbeanbag · 1 year

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I think the primary takeaway from all these new family anime’s (Buddy Daddies, Spy x Family, Yakuza’s Guide to Babysitting etc.) isn’t that people should be having more children but that child rearing is a communal effort meant to be shared within robust networks of support. That found family is as meaningful as biological family and atypical familial structures can enrich a child’s development in ways the nuclear family cannot.

#and that’s all i’ll say on that #or I’ll write a longform essay on here #buddy daddies #spy x family #the yakuza’s guide to babysitting #anime and manga

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heich0e · 10 months

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BAD HABIT - YAKUZA!SUNA x ESCORT!READER - MASTERLIST

18+ NSFW - MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT tags: drabble series, suna rintarou/f!reader, tw sex work, organized crime!au, explicit content related to prev tags will be present, please read the tags on each part.

bad habit - 1k - you criticize suna for his bad habit, but you're not really in any position to judge.

a room with a view - 2.7k - a change in schedule is met with a change in scenery, too. home is where the heart is, etc.

who? - 2.9k - PREQUEL - a very important guest is paying an unexpected visit to the club, but you're determined not to make that your problem.

her - 2.3k - PREQUEL P.2 - it's your problem.

two-faced - 2.3k - set in the morning after part 2 - a wake up call you aren't anywhere close to being appropriately dressed for.

go - 2k - atsumu starts a fight with suna, but kita is the one who ends it.

... tbc

bonus bits - #1

#listen i'm as mad as the rest of u that this is apparently a series now #yakuza!suna #suna x reader #suna x you #hq drabble #hq writing #writing

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hyqerfixation · 1 year

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WAITER SAT AT THE TABLE

-art by ringorenji88 on twitter.

OKKK YAKUZA PILLARS WE LOVE..

Kny boys Drabble NOT FINISHED..

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"oh shit for real? The pillars are here!? " the pianist asked in shock

"yeah u can see them in the vip seating on the other side of the casino"

"oh for fuck sakes, another fight is probably gonna happen some time soon. "

"you bet"

After hearing the two colleagues gossip Y/n placed her old hairbrush back into her bag.

“What the fuck are pillars?” Y/n thought.

The strip club was definitely something,a popular angle wing in the outskirts of the city of japan

But how could she describe this club?

Utter shit

Female hookers only had a little bit to get ready for their customers, and the bartenders had even less time to change into their uniforms and set the stools down before the casino gets ready

Too add on, the club didn't have a wonderful dressing room for performers to get "all dolled up," as many owners put it, so she dressed up in the ladies employees restroom as long with her female colleagues.

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"HELP Y/N I CANT ZIP MY DRESS UP AND I HAVE TO GO OUT ANY MINUTE!"

"ume calm down jesus fucking crist, Turn around ill do the zip."

Y/N zipped up the performers outfit, which was way more flashier then her skutty uniform.

"daki ur late ur supposed to be on stage letter A right now!"

Another performer exclaimed, rushing daki out of the females room.

"OKAY OKAY I'M COMING ALRIGHT" daki turned around to y/n who was also supposed to be out on her shift right now.

"LET'S MEET UP LATER MM K?"

Y/N sighed lightly while giving a suttle smile

"sure" y/n replied on her way to follow daki to the exit.

Y/n exited the bathroom, leaving her aftershow clothes in on the bathroom sink as long as her bag, and began shifting her fingerless gloves.

“I should’ve pretended to sick today smh” she thought.

"hey y/n! What's up w being late all the time. We could've had a smoke break together."

"i would of been here five minutes ago but I was helping your sister "

Y/ns workmate, also known to be gyutaro rolled his eyes as he gave y/n her note pad and biro pen.

"whatever dude, but come tell me when your on your next break so we can go smoke mm k?"gyutaro said

Y/N waved him goodbye as she slowly walked away.

"we could've talked longer if u came on the right fucking time."

"mm k!" y/n mimicked, taking notes how the siblings act like each other.

Y/N walked out of the bar counter and pushed a stool aside her to continue on to taking orders.

Yet while she looked around she noticed all her work mates avoided the back left,also known as the more "mightier side". Was there someone big there? But if it was someone famous there wouldn't everyone be offering to take their order?

It didn't make sense.

Y/N walked towards to back without a ponder. There wasn't anyone to take the people's orders since the waiters scurried to take their orders, as if they were avoiding a certain table.

'whatever this is; i need that bag, so I guess I'm just going to have to deal with whatever hits me.' y/n thought.

High heels clanked on the ground while y/n search for a table to assist, only for-

"y/n! Y/n!"

She turned around.

"sasumaru? What's up with you?"

Sasumaru was one of y/ns closet friends at the casino, besides the siblings. She wanted to be a volley ball player but failed at everything ever since she was put under house arrest.

"I'm begging you to do that vip table! All of us are to scared to do it!"

"Well why, its not like they are gonna try to kill u for getting their order wrong."

Sasumaru laughed sarcastically

"they tried to kill yahaba because he asked if they wanted ice in their drink!" sasumaru exclaimed, rocking y/n back and fourth by the collar.

"whatever, I'll do it" y/n dead panned

"Are u so sure after hearing what I just told u!" sasumaru panicked even more

"yes it's fine I'll just do what they say, no questions, no ice."

Sasumaru stopped and starred at y/n

"Now will you let me go?" y/n asked.

"AAAAA UR SO COOL Y/N!!! SO BRAVE TOO, JUST LIKE ME"

Y/N pulled sasumaru off her and continued to walk to the vip room

'if u were brave like me, u would be walking to the vip lounge' y/n giggled to her self.

"hey babe what's ur number?"

"look at the fat in her back!"

"I would smack that"

Y/N grumbled to her self about these comments, much to her dismay shes pretty much used to the cat calling here. The manager doesn't really give a shit about the treatment his female employees get here.

'tch, whatever. Fucking saddos'

Y/N walked to the vip table, no in closer inspection she saw a group of men.

Rich men.

Rich and powerful men.

How could y/n tell they were powerful? Doesn't the silent tables of men around them tell you enough? What about the employees refusing to serve any where over here? Is that enough?.

"what could I get for you guys" y/n asked carefully, remembering what happend to yahaba.

"finally someone flashy to help us order!" one of the men said. His hair silver white with magenta eyes that popped. Jewellery coated his body with a expensive tuxedo.

"can I please just have some water? I hope that's okay." the other man said, he was way more bigger then the others and had a red beaded necklace on, his eyes were-wait, is he blind?

"CAN I PLEASE HAVE SOME HOT WINGS" a booming voice asked, his eyes were orange and red, matching with his hair.

"shut the fuck up Kyojuro. I want a sex on the beach cocktail" another white haired male asked, his appearance way more scary then the others with his scars that show from his face to where the tuxedo is undone to show more scars.

"I want the same as sanemi!" the male from the start exclaimed again.

Y/N noted all of these

"anything else?"

"how about you darling?" the flashy man asked. y/n internally screamed inside.

"can uzui shut his mouth for ten seconds" the man known as uzui smacked the scar face beside him while the others laughed.

Y/N walked away when they finished their order.

Okay! Maybe they are a little bit imtimidating.

Yeah, especially when she realised she saw them on the news for murder half way through their order.

But it's fine. It won't bother her THAT badly. Would it?.

"what's up with you? You are all shaken up."

"I just realised I was taking the fucking pillars orders"

"Are you fucking stupid? Everyone knew that's why they stayed closer to the entrance."

Y/N clicked her tounge, she knew that she was stupid but she Just wanted some more money! Cut her some slack!

"I did hear the pianist talk about it outside of getting changed. I didn't really deep much into it though."

Gyutaro placed the drinks on a round black tray along with some hot wings.

"I mean it's your problem now, and to be honest if they didn't like you, you would have been dead by now."

Y/N awkwardly smiled, knowing shes fucked.

"yeah yeah whatever."

She grabbed the tray and started to walk back towards the mobsters

I mean are they really mobsters? even though how imtimidating they were, they somewhat respected you.

They respected you way more then other people you are close with.

"look at her body."

"she's hot."

"yo guys should I ask for her number?"

At this point y/n couldn't even hear the things that were said about her. She was too focused about the men on the Vip table. Is she scared? Incredibly. Is she going to act like nothings bothered her about them? Yes. She is.

The platform heels platters the floor, alarming the men on the table.

"I see your back so soon"

The bling guy said, clasping his hands together.

"took her time didn't she." the scarface complained, tapping his finger on the table.

"don't be so rude sanemi."

" and how the fuck am I being rude?!?"

Y/N placed their drinks down, ignoring how her body's shaking from the pillars infront of her.

"so lady! How long have you been working here?"

Y/N paused at what she was doing and looked up to the fire head who just asked her a question.

"just under a year."

Kyojuro nodded and smiled

"that's nice, you look so young though how old are you?"

Sanemi who sat on the edge of the table hanged his leg out

"I bet not a day over 19"

Y/N chuckled lowly, letting her guard down

"I'm 23"

Uzui spat his drink out

"HUH"

Gyomei smiled towards y/n, he felt comfortable around her arua.

He couldnt explain it, she just seems nice to hang around with.

Y/N chuckled again

"do I really look that young? -"

"NO WAY UR MY AGE"

Uzui shouted light heartily, maybe he could have a 4th wife.

"how about she sits down with us? Since u guys are obsessing over her like bitchy dogs."

Sanemi complained, true they were acting like dogs, but he would be lying if he didn't want to talk to y/n too.

"that's not a bad idea!" Rengoku exclaimed while tengen patterned on the the sofa like chair in between him and Kyojuro.

"how about you sit here precious?"

Y/Ns face paled, does she have a choice? I mean she doesn't mind sitting between them she's just worried her boss would think she's slacking off again.

"don't force her, remember she has a job to do." gyomei said to the two, for sanemi to agree

"I'll pay her to sit with me, her job is to get money from customers right? Come sit down with us darling."

Uzui said, while rengoku took a few papers out of his wallet.

"It's fine if you don't want to! We will still pay for our drinks." Rengoku re assured y/n.

Y/N smiled softly, forgetting her worries about any of them.

"cmon girl they will be asking all night if u don't say anything." sanemi grumbled, embarrassed of the two weirdos on the table with him.

"sure.but not for to long"

"BETTER THEN NOTHING!" Rengoku shouted, for uzui to nudge sanemi to move for y/n to get in.

Sanemi stood up and put his hand on her shoulder.

"come on uzui we don't have all day."

"Sorry my fatass Is making it harder to get out, I know you can't relate sanemi" uzui chuckled to make sanemi embarrassed. Y/n chuckled lowly, just to embarrass him more.

"whatever, in you get girl"

Y/N nudged over to Kyojuro, only to smile at each other while ignoring gyomei telling uzui to not body shame anyone.

"It's not my fault he fails at squats" uzui said nudging over to sit next to y/n

Which made her sandwiched between two physco extroverts who wears expensive tuxedos

Nothing else could get worse then it already is.

"so pretty face, what's your name?" sanemi asked, fed up of the name calling.

"I bet her name is really cool!"

"I bet its something snazzy"

Gyomei took a sip of his water and looked over to y/n

"whatever her name is, it would be beautiful."

Y/N was going to answer sanemis question once she had some of uzuis drink, that he offered her.

"my name is -"

"Y/N."

#demon slayer #yandere kimetsu no yaiba #anime #kny x reader #kny yakuza au #thank you dear anon #aesthetic #art #gaming #writing #rengoku x reader #sanemi x reader #uzui x reader #gyomei x y/n #kny x y/n #hashiras #upper moons #gyutaro and daki

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thetopichot · 6 months

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My roman empire is the fact that Auron legit KILLED Derek by fucking BEATING the absolute SHIT outta him then straight NAILED THAT MOFO ON THE DESK & then straight up went on a date afterwards & had the most heartwarming moment ever with Rook. I know that's not much, but I think about that shit at LEAST once a month.

#the cat speaks #yuurivoice #yuurivoice auron #damn this bitch has been doing so many side stories in the same fucking day #that some yakuza 0 type shit #also im still working on the fluff alphabet & im sorry its taking so long #shit has been happening to me like CRAZY #but i can tell ya one thing!#im almost done with alphonse #i have trouble writing characters that i dont talk on a daily basis 😭 im lazy & autistic #he is my roman empire #lol

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majimasleftasscheek · 1 year

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thinking about monster boys again...

#HOUGH GHGHKLSDGH MY BOYS MY SWEET TOOTHY BOYS #I should write out the story for this AU sometime or whatever #not like as a fic cuz my attention span is very bad lol but just some brainstorming #I just think they're cute 🥺#yakuza #ryu ga gotoku #kiryu kazuma #majima goro #saejima taiga #nishikiyama akira #kazumaji #tigerfish #my art #monster!au

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oh-warizoro · 8 days

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Can't stop thinking about a Zolu Mafia/Yakuza AU where Luffy is the heir to the Yakuza group and Zoro is his loyal dog and bodyguard.

Like it fits them so well?!! Zoro having a deadly reputation and Luffy not being taken seriously bc he acts silly and smiles a lot, but he's absolutely terrifying if you get on his wrong side!?? Argh I need it for yesterday.

#Are there any fics like this!!!??#zolu #yakuza au #mafia au #I can't stop thinking about it 😭 I can't write a decent Yakuza plot or I would #And yet there's already a 1k draft on my phone......#§mine

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brahkest-fr · 1 year

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another lil freak for my lair

her name is Babygorl and she has seasonal allergies

#never have I gene'd a dragon faster #I think she's gonna be a mailman or smth cuz my lore is just a tier above baby's first creative writing class #hi I'm still not dead just really lazy and still devoting my life to yakuza #also shiny hunting a lot in scarlet cuz I'm sick in the head #aether #flight rising #dragon share #giger alien #body horror #trypophobia #space gene

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dexlexia · 8 months

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heads that heal/hands that kill - law x reader

pairing: trafalgar d. law x reader rating: 18+ summary: It was late, around nine in the evening. Where most salarymen were heading home from the bars around the red light district, you were just an offshoot of there. You worked the night shift as a masseuse. The girls who worked during the day mostly gave it to older people or stiff businessmen. But when the neon lights of Kabukichō turned on, you got to work. tags: modern au, yakuza au, yakuza!law, masseuse!reader, pwp, smut, a bit of a long one, minor d/s, oral sex (f receiving), law likes dominate women

It was late, around nine in the evening. Where most salarymen were heading home from the bars around the red light district, you were just an offshoot of there. You worked the night shift as a masseuse. The girls who worked during the day mostly gave it to older people or stiff businessmen. But when the neon lights of Kabukichō turned on, you got to work.

You weren't like the women who worked within the district with other motives. You strictly worked one the muscles of sore underground fighters and other deviants of the law. They paid handsomely and you were getting paid extra working well into the early morning.

You let yourself into the building, hiked up to the top floor then put your belongings down. You went to the small kitchen in the back and grabbed instant noodles from the cupboard. With the kettle on, you threw whatever spices and hot sauces from the cabinet into the cardboard bowl. When the electric kettle whistled you poured the hot water into the bowl and placed your chopsticks over the lid to keep it shut.

You rubbed a small ache in your shoulder from being crouched over in your desk at your other job. It was quiet in the parlor, except for the chatter of the bustling city outside and the rattling of the air conditioning unit.

It was decent work, nothing too special. There were hundreds of women like you across Tokyo. Soon the noodles were soft and you sat in your massage room near the front. You sat by the bed and rested your cup of noodles onto the bed itself. You grabbed the clipboard with tonight's clients on it, and only found one name. But there was a line crossed through it with your boss' messy handwriting that read “CANCELED“. You guessed it would only be walk-ins tonight.

You didn't mind walk-ins. Usually it was tired Yakuza underlings who had been carrying heavy bags across the city all evening, or old business men needing an excuse to feel a woman's touch. Sometimes you get underground fighters with their sharp tongue beckoning you to come home with them. You always politely declined, citing that you had to be here till sunrise then sent them on their way.

You enjoyed your noodles in silence, letting the ambience of the city lull you into some peace and quiet. You happily ate the spicy noodles and relaxed in the rolling chair that you were seated on.

Then in your silence, there was a knock on the door.

You got up, threw the cardboard bowl out along with the chopsticks. You straightened out your blouse and skirt before you went over to answer the door. What you didn't expect to be on the other side of the door was a six foot three man, staring down at you. The first thing you noticed was that he looked dead tired.

”Um. Hello!” You chirped, “Thank you for choosing Wano Massage Parlor.” Then give your name and a slight bow.

The dark-haired man nodded, “Nice to meet you, got any spots open for a massage tonight? I'm lookin' to get some tension out of my shoulders. A friend recommended me here because you don't do happy endings. I just want a decent massage.”

You nodded, “Of course, sir!” You smiled at him, “Come with me.” Then beckoned him to your room. The air smelt like spicy noodles so you hastily lit a candle to help with relaxation. “Would you like something to drink, sir?"

”I'm fine. And call me Law.“ He nodded as he ran his fingers through his dark hair. You had to admit that seeing his knuckle tattoos were a little scary, ”Should I start taking my clothes off?“

You nodded, “Yes, si-Law... Law, sir.” You pushed your hair back out of your eyes, “You can strip down to your underwear, I'll be putting a shirt over your lower half.”

“Perfect, perfect.” He started to undo the suit he wore as he turned his back to you. Three pieces all black with minimal yellow detailing. Those tired eyes looked alluring as you watched him strip down.

You were curious as to what his profession was. What led him to your parlor in such a big city. He wasn't looking for sex, so your first guess was some business man. He looked young enough to be a fighter so that was an option too. But then you saw the back tattoo.

He dropped the button up shirt and your eyes locked with the tattoo. It wasn't the usual kind of yakuza tattoos, it was honestly not even one you had ever seen before. It was a Japanese Black Bear, the kind that lived in Honshu.

You fiddled with your uniform blouse as he looked over his shoulder at you, "I guess you've dealt with Yakuza before.“ You nodded in agreement, Law continued, “Don't worry, I won't hurt you. Like I said, I'm just here for a massage.” Your eyes followed down his back as he took off his dress pants. He then carefully folded up all the clothes into a neat pile on the nearby table.

He turned fully back to you and you got a look at his impressive tattoo on his front. The way the ink curved along his muscles, sun kissed skin made the black ink more alluring. You've never had a man this attractive in your parlor before.

You exhaled and nodded, you had to keep it professional, “Alright then, Law. Lie face down on the bed and I'll get started. You'll have to direct me where most of the tension is so I can give it most of my attention.”

“Lovely.” He said he laid face down on the bed and dropped his arms on either side. He exhaled deeply into the pillow and practically melted. It was as if he hadn't laid in bed in a few weeks.

You gained a bit of confidence, and tried to be personable, ”Now if it starts to hurt, don't start flailing. If you hit a masseuse it's a lifetime ban.“

Law chuckled into the pillow, “Are you going to realign my spine? Don't worry, beautiful, I'll keep my hands to myself.” His words were almost cheeky, you swore you could hear the smile in his voice.

You rolled up your sleeves and got the massage oil on your hands, “I don't know, with that posture I think you need more than a chiropractor.” Then you laid your hands on him, “Shoulders or lower back?”

“Shoulders.” He responded.

You started to work on his shoulders, you started off slow before you started to rub deep into the muscle. The noises that came from his mouth were unlike anything that should come out of a yakuza member.

“Oh~“ He groaned as he balled his fists. He tensed up before he relaxed.

”How are you feeling?“ You asked, ”You're very tense around here.“ You remarked as you worked your thumbs deep into the muscle. You could hear the popping of his back as you put all your strength into rubbing out every kink.

"Good. Good.” His voice was tight, “Never had a massage before, didn't know what to expect. But damn, this feels good. Feel like a new man.” He chuckled, but it was cut short by another groan.

“Well, I'm glad I could give you your first one. I guess the stress of the job has put your back in knots.” You chuckled as you leaned forward with each deep rub, ”Do you feel the tension leaving?“

“Yes.” He groaned as he visibly relaxed further into the bed. He ended up gripping the edge of the thin mattress to anchor himself as you dug your hands into his shoulder muscles.

“Good, good.” You smiled down. You were proud in moments like this, you could help someone visibly relax. Even if most clients worked for the underbelly of the city, they still deserved good service.

You watched him groan into the bed and he clenched then relaxed. He allowed you to touch his body this way, it was almost erotic the noises he was making as you worked your fingers into the muscle.

"This feels so good.“ He groaned, his voice muffled by the thin pillow under his head, he tensed up for a moment as you hit a particularly rough spot. But soon he was able to relax once more, the muscles in his shoulders and eventually lower back were relaxed. Not wound tight by stress and poor posture.

Soon his session was up, and Law admitted that he felt like a new man. He thanked you while you wiped the oil off his tattooed back and your hands.

"Can I admit something?“

”Sure.“ You replied.

”What you did to me has made me hard.“ He swallowed as you continued to wipe down his tattooed back.

Your hand stilled, ”Hasn't been the first time. I thought you didn't want a happy ending?”

“No, no. I'm not paying you for sex." He replied, ”I want to take you out to dinner and then fuck you. You're not a prostitute, you're an honest woman and I understand if you want nothing to do with a man like me but you've fixed my back, it's the least I could do.“

You put the towel down and leaned down into his ear, ”I don't sleep with clients, but since you were such a well behaved boy this session, maybe we can work something out.“

"A tiny woman bossing around a yakuza member?” He remarked, “I like your guts.”

“After the moaning you did on my table, I'd bet that you like women who aren't passive.” then dug your hand into a sweet spot on his back and his eyes rolled back in the overwhelming feeling.

You pulled away as he got up, he stood close to you and pressed you up against the beige wall of the room. He closed the gap between you too and dropped to his knees. His cock painfully hard in his striped underwear.

”You have a sharp tongue on you, don't you?“ He chuckled.

You stared up at him, ”I don't fear any man with tattoos who comes into my business.“ You placed a hand on his toned chest, ”Even the attractive ones.“

He smiled down at you before he took your chin in his hand and pulled you in for a kiss, ”I do owe you a thank you for saving my back.“ He said with his lips dangerously close to yours then pulled you in for a second kiss.

”I don't have any condoms.“ You admitted.

He stifled a laugh, ”Oh don't worry. Guys who only get off from shoving their dicks in a hole are weak. Now why don't you get out of that skirt onto the bed. I wanna make you scream.“ Then pulled away.

You chuckled at his vulgar comment, ”Well then, Mr. Law. Show me what you can do.“ Then you started to undo the zip of your dress. You let it fall to the floor, then toed out of your work shoes. You even gave him a little tease by undoing your blouse and exposing your breasts to him.

You got up onto the bed and he got between your legs, he was on his knees between them. He then slowly peeled off your panties and let them dangle on one ankle.

He smirked at the sight of your pussy, ”Too good.“ Then looked up at you, ”And I am keeping my promise. I said I didn't want a happy ending, but you deserve one.“

”Such a gentleman.Here I thought the Yakuza were ruthless.“

His smirk turned into a smile, ”Oh I am, after all I am the surgeon of death.“

You looked down at him in mild shock, you had heard so much about the surgeon of death. You leaned back and he gripped your thighs tightly. Your eyes met once more.

”Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you. Your hands heal, and I want them on me more often than not. My hands kill, but I won't kill you.“ He kissed your inner thigh so softly then gripped your thighs, “You're amazing.”

You swallowed back the bit of fear you carried in your chest before you reached out and touched his dark hair, “Alright then, do your worst.” Then your toes curled at the first sensation of his tongue along your clit. You gripped his hair tightly.

He chuckled between your legs before he continued his licks across your sex. You tried to wrap your legs around his head but his hands kept them apart so he had free range of your pussy.

“Shit, Law.” You whined. You only heard rumors about the surgeon of death. What those tattooed hands could do. He got his name from taking out a fellow yakuza member on the surgeon's table. The rumor had it that he didn't take the bullet out, but pushed it in deeper and sewed over it so there was no hope of the other man getting it out. Within a few days the man internally bled in his office in the eastern part of the city. So it was beyond strange to see the same man between your legs giving you oral pleasure as he continued his motions across your pussy.

The sounds filled the room of your loud moans as you gripped onto the white sheet of the massage bed. Your chest heavily rose and fell as you felt pleasure come over you like a heavy blanket. He was quite good at this, he went beyond good and into the territory of great or amazing.

“Law, ah!” You moaned as you continued to grip onto his dark hair, you rolled your hips in time with his licks. You almost screamed when his bottom teeth grazed your clit while causing you to also kick your legs out.

“So sensitive.” He chuckled, he rubbed his stubble up against your thigh, ”Like that? Like what I do to you?“

You nodded, your face felt flushed as he stared up at you.

”I guess I'll be coming back for more back rubs, huh? Then I'll repay you for your hard work on my body.“ His voice went low before he went back to lapping at your pussy. His tongue traveled everywhere along your sex.

The sensation was overwhelming as you felt pleasure crash over you. You gripped tightly onto the bed and tried to get more pleasure from him by rolling your hips. You had never done something like this before in your line of work!

And then like an avalanche, your climax hit you. Your voice became tight as you gripped onto his head once more and slammed his face into your pussy as you came on it. Then you went lax, all the fight left your body.

”wow.“ He said.

You nodded and looked down at him. He was resting on his heels and wiped his face free of your slick. His pupils were wide as he looked up at you. You felt emboldened as you gazed down at him.

You reached out for him once more and gripped his hair. You said two words as more of a statement than a question, ”Next round?“

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