Yakuza x Reader (Mainly Majima)

Goro Majima - Fighting

Mopping his hands of blood with cotton wool, he let you do it despite the searing pain. He'd really fucked himself up this time, but kept it behind the gloves in front of his kids so they didn't grow concerned.
"I should be telling Hikaru-kun to stop fighting, not you," you sighed, carefully inspecting the damage on his fingers and abdomen. "I think you should have stayed in the hospital, you're cut pretty deep."
Pulling you close, he pressed his lips to yours, seeking comfort initially. You were more than happy to reciprocate, winding your arms either side of his neck and feeling his freshly shampooed hair between your fingers. He'd only been gone for four days, but it felt like a lifetime when you'd received the call from one of his lackeys that he was mortally injured.
Hiking the hem of your top up, things were just starting to get heavy when little feet pattered down the creaky stairs, interrupting.
"Whaddaya think, Bear or Mite?"
"What I think is you need to stop fighting," you whispered with a sleepy smile, placing a smacker on the tip of his nose before packing the medicine kit away, pulling your top down in the process. He wanted to tell you exactly what happened, but he knew you would freak out.
The intruder showed themselves as Ren, the youngest Majima, bleary-eyed with sleep.
"Daddy?"
"C'mere, my little Mite"
Offering his arms out, the child ran and clambered into his father's lap, snuggling himself into the man's warmth, seemingly uninterested by the obvious wounding on his torso. (And unable to notice the obvious grimace of pain in his face when he climbed up onto him.)
"Daddy, where did you go?"
This poor child. His poor family always took the brunt of his stupidity. Sighing, Majima attempted to get himself together, holding the little boy even closer.
"I've been at work to make us some money."
"But your hands are all scratchied Daddy," he said, feeling along the scars and scabs of his hands. "Do you work at a fight school?"
"Nah, it's 'cause I've been fightin' bad guys!" he screeched lowly, lifting his son up and pretending to throw him above his head despite the searing agony in his middle. Relishing in his son's lilted giggles, he brought him close again, opting to take a seat with him on his knee. "I work in a big house for a lady who wears a kimono. And she said 'Daddy, ya gotta go find the fierce dragon in the batting centre, but he only comes out if you take something very special from him'."
Leaning in the doorway, you imagined there was some truth to what he was saying.
"Did you take something? What was it?!"
"I took a flower. A precious little flower to coax him out of where he was hidin'." Pausing, he tried to think of some way to end the story, his little boy encouraging him for more.
"The dragon gave up 'n' went home. 'Cause I got brats of my own tucked up in bed."
You had overheard the conversation, but pretended not to as you returned to where Majima was sat.
"Aww, couldn't you sleep, Honey?" you smiled, nuzzling noses with your youngest son. "I know you've missed Daddy but you definitely won't be sleeping after one of his tall tales."
"I got brats of my own younger than her, Kazuma. I wouldn't hurt her. But orders are orders."
Majima imagined that poor little girl wouldn't be sleeping well after what he and his men put her through. Damn Shimano. There wasn't a decent bone in that man's body. Majima may have tried to treat her as nicely as possible but the whole situation was just so utterly fucked up. She was terrified of him and rightly so.

"I think it's bedtime now. Say nighty night Mommy."
"Do you want me to carry him up? Your side-"
"Nah, it's alright, Babe. Get off to bed. I'll be through soon."
Pecking each other twice, he managed to coax another out of you and refused to let you go like a dog protecting it favourite toy, much to the little boy's childish disgust.
"Stop kissing Mommy, that's gross!"
"Oh, did you want some kisses too?" you asked before double teaming his chubby little face with a barrage of smooches.
"Try not to wake up Hikaru-kun. Goodnight."
Majima carried the little boy up and took his time placing him into bed, being sure he felt safe and secure before ambling towards his own room and flopping down onto the mattress.
"Ughh," he groaned, letting a deep breath out in bed and just allowing pain to circulate his body. "I've really done myself in this time. Jesus."
"You still never told me how it happened."
Grunting, he put his arm over his eyes, avoiding the question. He often took a little working on to spill it, so you smoothed his jaw out with your fingers, gently massaging the area as you kissed his lips.
"Majima."
He whined a little in response, ignoring you and instead enjoying the attention.
"Majima..."
Your fingers moved down his neck and over his chest, sensitive spots tickling under your touch.
"Baby, 'm tryna sleep."
"Majima."
No response. You were sick of being nice now.
"MAJIMA!"
"Y/N, what?" He hissed, leaping up.
"How did you get this wound?!"
"I thought I told Nishida not to tell you."
"He didn't. He made that very clear. The doctor wouldn't even tell me anything because you're an idiot," you ranted, flicking his nose. "And wouldn't stay in hospital."
"It ain't that serious."
"What is it?"
"I got stabbed."
"Stabbed?! By who?!"
"Quit askin' questions 'n' go to sleep."
"Fine. Whatever."

Usually you slept up against his back, but you had been so adamant you didn't want to hurt him while he was in such a state, he just reversed the order himself when he was finally ready to sleep. He enjoyed sleeping big spoon sometimes, it gave him a confidence boost and reminded him of what he worked to protect. Shuffling right up beside you, he moved your hair so it wasn't in his way, squishing his hooked nose into the crook of your shoulder to inhale the familiar scent of your skin. The movement woke you up briefly, sending you into a state of panic that he pacified immediately. Your elbow shot back but was caught, since he was looking for it.
"Watch your elbows, sweetheart," he murmured, pushing it away so you could get comfortable without hurting him. Strong, protective arms slunk around you pulling you close.
"I told you I didn't want to accidentally hurt you-"
"Ya won't if ya don't wriggle. I just wanna snuggle."
"You pick your fuckin' moments," you mumbled, half asleep.
Clumsily kissing the nape of your neck, he angled one more against your shoulder to make up for it.

Eventually, the snuggles fizzled out and the school run had to be done, so you left Majima to sleep some more whilst you got the kids ready and took them out.
Upon returning, he was up and dressed.
"Good morning," you smiled, expecting a quick peck but receiving a heated, longing kiss instead.
"Think you're on your way out or something?" you asked jovially, turning your back to him to prepare the kitchen for breakfast.
"Nah, this shit just hurts. I wanna sexy nurse to take care of me."
"Well, if you find one you like, tell me how much it is and maybe I'll hire her."
"Hmm, ya don't need to hire anyone, 'cause I'm looking at her," he ripped lowly beneath a smirk, slapping your cheek hard enough to clap. Armed with a tea towel, you whipped the skin that wasn't bandaged, but the man was still quick in battle. It was scary, really. He blocked you mainly, getting in tiny strikes here and there. Frustrated, you stomped your feet playfully since he caught every single one of your attacks.
"You're gettin' better," he marvelled as you psyched yourself up, unfortunately looking to your side in the process. Sidling up to you at the speed of light, he gripped your wrist with one hand and the end of the towel with another, pushing it against your throat enough to restrict airflow a little. It surprised you enough to jump, but not to scream.
"What're you-?"
"Never take your eye off the enemy, sweetheart. I've taught you this."
"I wasn't playing anymore!"
"Still would'a killed ya, Babe."
Removing your noose with a hum of disapproval, you let it flop down instead of spinning it like a whip.
"Ugh. A 'little' stab wound didn't kill you," you teased, continuing to dry some dishes.
"I must be special. Special enough for my own damn nurse!"
"You're definitely special, alright."