#ryu ga gotoku x reader

[melonsodypop]

Hi! How about some silly fluff? Yakuza men and playing pocky game with them? uwu Thank you!

yakuza men and playing the pocky game with them !

✾ pairing - kazuma kiryu, goro majima, taiga saejima, shun akiyama, y0!akira nishikiyama, daigo dojima, ryuji goda/reader (all seperate)

✾ tags - gender neutral reader, fluff, suggestiveness in some sections

✾ a/n - ur brain is so huge because this is SUCH a cute idea and i would've never come up with it on my own :,3 <33 fluff is a bit harder for me to write so it's a little shorter than my other posts but i hope you all still enjoy !!

✾ kazuma kiryu 🐉

when you suggest playing it, bro just hits you with a blank stare

"what... is that?"

you decide just to give him a visual of what you mean by taking the stick out and putting it between your teeth

his eyes widen a little when you point at the other end of it and tell him to bite it

you can almost see the gears turning in his head. he's starting to get the point

you're fully expecting him to turn you down when he nods, that determined gleam he always has still in his eyes. "fine. i just need to bite down here, right?"

he feels ridiculous when he bends down and catches the pocky stick between his teeth, but when your hand comes up to cup his jaw and you bite a little closer his focus zeroes in entirely on you

you can practically see the way his pupils dilate when he takes his turn to bite, the increasing closeness of your lips driving him up the damn wall

it only takes another flutter of your eyelashes and an infuriatingly small nibble on your end before kiryu's biting down hard, snapping the stick between your mouths and just pressing his lips to yours

his hand comes up to cradle the back of your neck, his frustration pouring into the kiss before he finally softens, pulling away to look you in the eyes

the tips of his ears are a bright red, and his brow is furrowed in the way it does when he's thoroughly embarrassed

"that... wasn't half bad," he mutters, "but if you wanted to kiss me... you could've just asked"

despite his fluster, he can't get the image of you so close to him with the little treat between your lips and the taste of chocolate on his tongue when you kissed out of his head for the next week

✾ goro majima 🐍

his lips curl in interest when you ask him to play the game with you

you don't know HOW but he somehow already knows what it is, preemptively taking a stick from the box in your hands and putting the end between his teeth

waggles his eyebrows at you and guffaws when you get embarrassed

"aren't you the one who suggested it, babydoll? don't get all shy on me now"

bends down and slings an arm lazily around your shoulders when you take the other end into your mouth

keeps eye contact with you almost the entire time, his good eye gleaming with satisfaction at being this close to you

every turn he takes is a short little bite, determined to draw this out as looong as possible

it's just a good excuse to stay close to you, anyways

the smirk on his lips only grows when your lips are mere centimeters apart, his hand sliding up to gently hold your chin in place

he can tell his proximity is starting to get to you, the air thick with the scent of tobacco and his expensive cologne

but neither of you are the type to back down, returning his barely-there bites with your own

majima's the one to kiss you at the end, his grip on your chin tightening ever so slightly

when he parts, he licks his bottom lip to get the bit of chocolate left there, never resisting a chance to rile you up a bit

"well, wasn't that a treat? hey - how many are left in there, doll? i'm thinkin' i might wanna play a few more rounds"

✾ taiga saejima 🐅

oh boy good LUCK trying to convince this man to play

he has no idea what it is when you suggest it, and after you explain it he's still not really sold

he's not a huge fan of sweets in the first place, plus if he wanted to kiss you he just would do it

he'll grumble and brush you off when you whine and try to convince him

that is, until he catches the puppy eyes you're giving him

well, fuck. how is he supposed to say no to that

he can't even look you in the eyes when he bends his head down to bite the end of the pocky, the corner of his lips twitching when the chocolate starts to melt on his tongue

caresses the back of your head gently as you crane your neck up to look at him

you take your turn first, saejima's eyes trained on the way your lips wrap around the stick

you can feel his hand's grip tighten slightly on the nape of your neck, his jaw tensing

lets out a hiss through his teeth when you look up at him, expecting him to take his turn

everything about you - your eyes trained upwards at him, the pout of your lips, the way your eyebrows furrow in confusion at his reluctance to take his bite

a grumble comes from his chest before he's reaching up with his other hand to snap the stick in two, crashing his mouth onto yours

his kiss is hungry, his hands on your body possessive and firm

when he pulls away, he's shaking his head, an uncharacteristic blush on his usually stoic face

"fuckin' hell, can't focus when ya look at me like that," he grumbles, pulling you to his chest and pressing an apologetic kiss to the top of your head for ruining your little game

✾ shun akiyama 💵

cocks an eyebrow at you when you suggest it, an interested smile pulling at the corner of his lips

"y'know, babe, if you wanted to kiss me, you could just ask"

relents as soon as you pout and say it's more fun this way

leans back in his chair and pats his thigh, his ever-present smug look as he invites you into his lap

is the one to pull the stick from the box in your hands, placing it lazily between his lips like a cigarette

raises his eyebrows expectantly at you as you stammer and splutter, one hand lazily resting on your hip and his other arm across the back of the couch

"c'mon, sweetheart - it's just you n' me, nothing to be embarrassed about"

his smirk grows as you bite down on the other end, an amused laugh rumbling in his chest

uses his hand not on your hip to cup your face, guiding you a little closer to him as he takes his turn to bite

probably winks at you at some point while you're taking a turn just to fluster you even more

teases you by moving his head back when you try to finally lean in and kiss him

he can't help but tease you - he's always thought the way you pout is so, so cute

he finally closes the gap between you two once you've pouted enough, tilting your face up so he can kiss you deeply

his chest swells with affection when you grasp at the lapels of his suit jacket, chuckling as he pulls away just to leave another affectionate peck on the tip of your nose

"have i ever told you how cute you are?"

he has, many times - but he'll tell you again and again, peppering your face with kisses until you're laughing and telling him to stop

✾ akira nishikiyama 🎏

smirks when you walk up to him with the stick in your mouth, already knowing where you were going with this

"alright, you're on"

probably complains that you took the frosted side for yourself

holds you by the hips as he bites down on his end, cocking an eyebrow at you suggestively

he's trying to look you in the eyes, he really is - but he can't take the way off your lips, the way they're so prettily wrapped around the stick making his mind wander

you can tell when nishiki's distracted, and a little idea forms in your head

he's dragged back down to reality when he hears the snap of the pocky breaking between the two of you

he lets out a choked noise of surprise as you pull him down to press your lips to his

his eyes flutter shut as he finally lets himself relax into the kiss

he can taste the remnants of melted chocolate on your lips and your tongue, his brow furrowing slightly as tilts your chin up so he can kiss you deeper

there's a slight smirk on his lips when you pull away, letting out an amused scoff

"you cheated, you little-"

he doesn't even let himself finish the sentence before he's tugging you close by the hips to kiss you again

playfully wraps his arms around your shoulders and keeps you pinned against him, peppering your face with kisses as punishment for your betrayal

doesn't stop until you're both laughing so hard that you're tearing up, nishiki picking you up by the waist and spinning you around

"you're lucky i love you so much, you little minx"

✾ daigo dojima ⚔️

you can practically see the steam come out of daigo's ears when you ask him to play the game with you

he's never really been one for such... cheeky gestures of affection

but if you really want it, he supposes he'll have to oblige despite his embarrassment

it's not like he's unfamiliar with the game, anyways - he's frequented enough cabaret clubs in his white puffer jacket era to see every lovey-dovey little game there is

surprisingly, he takes the initiative to put the pocky in his mouth first, gently pulling you closer by the waist

"well? this is what you wanted, isn't it?" he asks through his teeth

a bit of his reluctance is shaved away when he actually sees you bite down on the other end, your proximity intoxicating

it's subtle, but you know him well enough to recognize the gleam of interest in his eyes

plays by the rules, politely waiting for his turn and biting down a respectable amount

that is, until you guys get about three inches apart and he suddenly takes a way larger bite than before, forcing his lips to be a breath's away from yours

he keeps his facial expression neutral as he watches you flounder, caught off-guard by his sudden playfulness

he raises his eyebrows at you expectantly - he's not saying it verbally, but you know he's challenging you

he watches every little twitch of your eyebrows and dart of your eyes with amused intrigue, interested in what you were gonna do next

he's pleasantly surprised when you take the initiative to bite down the rest of the pocky, your soft lips melding against his

he cradles your face in his hands gently, moving his lips slowly against yours

presses your foreheads together when you part, wrapping you up tightly in his arms and swaying you back and forth

"you always manage to surprise me, darling"

✾ ryuji goda 🐲

his brows furrow when you suggest the pocky game to him

"eh? what the hell is that?"

watches you intensely as you explain it - you almost change your mind about asking because he seems so disinterested

once you're done, he laughs out loud, amused greatly by the thought of such a silly little game

like saejima, he doesn't really see the point in doing a little song and dance before kissing, but hell if he'll back away from a challenge

"heh, sounds fuckin' dumb. let's do it"

has one hand tightly on your hip and the other slung around your shoulders as he bites down on the other end of the pocky

he can't help but snicker at the situation, his sharp canines gleaming in the light

you nod, indicating for him to take his turn first

but you're taken by surprise when he just bites off the rest of the pocky, his lips firmly pressed against yours

he laughs at the surprised expression on your face when he pulls away, always endlessly entertained by all the ways he can surprise you

"what's wrong, doll? ya never told me how far i could or couldn't bite"

can't help but ruffle your hair when you pout up at him, laughing gruffly

presses a kiss to each of your cheeks to placate you, satisfaction swelling in his chest when he makes you smile again

[hifumi-123]

When you give him a Kabedon

Kabedon-when one character forces another against the wall with one hand or leans against the wall and makes the sound of "don"

Characters: Majima, Nishiki, Daigo, Ryuji, Mine

Majima Goro

After you corner Majima against the wall, he raises an eyebrow, looking at you with a puzzled expression. "Y/n-chan, what are you doing? Is this some new way of collecting debts?"

His question leaves you momentarily speechless. After sighing, you explain, "This is called 'Kabedon.' I saw the male lead do this to the female lead on TV."

Majima chuckles, crossing his arms and wearing a mischievous smile. "So you saw someone do this on TV and decided to try it on me, Y/n-chan?"

"Don't you like it?" you ask.

Majima laughs again, a hint of mischief in his smile. He gazes into your eyes, mischief dancing in his visible eye. "Of course, I like it. There's no man who doesn't enjoy being cornered by a woman. Except maybe Kiryu."

He straightens up, moving closer to you, his tall figure looming over you, closing the distance between you two. His mischievous smile grows wider as he continues, "But tell me... what did that male lead do next on TV?"

"Uh, well..."

Seeing you stutter, Majima chuckles softly once more, leaning in closer until his face is just centimeters away from yours. In a low, seductive voice, he whispers in your ear, his warm breath tickling your skin, "You should watch more TV, Y/n-chan. There's a lot more for you to learn."

Suddenly, he wraps his arms around your waist, turning you around and Kabedon-ing you against the wall. His arm rests beside your head, almost pressing his entire body against yours.

Leaning in even closer, his body now firmly against yours, pinning you to the wall. Majima's mischievous smile transforms into a seductive one as his face inches closer, allowing you to feel his breath against your lips.

"After a Kabedon, this is what should come next, right, Y/n-chan?"

Nishikiyama Akira (Yakuza 1)

In the office of the Nishikiyama Family's patriarch, you suddenly take a step forward, slamming both hands against the wall, kabedonning Nishikiyama in the corner. You expected this sudden move to startle Nishikiyama, maybe even see a blush on his face, but instead, he breaks into a bright smile.

"Hmm... more." Nishikiyama says.

You pause, thinking Nishikiyama is mocking you, and quickly retract your arms, saying, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that... that's enough."

Just as you're about to step back, Nishikiyama suddenly reaches out and cups your face. His smile remains, but his gaze turns dangerously intense.

"If you dare to let go…" Nishikiyama says softly, his tone carrying an unmistakable threat.

A chill runs down your spine. It dawns on you that you may have misunderstood something, and more importantly, you seem to have angered someone you shouldn't have.

Goda Ryuji

You slam your palm heavily against the wall, attempting to trap the burly blond man in front of you between yourself and the wall. However, your "prey" doesn't seem too impressed.

Ryuji quirks his lips slightly, the scar on his upper lip contorting along with his smile, looking at you with a mischievous expression. His roguish grin leaves you slightly irritated.

"How can you call this a kabedon with this little strength?" Ryuji chuckles lightly, his tone tinged with a hint of teasing.

You freeze, not expecting your carefully planned "offensive" to be so easily defused. Just as you're at a loss, Ryuji suddenly leans in close, his warm breath brushing against your ear.

"Let me show you what a real kabedon is like..."

Before you can respond, Ryuji swiftly lifts you onto his shoulder.

"Wait, what?! How?!" you ask in a flustered manner.

Without any answer, Ryuji strides purposefully towards a room not far away.

Dojima Daigo

You pushed him against the wall without hesitation. Your arm propped next to Daigo's face, trapping the Sixth chairman of the Tojo Clan firmly between yourself and the wall.

Daigo froze, a hint of confusion flickering in his deep eyes. He furrowed his brows slightly and asked calmly, "What are you doing?"

A smug smile played on your lips, mischief glinting in your eyes. You whispered, "I'm giving you a kabedon."

Daigo blinked, seemingly processing the information. After a moment, he nodded slightly and replied seriously, "Ah, I see." He then maintained the position without any further reaction.

Your smile faltered as you incredulously stared at the man before you, still calm. You sighed in resignation, saying, "You're as dense as a rock..."

Daigo just tilted his head, sporting a puzzled expression.

As you were about to give up and retract your arm, Daigo suddenly moved. His action was swift and fluid, leaving you no time to react. In the blink of an eye, the positions between you two had switched.

Now it was Daigo who kabedoned you against the wall. His arm propped near your ear, body slightly leaning forward, his face mere inches from yours. Uncertainty flickered in Daigo's eyes as he tilted his head and asked, "Is this how it's done? Is this the kabedon?"

Your eyes widened, completely caught off guard by Daigo's uncharacteristic move. Your heart raced, a blush creeping onto your cheeks involuntarily. You opened your mouth but found yourself at a loss for words.

Daigo noticed the blush on your face. Frowning, he reached out and gently placed his hand on your forehead. His palm was cool, a stark contrast to your flushed face. Daigo asked seriously, "Why is your face so red? Are you running a fever?"

Feeling the warmth of Daigo's hand, your heart raced even faster. "I'm not running a fever...! It's... it's just really hot in here!"

At that moment, a knocking sound interrupted the delicate atmosphere between the two in the Chairman's office. Daigo slowly lowered his arm and stepped back. He looked at you, a hint of elusive emotion flashing in his eyes, and softly said, "I should get back to work."

You nodded and left his office. The events of moments ago replayed in your mind, a smile unconsciously tugging at your lips.

Mine Yoshitaka

You took a deep breath, mustering up the courage to gently push Mine against the wall. Your palm pressed against the cold surface, fingertips trembling slightly. Mine's breath was close, and you could smell a faint woody cologne on him. Looking up at him, you found his gaze direct, deep, and unreadable.

Mine's expression remained calm, but his voice was low and magnetic, "Are you kabedon-ing me?"

His calm response immediately made you flustered. Your cheeks felt hot, heart racing. You stammered, "Y-yes..." Your voice was softer than you had anticipated, almost a whisper.

Mine tilted his head slightly, murmuring to himself, "Kabedon huh..." His gaze grew deeper, as if contemplating something.

Suddenly, everything changed. Before you could react, Mine swiftly switched your positions. Your back hit the cold wall, making you inhale sharply. His arm propped near your ear, his palm against the wall, almost enveloping you completely.

You felt his thigh lightly pressing between yours, not in a crude manner but as a suggestive hint. Your breathing became rapid, heart beating even faster.

Leaning down, his lips almost touching your ear, his breath brushing against your skin, sending shivers down your spine involuntarily. His voice was low, magnetic, almost a whisper, "This way, it feels more imposing, doesn't it?"

I feel like majima would kabedon you like this:

And this is Masato and ichiban:

[dem1verse]

𝕽𝐘𝐔 𝐆𝐀 𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐔

❪ 𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅; ❀ ━ 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓; ➵ ━ 𝐃𝐀𝐑��; ★ ❫

━━━━━━━━ ﹆   TOJO CLAN

𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒔

𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔

━━━━━━━━ ﹆   OMI ALLIANCE

𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒔

𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔

━━━━━━━━ ﹆   YOKOHAMA LIUMANG

𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒔

𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔

━━━━━━━━ ﹆   GEOMIJUL

𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒔

𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔

[linkuei-scum-without-s]

text headcanons with Yakuza boysss~ Kiryu kazuma :

Nishikiyama Akira:

Ichiban Kasuga:

Masayoshi Tanimura:

Tatsuo Shinada:

Ryuji Goda:

Goro Majima:

Daigo Dojima:

Shun Akiyama:

Mine Yoshitaka (if you left him on read for five seconds-)

Bonus: Goromi:

[quartzalynlove]

Dating Goro Majima Would Include

Pairing: Majima x fem! Reader

Summary: dating our favorite crazy eyepatch man

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

WARNINGS: N/A

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

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

Or getting random clothes he wants to see you in

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

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

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

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

Definitely shows you off

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

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

No one that values their life that's for sure

Kisses are sloppy and open mouth

I swear all that junk food has him nutrient deficient

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

But he lives for all that soft crap

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

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

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

He'd play into the dog thing

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

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

Head scratches, curling in your lap

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

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

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

Physical touch is definitely his second biggest love language

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But that may be his most insane fantasy yet

[gladoswantscake]

Just a Scratch - Goro Majima x Reader

Summary: This wasn't the first time he came home in the middle of the night beaten up.

Warnings: Minor spoilers from Kiwami 1

Available on AO3

The outside of Kamurocho's bright neon city lights shined warmly through your bedroom curtains as you slept. Tonight was quiet. Too quiet and lonely. Tonight was one of those nights when you couldn't fall asleep. You roll over to stare at the empty spot on the other side of the bed; desolated and cold. It lacked your lover. Nighttime was when you longed for him the most. You only ever get to see him when he leaves for work and when he comes home at night. Going many hours each day without seeing him makes you yearn for his presence. A good day is when Majima comes home to you.

Of course, being a patriarch has more responsibilities and also requires him to attend to more important matters. He'd be lucky if he was able to come home before dusk. But that was rare.

You roll back over to your side to glance at the clock. Almost midnight. You'd only been in bed for nearly two hours and not a feeling of drowsiness hit you. At least he'll be home anytime now. You make an attempt to try to sleep.

Not even ten minutes in and the sound of three loud knocks erupts you from your sleep. The noise startles you as you sit up quickly, feeling your heart pacing rapidly. The continuous loud knocking begins to strike a nerve in you.

"Alright... Alright..." You shout as you sluggishly get out of bed.

You drag yourself to the front door, rubbing your face as you unlock the deadbolt and the knob. Upon opening the door stood Majima; beaten and bruised up.

What shocked you even more was his new attire: A dirty pink bodycon dress with torn fish net stockings, tousled blond wig, and press-on nails. The makeup was surprisingly well-kept on his face despite how badly wounded the rest of his body was.

You then remembered this morning before he left, he spoke to you about an idea he had in mind to lure Kiryu: If there was one thing that many men loved, it was women.

But you didn't expect Majima to come home dressed as a hostess.

"Sorry if I woke ya up. I lost my key."

You took no time to pulling him into your home. "What the hell happened to you this time?"

Majima follows you from behind, removing and tossing the pink high heels onto the floor at the front door in the process. A sly grin appears on his face. "I uh, got my butt beat again by Kiryu-chan." He follows you into the bathroom.

Ever since Kiryu got out of prison, Majima has been coming up with weird ideas.

Majima sits on the seat of the toilet. He watches as you dig through the cabinet searching for your medical supplies. It felt like a ritual to patch him up every time he came home injured. He never complained once about it. He secretly enjoyed being doctored up by you. Physical touch was a love language of his.

You set out bandages, rubbing alcohol, and pads on the sink then leaving in search for a bath towel in the bedroom.

"I thought Goromi would have been the perfect hostess to make him swoon." He removes the messy blond wig. "Almost had him too!"

"Maybe he's not into buff women." You shout from outside of your bedroom.

As Majima waits for your return, he begins to undress himself. The tight fabric of the dress was making it impossible for his fingertips to reach the zipper. Even trying to pull the dress downward didn't budge. "What a goddamn pain." He grumbles. "Who the hell makes these dresses where ya can't even get out of?!"

You quickly return to him, unzipping the dress for him revealing. Large bruises already forming on his bare back.

"Thank you, doll." He sighs in relief.

"This has to be the most uncomfortable thing I've ever worn." He removes the pink thong before wrapping a towel around his waist. "Do ya think pink looks good on me?" He jokes.

"I think it accentuates your figure." You glance up at him. A faint bruise was starting to appear on his jaw and a few scrapes scattered amongst his face.

"I'm sorry your idea didn't go as planned." You remove his eyepatch before getting started. Your hands cups both sides of his cheeks to examine the damage. You then reach for the gauze wipe then the alcohol. After lightly dousing the wipe, you cautiously dab his face.

"Ah, don't be sorry. I had fun." He winces at the feeling of the alcohol wipe stinging his cheek. "You should'ave seen Kiryu blushin'." He chuckles softly.

"So Goromi, huh?"

Majima laughs to himself. "Oh yeah. Now that you reminded me. I gotta a great story to tell ya."

After disposing the used gauze and band aids, you return to him to observe his beaten face. The condition was slight better than it was prior.

"I'm worried for you."

"How so?"

"I'm worried that one of these nights you won't come home."

"Aw Y/N-chan..." His voice trails. His hands roam up your waist. "Don't be havin' those thoughts, besides it feels like I only took a scratch." He gives you a reassuring smile.

"I get that you enjoy fighting, but there's only so many times you can do it before something bad happens to you."

Majima sighs. His hands move to your wrists, taking them in his hands. "Darlin' I've told you many times I can't quit. It ain't no easy job. Hell, I've been a yakuza my whole life and I'm still kicking."

Majima was extremely defensive when it came to you preaching concern about his brawling habits. There was no way he was backing down something that he enjoyed doing. But with what you said was true. All the times he got into conflict, the thought of him ending up dead never crossed his mind. He had gotten an earful from you when he came home from the hospital a couple of weeks ago when one of his subordinate's accidently stabbed him. He could see why an incident like that concerned you for his safety.

"I may have some cuts and bruises, but I'm still here. I ain't goin' nowhere. I promise."

"Promise?"

He pulls you into his lap. "As long as come home to see my Y/N-chan." His lips peck yours, leaving a faint lipstick stain on your lips.

Your hand runs through his messy undercut. "I'll be waiting for you in bed."

"You're not gonna join me?" He whines. "I haven't seen my Y/N-chan all day."

You took your time contemplating the idea.

"At least let me return you the favor." He purrs. "I gotta show how much I appreciate all that you've done for me."

[lemonxdaisybby]

Hi! Can I also ask for lingerie headcanons for Kiryu, Daigo, Majima, Saejima and Watase?

Round 3 of surprising them with lingerie ✨

It’s been a while since I played Y5, and I honestly can’t remember a lot about Watase, so I have left him out of this one as I’m scared I’ll absolutely butcher his character - I’m so sorry. I’m planning on replaying Y5 once I’m finished Judgement and Y6 (which I’ve just started replaying now too), so maybe then I’ll post some hcs for him!

Thank you for the ask, enjoy 💕

Kiryu:

Cute angel Kiryu would be so flustered and shook, coming home to find you waiting for him in lingerie. His eyes would widen, and he’d take a sharp intake of breath, his eyes slowly taking you in. He’d pull a classic Kiryu move, and attempt to look away, acting all respectful, even though the outfit is clearly for him. He’d just be so flustered, his brain would temporarily stutter, and he wouldn’t quite know how to react.

You’d likely have to approach him, gently taking hold of his chin and angling his face to look down at you, letting him know that it’s okay. He’d be so turned on seeing you all dressed up for him, and he would gradually get over his flustered state once he begins to take you in more, his gaze studying every inch of you.

You’d have to guide him to the bedroom, and then start leaving soft kisses on his neck, jaw and lips. He’d soon start responding back to your touch, once the initial shock has worn off. Kiryu is a total switch, he’s naturally more dominant, but is more than happy to let you take the lead at times too, and this would be one of those instances. He’d just be in awe of you to be honest, so you’d need to take control and tell him what you want him to do, and he’d be quick to oblige.

Kiryu likely would prefer more classy types of lingerie, like a silk chemise or babydoll. Something that covers you a little, but still shows enough skin to really get his heart racing. He also is a boob man, so something low cut that gives him a teasing view of your breasts would really have him heated.

Daigo:

Daigo would definitely be pretty flustered coming home to find you in your lingerie, more so because of how unexpected it is. He’d attempt to ask you what’s going on, but he’d stutter, and his cheeks would be the prettiest pink colour. Who knew the chairman of the Tojo Clan could be rendered speechless this easily?

He’d gather himself pretty quickly, his eyes raking over you as you walk towards him, grabbing his tie and pulling him in for a deep, heated kiss. He’d respond very eagerly, one hand burying itself deep in your hair, whilst the other takes hold of your waist, pulling you to him as close as possible.

Once in the bedroom, your lingerie will probably come off fairly quickly, however if you’re wearing stockings he may request that you leave them on. He thinks your legs look so sexy in them. Daigo would also be a complete sub when it comes to you wearing lingerie, as he is completely under your spell. It won’t be long before he’s a quivering, groaning mess beneath you.

Daigo would probably adore full lingerie sets on you. For example, a basque, matching thong, a garter belt, and stockings. He would find lace material so attractive, and also it feels nice under his touch, so anything lacy will get you bonus points.

Majima:

You just know that with Majima, his reaction is going to be very over the top and dramatic. He’s not used to surprises, especially not ones like this. He would freeze as soon as he spots you, his eye widening dramatically. He’d probably yell out a ‘whaaaaat?’ in surprise.

Once over the initial shock, which would happen fairly quickly, Majima would be all over you, his hands roaming your body and turning you this way and that, so he can get a good look at you. He would be showering you with compliments, calling you his pretty little doll, and telling you how sexy you look, and how cute you are for surprising him.

Majima would take you to the bedroom, and would be all over you in an instant. He’d just be so turned on and so pleased that you surprised him like this, he’d be very eager and would want to return the favour by giving you some mind blowing sex. The lingerie is likely gonna end up torn on the floor, as he would be a bit too eager to get it off you, and all the fiddly straps likely made him impatient.

Majima would probably like a wide range of lingerie. He would prefer more cutesy, girly lingerie like floaty babydolls in pretty, pastel colours, but would also really like PVC or PU leather material lingerie too. Anything that gives him the best view of your boobs, he adores.

Saejima:

Saejima is a shy big bear of a man, and you would near enough break him when surprising him with lingerie. As soon as he sees you, his mouth is just going to form a little ‘O’, and his eyebrows would shoot up in surprise.

He would initially attempt to look away, trying to be more gentlemanly, but internally he would probably realise this is a dumb move. Not only has he already seen you nude before, it’s obvious that you’ve got the lingerie on for him. He would be questioning himself why he looked away, which would probably render him further embarrassed.

Though he’s awkward and unsure of how to react, he would be so appreciative of you for doing this. Once you approach him and gently place your hand on his cheek, softly guiding his gaze towards you again, he would clear his throat, attempting to gruffly pass you a compliment by telling you that you look nice, but his cheeks would be so red still.

Sex with him following this would be so soft and gentle. He’d be so appreciative that you’ve taken the time to surprise him, that he’d want to return the favour with some romantic sex. The lingerie would definitely end up on the floor rather quickly, as he’s a simple man, and generally prefers to see you naked.

As said, Saejima would enjoy seeing you completely nude, but he’s not opposed to some lingerie either. A simple matching bra and thong set would do him just fine, maybe with a garter belt too. Nothing too fancy.

[spicyliumang]

I've been holding this in for so long and have been so excited for it!!! AAAAA But I had the privilege to work on a commish for @partylikemajima for the second part of their Zhao/Reader fic,

I Choose You, Please?  that's up on AO3 right now!! If you haven't yet, definitely check out part 1!! ITS SO GOOD!! Please give them a read it's so worth it!! THANK YOU SM FOR THE GOOD FOOD SAI!! AND THANKS FOR GIVING ME THE OPPORTUNITY TO MAKE ART FOR YOUR FIC! 🥹IM GLAD TO DO IT💕💕

[lucarionite9364]

Missing You ;)

Kiryu Kazuma x reader

WC: 2K

CW: Smut, masturbation, slight femdom IG.

AN: Hope you enjoy cus writing it was fun.

If Kiryu ever thought Majima was downright crazy before, he certainly thought so now. For in his hands he held a sparkly, semi-clear, very sexual object. He held back his disgust behind his usual poker face. What on earth could that ridiculous man have been thinking when getting this device for him? 

Sitting on his bed in his small apartment, he was stone faced. He simply didn’t know what to do with the object. He knew Majima loved to play his pranks, but maybe he would need to tell him not to get him stuff like this again. He swiftly rose from his mattress to hide the object in his closet. Out of sight, out of mind. Besides, it would be rude to throw away a gift, no matter how crazy it was.

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You open the door to your shared living quarters, shopping bag in hand. You set your belongings on the kitchen table. 

“Hey, Kazzy, I’m home!” You announce. He peers his head around the corner. His expression softens when he sees you. “Ah, you’re home,” he walks towards you to wrap you in a small embrace. “Let me help you put your things away.”

A short while later after you finished unpacking, you get started making dinner. You focused on cutting up veggies while Kiryu stirred the broth while adding in spices. While delighted by the calm atmosphere, you start humming a tune. His ears perk slightly as he recognizes the song. While he doesn’t look at you, you know the smile on his face is meant for you. 

When you finish, you start plating up the food; Kiryu does the dishes. Setting the dishes down, you both sit and say your thanks. 

He was aware that you had a business trip coming up. He helped you pack your bags after dinner. Tomorrow arrived and you gave him a kiss before catching your taxi. He stayed by the door till your cab drove around the corner. He then headed inside to go on with his day. . . 

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It was three days after you left. Kiryu was off from work today. Although he usually has something to entertain him, today he couldn’t think of anything but you. 

He was thinking about going for a walk, but it was too cold outside to go very far. He thought he might try reading a book, but he only had access to the books you read. Lord knows what he would find in those forsaken texts. 

After thinking about what he could do for so long, he hadn’t realized it was so far in the afternoon. You would return in a few hours and he could see you again. While he was content with that knowledge, his mind was not.

He couldn’t stop his mind from thinking about you. At first his thoughts were pure. Thinking about holding you while you talked about your trip. How you would cuddle with him after being apart for so long. How you would touch each other after being apart. 

His mind devolved into all the things he would do to you when you got home. How he could pin you down and see you squirm for hours. Seeing your body beneath him as he gives his love wholly to you. The thought of you alone made the tent in his pants unbearable. It had been forever since he touched himself as he always had you. 

He laid back on his bed, firmly grasping the bulge in his sweatpants. A huff left his nose as he dragged his hand up and down. Easing and increasing the pressure he uses. He palms himself through his pants for a while before allowing himself to escape the confines of his boxers. Pulling both articles of clothing down his long, strong legs, his aching cock springs free. 

His eyes flutter shut as he begins languidly stroking his cock with his large hand. He pumps his hand up and down. He lets out a breath of pleasure as he imagines it was your hand pumping him like this. He rotates his wrist and squeezes the base of his length for his added pleasure. After a few slow strokes, he huffed in frustration. It’s not enough.

What else could he do to satiate his burning desire? His hazy mind raced with what else to do. It was then he stopped. He could use the gift that Majima gave him. He had forgotten completely he even had the thing. Standing up from his bed, he walked over to the closet where he hid the item. Squatting down, he rummaged through boxes toward the back to pull out the gift: A fleshlight. 

He had never used one before so he was curious how it would feel. He swiftly walked back over to his bed, erection bouncing as he walked. He laid back and unboxed the toy. It was bigger than he expected, and the silicone part was very pliable. He didn’t stop to question the object any further as he pressed the entrance to his head. 

His cock jumped in excitement at the foreign touch. He gently but quickly guided the rest of the object onto his dick. When he reached the hilt of himself, he couldn’t help but let out a wavering sigh of pleasure. He was struck still for only a moment before he started moving the toy up and down on himself. 

His face flushed red as the feeling was better than he expected. It was so different from anything he had experienced before. He only wanted to keep moving it on his length. He began to huff as the tension was rising slowly within him. He threw his head back once more as he could only focus on using this new object. So focused, he didn’t hear you open the front door. . . 

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You were excited to finally be back home. These business trips for your job exhaust you to no end. You entered quietly as it was getting late and you didn’t know if Kiryu was already asleep. You set your bag and keys by the door, listening for any signs of life in your quiet apartment. 

There’s only one light on, it’s from your shared room. As you approach the door, you hear faint heavy breathing noises. That’s strange. Is he working out this late? You quietly move to the door, it’s slightly ajar so you can peer in. What you saw stole the breath from you: Kiryu jerking off. 

You had never known him to touch himself very often, if ever, let alone use a toy. It seems he missed you a little too much. As the scene continued, you felt bad being a voyeur to your husband, but the sight was mesmerizing. 

You didn’t realize you were so close to the door until you almost fell through, knocking it wide open. You froze, but Kiryu looked petrified. He was embarrassed to be caught using this sex toy thinking of you. But you have never found him to be hotter than at this moment. 

“Aww.. Kazzy, did you miss me that much?” You purr as you walk over to his spot of shame. He tried to unsheathe himself and hide the toy from sight, but you firmly grasped his wrist and held it down. “Don’t be shy, baby, show me how much you were enjoying yourself.” His eyes shot wide at your words, but the devilish look in your eyes gave Kiryu no room to disobey. 

You sat on the edge of the bed as he swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat and did as you told him. He slowly moved his hand up and down on his aching cock. His shame coupled with the pleasure made him desperately want to moan out to you. His embarrassment made him choke back his groan of bliss. 

You gripped his wrist harder to start jacking him off with the toy. It was too much for him, he had to tilt his head away from you. However, you gripped his chin with your other hand to turn him back to you. “Look at me when I pleasure you so well. You’re doing so good for me Kazzy.” 

The look of pure ecstasy on his face at your words made him impossibly harder. Beads of sweat were beginning to form on his brow. His breath picked up pace and pitch. He was getting close to the pinnacle of pleasure. It was then you ceased your motions. The vile moan that left his mouth was loud enough you heard, and he couldn’t take it back.

He was about to complain when you silenced him with a ravenous kiss. Consuming his mouth and tongue within yours. While swirling your wet muscles together, you unbutton your blouse and make quick work of your bra. With a wet pop, you break from the heated kiss. You prop yourself to sit on your knees and push Kiryu’s head to lay on your lap. 

You resume your prior actions on him while petting his hair. Gently cooing him to relax and to let you take care of him. You resume your steady pace, moving your hand up and down. Using force when twisting your hand to send him reeling. 

With your exposed tits in his face, he leans up to latch his mouth on a supple bud. You let out a soft moan at the feeling of his mouth on you. Every so often, he would release your breast and gently flick the bud with his tongue. The noises you made were like sweet honey to his ears. You were the only person he would submit to, and you knew he was putty in your hands. 

You could feel your panties growing more slick with each passing caress of his mouth. You would have your moment, but right now it’s about him. You speed up your pace, being so cruel to his poor cock, just aching for release. “Ahh, it seems you missed me more than I thought,” he could only hum in agreement on your chest as his mouth was occupied. The vibrations felt like a slice of heaven to you. “Do you want to cum? Wanna cum for me?” 

Your words alone could send him over the edge, but he had to wait just a little longer. He pulled off your chest and nodded in agreement. All his focus was on not coming until you say so. You leaned in and pulled him close. Not once slowing your pace, you whisper gently into his ear. “Then cum for me, be a good boy.” 

Oh god. He couldn’t stop the orgasm flowing over his whole body like a tidal wave. His body stiffened and relaxed in flashes as he shot his load into the toy. The moan he so desperately was trying to contain escaped his lips. His noises were like a symphony to your ears. You most certainly would get him to make these sounds again even if it killed you. 

Once he finally relaxed, you pulled the toy off his softened length. Even that small action made him let out another small cry of overstimulation. He looked absolutely dazed as he looked into your eyes with sheer adoration. You put the toy on the nightstand and left only for a moment to retrieve Kiryu a glass of water. 

You would have plenty of time to talk about your trip later, for now, you both needed much deserved rest.

[ryujitakoyaki]

Ryuji Goda Dating Headcanons

First official post! Decided to write about my fav let me know if yall want more for other characters.

Given his bold nature, Ryuji would enjoy taking you out on spontaneous fun dates and wild adventures. Expect motorbike rides around the city (definitely not hinting at his RGGO online story) and eating at high end restaurants you’ve never been to.

Ryuji definitely has the most random skills and loves to learn them too. He would learn to bake delicious cakes and would also be surprisingly talented at it just to impress you (and feed his own massive ego). He is oddly good at mixology too, and he makes the best beverages from his refined tastes.

He would 100% spoil you. You wanted this new phone? He has it already for you. You wanted a new outfit? He would buy you the whole store. This man is absolutely whipped for you and would do most things for you.

He is very soft with you in private and loves sharing intimate moments with you. In public, he still has an image to maintain, so he appears distant. But once he's alone with you, this man will cuddle and tease you all the time.

[melonsodypop]

H-hi! I hope It's ok if my first request is not a smutty one? Yakuza men and what makes them feel loved? Thank you in advance!

yakuza men and the things that make them feel loved !

❀ pairing -  kazuma kiryu, goro majima, taiga saejima, shun akiyama, y0!akira nishikiyama, daigo dojima, ryuji goda/reader (all seperate)

❀ tags - fluff, angst, gender neutral reader, probably sloppy character analysis, these men all really need therapy, love languages, alcohol/smoking mentions

❀ a/n - of course non-smut requests are welcome!! stares at my college degree on the wall that focused almost entirely on how people's experiences, relationships and environments affect them and their inner wounds/ways they want to be loved... i am so ready to break these down hehehehe (also i learned how to use gradient text are u guys proud of me)

kazuma kiryu ❀ spending time with him

deceptively simple, kiryu feels the most loved when you decide to just exist near him

oftentimes he feels like he's undeserving of company or that his mere presence is a danger to his loved ones, so frankly your insistence on being close to him is going to freak him out at first

he might even start avoiding you in the early stages of a relationship - don't take it personally, it's just that he loves you so much that he's anxious about hurting you

the more and more you stick by him, the more he realizes that he doesn't have to do everything on his own

in fact, he likes not doing everything on his own, a wave of relief every time he remembers that he has someone he trusts and admires deeply at his side

it slowly heals that deep emotional wound he carries that for someone to love him means for them to be hurt

the reason i hesitate to use the word 'quality time' with him is that he doesn't even really need you to be doing something with him

just being in the same room as him, focusing on whatever you both are working on separately

he's never been one to be comfortable expressing himself in words, the silence between the two of you like a warm blanket instead of awkward

i could get into my hc that he's autistic so it's a form of parallel play to him, but i digress

if you look over at him, you'll see that there's a rare soft smile on his lips

wordlessly will walk over to you and pull you flush to his side gently, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead

"i like when you're here," he'll grumble softly to you - which in kiryu-isms, really means 'please stay by my side like this forever'

goro majima ❀ letting him vent/talk about his feelings

oh boy i have so many thoughts about majima and how hard of a time he has accepting love

he's a master at self-sabotage - he doesn't know how to process feelings of love or affection, nor does he really feel that a piece of shit like him deserves it (see: how often he tells others that they'd be better off without him)

so he often chooses to bury his feelings instead of doing something about it

it was much the same when it came to you - he loves you so much, painfully so, but there was always that annoying voice in his head that told him that that you had better things to do than spend time on a mongrel like him

he'll keep his conversations surface-level with you at first, but ask him how he feels about everything and validate what he says

it'll catch him off-guard at first, and he might even try to put up a front and say he doesn't like talking about that sappy shit

but he'll eventually start giving in, going on long rants about all the crap he had to deal with that day or his 'tragic fuckin' backstory' while you listen intently

the more you wrench his ribcage open and force him to expose his real heart to you, the more he starts falling helplessly for you

not only are you letting him acknowledge and let out the emotions he keeps bottled up close to his chest, but you're seeing every ugly, rotten part of him and you still love him

now, that doesn't mean don't hold him accountable when he's kinda being a dick

praising everything he does will just make him feel like you're putting him on a pedestal or seeing some idealized version of himself you made up in your head

which will give his brain an excuse to run out on you before he eventually disappoints you

so don't let him run - from his feelings, from accountability, from you

the mad dog doesn't like to be collared, but for the person who looks past every facade he puts up and lets him just be goro majima - he'll happily put himself on a leash if it's you who's holding it

taiga saejima ❀ giving him physical affection

for most of his life, saejima was treated like a dangerous beast due to his size and that perpetual scowl on his face

it only got worse after the ueno seiwa hit - shackled like a circus tiger as he was dragged from jail to jail, never able to escape whispers of 'the man who slayed eighteen' and 'the stone-cold hitman' that make him sound more like an urban legend monster than a man

saejima has his own pride in his strength, and for the longest time he just accepted that he was the untouchable, scary beast that everyone made him out to be

it's not until you come into his life and start to subjecting him to little casual touches of affection that he realizes how touch-starved he is

grab his hand, cuddle him, catch him off-guard with kisses to his weary face - it makes his chest tighten in a way he doesn't understand just yet

he feels silly that such small, soft things are affecting him this much at first, but every casual little touch you give him makes him feel less like the boogeyman and more like a person

the fact that you trust him enough and feel safe enough to him to attach yourself to him... he feels like he could cry

it takes a while for him to start returning your touches, but when he does he suddenly turns into the biggest teddy bear

every time he holds your cute little face or holds you protectively against his chest at night, he's taught that his hands can do more than just inflicting pain

he'll never, ever admit it out loud but he loves it the most when you hug him, your arms barely able to wrap around his thick torso but trying your best regardless

he can't help but chuckle as he feels your body meld against his, patting your head and wrapping his arm protectively around your shoulders

he knows people would gawk if they saw how cuddly he gets with you, but he can't really bring himself to care

he's not a monster, a beast, stone-cold, or a killer when he's in your arms - just a big, soft tiger

shun akiyama ❀ taking care of his physical needs

akiyama SUCKS at taking care of himself, often relying on other people (i.e. hana-chan's scoldings) to remind him to eat or get his work done

it's not like he's completely helpless, he insists - he at least keeps himself clean and well-groomed

but being homeless for as long as he was, he eventually just forgot how to attend to his needs

even now, with all the money in the world, he's still unlearning how he had to just suppress his hunger pangs when food was an uncertainty and sleeping on a regular schedule when shelter wasn't always guaranteed

his body does it unconsciously now, often attending to his paperwork for hours on end without even noticing that he's hungry or tired

he feels embarrassed when you start slipping him bentos here and there when he's so wrapped up in his work, often giving you an apologetic smile and profuse thank you's

but the fact that you cared enough to notice, and cared even more to go out and get him something to eat makes him remember why he fell for you in the first place

he might protest weakly when you pull him away from his work when you notice his eyes are getting sunken and his body's lagging behind

or roll his eyes with a smirk when you snatch a cigarette from between his lips and smush it in the nearby ashtray, reminding him that he was whining about needing to quit smoking just yesterday

but he's truly, genuinely thankful that you're forcing him to take care of himself, the fact that you're invested enough in his wellbeing to scold him

he'll be damned though if he becomes one of those boyfriends that treats you like his mother, though - he may call himself a bum, but he's not THAT much of a bum

expect to be taken care of in equal measure, akiyama insisting to pay for your meals and run your errands for you to show with his actions, not just his words, how cared for you make him feel

akira nishikiyama ❀ praising him

yeahhh i couldn't not talk about nishiki's inferiority complex and how damaged his self-esteem is

his cool-guy bravado very thinly covers up a mountain of insecurities

he doesn't really feel like he does much of anything right, too pathetic to be a scary yakuza and too cowardly to stand up for himself or what he believes in

so anytime you genuinely praise him and tell him he did a good job with something, the high he gets from it is strong enough that he could probably quit nicotine, he thinks

he preens when you compliment how stylish he looks or how well he styled his hair - he takes a LOT of pride in his appearance, probably one of the few things he doesn't really have insecurities about

he can't help but grin ear to ear when you cheer for him at karaoke, or clap and whoop when he gets a strike at the bowling alley

he admires you so, so much, and that verbal affirmation that you think just as highly of him soothes that little boy inside that never thinks he's good enough for anything or anybody

every time you compliment him, he gets so giddy that he'll grab you by the waist and start pressing kisses all over your face

"i did that for you, baby," he'll claim proudly, his eyes shining with affection

the first time he cried in front of you, he was shocked that you didn't call him a crybaby or told him to man up

you just held him gently and wiped away his tears, whispering that he did the best he could and that you were so proud of him

he absolutely crumbles when he hears that, hugging you close and crying even harder :(

it kills him (in a good way) that even when you see him at his most vulnerable, you don't think he's pathetic or weak, just someone who needs the reassurance and comfort he's been deprived of his whole life

i'm not saying you'll fix him, necessarily - but perhaps the entirety of 1 could have been avoided if someone just told him he was doing a good job

daigo dojima ❀ letting him be weak

from the moment daigo was born a dojima, he was expected to be as strong, proud, and cold as the rest of his family

even when he left the tojo clan after the ryuji incident to not have to carry that expectation anymore, he still had a gang of people who started to follow him and put them on a pedestal as their leader

and now, as the sixth chairman, he has even less opportunities to let his guard down, not with thirty thousand people looking to him as an example and his enemies lurking at all times

daigo's resolve is strong, having long since accepted his lot in life as a leader - but he can't deny that he just gets so exhausted sometimes

so when he can come home to you, who doesn't expect him to be the sixth chairman, a dojima, or hell, even a yakuza, just daigo, is when he feels the most loved

sometimes just lays his head on your lap when it's just the two of you on the couch in the living, the feeling of your fingers threading gently through his jet-black hair and just being able to relax making the stress in his muscles melt away almost instantly

his greatest peace is when you both lay down to sleep at night, holding him in your arms and whispering to him about how hard he works and to get all the rest he needs

he hums softly and nuzzles into the crook of your neck, not saying anything back as he revels in the feeling of your fingernails scraping against his scalp as your digits comb through the tresses of his hair

there's no expectations, no danger, nobody expecting him to make a decision on the spot or suppress his personal feelings for the good of many

just his darling lover who sees him for who he is, feelings and weaknesses and all, and still loves him

he knows that there's a long list of things he has to do tomorrow and put on a strong face again, but for now he lets himself cuddle in your grasp, letting your words and gentle touches soothe him to sleep

ryuji goda ❀ when he gets to show off for you

a very... simple method of affection for a very straightforward man

he's just got some somewhat dated ideas about what it means to be a man in a relationship, and a lot of them revolve around flexing how strong and skilled he is to you

nothing makes him more satisfied than seeing your eyes shine with awe when he helps you move an insanely heavy piece of furniture or when he shows you just how much whiskey he can knock back in one go

it's less of the showing off itself that makes him feel loved - he's confident in his strength and his skills so he needs no reassurance in that department

but your cutely surprised reactions and the fact that you're so openly proud to call him your boyfriend that you'd let him strut his stuff out in public to show the world how cool and strong he is... yeah, that's what makes him happy

he gets so determined to show off for you that he sometimes gets in way over his head about things he usually wouldn't give a shit about

for example, when he tried to get you the cute stuffed animal that you wanted from the ufo catcher

ryuji scoffed and told you to step aside, confident that he would get it first try

until he didn't. and didn't on the second, third, fourth, fifth tries-

he let out a string of colorful curses as he watched the claw uselessly pinch at the round little sparrow, his jaw tensed in concentration as he shoved another coin into the machine's slot

ignores your reassurances that he really didn't need to do this for you, retrying until he eventually gets the damn thing to drop in the hole

he feels stupid until he hands the round bun-chan toy to you, your eyes wide and a smile on your lips

as soon as you hug him with a squealed thank you, he laughs, patting your head and telling you that it wasn't a huge deal

ryuji's not one to usually lie, but your praise and admiration is, unsurprisingly, the BIGGEST deal to him

as he wraps his arms around your waist to walk the streets of sotenbori, showing off both you on his arm and the little plushie he won you, he knows he would move both heaven and earth if it meant it would make you proud to call him your lover

[partylikemajima]

So looks like I've written all the chapters left for my Zhao/Reader part 2 fic!! All chapters from 2 - 7 are uploaded, so if you were interested in reading the post ending fic of what happened to Zhao + Reader after part 1 (or if you'd like to start from here), here it is!:

And to celebrate finishing this story of mine, the lovely @spicyliumang created this commission for me! Here's the link to here post of the commish! I can't thank her enough, its an absolutely stunning piece based on a part in chapter 1 of this fic! :

Big shout out to both @trixibebe and @spicyliumang for helping me with this fic!! means the world!! 😭❤

[yakuzacasual]

Being around Kuwana

It was supposed to be relationship-related but i kind of lost the plot and had too much fun trying to pick him apart. Smooching needs to wait bro stimulated me intelectually.

This one is dedicated to the person who cheered at Kuwana included in my gamer post. You're the real one, homie, if you are still out there I hope you enjoy the meal.

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> There is no relationship with him, really. It's all just a situationship no matter how strongly both or either parties wish it were different. Kuwana refuses to allow anyone to get truly attached to him. He is there to be for the pleasant moments only, to hang out, to listen, to offer reassurance and his body - but never his soul. He won't talk about what he does, what he has seen, or what he feels. Everything the other person will ever know about him is surface level. And who can say if even that much is true. With his whole chest he reminds them this is just a fling, and yet there are cathedrals everywhere for those with the eyes to see them. The stutter his pulse does every time he is touched. The way he licks his lips nervously whenever he is granted a smile, as though barely stopping tearing himself open. This man is ride-or-die and this soul he never offers, it has been theirs always - even when they don't realize. Kuwana will embrace everything the other person is with utmost affection, knowing painfully well he can take nothing in return. But. If the cards are played right, maybe - just maybe - the ride can still be caught before he dies.

> Kuwana has an energy of the man who singlehandedly forced the entire tobbacco industry to put the graphic health warnings on the cig packages. He used to smoke so fucking much, especially in the first months after his life truly shattered. The owners of the niche brand he always bought still send letters to his old address, thanking him for helping them not run out of business. It was his one way down to the grave before he found a purpose, he claims. All that to say, having a regular cig smoker partner would be very rough on him - could even be a deal braker. Not a hypocrite to make some give up smoking entirely, but if they are not willing to get an e-cig instead? Yeah no, not happening. Not hitting it off with someone who hates smokers either. For him it must be acceptance, no enabling nor lecturing. Can't teach old dog new tricks, but he will do his best to limit the puffs around someone reasonably unhappy with the cig. If the partner does smoke the electronic, Kuwana is THE guy to hook them up with freebies and new, interesting liquids in discount prices.

> The handyman role is not just for show, brother LOVES fixing anything and everything you will let him. He gets high off of the feeling of being useful to someone he wants to be on good terms with - it is one of the very few moments when Kuwana is truly just himself. The only issue being, he is not particularly good at anything. His methods are more akin to tape and ziptie than to a real solution - reliable and somewhat lasting, but ultimately temporary. Kuwana's real strenght lies in finding things to fix, or accidentally creating circumstances for it. It's not about the destintation, but the journey after all. Also, any puzzles with words. Crosswords, word search, tonguetwisters even - very elastic tongue on that one. You name it, he can do it.

> Loves music but not exactly paying for it. No surprise here, he finds any money he makes better suited to different ends. Though to be fair, he has always had a pirate streak ever since the mp3s and the little buyable phone jingles. He used to be the guy knowing all the shadiest but most reliable sites for getting the tunes and very likely was the mixtape master in his friend group. But when it comes to real life music, with all his vast connections there are routes to take. Like sneaking into closed off sections of the places booked out for a concert. He is there, tucked in the shadows of philharmonic stage getting his eardrums blown off by the proximity of the instruments. He is there, the single blimp on the stadium seats left open for safety reasons. He is there on the couch of Yokohama 99 listening to old vinyls he doesn't own, sipping on a beer he didn't buy. And naturally, he is always willing to share the pleasures of such life with a partner in crime.

> Underneath the faint smell of sweet liquid smoke, he reeks of cologne. Kuwana, for all his rizz of a man in his early 40-ties, does not escape the curse of not knowing how much of his perfume to use. And sometimes, when schedule gets rough, using it as a substitute of a shower. Not that he is particularly proud of it, but a man must do what a man must do. I think he is much more concerned in keeping his stubble looking proper rugged-stylish. What might be found shocking, he used to be pretty knowledgable about self care - especially hair products. A number of his work acquaintances would seek him for advice and not once has he been wrong, a little badge of pride he still thinks about every now and then. Nowadays he doesn't care to keep track of all these different brands, he'd rather just settle for the 13-in-1 package and pray for the best. This leaves his hair feeling rather rough - which he hates, but won't admit out loud. Makes him "more manly" or whatever.

[my-my-my]

H-hello! Will it be okay to request a scenario for Saejima (Yakuza game series)? Something winterish and fluffy? Winter merriment with s/o? Like having a picnic in the snow, having a snowball fight, dancing under the snow, kissing, any kind of fun in the snow. Something like that. Well, I hope this doesn't sound weird. Thank you kindly!

Oh Saejima!! I haven’t written him before, but he is one of my favourite characters in the series. Thank you for your request, anon! I’m making this take place during Yakuza 6 and Yakuza 7 (so Saejima’s in hiding).

Summary: Winter may be cold and dreary, but Tsukimino brings a sort of liveliness that you and Saejima miss.

CW: none! This is fluff.

Word count: 938

Walking through the snow-covered streets of Tsukimino left you in a cheerful mood. The falling snow somehow muted everything and everyone around you, yet Sapporo remained as lively as ever. You walked by familiar shops, stalls and restaurants, a light pep in your step as you walked along familiar avenue.

The chipping of ice, the laughter and awe of people and the gentle fall of snow made everything picturesque.

And to seal the deal… you came just in time to your meeting spot – the ice sculptures on Main Street, where Saejima waited patiently for you.

“I hope you weren’t waiting long!” You beamed at him. He gave you a soft smile as he held out his hand, which you immediately took into yours. Even through your glove covered hand, he was still so warm.

“Nah, just admirin’ this year’s sculptures. They’re pretty good.” He mused as he took one final glance around.

“Why didn’t you participate this year?” You asked, staring at him. He was freshly shaven, but the faded scar through his eyebrow was still as prominent as ever. Yet aside from his sharp, defining features, you couldn’t help but smile at how his nose was slightly pink.

“Didn’t want to. Got other things to worry about.” Saejima responded, squeezing your hand softly. You knew that was true, he was technically supposed to be hiding… but Tsukimino held a special place for the both of you, and winter in the city could not be beat.

“Fair, fair. Then what would you like to do?” You asked, as the two of you walked around the ice sculptures. But before he could say anything, a loud rumble in your stomach went off, your face growing hot in response.

Saejima let out a deep chuckle, “why don’t we get some food in ya first? There’s a great skewer place nearby.” In your embarrassment, you nodded, but Saejima didn’t care. With your hand in his, he led you to his favourite skewer spot.

“I’m always surprised by how much tripe you can eat.” You gasped, as Saejima scarfed down possibly his 10th beef tripe skewer.

“The more char tripe has on it, the better tasting it is.” Saejima said, pointing his skewer at you.

You made a face, “I’ll try another time. These chicken thighs and leeks are calling my name.”

The two of you ate skewer after skewer, not noticing the heavy blanket of snow falling outside. You missed hearing Saejima’s voice, and the warmth he radiated when he was close. To be with him again after his prison sentence felt like a dream come true, a dream you didn’t want to end.

Saejima squeezed your hand, as if he knew what you were thinking about, “letme get the bill and we can get outta here” he murmured.

The two of you made your way outside, walking back along Main Street. “I didn’t expect this much snow.” Saejima muttered.

“Well it’s not a blizzard thankfully.” You said, as you held your palm out to see snowflakes dance gently on your palm before melting away.

You made a pensive look on your face as more of the snow fell, “penny for yer thoughts?” Saejima asked, as the two of you made your way to the park.

You pursed your lips, before scooping the snow up on the ground. Your packed the snow firmly enough to shape it into a ball, and before Saejima could react, you threw it right at his face.

“Hey!” Saejima yelled, laughing. “You gotta give a heads up first.” He bellowed, as he quickly picked up some snow. Before you knew it, the two of you were throwing snowballs, as you laughed around the snowy park. There was barely anyone around, with how heavy the snow was falling – but it didn’t matter to you and Saejima.

You landed another clean hit on him before you stopped and fell into a snow pile. “I give up!” You shouted, followed by a light chuckle. You were panting as the snow cooled you off for a little bit, until Saejima came around and picked you up. He picked you up with ease as he hauled you over his shoulder. “Hey, let me go!” You laughed, as you playfully hit his shoulder and back.

Saejima found a secluded gazebo in the park, as placed you on the bench. Your cheeks were warm and you could see the pink in his. As he sat down next to you, you gently cupped his face and kissed his lips, “thank you for today.” You murmured, as the two of you rubbed your noses together, “it meant a lot to me.”

Saejima pulled you in closer, the warmth of his body warming you up, “I know it’s been a while, and I probably won’t see you until this Osaka shit is over.” He mumbled.

You sighed, “I know…”

“But we’ll always have Tsukimino” Saejima murmured, kissing you softly again.

Pulling away with a smile on your face, “always.”

Thanks for your request, anon! I hope you enjoy it. This is the vibe I was going for (I filmed this while playing Yakuza 5 many years ago lol)

Anyways, thanks again!!

[yyxandere]

"k-kazuma..Why are you covered in b-blood? And who's that person on the floor behind you....?

-ˋˏWHY ASK?. . . ->

The loud and bright light of the night city of Kamurucho, some sirens of police can be heard in the distance while night clubs were booming music, or you can even hear the night women or men going out, but none of those stood out when you see your friend, the one you've always known-Kiryu Kazuma standing over the body that was illuminated by the city lights. Even if you try to come near and see the body, your legs won't cooperate.

Not dealing with the silence any longer, Kazuma walked closer to you. With each striding step, blood dripped from his bruised up and bloody knuckles. You try to back off but can't, it seems like you were frozen in place. You desperately try to make your body move, but each stride, Kiryu takes makes you sweat and shiver.

He stops at your side, looking straight ahead without any expression but deep inside his eyes is guilt, before he turns his head and faces you. "This is a part of my job, that wish you didn't have to see… yet…" Kazuma says in a monotone voice that you got used to throughout the years. From time to time it could be comforting but now it sounds so cold it makes you quiver.

You tried to step back but when you did, you were immediately embraced by his arms, trapping you against his chest like a samurai would hug his wife before going to war. There was no sign of anger or frustration, only the same coldness and guilt. His arms felt too warm against your waist. You didn't like the sensation of the blood now spread at your back. And his deep voice muttered in your ear, he's so close you can feel his breath on you. You were scared of what this man had done. You want him to go away. You don't wanna look at him anymore. You want to scream, yell, and curse, but you know he wouldn't care.

"But….may my hand be a token of my love for you. . ."

Little did you know, how serious Kiryu was when it came to your love and the promise to keep you.

[tiannasfanfic]

The One I Love

Tianyou Zhao x Reader (Fluff)

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Summary: When the Geomijul headquarters burns to the ground, the only life you've ever known is ash. Left with nothing to your name, you're given refuge at a bar called Survive and you find youself thinking back on how you met the man you love.

Rating: General Audiences

Author Notes: Gender neutral Reader, they/them pronouns (if any). Tianyou Zhao x Geomijul!Reader. No physical description, race or cultural heritage mentioned for Reader.

CW: Mentions of canon violence and canon typical violence; non-graphic mentions of injuries; suggestive non-graphic mentions of sex.

Word Count: 6,676

The unthinkable had happened.

Ijincho’s Great Wall of Muscle was close to falling down all thanks to an unexpected invasion by the Omi Alliance.

There was a surge of infighting within the Seiryu Clan. Chairman Hoshino had done his best to quell it, but many of his men had defected to the Omi and left them severely weakened.

A coup had occurred within The Liumang, resulting in the leader, Tianyou Zhou, getting captured and tortured by his second in command, who had also defected to the Omi.

Geomijul’s headquarters had nearly burnt to the ground when the Omi stormed in, including the computer systems that made up their vast information network, which had severely crippled all three factions in the process.

Granted, it wasn’t the Omi who set the fires, but they may as well have. The leader of Geomijul, Seonhee, had her hand forced to protect their biggest secret. A secret so big that even you, an officer and trusted member of her inner circle, had not been aware of until the very end when you were briefed and ordered to help evacuate the nearby residents.

Being a part of the rear guard didn’t mean you were completely out of the action though. A handful of Omi officers had come around in an ambush from behind to stop the retreat. You and the others leading the evacuation were far from sitting ducks though. All of you had varying degrees of combat training, both with and without weapons.

While a few lives were lost in the fight, none of those were the civilians you’d been sent to protect. It was a small victory, at least, yet you couldn’t be happy about it. Not when the only life you ever knew was nothing but ash.

And that was how you found yourself sitting in a bar called Survive with a swollen jaw, a black eye, a sore body, no home, and no job.

You didn’t understand how it all came to this. None of it made any sense. How could you start out the day with a decent life and now end it with absolutely nothing? It was aggravating, to say the very least.

And the more you thought over your last conversation with Seonhee, the more aggravated you got.

“What do you mean my services are no longer required?” you’d asked in dismay. “Aren’t you going to rebuild?”

She had just returned from meeting with Geomijul’s new allies, with whom she had sent Joongi Han to help. Good people she could trust were now in short supply, so to send you away made little to no sense.

“That is the plan,” Seonhee replied. “But our information network is our top priority, not our other services. This is your best chance to get out. I know this was never the life you wanted.”

She had you there. The two of you were old childhood friends, having grown up and raised through the ranks of Geomijul together, so she was aware of your thoughts on the matter. Being an only child, you had inherited your position as the chief accountant for the Geomijul from your father, just as he had inherited it from your grandfather. Your family had a natural talent for numbers, and that paired with your formal training and modern technology, you were one of the best in Ijincho.

Well. Calling yourself an accountant was a bit of a stretch. While you were the first in your family to have any official certifications in that line of work, what you did was far less legitimate.

Your actual job was keeping all the financial records for the whole district. All the businesses, both real and front, reported their finances directly to you. You did regular audits, kept the accounting tidy, and manufactured fake books that would easily pass inspection by government officials.

Back in your father’s youth, Seonhee’s predecessor realized they could make extra money off your family’s expertise with numbers and expanded the Geomijul’s offerings of information to include financial advising. What that meant was, when the Seiryu Clan or the Liumang needed accounting assistance or comprehensive financial audits beyond what their own people could accomplish, they contracted you out for a hefty fee.

It was decent work, and you liked what you did, but you would’ve been much happier with a regular job at a legitimate accounting firm in the city. While the pay wouldn’t be as good, sometimes you wanted more simplicity and less paranoia. You always had to be on your guard, always looking over your shoulder for people lurking in the shadows. As one of the select few faces of the Geomijul that were known to the other two factions, just going about your daily life carried a large amount of risk.

To say it was exhausting was putting it mildly, but, at the same time, it was all you ever knew. You would have to start over, begin your life fresh. Outside of your certifications, you had nothing you could put down on a resume. You had no work history, no references, and no good explanation as to why you had neither. A background check would come up empty, your credit report too. The chances anyone would give you a chance were slim to none. A blank life history like that for someone your age usually screamed “I was a criminal” to prospective employers.

You relayed all this to Seonhee and begged her to reconsider, but she stood firm.

“We will provide you with as much as we can in that regard,” she replied, her tone indicating her mind was made up. “I know it isn’t much, but this is a chance hardly any of us get. Now you can lead a normal life, settle down with a good man. It’s what you’ve always wanted.”

A bark of laughter left your throat at her words. You couldn’t stop it, nor did you try.

“A good man,” you repeated, shaking your head. “Like that will ever happen.”

Seonhee stepped forward and patted you on the shoulder reassuringly.

“You never know what the future may bring,” she said, smiling at you as if she knew something you didn’t.

You raised an eyebrow at her questioningly, but she offered no explanation. She simply gave your shoulder one last squeeze, then walked away.

At times, you couldn’t help but wonder if she knew.

You did have a good man, but settling down together and living a normal life would be impossible.

Presently, you were brought out of your thoughts by the bartender of Survive setting a glass of water and a bottle of ibuprofen on the bar in front of you.

“I’ve got herbs marinating that will ease your wounds,” he said. “It needs a bit more time to meld together, but this should help in the meantime. I sent Iroha out to pick up supplies for you. Once she’s back, we can get the extra room ready for you. It’s not as big as the one Kasuga and his friends share, but it should do until you get on your feet.”

“Thank you,” you said. “I really am sorry for all the trouble.”

“Don’t mention it,” he said, waving off your thanks as he walked away. “Any friend of Kasuga’s is a friend of mine.”

Calling you Kasuga’s friend was a bit of a stretch. You’d only met the man twice, once after the attack on Geomijul and the second not even a half hour ago when you walked through the door to the bar. But he’d taken a liking to you, it seemed, and vouched for you when you asked if you could stay there as if you’d known each other for years.

You chuckled softly to yourself and shook your head. Kasuga was something else, that was for sure.

As he was leaving the bar to meet with Chairman Hoshino, he’d thanked you for all your help despite the fact you’d done little to aid him in his cause. In all reality, you were the one who should’ve been thanking him.

If it weren’t for Ichiban Kasuga, Tianyou Zhao, the love of your life, would be nothing but a corpse rotting in an unmarked grave right now.

But had no way of knowing this, of course. No one knew about the two of you. That’s just how it had to be for both your protection and Zhao’s.

It wouldn’t have looked good for the leader of the Liumang and a high-ranking officer of the Geomijul to be in a relationship together. The balance would appear skewed, as if your love would tip the scales in favor of one faction or the other. And none of the factions could risk you spilling the confidential information you’d learned over the years by working for all three.

It had been a huge gamble you both had taken by entering a secret relationship, but one you couldn’t say you ever regretted. Your time with Zhao had been the happiest of your life.

The whole thing started a little over three years ago when the Liumang had thieves within their ranks.

Normally, thievery was taken care of in-house, same as with the Geomijul, but these thieves were cleverer than most. Despite massive sums of money disappearing, sometimes even overnight, no one could find their trail. They had combed over the financial records repeatedly, interrogated anyone with access to these records, and always came up empty handed.

Finally, with no other options, a representative contacted Geomijul for help and you were contracted out for a modest fee.

The contract was initially for thirty days with the option to renew it in thirty-day blocks if finding them proved complicated even for you. Considering the magnitude of the theft, you felt thirty days was an overly optimistic timeframe. You were going to be combing over all the financial records for the Liumang from the last year, including all businesses operating within their area, as well as for the organization itself. This was going to take a long time and a lot of patience.

Anytime a contract took you into Liumang or Seiryu territory for more than a day’s work, they wanted you on site until the job was finished. It was too much of a risk having you come and go freely, but you didn’t mind. Both factions always treated you as a welcome guest, even if your freedom was a bit restricted during that time.

You were set up with a modest apartment in the district, all your daily living necessities provided at no cost to you. All you brought with you was a few changes of clothes and your regular toiletries. Your workspace was set up in an unused office on the ground floor of Qing Jin, the high-end restaurant that served as Liumang’s headquarters. They gave you a day to get unpacked and settled in, then after that, you went right to work.

Every morning, a guard escorted you from your apartment to the restaurant, then escorted you back that night when you were done for the day. You had a habit of losing track of time while working, so you always ended up falling into bed close to the wee hours of the morning. You didn’t mind though. The one day a week you had off was more than enough to catch up on sleep, send out your laundry and write up your progress report for the higher ups.

Unfortunately, your progress reports during the first few weeks didn’t have much to report. These thieves, whoever they were, were good. Outside of standard accounting errors where someone forgot to carry a number or subtracted an expense wrong, you didn’t find any major discrepancies.

No one bothered you while you were working, at least until you were going into your fourth week. It was at that point, someone decided to check in on you. But you were so focused on your work that you didn’t hear anyone enter the office, nor did you hear your name being called. You didn’t become aware that you weren’t alone anymore until you felt a hand on your shoulder.

It scared the hell out of you.

You jumped so hard you nearly turned over your chair, a loud shriek leaving your mouth that also startled the man in question. The man jumped back from your chair, startled himself by your scream. You stared at each other for a few seconds before you both started laughing.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare ya,” he said through his laughter and held up his hands.

“It’s alright,” you said, pressing one palm to your chest and taking a deep breath to calm yourself. “It happens. I get a little too focused on what I’m doing sometimes.”

“That ain’t a bad thing,” the man said, a good-natured grin coming to his face as he looked at you over his glasses. “You’re a hard worker, that’s a rare thing to find sometimes.”

While you’d never spoken to this man before, you had noticed he was there at the restaurant nearly every day. It was hard not to; his leather jacket and relaxed way of dressing made him stick out like a sore thumb among the flashy suits all the other men wore.

At that point, you’d never met the leader of the Liumang before and, thus, had no idea who it was you were talking to. You just assumed he worked at the restaurant.

“Speaking of hard work, have you taken any breaks?’ he asked. “Have you eaten today?”

You blinked a few times, the question catching you off guard.

“Yeah, this morning,” you replied. “I had a sandwich before I came in.”

The man looked at his watch and tutted at you.

“You got here almost nine hours ago,” he said. “You seriously haven’t had anything since then?”

“No,” you said, shaking your head. “It’s fine though, I’ll eat after I’m done for the night. That’s what I normally do.”

The man tutted at you again, shook his head in disapproval and left the room without another word.

That was strange, you thought to yourself.

No one had ever bothered to check in on you before. You didn’t think more of it though, just shrugged and got back to work.

Sometime later, the man came back, knocking loudly on the doorframe this time to announce his presence.

“Who’s hungry?” he stated.

Looking up from your work, you blinked a few times in surprise.

“Huh?” you said.

“Dinner’s ready,” he replied. “Time to eat.”

“Oh, that’s really not necessary,” you said, then gestured to all the paperwork on the desk. “I haven’t had any luck finding what I’m looking for, and I don’t want to make your boss think I’m slacking off.”

The man blinked at you a few times, then a grin spread across his face.

“Actually, it was the boss who sent me down here,” he stated. “He noticed how hard you’ve been working and wanted me to make sure you’re taking care of yourself.”

Your mouth dropped open a little and you gawped at the man.

“Really?” you asked.

“Yup,” he said, nodding. “After all, it’s much easier to think when you have a full stomach.”

He took a few steps into the room and then bowed grandly, gesturing out the door with one arm.

“Now, come have dinner with me,” he said. “Bosses orders.”

You couldn’t argue that, so you left the desk to follow the man.

The restaurant was closed for a deep cleaning thar day, so there weren’t any customers or even many employees about. He led you up the stairs to the second floor, where you found yourself at a table loaded down with food.

“Once I got in the kitchen, I realized I didn’t know what you like, so I made a little bit of everything,” he stated as he pulled a chair out for you and gestured for you to sit.

You stared at him in shock for a moment before taking the offered seat. He pushed your chair back up to the table as you sat.

“Are you the chef here?” you asked.

“Something like that,” he said, walking around the table to take a seat across from you. “Now dig in, I can hear your stomach complaining from here.”

It was true. As soon as all the delicious smells hit your nose, you realized exactly how hungry you were.

Most evenings after that, you had dinner with him. It wasn’t always at the same time, but it always happened the same way. He’d come to ask if you’d eaten, you’d say no and then, next thing you knew, you were sitting at a table filled with enough to feed an army even though it was just the two of you.

The conversation was light the first few times you ate together, mainly basic topics like food and what you both liked to do outside of work. That’s how you found out cooking was a hobby of his rather than his job, but something he really enjoyed doing. Much like you with accounting, being a chef was something he would’ve loved to do had he not been in the Liumang.

After your contract was renewed for another thirty days, the two of you began opening to each other about more personal topics. As it turned out, you both had remarkably similar childhoods. Both of you were born into your factions and were expected to follow in your respective father’s footsteps. While he never told you exactly what his father did, and you never asked, it sounded as if he was higher up just as yours had been. It was clear that you’d both had big shoes to fill and, being the dutiful children you were, were still doing your best to live up to those lofty expectations.

While he didn’t outright say it, his tone and body language while talking about it gave away the same discontent with things that you felt. Life was good, yes. Neither of you could complain, nor did you have any right to, but you both knew there was more to life than what the factions provided.

In those weeks, you found yourselves growing closer with each conversation. He was easy to talk to, easy to open yourself up to. You felt a deep connection with him, a kinship you’d never felt with anyone outside of Seonhee, but in a way that was more than just friendship. Anytime you were with him, you felt a spark inside that had the potential to grow into an inferno should you both allow it.

It was a shame, really, since you knew nothing could come of it.

Halfway into your second month with the Liumang, you finally made a breakthrough in tracking down the theft. You began to pick up on their trail. It wasn’t much at first, just a small pattern in the numbers that was so subtle you almost didn’t notice it. But once you did, you began to get an idea of how they got away with it for so long without being noticed and how far back it went.

Rather than making your job easier, finding the evidence made it even more complicated. The Liumang had to pull more financial records for you dating back to the last three years and you had to go back over some of the records you had already done to re-examine the accounting errors you’d found. A lot of them ended up tying it in with the theft, but without knowing the pattern, they had looked kosher your first time over them.

These thieves were good. Some of the best you’d seen, in fact, if not the best. Whoever this mastermind was, they were just as good at numbers as you were.

Your contract was extended again by another thirty days as you became absorbed in your work. With your workload increased, you found yourself staying even later than before, sometimes working through the night, and only getting a short nap on the small couch there in the office. The fancy dinners came to a stop for a while, but your new friend always made sure you took a break to eat. Even on the days you didn’t see him, someone always brought up a takeout container of food for you to graze on while you worked.

But pushing yourself like that had a major drawback. I quickly wore you out. Soon you were exhausted, not only physically but mentally as well. You weren’t taking days off anymore and it was catching up to you. This job was far more in-depth and rigorous than anything you’d encountered.

The boss eventually noticed that your work had slowed, but rather than crack the whip like you would have expected, the opposite happened.

One night when your friend grabbed you for dinner, rather than the normal selection of water and tea to drink, there was a bottle of wine at the table.

At first you protested, insisting you couldn’t drink since you had more work to do, but he waved them off.

“One drink with dinner won’t kill ya,” he stated as he filled up a glass and set it in front of you. “You’re way too stressed out; you need to unwind and relax. Boss’s orders.”

As much as he used the boss as an excuse to get you to do things you normally wouldn’t do while on a job, you had to wonder if they really were orders from his boss, but you gave in since you weren’t in any position to question it.

As the two of you ate and the conversation flowed, one glass turned into two. The conversation turned flirty and two turned into three. With that second refill, he took the seat next to you rather than returning to his own. And then, the next thing you knew, you were sitting in his lap sharing a slow, deep kiss.

There was no denying the spark anymore, and it was clear he felt it too. While there was lust in the way his lips moved against yours, there was no sense of urgency, no rush to do anything more. He was taking his time just as you were, holding you close but loose enough you could easily pull away if you wanted.

You weren’t sure how long you were like that before his lips parted from yours. At first, you felt some disappointment, but that didn’t last for more than a second before he shifted downwards towards your neck. Your breath caught in your throat as you let your head fall back a little, giving him better access.

“You know what?” he muttered against your skin, waiting for you to hum in acknowledgement before continuing. “You should take the rest of the night off.”

His words made your heartbeat faster, but you couldn’t help a small chuckle.

“Now that I’m pretty sure the boss would frown on,” you said, softly tracing the tips of your fingers over the back of his neck.

“Trust me, he really won’t give two shits about that,” he muttered quickly, then nipped at your collarbone. “Let me take care of you tonight, baby. Please.”

It was tempting, so very tempting. He was making you feel things you hadn’t felt in a long time, if ever.

Before you could answer though, a thought occurred to you. It is something you always meant to ask him, but it always slipped your mind when you were together. Now seemed as good of a time as any since you were seriously considering taking him back to your room.

“You know what?” you said, then waited for him to hum in acknowledgment before continuing. “You’ve never told me your name.”

His lips were beginning to trail down to your chest when he suddenly froze at your words, then slowly pulled back to look at you. For the first time since you met him, he looked nervous.

“I’ll tell you my name,” he said, swallowing heavily. “But promise you won’t freak out?”

You tilted your head at him curiously.

“Why would your name freak me out?” you asked, then smiled as your voice took on a teasing tone. “Are you a famous celebrity living in hiding?”

Rather than get a laugh like you expected, he looked away from you. He was quiet for a moment, his brow furrowed as if thinking hard.

It was only then that you finally realized he had been hiding something from you.

“Something like that, yeah,” he said finally then sighed. “All right. My name is- “

Before he could finish his sentence, from downstairs you heard the front door of the restaurant burst open and several pairs of feet urgently running towards the stairs.

“Boss!” a loud voice called. “Boss, where are you?”

Quite suddenly, you found yourself deposited back in your seat as your friend jumped to his feet. He grabbed his glasses off the table then and quickly moved around the table to his original chair across from you.

“Act natural,” he said quietly, putting his glasses back on.

His entire demeanor changed at that moment. Gone was the relaxed pose and easy-going attitude you were accustomed to seeing, replaced by an authoritative energy and piercing gaze.

By the time four gruff looking men made it up the stairs, you both had gotten yourselves back to the appearance of having dinner together.

The men looked around frantically, saw you two at the table and hurried over.

“Boss,” the man in the lead said and you recognized it as the one who called out from downstairs. “We’ve got trouble over on Ijin Street. It’s those shit sucking bikers again.”

“Little fuckers don’t know when to give up, do they?” he replied, shaking his head. “Get Mabuchi down there, he’ll take care of it.”

“That’s just it boss, they’ve got him and some of his boys cornered.”

You took a bite of your food and kept your face neutral as you watched your friend jump out of his chair so fast it nearly tipped over. His demeanor changed again, his calm facade slipping into one of anger.

“Then why the fuck didn’t you lead with that?” he snarled, quickly jumping to his feet, and grabbing his jacket off the back of his chair. “Round up as many of the guys as you can. This shit’s gonna end tonight!”

Now that they had their orders, the men scrambled back downstairs to carry them out. Your friend started to follow, putting on his jacket as he went, but stopped just before he left the room, and turned back towards you.

“I meant what I said before,” he stated, his voice still authoritative but softer now as he addressed you. “Take the rest of the night off. You deserve it.”

Speechless, you simply nodded. Then flashed you a grin and a wink and followed his men.

Even if he hadn’t given you the go ahead to take the night off, there wouldn’t have been any way for you to focus after that. Realizing you had fallen for none other than the leader of the Yokohama Liumang, Tianyou Zhou himself, had shocked you to your core.

Presently, a commotion in Survive startled you out of your thoughts and you looked over towards the door. Iroha had returned from her shopping trip. You watched as the bartender went over to help her lug a new sleeping mat upstairs. That meant your room would be ready soon and you would be able to get cleaned up, changed, and finally get some rest. Just that alone thought made you aware of just how exhausted you were. It had been a very long night, and you couldn’t wait to fall into bed. Honestly, if given enough time alone, you could’ve easily fallen asleep right there at the bar. To keep that from happening though, you returned to your thoughts and remembered the remainder of your time spent with the Liumang.

You didn’t see Zhao again until your job was done. After the night you learned of his real identity, it only took two more weeks for you to figure out who was responsible for the theft. There were six men total that were behind it all and they were quickly taken care of. With that done, all you had left was to complete a final audit and make sure the books could pass a government inspection, which only took a couple of days.

While you were waiting for the car that was coming to take you home, Zhao came downstairs and dismissed the guard who had been waiting with you.

“I’ll take it from here,” he said. “I have one last thing to discuss with them before they’re off.”

He waited until it was just the two of you before speaking again.

And this time when he spoke, it was as the man you shared dinner with all those times, not the leader of the Liumang.

“I’m sorry about lying to you,” he said, then chuckled nervously. “But when I figured out you didn’t know who I was, I thought not knowing might make it easier for you to relax.”

You waved off his apology with a smile.

“It’s okay,” you said. “You were right, I would have had my guard up the whole time.”

He nodded, chuckled, then started rubbing the back of his neck.

“Would it be okay with you if I asked for your phone number?” he asked.

You raised an eyebrow.

“Is that even allowed?” you said. “I mean, we’re technically not even on the same side here.”

“What people don’t know won’t kill ‘em,” he said, then winked at you with a grin. “Or us.”

You couldn’t help but grin back at him and slipped him one of your fake business cards with your very real personal cell number written on the back.

Since you had to keep the whole thing a secret, it was like a long-distance relationship in the sense that most of it occurred through text messages and late-night phone calls. Occasionally, Zhao was able to slip away from his bodyguards to sneak off to your apartment, but those times were very few and far between. It was extremely dangerous for him to enter Geomijul territory, yet he always managed to slip in and out without being noticed. He never could stay the night though, just a few hours at most. You’d fall asleep in his arms, then wake up alone the next morning. While it made you sad, you wouldn’t have traded those few hours with him for anything.

Another commotion in the bar roused you from your thoughts again, this time from Adachi and Nanba enthusiastically greeting someone. You assumed it was Kasuga returning from his meeting and turned to greet the man as well. Instead, you saw it was Joongi Han who had arrived.

Sliding carefully off the barstool, you got to your feet to greet your old friend, but you froze in place as you watched another man limp into the bar behind him.

It was Zhao. And your heart broke at the sight of him.

The Liumang traitors had put him through hell, the results of the beating they had given were obvious. He moved slowly, a slight wince on his swollen lips as he walked, one arm hugged tight across his abdomen in an indication of broken ribs. His face was battered and bruised, scabs and dried blood caking areas of his skin.

It was obvious he was in a lot of pain, but little showed on his face. The man was an expert on hiding how he truly felt unless you knew how to read him.

Your first instinct was to rush over to him, to take him in your arms and comfort him, to take care of him in his time of need. It took everything you had, a willpower you didn’t even know you possessed, but you managed to stay rooted in place.

Zhao nodded a greeting to the others, then his gaze quickly swept the room, as if searching for something. When his eyes landed on you, they widened in shock, his expression looking as taken back as you felt. You hadn’t looked in a mirror yet, but you assumed you probably looked about as bad as you felt.

The reservations you had about rushing over to him he clearly didn’t share. He strode right over to you as quickly as his injuries would allow and, in full view of everyone, pulled you into a tight hug. It made you both gasp in pain, but you didn’t care about the pain. All you cared about was the man holding you in his arms.

“Should we be doing this here?” you muttered against his jacket, holding it tightly in your fists as if afraid he’d disappear.

“It doesn’t matter anymore,” he said, then pulled back slightly to look at you. “I’ve stepped down from the Liumang. Seonhee oversees both factions now.”

That surprised you and your mouth dropped open.

“Seonhee?” you repeated, and he nodded in acknowledgement.

It took a moment, but things finally started clicking in your head.

“Then that means…we’re both civilians now?”

Zhao smiled a little and brought one hand up to caress your uninjured cheek.

“Yeah, we are,” he said softly. “We don’t have to hide anymore, baby.”

The effect of his words was immediate. Suddenly the mask you always wore around others was gone and the walls you’d built around yourself to protect yourself from outsiders came crashing down.

You couldn’t stop yourself from kissing him, tears of happiness and relief streaming down your face. The force of the kiss made you both wince, but he only pulled you closer, returning it with just as much passion.

You were so engrossed in one another that neither of you heard Han grumble to Namba about how he now owed Seonhee a thousand yen thanks to you two.

It wasn’t long before Kasuga returned from his meeting. By the time he’d filled you all in on what happened, your room had long since been ready, so you and Zhao retired upstairs for the night. While there wasn’t much room, the space was only a little bigger than your average walk-in closet, it was more than enough for the two of you.

Between the broken ribs and the lingering effects of a dislocated shoulder, getting his jacket and shirt off was slow going, but you managed. After filling a small basin with warm water from the sink in the other room, you helped clean him up. Once the dried blood and dirt was washed away, you applied the herbal poultice the bartender made to his wounds and bruises, then wrapped them in bandages.

While you insisted that he rest, Zhao insisted it was his turn now, wanting to take care of you as you did him. You changed the water in the basin since you could move around a little easier than he could, but once that was done, he took over as caregiver. He helped you undress and gently cleaned your wounds, softly kissing your neck and shoulders as he went, and dressed your injuries just as you did for him.

By the time he finished, your body felt electrified, and you couldn’t help but find his lips with yours. The kiss was softer than the one you shared downstairs, soft enough it didn’t hurt. He was more than eager to return your affection, his hands trailing gently along your body, caressing all the places you loved to be touched.

Considering the state you were both in, physical activity should have been the last thing on your mind. But at that moment, the need for physical touch and comfort overrode all common sense and logic. Soon you were under him on the bed. He held most of his weight off you with his good arm, your bodies close but not crushed together. His thrusts were slow to keep from hurting either of you, even slower than the times he’d teased you and taken his time with you. But, despite that, neither of you were able to last long. The fact it had been weeks since you’d last seen each other combined with the fear you’d lost one another to build a foundation for quick, earth-shattering orgasms. Afterwards, you passed out in each other’s arms, exhausted and hurting like hell, but happy.

When the next morning came, you were lulled up from sleep by a severe pounding in your head. You made the mistake of cracking your eyes open and then immediately shut them again with a groan. The tiny window in the room had no curtain, allowing bright sunlight to beam directly into your eyes. The sharp pain it sent into your brain caused your eyes and nose to water. It took a little while but eventually the pain began to recede back down to a throb. As it did, you became more aware of your body, and you wished you were still asleep.

You felt like total, absolute garbage.

From the top of your head to bottom of your feet, every single part of your body hurt horribly.

But then you became aware of a different sensation, one that was a contrast to all the pain. It was soft, a very gentle stroking feeling on your upper arm that was soothing.

You risked cracking your eyes open again. While it still hurt, you were prepared for the light this time, so it wasn’t quite as bad. Carefully, you tilted your head up and found yourself looking at Zhao’s smiling face. You were still laying in his arms, your head against his chest.

“Morning baby,” he said softly.

“Morning,” you whispered, then you smiled. “You’ve never stayed the night before.”

“First time for everything,” he replied with a chuckle, then he softly kissed you on the forehead. “Now I can always be by your side.”

While your heart swelled at his words, a thought occurred to you that made your smile falter and you looked away from him.

Now that you were both normal, everyday civilians, your lives were about the drastically change. Things were about to become much, much harder for the both of you. While The Geomijul had never been the wealthiest of factions, The Liumang, however, were a different story. They easily rivaled The Seiryu Clan in terms of finances, even if it didn’t appear that way on the surface. From birth until now, anything Zhao desired could be his. From the everyday necessities of life to fancy cars, dinners, and women, all he had to do was snap his fingers and it would be his.

Sensing your sudden turn of mood, Zhao lifted his free hand to gently take ahold of your chin and tilt your head up, so you were meeting his gaze once again.

“Hey now,” he said softly. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”

You started to nervously chew on your bottom lip but stopped when you accidentally bit down on the scab that was running right down the middle. It made you wince, and Zhao tutted at you with a chuckle.

“It’s just…won’t you get bored?” you finally asked. “We’re not going to have much of anything. My whole life burnt to the ground, everything I own is now in this room.”

He shook his head.

“I’ve never cared about any of that,” he said, stroking your arm again, but this time in a gesture of comfort. “But getting to wake up with you in my arms…now that’s something grand. I want to be here with you. I want to be by your side, now and forever. You’re the one that I love, and now I have the chance to love you the way I want to. The way you deserve.”

There were no more words needed at that point, neither from him nor from you.

The kiss that followed said anything that remained unsaid.