#ryu ga gotoku x reader

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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

[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:

[yakiimo-satsu]

The Morning After

Characters: Majima Goro, Kiryu Kazuma, Zhao Tianyou

Summary: The morning after getting drunk, you wake up to find him naked beside you...

Majima Goro

You wake up with a headache, accompanied by a soreness in your lower body.

As you struggle to open your eyes, the first thing you see is Majima's sleeping face and his bare upper body.

Oh shit, could it be...?

You try to recall what happened last night. You remember meeting Majima at a bar after work for drinks with colleagues and having a few drinks with him—well, judging by the intensity of your headache, it was definitely more than just a few drinks. You probably went to other bars afterward.

That much you remember.

But after that, your memory is completely blank, almost as if you’ve blacked out.

You glance around the room. The bed lamp, the curtains—everything screams the gaudy, over-the-top style typical of a love hotel. The lingering effects of last night's alcohol leave your head still foggy.

You sneak a peek at Majima, who’s still asleep.

Why is he still wearing an eyepatch while sleeping? you wonder. But honestly, he’s a really good-looking guy, exactly your type.

The sunlight filters through the curtains, casting a soft golden glow on his serene face. Even in sleep, the crease of his double eyelid is clearly visible. His upper lip is thin and slightly upturned, while his lower lip is full and plump, creating a delicate balance. The curve of his upper lip resembles that of a cat’s mouth.

He’s supposed to be the "Mad Dog"... you think to yourself, a small smile forming on your lips.

But given the current situation, you’re pretty sure something happened between the two of you.

Normally, you two only meet occasionally for drinks, but now, you’re both lying naked in the same bed. As an adult, you know exactly what this means.

What’s done is done, and you’re not going to beg for anything. It was consensual, after all. But if Majima acts like he doesn’t want to take responsibility, your world would definitely crumble. So, you decide to get dressed and leave before he wakes up.

You turn over, trying to sit up, but a hand grabs your waist and pulls you back onto the bed.

"Awake already?" Majima’s voice is husky with sleep.

"Weren’t you still asleep?" you ask. He nuzzles into the crook of your neck, his stubble tickling you.

"I’ve been awake for a while. I was just pretending to sleep."

What a sly man, you think to yourself. But with his hand firmly gripping your waist, you can’t make a sound. Both of you are still naked, and you can feel the warmth of his body.

"Why were you pretending to sleep?" you whisper, not daring to move, your body as stiff as a board.

"Because your sleeping face was too cute." His warm breath brushes against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine, causing you to twitch involuntarily. He seems amused by your reaction and continues, "I was mesmerized. But I figured you were about to wake up, so I pretended to sleep. But you were planning to sneak away, weren’t you? If I had really been asleep, would you have just left without a word?"

"I-I was just going to get dressed."

"That’s not allowed," he chuckles. "Are you trying to run away after having your way with me? What an irresponsible woman."

"Huh?!"

You thought Majima would be the one to act like that, but now it seems like you’re the irresponsible one?! The roles have completely reversed!

While you’re still reeling from the shock, Majima has already pinned you down beneath him.

You stare up at him, and to your embarrassment, you catch a glimpse of the mirror on the ceiling, where you can clearly see the Hannya tattoo on his back. Why on earth do love hotel rooms have mirrors on the ceiling?!

"If you dare try to run away without taking responsibility, I’ll chase you to the ends of the earth," he says with a serious expression.

"That’s terrifying!!! What do you mean by 'chase me to the ends of the earth'?!"

"Didn’t you say you liked me many times last night? Have you forgotten already?"

Majima’s words unlock a fragment of your memory, like a scene glimpsed through frosted glass—hazy, dreamlike, but undoubtedly real. The lingering sensation in your lower body confirms it.

"Well..." You don’t know what to say, or maybe you’re just too embarrassed to admit it.

"It seems like you don’t remember," he says with a hint of sadness.

Oh shit, is he going to do something to me? Your mind races. You know Majima is a yakuza. Is he going to throw you into Tokyo Bay or cut off your finger?

Majima quickly answers your unspoken question with a sly smile and a playful tone, "Then let me help you remember!"

"W-wait—!!!"

Kiryu Kazuma

You wake up at some unknown hour, and the first thing you see is the familiar Yinglong tattoo.

Kiryu is sitting by the window, smoking, his back to you. The dragon on his broad shoulders looks so lifelike, as if it could leap off his skin at any moment. The dragon’s body coils and twists, its scales finely detailed, its claws sharp and powerful, its eyes fierce and commanding, exuding an air of indomitable strength. The dragon’s tail wraps around his waist, while its head rears up, as if roaring or perhaps guarding this man. The tattoo’s lines are bold yet intricate, with black and red tones intertwining, radiating a danger aura.

Kiryu’s silhouette seems lonely, yet it’s filled with strength. His shoulders are slightly slumped, as if bearing a heavy burden, but they never bend.

As you quietly watch him, Kiryu suddenly moves, slowly turning his head to look at you. He smiles faintly, his deep voice breaking the silence of the room: "Good morning."

His voice is slightly hoarse, but it brings an inexplicable sense of comfort. He doesn’t say much, just stubs out his cigarette in the ashtray on the windowsill, his movements calm and deliberate. The last wisp of smoke curls around his fingers before dissipating into the air.

You glance at the clothes and underwear scattered on the floor. Even without lifting the blanket, you know you’re naked. And the sensation between your legs is undeniable evidence of what happened.

Memories of last night start to trickle back, like a light drizzle. You went drinking with Kiryu, and because you got too drunk, he took you back to your home. Then, emboldened by alcohol, you made a bold move. Thinking back on it now, you’re mortified. Finally, you muster the courage to speak:

"Um... Kiryu, I don’t remember anything from last night. I-I’m sorry!"

Kiryu tilts his head slightly and asks, "Why are you apologizing?"

"Because I made such an unreasonable request last night... I might have done something inappropriate, or even forced you into something."

"...I should be the one apologizing."

You’re confused by Kiryu’s sudden apology and look at him questioningly.

"The truth is... I’ve always liked you. I’ve always wanted to touch you, but I always held back."

You widen your eyes in surprise. "Eh...?"

"I’m not good with words, and I’ve never had the courage. I know I’m not worthy of someone as amazing as you. After I took you home, I was planning to leave. I didn’t want to take advantage of you while you were drunk. But when you kissed me, I lost all control. I’m such a pathetic guy."

"Kiryu, are you serious? I didn’t force you, did I?"

He shakes his head. "I just didn’t expect you to kiss me, even though you were drunk. After that, I lost control... I’m sorry."

Kiryu looks ashamed, but your attention is completely captured by his earlier confession. You never expected the "Dragon of Dojima" to have feelings for you. You’re overwhelmed, momentarily speechless.

Kiryu mistakes your silence for anger and says, "You hate me now, don’t you? You can despise me, be angry with me—"

Before he can finish, you grab his hand, wrapping both of your hands around his much larger one. "How could I hate you? Do you know how happy I was to hear you say you like me? Because I’ve always liked you too... I’m just upset that I don’t remember what happened last night."

Just as you’re about to let go of his hand, Kiryu suddenly grips yours tightly, if only for a brief moment. Startled, you look up and meet his deep, ocean-like eyes, which seem to hold the entire world within them.

In that moment, you see everything—him, the budding romance between you, and the weight of something profound that now exists between the two of you.

"Can I stay by your side forever?" Kiryu asks, his tone pleading, unlike his usual stoic self.

But you don’t dislike this side of him.

"I... want to stay by your side too," you reply shyly. "Do you want to pick up where we left off last night?"

"Is that okay?"

"Don’t ask if it’s okay."

With that, you wrap your arms around his shoulders and kiss him again, leaning back and pulling him down onto the bed with you. You both tumble into the sheets, into a hazy world where nothing exists except the sound of each other’s breathing.

Zhao Tianyou

Is this sleep paralysis?

That’s your first thought upon waking, because in your dream, you felt like something was restraining your body, making it impossible to move.

You slowly open your eyes, expecting to come face-to-face with a ghost, but instead, you see Zhao’s face.

The moment he realizes you’re awake, his previously drowsy eyes widen, and he stares at you with an intensity that’s almost frightening. He’s like a cat that’s just spotted a bird, his eyes gleaming as he gives you a lazy smile.

"Good morning." he says. Zhao has a habit of dragging out the ends of his sentences. If it could be written in text, it would be like adding a "~" symbol after his words.

No no, this isn't the time to be thinking about that. More importantly—what's going on here? Why are you sleeping in the same bed as Zhao? And besides, he's hugging way too tightly! What is he, a koala?!

"T-Tianyou?"

"Yep, it’s me. Who else would it be?"

Your mind is flooded with questions. You have no idea why he’s here or what’s going on, and you’re completely confused.

"W-what’s happening?!" You try to put some distance between the two of you, but he’s holding on too tightly.

"What, you don’t remember anything?" Zhao sighs helplessly and begins to recount what happened yesterday.

In short, you were at Zhao’s restaurant as usual, and the two of you drank a lot. Eventually, you both got drunk, and things escalated from there.

"But I remember clearly. Every single thing." Zhao squinted his eyes while smiling, looking like a cat who'd done something naughty, and spoke in a coy, cat-like voice, "Last night, I bit you. I thought if you got mad, I’d keep doing it until you accepted it. If you didn't react, I would bite a bit harder until you told me to be gentler, and I would obediently ease up. But you accepted it happily right from the start. It was quite unexpected - who knew you had such a kink?"

"You pervert!"

You’re impressed with how low your voice can go. But no matter how fiercely you glare at Zhao, he remains unfazed, humming a tune as he plays with your hair.

The truth is, you’ve always known. Zhao has always been particularly attentive to you, often inviting you to his restaurant for drinks and meals. Although you had feelings for him too, you deliberately kept your distance, mainly because he gave off the impression of being the type of scumbag who would toy with women.

"I should apologize for making you drink so much baijiu(a colorless Chinese liquor, typically coming in between 35% and 60% alcohol by volume) last night. Although I did it on purpose. But I didn’t expect you to hold your liquor so well, so we both ended up drunk," he says, still smiling, his mouth almost forming a "3" shape.

So, you ended up doing it with him, huh? It’s a shame you don’t remember anything.

He calls your name.

"Huh?" You’re lost in thought when you hear him call you, and you look up in surprise.

"Will you be my girlfriend?"

"Huh...?"

Before you can answer, he kisses you—first on the lips, then on your cheek, and finally on your earlobe. His kisses fall like raindrops.

"Tell me, do you like me?" he asks again.

"Mm—ah!"

Zhao gently bites your neck, causing you to let out a soft moan.

He chuckles softly. "See? You like it, don’t you?"

"I did not—"

[dem1verse]

𝕽𝐘𝐔 𝐆𝐀 𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐔

❪ 𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅; ❀ ━ 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓; ➵ ━ 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊; ★ ❫

━━━━━━━━ ﹆   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

[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.

—

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. . . 

————————

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. . . 

—-----------------

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.

[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]

Hello! Nobody requested Majima yet? Can I request dating headcanons for him, please? Thanks!

Hello! Ofc - here you go! 💕 Both SFW and NSFW below.

Surprising to some maybe, but Majima would have secretly felt rather flustered when first asking you out/confessing to you. Of course, he’d manage to mask it perfectly, by acting like his usual extravagant, quirky self, but just know that inside his stomach, the butterflies are going crazy.

To be honest, after everything he’s gone through in the past, he may attempt to ignore his feelings at first, and keep you at arms length, but he would fail at this tremendously. When he falls for someone, he falls hard.

He might not be the best with romantic words or proclamations of love, however behind closed doors he is a cuddle bug, and in need of physical affection often. He just loves to be touching you somehow, whether it be simply holding your hand, snuggling in with you on the sofa or in bed, or resting an arm around your shoulders whilst watching a movie.

As said previously, he’s not the best with words and proclamations of love, however he is very good at giving compliments, and you will receive them often. They’ll mainly be centred on how you look, but they would still be sweet all the same.

Protective man, and he would maybe attempt to keep you away from the Yakuza side of things, although this may prove difficult. He just wouldn’t want you getting mixed up in any dangerous situations, or having to witness violence. He’d worry that maybe one day it would be too much for you, and you’d be scared off for good.

Though he’s protective, he wouldn’t baby you, as he trusts you can handle yourself with daily life. He’s also not particularly jealous. He trusts you so much, and believes he doesn’t need to worry about things like that. However, on the very rare occasion that he is jealous, he would be very quiet and brooding, and would overthink everything. You’d have to encourage him to tell you what’s wrong, otherwise he will stay silent and it will just eat away at him.

Though he’s open minded and willing to try kinks and new things, he’s not massively that bothered about kinks himself. He’d probably prefer sex to be a bit more soft and loving. Man doesn’t get enough affection in day-to-day life, so would crave it from you.

That being said, though he prefers sex to be a bit more chilled, he can still go hard and fast when he feels like it. Particularly when he’s feeling a bit frustrated or stressed. He would never be rough unless prompted by yourself, but his pace would be relentless when he’s in a bad mood, and he would appear a lot more stiff and cold.

Majima is so good at oral. He has a wicked tongue, and knows how to put that mouth to good use. He’d catch on quickly to all your sensitive spots, and would know exactly where to lick, suck and bite to turn you in to a quivering mess. He would also love watching your reactions, and his heated gaze would be on you often, staring up at you from between your thighs.

His favourite place to fuck you would definitely be the bedroom. He likes to be comfy, and his bed would be nothing but luxurious, and would be the perfect place for post-sex cuddles too. Majima would likely cuddle you and fall asleep with his head resting on yours after sex. It makes him very sleepy, and he’d just feel so at ease and relaxed next to you. He’s all about comfort, and loves being lazy with you.

[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💕💕

[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 Stay Over at Their Place

Characters: Kiryu Kazuma, Y0! Nishikiyama Akira, Aoki Ryo, Majima Goro

Kiryu Kazuma

- The moment you step into his bathroom for a hot shower, you realize there’s only one bottle of body wash in there.

- You pick it up for a closer look—only to find it’s a 13-in-1 men’s body wash.

- Yes, you read that right. Thirteen-in-one.

- It claims to function as body wash, shampoo, conditioner, facial cleanser, toothpaste, mouthwash, eye drops, moisturizer, protein powder, sports drink, toilet cleaner, floor disinfectant, and laundry detergent.

- You stare in disbelief. Everything after "mouthwash" has clearly crossed the line from bath products. How the hell does Kiryu use this stuff without his face melting off? And yet, his skin and hair are flawless.

- There’s no way you’re putting that on your body, so you end up just rinsing off with water.

- After the shower, since Kiryu doesn’t own any women’s pajamas, you borrow his clothes.

- His clothes, like the man himself, carry a faint woody scent. But the thought that they were probably washed with that 13-in-1 abomination makes your skin itch uncontrollably.

"Didn’t you just shower?" Kiryu asks, watching you scratch yourself like a madman.

You shoot him a glare. "It’s because your house doesn’t have a single normal bottle of body wash!"

Kiryu blinks, genuinely confused by your anger. "That body wash works fine. I’ve always used that brand."

"I don’t care! Tomorrow, you’re buying proper body wash and shampoo, or I’m never coming over again!" you snap.

Kiryu frowns, deep in thought for a few seconds, as if seriously considering your demand.

"...But," he says slowly, "there’s still a lot left in that bottle. Buying new ones would be wasteful."

"Wasteful my ass!" You nearly jump in frustration. "That thing isn’t meant for human use! Where the hell did you even buy that chemical weapon?!"

"Donki," he answers honestly. "It was on sale—buy one, get one free."

"..." You cover your face and take a deep breath, trying to calm down. This man’s brain has definitely been fried by that 13-in-1 body wash.

"Listen, Kazuma," you say, "normal people don’t use body wash that can also clean toilets. Understand?"

He falls silent, his gaze drifting toward the bathroom as if reminiscing about his years of bathing with the stuff. Finally, he nods. "...Fine. I’ll buy new ones tomorrow."

Nishikiyama Akira

- Nishiki is a man of refinement—just look at his silky, well-maintained hair.

- Unlike someone, Nishiki would never stoop to using 2-in-1 shampoo. Instead, he owns separate bottles of shampoo, conditioner, and hair mask.

- Lathering, rinsing, treating—he approaches each step with meticulous care, spending a full hour on his hair. Drying it takes another thirty minutes, and he even applies hair oil beforehand to prevent split ends.

Knowing you’d be staying at Nishiki’s place tonight, you secretly wore a set of black lace lingerie—his favorite. Your plan was to "accidentally" let your clothes slip after he finished showering, just to see his stunned reaction.

But Nishiki’s shower takes forever.

"Deep-cleansing shampoo → scalp massage (5 min) → hair mask (30 min) → body wash → exfoliation → cold water to close pores..."

—His routine is like some kind of sacred ritual.

You wait on the couch, listening to the sound of running water and the clinking of bottles from the bathroom, until you eventually doze off.

In your half-asleep state, you feel someone gently lifting you by your back and knees. When you open your eyes, Nishiki is looking down at you, his skin carrying the faint scent of his expensive body wash.

"...Why’d you fall asleep here?" he murmurs, his voice softer than usual.

Still groggy, you try to answer, but he effortlessly carries you to bed. His arms are warm, his chest pressed against your cheek, and you can hear the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

As he tucks you in, you struggle to wake up and execute your "surprise plan," but he wraps the blankets tightly around you. "Just sleep. " he says, ruffling your hair. As he pulls his hand back, his fingers brush against the lace strap peeking out from your collar—

—He definitely noticed.

But the next second, the bedside lamp clicks off. In the darkness, you hear him chuckle. "I won’t take so long tomorrow."

Aoki Ryo

- Aoki is your boss, but your relationship is... well, complicated.

- You explore each other’s bodies like lovers—in empty offices late at night, in hotel rooms, leaving scorching marks with fingertips and lips. But when morning comes, he reverts to the composed Governor of Tokyo, and you’re just another subordinate, as if last night’s intimacy never happened.

- Not that you mind. In fact, you were the one who proposed keeping things this way—dramatic relationships are too much trouble. All you want is someone to satisfy your needs when you’re lonely, nothing more.

- No good morning texts, no constant togetherness, no endless empty promises.

- No debts, no obligations—just mutual warmth when needed, nothing beyond that.

- Usually, you meet at hotels, but tonight, Aoki invites you to his place for dinner, and you end up staying over.

After an intense session, your skin sticky with sweat, you push off his damp chest, grab the shirt he discarded earlier, and head to the bathroom barefoot.

Aoki’s bathroom is spacious and minimalist, the marble countertop gleaming under cold light. You turn on the faucet, splashing cool water on your flushed face—but when you look up, you freeze.

On the sink sits a brand-new bottle of makeup remover.

Not just that—next to it is a lineup of your usual high-end skincare products. You never told him what brands you use. A fluffy new towel is neatly folded nearby, complete with a headband for washing your face. There’s even an unopened toothbrush in a cup that matches his—as if this home had always reserved a space for you.

Your throat tightens. Oh hell no. This is way too much.

The water keeps running, but you’re rooted in place. The mirror reflects the marks on your neck—the ones he left earlier with near-desperate intensity. Suddenly, you recall his uncharacteristic silence tonight, the slight tremble in his fingers when he gripped your wrists—

—Turns out, in this game, someone has unknowingly crossed the line.

"What’s wrong?"

Aoki’s voice comes from behind. His bangs, still damp with sweat, fall over his forehead, and his usually sharp gaze is softer now.

"...When did you prepare all this?" you ask, forcing calm into your voice.

Aoki glances at the items on the sink and shrugs. "Just bought them randomly."

"Liar. These are all my usual brands." You call out his flimsy excuse without mercy. "For a relationship like ours, this stuff is unnecessary, don’t you think?"

If you’d gone to a hotel, all traces would’ve vanished by dawn. Makeup remover, skincare, matching toothbrush cups—none of this fits your arrangement.

"I know," he cuts in, his fingers brushing your cheek. "We take what we need. No interference."

His thumb grazes your lower lip, but his eyes are terrifyingly calm. "But how I arrange my home is my business."

You suddenly realize—this man is pushing boundaries, inch by inch, dissolving the unspoken rules between you.

God, he’s latched onto you. This is getting troublesome.

As his lips crush against yours, the thought coils tight in your chest: You’ll never shake him off now.

Majima Goro

- This is your first time staying at his place, and his bathroom is normal—at least compared to Kiryu’s "13-in-1 biochemical weapon" and Nishiki’s shrine to haircare.

- The shelves are neatly stocked with body wash, shampoo, and conditioner, all labels facing outward. Surprisingly tidy.

- But when you open the closet to look for pajamas, your entire body locks up.

- There are several sets of women’s sleepwear—understandable, since Majima is popular with women.

- But what the hell is that neon pink snakeskin tube dress doing there? And that ridiculous blonde wig next to it?

- You hold up the dress. The size... there’s no way this is for an average woman.

- No no no... this is all wrong. Even for cosplay, what woman would willingly wear something this tacky? Which means only one possibility...

- Oh god. Is Majima actually...? Are you just a cover to hide his real sexuality?!

The bathroom door suddenly slides open. Majima pokes his head out, hair still dripping. "Find the pajamas? I bought some new ones for you—"

He spots the snakeskin dress in your hands and pauses. Then he sighs. "Ah... you found out, huh?"

You hold up the dress accusingly. "What the hell is this?"

"Oh, that? I wore it to mess with Kiryu-chan," Majima answers casually.

"...Mess with Kiryu?" you repeat slowly, your mind conjuring images of Kiryu facing off against a blonde-wigged, neon-clad Majima. You shake your head violently to erase that atrocious picture.

"Yep!" Majima steps closer, steam still rising from his body. "Back then, he’d just gotten outta prison, and I wanted to see if he’d lost his edge. But he refused to fight me no matter what! So I had to get creative—bought this outfit, slapped on the wig, and posed as a hostess to lure him to a cabaret club. The look on his face when he saw me? Priceless."

You imagine Kiryu’s expression upon encountering a full-glam Majima and feel a pang of sympathy for the legendary "Dragon of Dojima."

"So... you’re not into cross-dressing or anything...?" you ask hesitantly.

Majima blinks, then bursts out laughing. "Wait, that’s why you were so pissed just now?"

You roll your eyes. "Who the hell dresses up as a hostess just to pick a fight...?"

"Heh." Majima suddenly grins, his eye glinting with mischief. "I’ve got even better ones."

He rummages through the closet and pulls out a police uniform and a pair of handcuffs, dangling them in front of you with a playful smirk. "Whaddya say? Wanna go for round two?"

As you stare at his eager expression, it suddenly makes sense why Kiryu avoids him—this man’s dedication to messing around is downright terrifying.

Bonus: Akiyama Shun!

- Akiyama’s old house lmao

I’m not a big fan of writing, but I was STARVING, so I had to cook for myself

[yakiimo-satsu]

The Morning After 2

Character: Goda Ryuji

You wake up before Ryuji does—the soft snoring sounds he makes tells you that.

His back is turned to you, so the moment you open your eyes, you meet the gaze of the dragon inked across his skin. You’ve seen that tattoo countless times, yet it never fails to steal your breath—not because of its ties to traditional Japanese irezumi or its symbolism in the yakuza world, but simply because the design itself is overwhelming. Every time you look at it, you can’t help but let out a quiet gasp of awe.

Your hand glides over the thick muscles of his back, fingertips tracing the dragon’s outline, feeling the warmth beneath his skin. He once mentioned that this tattoo was done by a master artist. The craftsmanship is astonishing—every scale meticulously detailed, its eyes gleaming with life, its claws bared as if it might tear free from his skin and lunge at you any second.

As you focus on the intricate texture of the dragon’s scales beneath your fingers, you suddenly feel the muscles under your palm tense slightly. Ryuji’s sleep-roughened voice comes muffled from the pillow: "…What’re you doin’?"

You don’t pull your hand away. "Just admiring your dragon. It’s ridiculously beautiful every time I see it."

Ryuji chuckles low in his throat, his shoulders shaking with laughter, making the dragon ripple under your touch as if coming alive. He rolls over lazily, and you catch sight of the long scar running across his mouth—a mark that’s been on his body far longer than the tattoo.

"You like it that much? Want me to peel it off and frame it on the wall for you?" Ryuji raises an eyebrow, his tone teasing.

You think to yourself: Not enough to want a preserved piece of tattooed skin… but it really is stunning.

"It suits you, honestly. You both terrifying in your own way," you say with a grin.

Anyone caught under that dragon’s sharp glare would surely tremble in fear—just like they would before Goda Ryuji himself. It might be strange to say something like that about a tattoo, but it fits him perfectly.

"Yeah?" Ryuji considers this for a moment before adding, "Like how dogs start looking like their owners?"

You burst out laughing. "That’s such a dumb comparison."

Ryuji frowns slightly, displeased. "Didn’t you say you like men who are a little stupid?"

"I did, yeah," you admit. Your fingers trail along his jawline, stopping at the scar, lightly tracing it. He shivers faintly under your touch, and you can’t help but smirk, deliberately lingering on the mark. "Still this sensitive after all these years?" you tease softly, watching his eyes narrow slightly.

Ryuji catches your wrist—not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough that you can’t pull away. His palm is rough with calluses from years of gripping a sword, warm against your skin. "…Shut it," he mutters before yanking you into his arms.

"You’re such a meanie—" you drawl playfully, but press your face against his chest, listening to the steady, strong rhythm of his heartbeat. For a man who looks so intimidating, he holds you tightly, almost like an overgrown guard dog. "But Ryuji is just like that dragon - though he looks fierce, there's also a sense of protection and guardianship about him."

He pauses, then laughs. "You make me sound like some kind of lucky charm." His fingers slide into your hair, gently massaging the back of your head. "Not a bad thing, though."

The satisfied murmur is unbearably sweet. He leans down, and sensing what’s coming, you close your eyes naturally, a smile spreading between your lips as they meet his.

[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!!

[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.

[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!! 😭❤