#ryu gokurakugai

[enihk-writes]

[someone older]

pairing: older!multi-fandom men x gn!they/them!reader

reader is written to be in their early twenties, under twenty-five and fresh out of uni with their first degree and no corporate work experience.

summary: shorts about old men and a younger beau to-be

content warning: big age-gap relationships // superior-subordinate power imbalance // possible infantilization // some form of saviour-complex // (some unintentional) manipulation

characters: zhongli (genshin impact) // neuvilette (genshin impact) // jing yuan (honkai star rail) // tang gunak (return of the blossoming blade) // dokgo (return of the mad demon) // chongyue (arknights) // shamane (RE:1999) // hiromi higuruma (jujutsu kaisen) // ryū (gokurakugai)

author's note: my lovely oomfs i need yall to look away and pretend im doing okay,,, the demons and the little voices in my head have won and taken over..... i have to make that middle-aged man pregnant so so so so bad it's terminal... (head in hands)... OUGHHHHKKKGSHHH (coughs blood and straight up dies)..... looking at the list here i really have a type huh....

[PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION! I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ANY TRIGGERS CAUSED BEYOND THIS LINE]

ZHONGLI who had lived for long enough to have seen and experienced almost everything one could see, was still taken aback when he felt a familiar throb in his heart as he conversed with the new face of the artisan's alley. a fledgling who had just left their nest and was beginning to make their way into the world — your naivety much unlike your more seasoned neighbours who knew how to set the prices of their goods to gain the maximum profit. you were often tricked and scammed out of selling your wares at their proper price, too scared to stand your ground and disrespect your older customers. the former archon couldn't bear to see a budding talent, such as yourself, sell themselves short out of expected social courtesy. he often found himself buying your highest-priced works even if he had to empty his entire wallet. you were beyond grateful for his patronage, even offering a commission, free of charge. that's just how bad business was before he stepped in. oh you poor thing, now that he knows how easy it was to get you dancing in his palm, how could he let you meet better opportunities? he was your lifeline, the only way you were going to make it in this career you chose. and you better not forget that.

NEUVILETTE knew that he shouldn't be so enamoured with the new hire. really. a being who had been alive for as long as he falling in love with someone thousands of years their junior? he wanted to rip his hair out. the chief justice approached this predicament as he would with almost anything he deemed annoying — avoidance. sending you out on errands that kept you out of the office for the whole day, giving days off to everyone if there was nothing on the agenda, having you go sort out documents in the filing room, and a whole host of other things that made sure you and him wouldn't cross paths. once he had a clearer mind to sit down and think, he is immediately riddled with guilt. weren't his actions akin to that of a black company employer? you on the other hand, could not be happier to hit the jackpot. good pay, regular days off, responsibilities that didn't require you to rack your brain too much. this was everything an energy-saving adult like you could ever want. it must be nice to frolic around and stay blissfully unaware while your boss was in the middle of a mental breakdown alone in his office.

JING YUAN was a calculating man, despite the commonly held belief that he never really took things too seriously. he kept a rather consistent air of nonchalance so impenetrable that it annoyed you whenever you couldn't discern what was on his mind at that moment. your after-hours hobby these days was to drop by the community starchess club and play a few rounds with the people there. and who else was waiting there at your seat every day? your damned boss. the elders who were there swooned over the handsome general, remarking about how you and him made a great pair — much to your chagrin. the man would always send a blinding smile in your way as you got closer, even going so far as to help you settle down. the routine was always the same each night. you would play against him for at least five rounds consecutively, lose against him in almost every single match, play against the other club members, gather your things and go home for the day. the general would also coincidentally be done with his activities. he offered to walk you to your front door, you've learnt from the one time you refused that the general was unusually talented in pulling an extremely sad, pathetic, wet and kicked puppy face. unfortunately, you were too nice to reject him further. ah, but now that he knew of that weakness of yours, you'd better expect that he would be pulling the same trick again soon.

TANG GUNAK felt that he was far too geriatric to be feeling this way. especially when he had adult children of his own. the youngest of whom was only a few years older than you were. a talented person, emerging at the top of your class in the academy meant that the world was your oyster. so why had you decided to come down to sichuan and work as an aide in this family? the patriarch had no clue, and he certainly didn't know how to even bring up the question. at first, he had hoped that perhaps you and one of his children would be wed but as time passed, it became increasingly obvious you were not interested in them at all, rather you had set your sights on the patriarch himself. him? the widower? the poor man who had only felt the touch of his dead wife? he was very scandalised that the young aide of his house was so open about their attraction to him. however, it seemed nobody in the household was on his side. not even his own flesh and blood. though for all that forwardness, he never expected that you would be so hesitant and shy when you were alone with him. it was endearing how you became more diligent whenever that happened, how you would engross yourself in your work just to pretend he wasn't there with you. the next time he looked up from what he was doing, you were passed out on your desk. he moved over to carry you back to your quarters — it was deep into the night right now anyways, so nobody would see him with you in his arms. he tucked you into bed, leaving as quickly as he came. the glimpse of his own flushed face in the reflection of the window never left his mind the rest of that week.

DOKGO had agreed to follow his disciple to town only because said disciple was going to throw a tantrum in his courtyard and the older man was not in the mood to deal with the adult child. the master pretended to not be acquainted with his own disciple when the man began to flirt with the women passing by. he walked on and sat down at a vacant bench in front of a teahouse. his troublesome disciple eventually shook off the girls clinging onto him and joined his master at the table, a string of apologies falling out his mouth when he caught sight of the older man's disapproving glare. only when the younger man offered to pay did the old master's hardened expression fall softer — fine, he said with a grunt. the second headache of the day came in the shape of you, a wandering merchant, or so you said. you slipped in to sit next to the master after the disciple had graciously allowed you to. not like the older man could oppose when there weren't any empty seats in the vicinity. while the conversation was lively as you talked with the disciple about your travels, he could only focus solely on the callouses of your palms, something a merchant who says they are not a martial artist shouldn't have. you had noticed his scrutinising gaze, throwing him a quick grin as you continued the chat with his disciple. oh? he could only wonder what that was about. shame that his dull, blockheaded disciple had let that slip past him. the master wonders if he should up the training regime when they get back.

CHONGYUE was up and early, as he usually does, leading the daily morning exercise with the other operators. the doctor not being there was somewhat expected, but you going missing? that was a first. when the morning exercise was over, he headed up to your room to check on you, finding the door slightly ajar. cautiously, he walked into the dark room, you had a bag of junk near the entry, from the looks of it you were living off cup noodles and soda, again. no wonder you were now curled up in bed all sick. he might have to give you an earful later, but for now, he puts aside your laundry and took out the trash. he goes down to the canteen, ordering some warm chicken porridge and even stopping by the nurse's office to pick up whatever he thinks you might need. this time, you were now somewhat awake. grumbling and muttering complaints under your breath from the disturbance, he helped you sit up. you insisted on feeding yourself, but he would have none of it. you could only comply and open your mouth wide every time he brought the spoon to your lips. you finished the food and even took the medicine obediently, earning praise from the man himself. before he left, he rubbed some medicinal balm on your stomach, layering warm blankets and patted you back to sleep, reciting an abbot's chants as he did so. the nostalgic feeling was comforting. you should thank him when you got better — maybe he might be interested in a popular classic novel from your home country, or should you try your luck with the lacquer pots instead?

SHAMANE spotted a figure hunched over the running stream near his hut as he was out collecting the fresh water he would need for the day. when they didn't answer his calls, he walked over, not too worried about whether the figure was a dangerous critter or not. the snap of a twig had them spin their head in his direction — that's when he met your eyes. you both stared at the other, sizing each other up. when he decided that you were not a threat, he introduced himself with his signature smile. you did the same, albeit quieter, still a little peeved from seeing a large bearded man in the middle of nowhere. friendly as ever, he kept the conversation going. he talked about himself, he asked about you, and so on and so forth until you finally admitted to him that you had gotten lost in the mountains, also you had twisted your ankles. he pointed to his hut and asked if you wanted to rest in there until you got better, how could you say no? the month when you lived under the same roof as him passed by quickly, and soon enough it was time for you to go back down the mountain. when you both parted ways at the entrance of the village, there was an air of reluctance in saying goodbye. you promised to write to him, maybe even visit him. he only laughed you off, not expecting much to come out of that. though when he received his sister's letter not long after, he thought about taking you with him to his hometown. but ah, isn't visiting each other hometowns a thing expectant newlyweds do? well, he could always pretend he didn't know about these things, couldn't he?

HIGURUMA was pretty friendly with the tenants renting out the office space next door. all of whom were fresh design school graduates trying to start a business together. you were the one he's grown the most familiar with, the unofficial boss of the company and the one who was single-handedly juggling your own practice along with other administrative duties. he helped you where he could, the doors to his own law office always open to you — even in the wee hours of the night. you would sit cross-legged on the big swivel chair as both of you engrossed yourselves in your respective work with the boxes of takeout splayed all over his table. when it was late enough that you missed the last train, he drove you back to your apartment. and everytime you sat in the passenger seat, he would reach over to pull the seatbelt on for you. you could have done it yourself but how were you supposed to pass up the chance to have him come this close? enough to even catch a whiff of his cologne? the lawyer himself knew that you were capable enough to do something this simple, but he couldn't help but enjoy the way you tried not to look at him as he did this each time. the ride back was quiet and serene, your tired body sank into the plush of his car seats and soon you were knocked out cold. even when you were both already parked outside your residence, you still wouldn't rouse. he clicks the seatbelt off you, even going so far as to push the seat back so you were lying more comfortably. you've done this enough times where he has a blanket to cover you with as he waited for you to wake up. which you would, and feel so ashamed. he thinks about how cute you were babbling out your apologies and thanks, all while scrambling to pull yourself together and out his car. only to repeat this whole song and dance the very next night.

RYŪ was a bit of a recluse. never really leaving his room unless it was for a really good reason. which was rare, and by rare it was almost never. but a human had to eat, shit and get clean — which was where you came in. as the designated errand runner for the organisation, you were the one that ended up having to take care of that guy's day-to-day needs. you might have hated him at first, with how picky he was with his food, even the brand of his necessities had to be the exact right one. doesn't matter if the stock ran out, you had to go out there and haunt for a place that still has it or else he wouldn't even entertain your presence. the one good thing you had going about you was that you were adaptable, learned things quick and was light on your feet. if things went south, you always had a backup, and a backup for the backup, you get the idea. the man, mayhaps out of the other's insistence, but you liked to think that he had warmed up to you, started to initiate conversations. at some point whenever you brought him his meals, he would make you sit and watch him eat. at first, you didn't know what to talk about, but then you also started bringing your own lunchboxes to eat alongside him, and you talked his ear off about what you made that day. over time, you both fell into a routine and on days when he's kept you a little too long with him, you'd stay over and crash on his couch. and after more time had passed, he's already got some of your clothes together with his in the wardrobe. hell, he even bought a bigger sofa just so you could sleep better whenever you stayed over. give it more time and who knows, you might end up moving in completely, not that this old hack would mind too much.

[siasthoughts]

« CARROTS? »

CONCEPT; RYU X F!BUNNY HYBRID READER . HE THOUGHT YOU ONLY ATE CARROTS AND VEGGIES?

TOPICS/WARNINGS; NOTHING REALLY . CAN JUST GET A LIL SECOND HAND EMBARASSMENT . FLUFF . READER IS KINDA SILLY .

idea from @kyoiai hope i didn't disappoint ! nah i was lowkey giggling writing this

WORD COUNT; 0.8K

you walk into the office and sighing as you sat down on the couch, tired from the mission you just finished. it was just yoki, dara, and ryu that are currently with you in the room, with the first two just working out some new bullets made fresh from alma's blood, and the other sat beside you, downing another bottle of alcohol.

"is that your 10th bottle this morning?" you joked, leaning forward onto your knees as he put the bottle down to sit beside him. "7th, even i don't drink that much." ryu replied coldly, looking at your ears stretching up above your head and back at your face. "mm, alright," you hummed, leaning back against the couch again, "do my ears make you a bit uncomfortable?" you asked, reaching up to scratch the white, soft fur.

"no..." he said, his voice slightly tinged with nervousness. in honesty, he found your ears actually... kind of cute. he brought the mouth of the bottle back up to lips, and taking in the last sip before standing up, "i'm gonna go buy something." he voiced as he threw the bottle into the trash and tied up his hair. "if you're gonna get more booze, get me a bottle too, please!" you said, watching as he walked out the door. does he think he made you feel bad...?

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

MEANWHILE WITH RYU.

he scratched his head as he walked into the corner mini shop just next to the agency building, booze? you drink booze? he thought cluelessly as he first—of course—walked towards the alcohol aisle, picking out... 2 bottles of his usual.

AFTER A FEW MINUTES.

you hear a creak as you were just watching dara and yoki at work, yoki explaining to you how they make tao's bullets—who knows if the information even made it past your ears? the sound catches your attention, making you turn your eyes to the door to see ryu with a plastic bag.

"did you get me some booze?" you asked, walking over to him with a playful smile, eyeing the bag. "yeah, and some other stuff." he replied, holding up the bag and handing it to you as he took his bottle out. he walked over to the couch as you look into the bag curiously, not ready for what was really in the bag aside from a bottle of some cheap alcohol.

ryu's gaze shifted to you as you started quietly snickering before it turned into full blown laughing, yoki and dara turn to you, with an eyebrow slightly raised. "what's so funny?" yoki asked, confused as he scratched his head. you try to speak, but you struggled to catch your breath as you felt your stomach cramp from laughing.

"y-" you muttered before laughing again, "did you think i j-just ate carrots?" you said, feeling tears form at the corners of your eyes as you clutched onto your stomach, walking over slowly to the couch and slowly placing the bag (with a bottle of alcohol and 2 carrots inside) onto the center table. "you don't?" he frowned, genuinely puzzled as he popped open the bottle before he started hearing other snickering from behind him—yoki and dara.

you stumble over to sit on the couch, still holding onto your stomach as your laughs slowly start to get breathless. "y-yeah, my secret to these amazingly powerful legs are carrots!" you joked, feeling your body flop around more in trying to ignore the pain from laughing.

he clicked his tongue, unbothered, before tugging onto your ears, making you yelp as you tried to pull on his wrists to make him let go. "why didn't you tell me earlier?" he groaned, realizing how soft your ears actually are. he knew they'd be soft, but not this soft, it was addicting. a small hum came from his throat as thumb started to rub against your ears, making your body slightly melt at the feeling.

"hey!" you scowled, quickly coming to your senses as you continued to tug at his wrists, "let go!" you squeezed onto his arm before he finally let go, "okay, i am, i am." he said as a small smile curled onto his lips, finally drinking from the bottle as the incident came back to you, giving you a final laugh as you pulled the bottle from the bag and one of the carrots.

you crossed your legs as you opened the bottle, then taking a crunchy bite off the carrot, "you think carrots will taste good with booze?" you asked sarcastically before taking a big gulp from the bottle, making you burp. "sounds like it does." he answered jokingly as he took a sip from his bottle.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

now, he'll occasionallly get a feel of your ears every time he passes by you, smiling as he does so. and you'll usually return the energy by saying "mm, carrots!"

you have reached the end of this post

⌂ HOME?

[gothbobas]

[starlitcorgi]

When You're Not Sure If Your Alcoholic Sensei Is Trying To Teach You Or Kill You:

[wermarises]

Birthday present!

[cashclawmachine]

🖤🖤🖤

[kierancaz]

Reading gokurakugai is great bc I love seeing the mc have two girls who are like his “driving force” instead of two guys and neither of them are romantic interest. So far this reminds me of jjk so I’m gonna compare it to that but I just love seeing the girls be important and not just as possible love interest !!

Like with jjk obvi Nobara is super important to Yuuji. But she (from what I’ve seen, I could be wrong) hasn’t gotten that one on one convo with Yuuji to inspire him in some big way. That’s a job for Megumi, who narratively, is more important than Nobara. Which isn’t a bad thing !!! And I’m not saying it is or anything, just that to Yuuji, Megumi has more narrative significance.

And it’s the same thing with their mentor figure. The only thing I really have to say about that is Gojo is a guy. That’s fine. He’s the mentor and he’s obviously super important and he’s a dude and that’s all well and good.

But with Alma his mentor figure is Tao and the person who’s giving him his harsh but motivational speech is Nei and I love that !!! Alma doesn’t really seem to have any guy friends that he’s close to so it feels right that the person who’s monologuing at him right now is Nei instead of Ryo who he literally just met. Nei knows him better. She knows Tao better. So this just makes sense that’s this big moment is happening with her rather then Ryo or Yoki or someone.

IDK I JUST LOVE THIS SERIES AND HAVE REALLY HIGH HOPES FOR IT AND UGHHHH

[amaderika]

didn't get the hype at first but now i KINDAA wanna write for him

[oldmama]

[fleetwoodmoth]

I'm a raging bisexual

[nian-7]

hello! Not sure if u still write for the fandom or this character but could I request a fic with ryu from gokurakugai? Theres literally like no fics about him so I would love anything 😭 Thank You! <333

i will ALWAYS write gokurakugai, anon. i love it sm.. feel free to request as much of it as you want!!

Ryu x gn!reader

✧fluffy hcs (still need to get a feel for his character)

-Even when Ryu says he doesn't care about others lives, you can't help but laugh quietly. Like, really? He has you for gods sake! He's got to care about your life!

-He's a very indifferent lover on the outside but on the inside, he's very set and sure of his ideas when it comes to your relationship. He knows every little gift you enjoy, whether that be the specific flavors, scents, colors, etc.

-You'll be prying the bottle of sake from his dead hands honestly. There's nothing you can do about it and even when he kisses you, he still has to hold it...

-Lots and lots of dramatic sighs from him whenever you try to do something lovey dovey. Randomly sitting on his lap, grabbing his face to kiss it, giving him a cute gift, using a cheesy pickup line, etc etc all cause him to release a loud sigh.

-It's not that he can't admit that he enjoys your attention, it's more like he chooses not to admit that he enjoys it. If you try to ask him, he'll dodge the question.

-He finds it amusing when you get tipsy from drinking sake with him.. You're the only person he'll ever think about sharing it with and even then, most times he'll think for a moment and say no.

please do not repost any of my work without my permission, thank you for reading.

[raamitsu]

ILLUSTRATION OF RYU SENO FROM YUTO SANO TO CELEBRATE HIS BIRTHDAY 🎂

[ OCTOBER 1st, LIBRA ♎ ]

side note: he is 40 years old in the manga but since there is no info of the year of his birth, just assumed that he's... uh... 40 years old now.

[siasthoughts]

« SUFFOCATE ME »

CHARACTERS; RYU (GOKURAKUGAI) x GN!READER

TOPICS & WARNINGS; HEADLOCK 🤤 . JUST A FUNNY LIL DRABBLE I THOUGHT OF

bro i'm sorry for leaving you guys i js felt rly tired 😔 but i'll be back now (hopefully and actually this time!) i also realized i'm LITERALLY the only one who's made a ryu fic so make me the trendsetter and let my name be knownn!! + going under an account renovation LAWLL

"what?" he says with a slightly disgusted tone.

i mean, you did just ask him to suffocate you with his arms.

"please?" you pouted as he frowns at you. he sighs, walking over to you as he rolls his sleeve up. "suffocate you, huh?" he says as a small smirk forms at his lips. ryu then walks behind you and positioning his toned arm around your neck, "how far do you want me to go, dear?"

"just enough to make me go a bit pale." you joked before he suddenly tightens his arms, making your head go a bit dizzy, but was it really from the headlock? you pull out your flipphone from your pocket and taking a quick selfie of your head squished between an older man's arms.

[iluvluvnutella]

Ryu | Gokurakugai

[demoonlady]

Birthday illustration by Yuto Sano-sensei! Happy birthday Ryu-san! 🎉

[madmarchhare]

That's an... Entrance?