#nishitani homare x reader

[cyberheavens]

Homare Nishitani x Reader - Relationship HCs

Idk why i am into him…but i am and theres a severe lack of content for the horndog. putting this out and then dropping some Majima hcs later lol

genre: relationship HCs, fluff, suggestive

content warnings: suggestive, slightly unhealthy relationship stuff, Nishitani being Nishitani, not proof read and published at 4am

-Nishitani is very much a free-spirit when it comes to relationships: he has many, some just hosts/hostesses, some flings, some friends with benefits

-So when he falls for someone, he falls extremely hard. He likes people who are either the complete opposite or match his energy. Either people who are shy and nervous or boisterous and coy

-He’s strive to provide his S/O with a lavish lifestyle, so he buys expensive meals, clothes, etc. Rents out entire places just to hang out with you. If you're into collecting stuff, he'll somehow come up with a rare item from your hobby.

-Also he is the type to just...know TOO much about his S/O even prior to moving in together. You behind on rent? He's already paid in full for the entire year. Someone bothering you but you're too shy to tell your bf about it? Nishitani has already beat that person up

-Nishitani will ask you to move in pretty quickly. He's the type of person who knows how he feels and what he wants, so if he's thinking about you as much as he is, he knows he's in love with you

-Obviously a very touchy man, he will always have his hand on your ass or hips and he will have no shame

-His favorite dates are renting out clubs/bars for just the two of you. Occasionally, you’ll go to the packed Maharaja, but theres something about playing pool/darts alone or dancing alone together in the clubs that is just so special. He also just like being as close to you as possible and these venues give opportunities to do that

-His favorite petname for you is Honey. Nishitani explained it to you with the stereotypical "Cause you're sweet as honey!"

-As you can tell, he's incredibly corny when it comes to actual romance. In terms of seduction, he's a lot more suave, but romance is a whole new field for him

-Controversial take but Nishitani wouldn't stop flirting with hotties or going to clubs just because he’s committed to someone. Although now the motive is different. Back then, it was for getting off. Now? Stroking the fire of jealous in his partner.

-It’s not malicious at all though, he legit likes seeing you annoyed at him and it turns him on, so be prepared for him to occasionally annoy you with antics. It is unhealthy, but very Nishitani

-He also doesn’t go too far, i.e. he won’t get touchy feeling with anyone but you. He would definitely stop if you were uncomfortable with him going to cabarets, though it would admittedly take a while for him to understand why.

-If someone even casually mentions you, he will brag about you non stop for hours. Even the private stuff, say goodbye to any sort of privacy.

-Nishitani would set aside time to teach you the basics of self defense, lock picking, how to hotwire a car, etc. He wants to protect you from the lifestyle, but as the spouse of a yakuza patriarch, the lifestyle is gonna find you in some way.

-He's surprisingly a good teacher in that sense, since he taught himself how to do all these things when he was younger

-Would not tell you about the actions he takes as the patriarch. Sure you're basically in the family as the spouse, so you have a basic idea of what he’s up too. But he’s oddly self conscious about you knowing that he’s done stuff like a murdering innocent people and the like. Which is rare for him for sure.

-Marriage is something Nishitani wouldn't give too much thought into. He thought he wasn't going to find someone he'd want to be with forever, but now that you're in the picture, it's something to think about.

-On one hand, he's confident that your relationship doesn't need a ring or a piece of paper from the government to assure its legitimacy. On the other, he's also old fashioned enough to want to be able to call you his spouse formally and he wouldn't have to worry about you if he gets caught up in something since you'll own half of his share.

-If you want to get married and have a ceremony, he'll make it THE event in the Omi Alliance.

#i'm not sure how i wrote this much for him LOL #i was working on majima hcs and was like i have a few thoughts on nishitani #then this was born and im not done with majima hcs LOL #nishitani homare #yakuza #yakuza 0 #ryu ga gotoku #ryu ga gotoku 0 #nishitani #homare nishitani #nishitani x reader #nishitani homare x reader #homare nishitani x reader

[behindthetojo]

Who should my next fanfic (not headcanons) be about?

Also my requests are open for any fanfic prompts you may have

#saejima taiga x reader #yakuza headcanons #yakuza imagines #kiryu kazuma x reader #majima x reader #akiyama shun x reader #nishikiyama akira x reader #nishitani homare #nishitani homare x reader

[machinegunkissu]

Can I ask for Nishitani Homare, Ishioda Reiji, and Majima Goro to do unholy things to their smol innocent s/o? 🥺🙏💕😩 (All consensual, but their s/o is just soooo curious and willing) 😭😭Your cockwarming hcs and brat taming Nishitani legit made me a mess in public.🤣🥵🥵🥵🥰

catch me moving everything aside for this one cause im a whore im so sorry. I tried my best to make sure there’s no specified sex / gendered terms. Lemme know if i missed one.

Obvi. Minors dni 18+

i’m on my hands and knees barking for this man please god

Nishitani tries to be nice, or at least nicer than usual

he’s nice in the extent that he’ll start out slow and keep it vanilla to begin the first few times

the way you tighten around him and gasp out for air sends him feral though and he can only keep it together for so long, have mercy on him

he is constantly teasing you over how you’re so small and that you dropped the ball on this one, being trapped by an animal like himself

Nishitani felt the sting of your nails against his chest and only laughed, relishing in the sharp sensation. You were struggling to ride him as he laid on his back, smugly watching. It’d been quite a display, truly. But, he was done being the sadist for the time being.

Planting his feet on the ground, Nishitani gripped your hips and began to fuck up into you. The way you clenched around him, a surprised squeal leaving your lips, had Homare nearing his release already. You were so tight and every thing you did was so fucking cute, he was reeling from it.

“H-Homaaare!” you whine. You felt so exposed to him in this position. You could see everything you were unable to hide from him. Even when you lifted your hands to hide behind, he’d grab your wrists, chiding you.

“Settle down, doll. We got a wholllee night ahead of us.~”

Reiji. Ishi. Fucking. Oda. A sadist. A freak. A monster.

call him daddy and he goes 🥜nuts🥜

man is not as nice as Nishitani y’all’s first time unfortunately

“Get used to it, sweetheart.”

your legs are up in the air, and he is a relentless machine

“Re-Reiji!” you cried out, nails biting into the skin of his back. You felt the tears stream down your cheeks as you clung to your sanity. Or at least the little bit that was still there.

His fat balls smacked against your ass, echoing off the walls of the small office. Reiji had you pressed into his office’s couch with your back sinking deeper into the leather each thrust. His grunts in unison with your whimpers were a clear indicator of your activities behind his locked door, should someone approach.

One of Reiji’s hands left its vice grip on your thigh, tugging at your chin. He forced you to look up at him as he ruthlessly continued on. “You want my cum?”

“Pl…Please,” you whimpered, tongue lolling out.

“Such a pathetic plea…tch. Louder.”

“Pl-Please daddy!”

A sadistic grin spread across his lips, knowing that the office of his men knew just who you belonged to. “That’s more like it.”

nothing quite like a pliant whore with a mouth eager for his cock and cum

he goes pretty easy on you and always makes sure that he eventually pays you back for the favor

and Majima is a man of his word, giving the best oral known to man

but the build up is relentless and always twists that coil in your tummy tighter and tighter

“You did a good job today,” Majima mused as he pulled you into his lap, facing him. You straddled him as he began to grind up, eager to repay you. Seeing you twitch at the contact only made him smirk, leaning back as his hips got to work.

“Look at you. All antsy already? Haha! Well, tell me. What’ll it be today?” Majima’s tongue peeked out to swirl little circles, tempting you. “My tongue?” Then he pressed you down by your hips into his cock, rocking into you harder than before. “Or my cock?”

A shiver went down your spine, causing you to jolt in his lap. You could feel yourself leaking already just from this. This was never a fair fight. Fuck…why was he always like this, you wondered. “C…cock…please…”

“Speak up, babes. Daddy can’t hear you.~”

“Y-Your cock..”

“Mm..I see. I’m sure we could arrange that.”

#ryu ga gotoku #yakuza #majima #goro majima #nishitani homare #nishitani #reiji ishioda #reiji ishioda x reader #nishitani x reader #nishitani homare x reader #majima x reader #goro majima x reader #spicy

[randoimago]

Day Out :: Nishitani

Fandom: Yakuza

Pairing: Nishitani x Reader

Warning: Some innuendos

Words: 500

Notes: Another request that I moved over to this blog!

How about some fluff with Nishitani?

“And that’s another one!” Nishitani grinned as he looked at his three bullseyes before he moved over to grab his glass that he set on the pool table, downing what was left of the amber liquid in it before looking to [Y/N]. 

He was bored and decided to call up his babe to take them out to do something. He decided that something was darts, which he is quite proficient at so of course it’s great material to show off with. 

He frowned slightly as he glanced to his doll, who was sitting on a barstool, watching him. They seemed confused with his annoyance as he walked over and offered his hand to them. They took it and he gently dragged them over to stand in front of the dartboard.

“Oh no, no no no. I’m going to end up stabbing myself.” It was cute how they thought they would change Nishitani’s mind with this. He just let out a laugh as he went and grabbed the darts and placed them in his doll’s hand. He moved aside and motioned for them to attempt to throw.

The dart hit the wall instead of the board.

“I told you I’m awful, quit laughing!” Nishitani couldn’t help his snickering especially with the pout on his babe’s face. He rolled his eyes at them, his shit eating grin still on his face as he moved behind them and moved his hand to adjust their grip on the dart.

“Let me help you out a bit~” He couldn’t help his smirk as he knew what he was doing with moving himself so close behind them. He definitely played it off as showing them the right form to take but he knew how they were reacting to this with the blush on their face. “And let go~”

As he said that he moved their arm with his and the dart released, hitting the 20 just above the bullseye. It wasn’t perfect but still pretty good. Nishitani gave a hum as he moved his hands to rest on his babe’s hips, just leaving them there. He did think of being more of a tease but decided to just enjoy this moment instead. 

His babe was a bit tense, probably thinking that Nishitani was going to pull something but eventually they relaxed and leaned back into Nishitani’s hold. It was a rather nice moment. “Hey, Nishi?” They quesitoned

“Hm?”

“Thanks for today.” He smiled at that as he wrapped his arms around them in a hug. It was a nice day. Renting out the bar and teaching his darling how to play darts and billiards was fun, despite them being shit.

“It was long overdo,” he replied as he pressed a kiss to the side of his babe’s neck before pulling away to go and make drinks for them both. “The day isn’t done yet, by the way. We haven’t even gotten to the sex.” 

The exasperated sigh he got was the icing on the cake.

#yakuza x reader #nishitani x reader #nishitani homare x reader

[snowpeawritings]

Can I get a SFW/NSFW scenario of Nishitani from Yakuza 0 pretty pleeeeeease?

Reader is gender neutral

CW (CONTENT WARNING): Sexual content, swearing, impact play, biting kink, choking kink, public sex

❄ Snowpea’s words: Real nasty stuff under the cut so be warned!

He was just as unpredictable in the bedroom as he is out in public.

His men could attest to that. The ones that knew Nishitani better know that they should steer clear from how their boss is whipped for you. Even the new ones who were under Nishitani knew.

 They know when to not disturb Nishitani when he plows into your tight hole on the sofa that was in their office. The sound of skin slapping against skin, Nishitani’s goading and sneering at your absolutely fucked out face, his hand wrapped around your throat as your choked moans and screams rang out in the room.

The men knew better than to try and touch you, lest they’ll have all of their fingers cut by Nishitani in one fell slice. Only Nishitani can touch you like this, only Nishitani can fuck you like this, only Nishitani can bruise your skin like this. They could wish to feel your body writhe on his lap, his girthy cock plunging in and out of your sopping hole as you scream out how good Nishitani is fucking you into oblivion.

They also knew when to not disturb the closed room where they could hear your screaming while Nishitani remains silent. It was at those moments when Nishitani was so incredibly angry (not at you, never at you) at something that happened that his aloof and chaotic demeanor flies out of the window. There was no mercy (not like he ever showed mercy when fucking you) as he fucks the entirety of you. All of your holes practically spilling with his white seed as you moaned for him to stop.

He’s never the one to listen.

Your ass would be mottled from his spanking and biting and in the morning, you know it will hurt just sitting down. It wasn’t like Nishitani to hurt you without your consent, you know he’ll stop immediately with your say-so.

But you let him do you. You let him ruin your body with his marks, with his cum. Because you knew Homare would take care of you, despite his aloofness.

His closest men may know Nishitani’s dangerous tendencies, but you know that Homare is just as whipped at you as you are to him.

#yakuza #yakuza 0 #yakuza imagines #ryu ga gotoku #nishitani homare #nishitani homare x reader #nishitani homare imagines #snowpea thirsts for lemonade #scenario #requests

[narumi-gens]

For the 500 follower event: I found your AO3 through Hard and Fast many moons ago. Besides me obviously being into dangerous, hot older men, I loved the reader's character so, so much!!! So I've been wondering whether Nishitani ever replaced the tights he ripped that day and how did that go? You also tagged it as Majima/reader. Would you mind sharing your hc for them? Only if it's okay and you still remember because it's been a while since you wrote it! 👉👈 Oh, and congrats on 500 followers! 💖

Thank you so much ❤️❤️❤️❤️ Hard and Fast is a fic that I get annoyed I haven’t finished because I love the characters in it so much and have so many ideas and everything that’s written for it was super fun to write, but I just hit a brick wall when it came to motivation. I actually started working on it for the first time in a while recently because I’ve been slowly working my way through the entire series (I’m now like 25% of the way through Yakuza 5) but ended up losing motivation again. All of that is to say, I’m glad you like it and of course, I still remember! ❤️

As for Nishitani, he does replace MC’s tights but that’s more out of habit because he’s so used to needing to do so than anything else. And then for Majima, instead of straight-up hcs, I decided to do the outline of the Majima/Reader section of the fic (which would be Chapter 3) and then two snippets.

Hard and Fast HCs

♠︎ For context, chapter 2 involves MC visiting Nishitani on the night he dies in jail. It’s their anniversary and she’s pissed that he got himself locked up and ruined their plans together, but he sweet talks his way into her good graces. But as she’s leaving, she runs into Billiken when he’s bringing Majima in. 

♠︎ Chapter 3 takes place a year later, on the anniversary of Nishitani’s death. It starts with Majima having these nightmares about his time in Sotenbori and for some reason, he keeps dreaming about how Nishitani was killed and waking up in cold sweats. So, on a whim he decides to chance a visit Osaka and see Nishitani’s grave.

♠︎ On the same day, you’re also visiting Nishitani’s grave, bringing Nishtani’s favorite sake and a pack of his favorite cigarettes as a small offering. And Majima stumbles upon you as you’re updating Nishtani on how you’re doing, how you’ve quit the bar and gone back to college like he was always nagging at you to do, how you regret not telling him you loved him when you had the chance. And of course, you’re startled when a strange man, clearly yakuza, appears. 

♠︎ So, you do the only thing you can think of. You pull out Nishtani’s knife that he left with you and point it at him to fend off any danger. But when the man says, “That’s not the first time that blade’s been pointed at me,” it makes you pause and you take a moment to really look at the man. And then you remember how Billiken brought a man with an eye-patch with him to meet with Nishitani and how a man they now call the Mad Dog of Shimano had escaped the jail.

♠︎ But instead of putting you at ease, the knowledge only makes you angrier. This is the man who got Nishitani killed. This is the man that Nishitani died for. So, rather than put the knife away, your arm shoots out to hold the blade to Majima’s neck. Then, there’s a scene cut and your back is pressed to the inside of the front door of your apartment, your legs are around Majima’s waist, and your lips are attached to his, and the two of you end up sleeping together. 

♠︎ In the aftermath as you’re both coming down from your highs, you have a long conversation about your grief, the reason he came back, and trying to move on. Finally, when it’s time for Majima to go, he leaves you with, “I think you’ve mourned long enough. Nishitani would throw a shit fit if he saw you like this.” But he pauses in the doorway to your bedroom and looks back at you for a long moment before finally say, “If you’re ever in Kamurocho, just let me know.”

snippet 1

You felt Majima’s hands on your hips and the way he was shifting under you as he prepared to begin thrusting up into you. But before he could, you placed your own hand on one of his to stop him.

“Wait,” you pleaded quietly as you continued to let yourself adjust to having him inside of you. “I-I haven’t…”

You took a shuddering breath and rested your forehead against his as you closed your eyes, no longer able to meet his gaze. His thumb began to rub soothing circles on your hip.

“I haven’t been with anyone since Homare,” you finally admitted in a voice so soft that Majima only heard what you said because he was so close to you. You felt him tense against you for a brief moment as he seemed to fully realize what you were saying before he relaxed and then began to trail the softest kisses up and down your neck.

snippet 2

“I’m just surprised there’s someone out there crazy enough to want to spend their life with Nishitani,” he mused

You weren’t sure if you should be offended. You looked at him for a long moment before deciding that he hadn’t meant for it to be disparaging. And he did have a point. Who would be foolish enough to fall in love with Nishitani? A bittersweet smile appeared briefly on your lips at the answer. 

“You were with him at the end. Is it really that surprising?”

Majima looked slightly taken aback at your question. After a moment, he gave you a sad smile of his own before looking away. 

“No. No it’s not.”

500 Followers Event!

#anothermeansofprocrastination #yakuza #yakuza 0 #majima goro x reader #majima goro #nishitani homare x reader #nishitani homare #500 event #hard and fast #yakuza hc #hard and fast hc

[yakuzaimagines]

ohmyfuckinggoro here :3 May I request C, F, J, K, O and U for Nishitani pws?! (°w°)// Thank you so much

I hope you still enjoy this request, my friend ;-;

And thank you so much for your sweet words!

SFWN’T!

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C (Cum)= Oh man, he really loves when you swallow all of his cum. Will make sure you take every drop inside that ‘pretty mouth of yers’. If you don’t like swallowing, then he will love to give your facials.

F (Favorite Position)= Doggy style all the way. Loves to have that view of your ass and being able to smack it, all while seeing how well you take his cock inside of you.

J (Jack Off)= Very prone to jack off nearly every time he has the chance without being discovered (or sometimes with the risk of it). He gets turned on easily so it’s not uncommon for him to find a bathroom and jack it off.

K (Kink)= Oh boy. Honestly you could say every kink out there. A few of his favorites are knife and bloodplay. He also is into dom/sub, and wouldn’t mind if you ever call him daddy.

O (Oral)= Honestly he prefers receiving rather than giving, loves deepthroats. But he will also love to drive you wild, so he gives you oral more often tan you would think. Beware, though! he may bite now and then!

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-Lettuce

#nishitani homare #homare nishitani #homare nishitani x reader #nishitani homare x reader #yakuza imagines #ryu ga gotoku imagines #yakuza #ryu ga gotoku #yakuza x reader #ryu ga gotoku x reader #sfwnt #sfwn't #x reader #reader insert #requests #az headcanon game

[centerofreality]

Doya, BB-chan? remember your Kiryu with Kiryu-Fan after him? it's hilarious! I love it! Can you do a Majima version? This time have Nishitani and a Majima-fanatic after him? gotta have Majima get a taste of his own medicine [you don't need to prioritized this requests, take your time, please]🧡 thank you

You had a crush on Goro Majima for so long that you’ve become his one and only fan. You knew so much yet so little. Even with your infatuation, you didn’t know how to express your feelings to the mysterious eye-patched man working at the Grand Cabaret. Nishitani, being the kindhearted man he was, decided to lend a hand in one of the many ways he knew how. Being competitive. 

UHHHHHHH- 70+ FOLLOWERS???!! YOU ALL ARE WILD!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! I know I’m not active here as much but I’m grateful for all of your support!! Modules are really taking most of my time so I never got around to Tumblr. As a gift, I took the chance on what anon requested me and decided to make a oneshot! I’m not good at writing stories but hopefully, I can make it work!

Reader will be more feminine here but I will be writing they/them pronouns. Sorry about that!

Includes: Nishitani flirting with both Y/N and Majima because he has no shame, Suggestive Themes (because Nishitani), Cursing and Explicit Language, Fluff and semi-crack? Me not knowing how to write a story.

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“How old are ya again, Y/N-chan? Majima-chan is an old man, ya know.” “At least he looks like he’s actually in his 20′s, unlike you.” “I look younger than I look!”

You sigh and look at the man sitting across from you. Nishitani only had a smirk as he bounces his legs, a hostess sitting beside him and serving the both of you. “Are you here to annoy Majima-san again?” You ask him with your eyebrows raised.

“Of course!” Typical.

You, Y/N L/N, were friends with the horny criminal, Homare Nishitani. People didn’t know how or why you were friends with him, and truth be told, you didn’t know either. He had suddenly approached you one day and asked if you ‘had the hots for Majima-kun too.’, and that the both of you go to the Cabaret Grand to annoy him. He was wild and didn’t care if he was being loud. You thought he was going to throw you in the river when you had rejected his advances of ‘leaving Majima-kun and have fun at my place’ but surprisingly, you stayed alive and have been friends ever since.

One of the perks of being with Nishitani was-

“Heyyyy, Majima-kun!!!” Nishitani waves maniacally to the approaching man who looked less than pleased, even if he had a polite smile.

Yep, Nishitani’s perks were that you get basically free access to the Grand. You always spend your money on this place and even then, Majima doesn’t really show up much.

“Nishitani-san.” Majima’s face was stoic as ever but when he turned to you, his eyes got softer and he even let a small smile appear on his face as he bowed politely. “L/N-san. Thank you for coming to our establishment again today.” Had you not been anywhere but around Majima, you would have screamed at the top of your lungs. Instead, you internally squealed and bowed your head. “G-good work again, Majima-san!!”

“I’m the one paying ‘ere, ‘ya know!” Nishitani rolled his eyes before he looked at Majima, “How lucky are we though that we have the famous manager himself to attend to our table!”

“You are not harassing any of our hostesses here, I presume. I wanted to check if my guess was right.” Your eyes widened and you glare at Nishitani, “Harass?!?! Nishitani!!” The man immediately held his hands up and sat a few inches away from the hostess that he was so close with, “I ain’t doin’ nothin’!! My hands are clean!”

Majima watches the both of you interact, he was confused about why the two of you were friends to begin with. No, he wasn’t jealous that the two of you were always together, and even if you were a couple - which he could hardly believe - it wasn’t his business to know. 

“It’s all good, manager!” One of his girls said with a smile and he nodded, “I’ll be going then, please continue to enjoy your stay here.” You let out a dreamy sigh as he walked away.

“Majima-kun would ace being in a maid cafe. With the frilly dress and the cat ears and everything, that’d get me rock hard on the spot.” Nishitani randomly said, picking his ears with his pinkie as the hostess giggled at your red face, “L/N-san, do you perhaps...” “Have a mad infatuation with the guy? Hell yeah, they are.” You only looked away bashful. Were you really that obvious??

“I have a feeling Majima-san likes you back too! He treats you as his favorite customer as much as I know!” “Doesn’t he do that to all customers?” You meekly asked, watching her think and shrug. “I think he’s much more genuine to you than anyone else.”

“Not even me?” Nishitani pouted while you look at the large signs of Cabaret Grand with wide eyes. Really?? Majima...likes you back? You shake your head. No, you shouldn’t hope. There weren’t any chances that you and Majima would end up together anyway.

“Ahh, look how fucking in love they are. Why can’t I have that? I’m a handsome looking guy.” Nishitani asked, leaning back on the soft cushions of the seats as the hostess poured him another drink. “It isn’t just about looks, it’s like..it’s like, he may look intimidating but I know he has a good heart. He’s kind and respectful and I admire him a lot..” You ranted before you grab the glass of juice (because Nishitani took all the alcohol, as much as he wanted to see you drunk on broad daylight) and drank it in one go. Nishitani whistles.

“Why don’t you confess to him then? It’s worth a try, right?” The hostess suggested, pouring your glass. “What if he rejects me? I wouldn’t be able to go here again because of the embarrassment!” You cover your face and groan, dragging your hands down while Nishitani laughed at your pitiful state. “Stop laughing! It’s not funny!” “It’s a little funny!”

You look at your phone and seeing the time that’s passed, you curse under your breath and quickly finish your glass, standing up. “Eh? Going already, sweetcheeks?” Nishitani tilted his head. “Yeah, I still have work to do. I’ll be back again tomorrow!” You wave at him and the hostess who waved back as you left.

“Those two need to get a room, I’m getting blue balls just by watching them.” Nishitani groans before he pauses... then he smirks. He had just the idea.

The next day, you went to the VIP and paused, watching Nishitani flirt with a disinterested Majima. As soon as his eye had spotted you, it lit up as he bowed at you, jerking his hands away from a sulking Nishitani. “Hello again, L/N-san. VIP again?” He approached you as you played with your fingers, grinning. “A-ah, y-yeah! Here to support you and everyone else here as always!” You thanked the heavens that your voice didn’t crack as Majima smiled, “You have my utmost gratitude.”

You watched him walk past you, smelling a whiff of his cologne. You immediately sat next to Nishitani and squealed on his shoulder. “Watch the merchandise!” Even with Nishitani’s protest, he let you be.

“Even he smells good!” You shake him as he tried to balance his glass. “Guy’s stubborn as hell. Wouldn’t take my offer.” You stopped moving him around and looked up at him. “What offer?” “Just me and him on a date, no biggie.” He shrugged.

“A-a-a da-date?!?!” You exclaim and hide back when a few people in the VIP glanced at the both of you, only to look away, seeing Nishitani. “Are you serious?!” You whispered to the giggling man.

“Look, we didn’t make the fucking Majima Fanclub for nothing, aight?” The Majima Fanclub consisted of You, Nishitani, and his family who were just there because their boss told them to. 

“If you’re not going to ask him then I’m going to take my chance. Finders Keepers.” He stuck his tongue out at you as you looked almost betrayed. Somehow, that made you fired up and more confident. You were going to beat Nishitani and confess to him! 

“W-well, I’m going to ask him on a date too!” “Oho, you’re challenging me?” Nishitani leaned forward, a competitive glint in his eyes. “Exactly, Whoever gets accepted first is the winner.” You told him, head up and straight posture. He laughed, “I like your words, darling.”

It had taken you several hours to brainstorm. But you had finally thought of something..

--

“Out of all the things, you pick Letters?? Boooooring.” “Have any ideas, smart guy?” You rolled your eyes at Nishitani who was lazily drawing scribbles on a piece of paper, his glass of alcohol showing a mark on his paper. “Ah, shit- fuck-” He cursed, having broken yet another crayon.

“I told you, you should have picked the markers instead.” You shake your head, laughing a little. The two of you were at one of the most popular Cabarets in Sotenbori yet the two of you were writing and drawing love letters.

“Why did you pick letters anyway?” The man beside you asked, cutting a choppy heart with a piece of paper. “Letters are a lot more genuine than gifts, you know? It’s heartfelt and simple, but means a lot to both you and to the one you’re sending it to.” You smile and Nishitani stifled his laughter, “Are you still in high school? That sounds so fucking cheesy, I love it.” You tried your best to make yours look neat but due to how nervous you were, the handwriting ended up a little messy. “You send it to him!” You exclaim, shoving the folded note. “Like hell I am!” Nishitani moved back and called for a hostess who so happened to be the same hostess from before.

“Is your manager available right now, pretty lady?” “Yes, actually. He’s at the rooftop and taking a break. Is there anything you need from him?” The hostess answered and blinked when the both of you handed your letters to her. “Can you give us a favor and give ‘im these? You can throw Y/N’s in the trash.” “No, you throw his in the trash!” The hostess grinned and shakes her head before taking them. “I’ll give these to him then, I’ll be back.”

As you waited patiently, playing with your glass, you thought if your letter was good enough. Nishitani looked pretty confident and to be honest? You were starting to lose the fire in you. This was a bad idea. You would just make a fool out of yourself to the guy you like!

“Nishitani, I shouldn’t have given away that letter.” You only got a smack on the back of your head as Nishitani groaned, retreating his hand away, “You dumbass. This was your idea. You gotta suck it up and own up to it.” “That’s not a good thing to say to your friend.” You pout as you rub your head. 

“Still, I don’t think he’ll even look at mine.” The yakuza sighs and pours himself a glass. “If he does, I’ll beat him up. There, does that make you feel better?” “That would just make me feel worse!” You scold but you had a smile on your face, making Nishitani grin, showing his slightly sharp teeth.

A few minutes later, the hostess came back, and much to your surprise, Majima was with her. He looked almost bored as the hostess pulled him in front the both of you. “I wanted Majima-san to personally give them to you!” Majima sighs and watched you sheepishly apologize before he handed back your letters. “Thanks so much, Majima-san!” The hostess looked delighted as the man quickly walked away to another table, almost flustered.

“He’s gonna love my drawing! I’m gonna keep this forever!” Nishitani cackles before he opened his letter with a grin. You then took a deep breath and opened yours, seeing if he said something too.

To Majima-san,

I know that I’m just a customer but I want to say that I like you and I admire you a lot. I have been for a long time, and only now did I got the courage to express my feelings. At first, I thought it was a simple crush but as time passed by, that feeling never went away. In fact, I think I like you a lot more now. Would you mind going out with me at Osaka King sometime?  I completely understand if you don’t like me back and if you don’t want to go out, no matter what happens, I will continue to support you and the staff here in Cabaret Grand as your loyal customer!

“Ah man, he only gave a note about how I sucked at drawing him! That asshole!” Nishitani grumbled, “What about you?” He looked at you only to see that you were practically frozen in your position, staring at the letter with wide eyes. “What?” He blinked and went for a peek. “He said yes..” You gape and cover your mouth, letting him read it as you were too speechless to even do anything.

             -L/N Y/N

Sure, I would love to. What does 10 am tomorrow sound like? : )                                                   - Goro Majima

“The fucker actually did it,” Nishitani mumbled and you looked around for Majima, seeing that he was still in the VIP room. Like he had known you were looking for him, he turned around and the two of you made eye contact. You beamed at him and he smiled, chuckling a bit before he went on his way. You were breathless, holding your cheeks together with bright eyes and a lovestruck smile.

That was a date.

#goro majima #goro majima x reader #homare nishitani #nishitani homare #homare nishitani x reader #yakuza #yakuza 0 #yakuza oneshot #rgg #ryu ga gotoku

[gorochanfanclub]

Christmas Fic Idea:

A Christmas Carol: Yakuza Edition

Starring...

Majima as Scrooge

-Nishitani as Jacob Marley

-Yuki as the Ghost of Christmas Past

-Saejima as the Ghost of Christmas Present

-Kiryu as the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come

-Nishida as Bob Cratchet

-Nishida's cat (that I just made up) as Tiny Tim

-Yasuko Saejima as Little Fan

-Makoto Makimura as Belle

-Daigo Dojima as Fred Scrooge

Just had this idea watching Scrooged with Bill Murray. Can't stop thinking about it. Might right a short series of it but any other fic writers out there (that are probably more capable than me) are more than welcome to use it!! I'd love to see what this amazing community could come up with :)

#goro majima #taiga saejima #kazuma kiryu #daigo dojima #nishitani homare #makoto makimura #yakuza 4 #Yakuza #ryu ga gotoku #goro majima x reader #daigo dojima x reader #kazuma kiryu x reader

[thepastelyakuza]

Yakuza boys react to their sick s/o headcanon

I don’t feel good so I thought it would be a cute idea (´∀｀)

Kiryu 🐉

“If you need anything, I’m always here.”

Telling you to get some rest and not overwork yourself

gently playing with your hair while you sleep

Kiryu caressing your skin feels more euphoric in your medicated high.

Give you personal space to recover

Fore👏 head👏kisses👏

Majima🐍

Takes you to a sauna to sweat it out

Nurse goromi

Baby talk,head pats, and cuddles

Always around you even you told him not to get close

“Don’t worry about me, babe. My immunity is strong as fuck”

End up being sick.

“Sick buddies!!!”

Nashitani 🍆

Preferred his way of “sweating it out”

Tease you about how sick your are

But avoids you like the plague

“My sexy little zombie”

You will definitely gonna make him sick after hearing that

Tachibana🦇

Tries his best to comfort you

Very gentle boi

Always bring his best home cook meals to your bedside

Chinese home remedies is protocol for him

Got the good stuff that clear any cold or sickness instantly.

Even though he can’t be around you as much but you best believe he gonna support you.

Saejima🐅

Will carry you everywhere. Want to sit on the couch? Hop on the taiga-mobile.

Bridal style or piggy back

Flustered when he bathes you

Having trouble sleeping, he suggest sleeping on top of him.

Surprisingly it works.

Soothing back rubs

#yakuza imagines #goro majima x reader #kazuma kiryu x reader #tachibana x reader #homare nishitani x reader #taiga saejima x reader

[cyberheavens]

forever returning for Nishitani hcs b/c that freak doesn't get nearly as much attention as he begs for with a bloody smile

Hell yeah! Since you didnt add anything specific, i kind of did a bit of everything! Hope thats okay!

Nishitani Homare x Reader Relationship HCs PT. 2

Content: Fluff, marriage HCs, bachelor party mentions, alcohol/party mentions, slight angst but w comfort, domestic fluff Warnings: alcohol mention, arguing mention,

-One day, Nishitani suddenly remembers that you’ve been together for an absurd amount of time and feels like its probably a good idea to at least get married on paper so that if he dies young, you’ll at least be the receiver of his assets. Morbid, but kind of…sweet?

-Most yakuza dont even do that much so it is a step up for sure

-marriage with nishitani goes one of two ways: elopement or the traditional marriage ceremonies

-If you two elope, you basically are married by law but have no big ceremony. Instead, Nishitani takes you on a month long trip to anywhere you want to go. He gets the most luxurious hotels/amenities, fancy dinners, the whole luxury vacation deal. It's a very seductive vacation to say the least :)

-Traditional marriage ceremony? Quite literally the biggest yakuza org wedding ever. Lavish clothing for the ceremonies, best food ever, etc. It would probably be one-part traditional Shinto wedding, and one-part your cultures’ wedding practices.

-Nishitani even invites people from the Dojima clan to gloat LOL

-Regardless if you have a big ceremony or elope, Nishitani insists on having pre-wedding parties

-You kind of have to let go of the fact that Nishitani wouldn't have the most debauchery ridden bachelor party ever. It's Nishitani.

-You just have to trust him, he may be a horny bastard but he is still loyal.

-Nishitani would even pay for your pre-wedding party as well, he firmly thinks that you have not partied enough, you need to get WASTED

-And this is even if you're used to parties or are a party animal. You are not at Nishitani's level AT ALL. He'd probably tell your friends to take you to the red light district to hang out at clubs and will bribe them to do so.

-After everything died down and you both move in together, it's a bit of an adjustment. Since Nishitani is a yakuza patriarch, he doesn't have a lot of down time and his schedule is both packed and a nightmare. Not to mention he doesn't like talking about what he does at all. Most likely this'll end up being the source of your first big fight.

-Fights with Nishitani are intense since he's intense. He'll initially play around and crack jokes about your concerns, even saying seeing you mad turns him on. But if you really get pissed at him, his mood definitely sours and rage starts to come in. He promptly leaves if you have a screaming match with him

-He'll come back a couple days later with some treats to butter you up, but he ultimately asks you to talk to him about everything and apologizes if he scared you.

-Since then, he always comes back home even if its an ungodly hour and sleeps with you until you wake up. He also tries to make it to at least dinner with you everyday, regardless of his schedule and if its takeout/homemade food

-Always gives you a big smooch whenever he leaves you, regardless if in public or not!

Thank you for your request!

#yakuza x reader #yakuza nishitani #nishitani x reader #nishitani homare x reader #nishitani homare

[yayyakuza]

Dating headcanon for Nishitani Homare?

here you go!

Nishitani Homare:

Nishitani loves buying you gifts. He adores spoiling you and it’s one of the main ways he shows his affection. If Nishitani ever feels the need to apologize for something, expect to see him outside your door with a gift in his hand. He’ll buy just about any types of gifts but his favorite are expensive clothes and jewelry; that way Nishitani can show off both his wealth and that you’re his. He’s also particularly fond of buying you fancy lingerie (you might be running out of room in your closet...).

This man is grabby as all hell. He’s a pretty physically affectionate in the first place, but the fact that he doesn’t care what anyone thinks is what really brings it over the top. Nishitani enjoys pinching or slapping your ass; any yelps, blushing, or otherwise flustered reactions from you are a bonus. Even in public, he’s a fan of heavy petting and groping. If anyone dares to point out that he should maaaaybe tone it down, he’ll just pull you in for an aggressive, handsy, sloppy kiss until whoever was foolish enough to comment gets uncomfortable and leaves.

It might take a while for you to figure it out, but Nishitani loves having his hair played with. Just about any type of contact will get a reaction out of him; playing with his hair will make him melt, scratching his scalp will result in pleased groans, and pulling his hair during hot and heavy moments will really get him going. If you play with his hair a couple times of your own accord, he’ll get in the habit of randomly dropping his head in your lap and expecting head scratches. Be especially flattered; him letting you touch him in such a vulnerable place means he really trusts you.

Nishitani especially loves it when you get all dressed up for him. While (to your chagrin) he may not be the best at noticing subtle changes in your appearance like a haircut or new glasses, he’ll definitely notice if you put in a lot of effort. The thought of you getting dressed up and ready just for his attention gets him going, and any low cut or suggestive clothing will just add to that. Extra bonus points for wearing something that he bought for you. Prepare for Nishitani to lavish compliments on you, frequently using the word ‘mine’ and almost straight up growling in your ear.

#yakuza #yakuza imagine #yakuza x reader #yakuza headcanon #nishitani homare #requests

[machinegunkissu]

How to Make a Man Melt

|| nishitani homare x petite, shy, younger fem s/o||

Previous

Slowly you awoke, light seeping onto your face and you softly groaned. You grabbed the blanket covering you, pulling it over your head to hide from the sunlight. Stupid sunlight. Did you really leave the curtains open? That wasn't normal...maybe you just were really tired and forgot, you assured yourself. Yeah, that probably was what happened.

But come to think of it. You didn't recall coming home. A lot of the previous night was hazy and you couldn't tell what was a dream and what wasn't. A specific vision of you kissing Nishitani, Homare's cheek came to mind; almost immediately this caused you to flush bright red. That had to just be a dream. That wasn't too unusual. You'd had a few dreams where you and the man were a little bit more than friends. So, you figured that was all a dream.

"______-chan. I know you're awake in there. Come on, up n at 'em."

Ah, hah. Now you're imagining him being there to wake you up. How funny-

"I made coffee."

Uh...

"But I wasn't sure how or if you liked it so-"

You slowly peeked out of the covers that concealed you, fully expecting to just be hearing things. God almighty, though. Nishitani was real and he was right before you, kneeling at your side. Immediately you squeaked, pulling the covers back up.

"H..Hah?"

This was real. Like...for real, for real. What happened?! You racked your brain, trying your best to remember the previous night, scared you may have acted out of character. That's when your mind brought up the memory of you kissing his cheek. You could feel yourself burning at the very thought. That was real. That was not a dream. Oh, god. How were you going to face him? It was just a little kiss, right? No biggie. It's not like you flat out told him your feelings for him. But still, you did...kiss his cheek. You did it half awake but you still did it, acting on your desires.

"You can't sleep forever, you know."

Shit. He does have a point. You mentally groaned and pulled back the covers just so you were able to look around. You averted your gaze from the man immediately though, too embarrassed as you croaked : "I...I'm fine."

"Ah, there's ______-chan! Thought she got lost there in the tatami mat, haha!" You stole glances at him and found yourself heating up even more again. He was just in his black button up and those pants that allowed you to spot him a mile away. His sleeves were rolled up and he gave a soft, joking smile. It was warm...it was comforting. "You sleep okay?"

"Y-Yes."

"Ah, that's good then. I would've taken you home but, uh, never been there so..."

"That's okay. Th-thank you for a-allowing me to sleep here."

"Oh. Haha, no biggie."

Oh his heart. It just became goo when you finally looked at him for longer than a sixteenth of a second. He was so weak for you. He had it bad. If only you truly understood what you did to this man. Your eyes that were still adjusting to the light, scrunching closed, nose following suit was a shot to the heart. Your just awoken blissful appearance was a powerful sight to behold.

You slowly sat up, pushing back the covers. Still, you struggled to look at the man that kneeled besides you. He was so close.

"I-I apologize," you began. "Uhm, I-I'm not a big fan of c-coffee actually. I-It's a bit too better f-for me."

Nishitani's eyes soften at the explanation and held in a laugh. That response..."That's so like you," he chuckled softly.

"Wh-What's that mean?"

"Ah? Well," he began. Nishitani sat back on his bottom, hands resting behind him as he leaned backwards. He looked at the ceiling and grinned, sucking in a breath. "You're the kind of gal that likes sweet things and can't handle spicy or bitter all too well. Your face gets all twisted and you wave about your hands, trying to choke it down. You're too polite to spit out the food, so you suffer through it for that first bite, maybe even the whole thing, just to save someone's feelings."

You looked at the elder man and didn't even realize it but your jaw dropped slightly in surprise. Nishitani was...surprisingly very observant.

"But that's something that's admirable about ya. You always wanna please people. You're afraid to let those around you down. But, that's gunna bite ya in your ass one day."

"Wh-What do you mean?"

Nishitani turned his head and gave a very serious face that you hadn't seen before. It wasn't scary like his serious fighting face. That was different. It was cold and excited; a warning that he was feral and not to be messed with. This expression however gave a protective energy that exerted energy that said ’i want you to be happy.'

"Ya gotta live for yourself, and put yourself and your wants first some times. Put your happiness as your main focus. I know you. You're the kind of gal that loves happy endings. Ya hate unresolved and unhappy endings to books and movies. Ya fantasize about a happy ending type of romance. If that's what ya want; go after it and don't let anyone get in ya way. Ya hear me?"

Nishitani...

You sucked in a breath, almost as if you forgot to breath while he spoke. He was so straightforward and passionate but said it as if it was the plainest thing ever. This guy was a trip, always. But what was his aim? You searched his eyes for a moment, confused and hoping to find some sort of answer.

"Wh-Why're you telling me this?" you finally asked. Your eyebrows knitted upward, confused and a lil worried looking. It was so early. Now was not the time for deep and meaningful talks. Still, you tried your best to follow and comprehend, fresh out of sleep.

"I want to see you happy."

Oh. Oh my.

#homare nishitani #nishitani #homare nishitani x reader #nishitani homare x reader

[narumi-gens]

Hard and Fast Nishitani Homare/Reader, Majima Goro/Reader Chapter 1 - Jealousy

You knew better than to fall in love with a man with a death wish. Or at least, that's what you would tell yourself.

Read on AO3. 

Stepping out from the bar where you worked, you internally swore both at how uncharacteristically cool the night was and how you had forgone a jacket. However, your mind was taken off of the evening chill as an arm was slung around your shoulders.

“When are you finally gonna let me take you out for a drink?” a well-meaning but exaggeratedly exasperated voice asked into your ear.

“You spent the entire night at the bar. One could say we’ve already shared a drink,” you teased as you searched your purse for your keys to lock the door to the bar.

“Yeah, with you drinking water,” your companion huffed and you found yourself unconsciously leaning into his body heat to protect you from the cold. You bit back a smile at his complaint before crying out in victory when you found your keys.

“Sorry, Daisuke-san. Your plan to win my heart has been in vain. You see, I make it a point not to date customers, especially not regulars. It’s bad for business,” you explained, ignoring his noise of disagreement as you locked up the bar. “It’s a catch-22, isn’t it? We met because you were a customer and you became a regular to better get to know me. But, because you’re a customer, we can’t date.”

Once you were done with your keys, you dropped them back in your purse before looking back up at his handsome face to see him staring at you with wide eyes. You laughed at the way his jaw was hanging open in disbelief.

“And you’ve continued to string me along?” he asked, his voice sounding pained as he clutched a hand to his heart and you laughed again at his theatrics.

“Well, you’re a great tipper,” you shrugged and whatever life was remaining in Daisuke seemed to drain from him at your words. You slapped his stomach playfully and he let out an oof. “Come on, I’ll let you walk me to the metro.”

Daisuke grumbled but made no move to protest. However, before you could begin to walk away from the bar, you saw a black car with tinted windows pull up to the curb and come to a stop. The smile slowly fell from your face as you took it in.

“Fuck,” you mumbled and pushed Daisuke’s arm from your shoulders. “You should get out of here.”

“What?” he asked in confusion, looking back and forth between you and the car that had captured your attention.

“I’ll be fine. You should really head on home,” you repeated, a note of urgency in your voice. The look on his face clearly said that he was about to argue with you, but before he could utter a word, the door to the backseat of the car opened.

“Oh ho! What’s this?”

You barely managed to hold back your groan at the harsh, wild voice that preceded the appearance of the man you hadn’t seen or heard from in almost two weeks. You tried to clamp down on the sense of relief that formed as he exited the car and came into sight, not wanting to admit to yourself how much you had missed him. He was wearing his trademark red suit, the color just as loud and brash as its wearer’s personality.

The car door slammed behind him as he swaggered towards you and Daisuke, who stood frozen at your side, the tension rolling off of him in waves.

“Ya know, there I was feeling bad for not having stopped by in awhile, worried that you might be gettin’ lonely all by yourself,” he mused, a false cheeriness in his tone and your own annoyance at his antics began to replace the relief you had been feeling. “Turns out, I didn’t need to worry at all. You already got someone!”

He came to a stop before Daisuke and clapped him on the shoulder in a gesture that was so overly friendly it was condescending.

“Homare,” you warned with a disapproving frown and Nishitani’s expression only grew more wild.

You heard Daisuke audibly gulp but when you looked at him, you were surprised to see that other than the way his hands were tightly clenched into fists at his sides, his unshakeable front remained resolute. Even when his eyes darted quickly down to the pin on Nishitani’s lapels, Daisuke’s expression showed no weakness. From the way Nishitani’s eyes began to gleam, it seemed that he had noticed as well.

“Now, who’re you?” he asked Daisuke and the moment was silent for a moment before replying stiffly.

“Kurata.”

“Ah, Kurata-kun.” His grin turned dangerous. “I’m Nishitani.”

He let the name sink in and then, catching both of you by surprise, he slammed his fist into Daisuke’s nose and the man crumpled to the ground.

“Daisuke-san!” you gasped and when you made to lean down and check on him, Nishitani’s hand shot out and pulled you back by your upper arm.

“Daisuke-kun, hm?” he asked as he watched the man in question clutching at his profusely-bleeding nose. And then, before you could stop him—as if you could stop him—he swung a kick at the man’s face and the smack of his foot hitting Daisuke’s face and then of Daisuke’s head hitting the concrete made you seethe.

“Nishitani!” you shouted and your harsh tone made him pause. He looked at you over his shoulder and when he saw the furious expression on your face, he sighed heavily before turning back to Daisuke. He crouched down beside the man’s groaning figure.

“And now you’ve gone and made my woman upset, Daisuke-kun. Can’t let that slide, can I?” He sounded almost regretful, but you knew it was all for show.

“Nishitani!” you cried out again angrily and when he looked back at you, you cut off whatever smart ass reply was surely coming with a slap across his face.

The harsh crack of your hand hitting his cheek seemed to eclipse all other sounds of the loud Sotenbori night. The force with which you had slapped him had caused his head to turn to the side where he kept it. You could see the way his shoulders began to rise and fall slightly quicker than before as his breathing sped up.

Finally, he slowly stood up and turned to you, his head soon following. When he looked at you, you were unsurprised at the raw hunger that was now present in his eyes. You pointed your finger at him angrily.

“Fix this. Now,” you demanded lowly. Nishitani looked down at your finger before returning his gaze to yours.

His grin grew wider and his tongue swept across his bottom lip. Your hand darted out to firmly take hold of his chin, your grip tight. You were close enough to see his pupils dilate as his breathing grew even more ragged. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw his fingers beginning to twitch eagerly. You knew him well enough to know that if you looked down, you would be able to see the bulge in his pants.

Suddenly, he whistled sharply and the passenger side door to the car opened and one of Nishitani’s subordinates stepped out.

“Take care of this asshole,” he ordered the man, his voice taking on a raspy quality. His gaze didn’t waver from yours once. Your grip grew tighter momentarily in warning, your fingernails beginning to dig into his skin deeply enough that they would leave behind crescent-shaped imprints. Nishitani’s only reaction to the sharp, stinging sensation was the low chuckle that came from his chest. “Make sure he gets home all safe and sound. We don’t want anything happenin’ to him, do we?”

With a wordless nod, the man moved to Daisuke’s form. You gave Nishitani a satisfied look before releasing his chin entirely.

You turned to Daisuke one last time to see him groaning as he began to sit up. His face was covered in blood and there would be definite bruising and swelling, but no lasting damage appeared to have been done. It seemed even Nishitani knew when to pull his punches. You wanted to apologize to him and ask if he was alright but knew it would only set Nishitani off again.

In fact, even looking at Daisuke seemed to be too much for him and he slung his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to him and turning you away from the sight of the beaten and bloodied man towards the car. You gave him an unimpressed look, but otherwise put up no real protest—something that didn’t escape Nishitani’s notice.

As you let him lead you towards the backseat of the car, his arm slid from your shoulders, trailing down your back until his hand was on your ass, where he gave it a firm squeeze that made your breath hitch. You’d be lying if you said that you weren’t turned on, but you weren’t about to tell him that.

Unfortunately, Nishitani was a smart man who knew you too well.

“Woman, I’m so fucking hard for you right now,” he growled into your ear and your heart sped up. “I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t walk straight.”

You wouldn’t put it past him. He’d done it before.

But even as his words went right to your core, you were extremely reluctant to set a precedent of rewarding his jealousy. So, you shrugged off his arm and slid into the car until you were pressed against the other side. Nishitani let out a loud laugh at your reaction as he followed you inside. He shut the door behind him and the car took off.

Eager to close the distance between the two of you, Nishitani slid across the seat until he could wrap his arm back around your shoulders and place his hand on your knee. The only thing keeping his skin from touching yours was the thin pair of tights you were wearing under your skirt.

“That was overkill,” you scolded him, pushing his hand from your knee and crossing your arms.

“What d’you expect me to do? I haven’t seen you in weeks and when I finally have the chance to swing by, you’re dressed up in that skirt you knowgets me hard the second I look at it, only you’re wrapped up in some other asshole’s arms,” he complained, his hand going right back to your knee. Feeling emboldened when you didn’t push it away a second time, he leaned in and sank his teeth into your earlobe. Your sharp inhale and the way you tensed didn’t go unnoticed by him.

“He’s a nice guy!” you protested and that seemed to set Nishitani off because he sat back, moving his hand from your knee with a huff. However, his arm still remained around your shoulders.

“Pft. Nice,” he scoffed, like the word physically disgusted him and you quickly looked out the window so that he wouldn’t see the amused smile that you were trying to bite back.

“He’s also my best tipper,” you pointed out and his eye roll was so exaggerated it was almost comical.

“Woman, he tips you so much because he’s hoping you’ll get down on your knees for him and give him his first blowjob,” he argued dryly. “He’d probably blow his load right on the spot.”

You tried to hide your smile from him again, not wanting to encourage him. But he grabbed onto your chin and tilted your face towards him, running his thumb over your lips triumphantly when he saw they way they were quirked slightly upwards at the corners. You were tempted to meet his thumb with your tongue, but you weren’t ready to give in quite yet.

“Don’t want anyone ruining that pretty face of yours with their come, do we?” he asked, his voice low and you raised an eyebrow at him.

“I suppose that includes yours, too?” you replied sarcastically and his smile grew sharp.

"Mine is the only come that should be getting anywhere near those lips or that pussy,” he corrected you and despite how wet you could feel yourself getting at his possessiveness, you were still upset with how he had taken his jealousy out on Daisuke.

If you wanted to be petty, you could bring up the numerous women he continued to sleep with outside of your odd relationship and the hypocrisy of you not being allowed to do the same. But truthfully, you didn’t really care.

Sensing that your frustration with him was still present, he smirked and reached his hand into the inner pocket of his jacket to pull out a neatly folded wad of cash. He then held it out to you.

“Here. I’m sure this’ll cover the entire amount that Daisuke-kun could’ve hoped to have tipped in the next ten years,��� he said and your eyes widened at his boldness.

Carefully, you took the money and looked at the stack of bills. He was right. This money was more than you could expect to see working off of tips at the bar. You continued to examine the money with a surprised look for another moment longer before your eyes narrowed and you threw the cash back in his face.

The bills flew everywhere and it was probably the first time that you’d ever seen Nishitani taken aback and you couldn’t hold back your laughter anymore. He looked around at how the money had scattered across the car—in his lap, across the car seat, on the floor, and where it had even managed to fly into the front seat.

Finally, he turned to look at you and his smirk grew wider while the wildness in his eyes seemed more out-of-control than usual. He looked like he was ready to devour you. The tension between the two of you began to build.

Your tongue unconsciously peeked out to lick your bottom lip and that seemed to be the final straw for Nishitani. His lips were suddenly on yours in a kiss that was all tongue and teeth. Before you could even really return it, he was already trailing his lips down along your jaw until he reached your neck.

You couldn’t hold back the soft moan at the sensation and you felt his free hand return to your knee where it quickly began to run up your inner thigh. However, your legs snapped shut before he could get too far, trapping his hand where it was.

“I’m not fucking you in front of an audience,” you told him firmly as you gestured to the driver. You left no room for negotiation in your tone and he let out a frustrated huff against your neck.

“Pull over!” Nishitani called to the driver before returning to mauling your neck. The sharp bites he made were quickly followed by his tongue sweeping out to soothe the skin. When his mouth moved to a spot below your ear, you gasped sharply and any lingering anger towards him quickly drained away.

“H-here, sir?” the man behind the steering wheel asked, slowing down the car as he pulled up to the curb.

Nishitani growled, annoyed at the interruption.

“A goddamn parking lot, an alley, I don’t fucking care. Find somewhere to park before I push you out of the car while it’s still going,” he replied, his impatience getting the better of him.

His attention returned to the spot on your neck that he knew drove you wild. When he gave it a harsh and loud suck, you moaned and your hand dropped to rest on his thigh. Your fingernails dug into his the material of his pants, surely scratching his skin as well.

You knew that come morning your neck would be covered in marks but couldn’t find it in you to care in the slightest. After having done this so many times before, you knew what to expect. With one final suck, he pulled away from your neck but only for a moment before he licked a line from to base of your neck to just behind your ear.

You moaned again and your grip on his pant leg grew tighter. You suddenly felt a warm weight on top of your hand as it was covered by his own. Pulling your hand away from his thigh, he directed it right to the prominent bulge in his pants where you hungrily gave him a firm squeeze, grinding the heel of your palm against his cock.

“Fuck,” he groaned, dropping his head back against the back of the seat and sounding like he was in pure heaven. When you repeated the action but this time throwing in a twist of your wrist, his hips jerked up slightly into your touch.

You were so focused on Nishitani’s reaction that car coming to a stop was something that barely registered on the edge of your consciousness. However, the complete opposite appeared to be true for him.

“Out. Out. Fucking out,” he barked at the driver, having been eagerly awaiting the moment when he could have you to himself.

The driver had only just opened the car door when you let go of Nishitani’s cock to grab onto his tie and yank him towards you. His lips hungrily crashed against yours, your tongue immediately slipping into his mouth. Your free hand wrapped around the back of his neck, your nails digging into his skin before you dragged them up into his hair, making him swear loudly against your lips.

In the driver’s hurry to get out of the car, he slammed the door shut and the sound was loud enough to momentarily distract you from the kiss. Looking out the windshield, you saw that you were in an alley and that the driver was walking towards a group of what seemed to be kitchen staff from the restaurant you were parked behind taking a smoke break.

Nishitani took advantage of your distraction to grab you by the hips and pull you into his lap so that you were straddling him. He then yanked you down to grind against you and you moaned as you felt how hard he was. Using the hand that was still buried in his hair, you guided him back to your neck as you rocked your hips against his.

That final, thin strand of patience that he had snapped and you suddenly found yourself flat on your back on the car seat—which was still littered with cash—as Nishitani’s form pressed itself on top of you. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer and allowing him to grind his cock against your clothed pussy.

Your eyes suddenly shot open at the sound of fabric ripping.

“Homare!” you cried out angrily when you saw the large hole that Nishitani had just torn in your tights as he sat back.

“I’ll buy you new ones,” he said distractedly, his attention captured by the pair of black, lace underwear you were wearing. When you saw the hungry look written across his face, you reached up to grab his tie and gave it a harsh yank.

“Don’t. Rip. My. Underwear.”

Each word was punctuated with another sharp tug of his purple tie. You knew that the way you were roughly handling him was only turning him on more. When you went to pull on his tie one last time, his hand shot out to wrap tightly around your wrist. Leaning further over you, a predatory smile began to form on his lips.

“I can either rip ’em off or ruin them when I come in that sweet pussy of yours.” He looked down meaningfully and your breathing slightly sped up. “Actually, I like the sound of that.”

He brought his eyes back up to meet yours and the promise held within them was enough for you to slowly release his tie—your own silent acquiescence. You hated the smug chuckle he let out at your easy submission but you hardly had time to dwell on it. His following actions came in quick succession.

Releasing your wrist, he used the hand that wasn’t holding himself above you to shove aside the crotch of your underwear and position his cock at your entrance. And then, without any warning, he buried himself to the hilt inside of you in one stroke.

A scream was torn from your throat as your back arched up off the seat. Your fingers gripped onto the fabric of his jacket desperately at just how full you felt. He paused for just a moment to savor how helpless you looked beneath him. And then, with his hand holding onto your hip tight enough that he would leave bruises, he began to fuck you wildly.

Each thrust he made was met with gasps and loud cries that combined with his own grunts and the wet sounds of his cock moving in and out of you to create an obscene symphony that only served to make you feel hotter. You could feel your back sticking to both the leather car seat and the bills you were lying on top of where your shirt had ridden up as sweat began to roll in beads along your skin.

Nishitani let out a growl at the pink flush that had crept up your neck and into your cheeks and he suddenly needed to know how far down it went. In one smooth motion—and never ceasing the movement of his hips as they continued to slam into yours over and over again—he shoved up your shirt to your collarbone and then pulled down the cups of your bra so that your breasts spilled out from them.

He was rewarded with the sight of how pink your chest had turned as well as the lewd display of your tits bouncing with each thrust he made and an overwhelming wave of possessiveness crashed over him.

“If another man ever touches you like this, I’ll kill him,” he growled, his voice low and ragged as he panted with exertion. Your eyes opened to look up at him and you saw just how serious he was. “I’ll kill him on the spot.”

You couldn’t help the way your pussy clenched around him at the threat, contradicting every protest you made about his tendency for jealousy. As much as you argued with him for being too possessive of your affections, it was moments like this that kept you from fooling him and it showed in how smug he now looked.

Unwilling to let him have the last laugh, you let out your own fierce snarl and moved your hands to his shirt, gripping tightly onto the fabric and yanking it apart. The buttons popped off with the force and you could hear the sharp sounds of them hitting different surfaces as they flew in every direction. Nishitani’s amused huff was barely noticeable on the edges of your consciousness.

Right now, other than how he was pounding into you, the only thing that mattered was the sight of his chest and the large swaths of tattooed skin. His tie still hung loosely around his neck and rested against the only portion of his chest that remained unmarked—a line about an inch or so wide that stretched from his neck down to his groin. You knew that if you had been able to pull off his jacket and shirt entirely, the tattoos would have extended all the way down to his wrists.

Digging your nails into his chest just enough to sting and make Nishitani hiss, you traced the swirling black clouds. When you came across the red and pink peony that was tattooed over his heart, you suddenly wished you were riding him so that you could bend down and sink your teeth into the skin.

Or even better, if you were in your bedroom, he could be fucking you against your dresser. With your full-length mirror on the opposite side of the room, you would then be able to see the fearsome-looking, severed head that was tattooed across his back—warning those who dared to cross him what kind of enemy they were making—and how the tattoos of swirling mist continued down to the backs of his knees.

The attention you were lavishing upon his inked skin stroked Nishitani’s already rather large ego. The tattoos were a symbol of his status as the Kijin Clan Patriarch, of all the blood and sweat he had shed for the Omi Alliance, and that he wasn’t to be fucked with. He wasn’t a patient man and as such it was rare for him to take his time and fuck you slowly, but when the rare mood did strike him, those long sessions always began with you running your mouth up and down his body, tracing his tattoos with your tongue.

Somehow, his thrusts managed to grow even rougher as he basked in the awe you had for his marked skin and you winced, letting out a hiss when you felt him bump up against your cervix. You dropped your hand from his chest and propped yourself up on your elbows.

“Fuck,” you cried out and the whimper that followed turned his expression feral. “Ease up.”

Nishitani might have been an asshole, but when it came down to it, he was an asshole who had always respected your boundaries. Without so much as a word of protest, he slowed his thrusts to a glacial pace that had you wriggling against him.

“I said to ease up, not to stop,” you snapped and he grinned. Leaning back, he planted one foot on the floor of the car for support and then grabbed one of your legs.

Throwing you a conceited wink, he tossed it over his shoulder and the new angle had you dropping back to the car seat with a gasp. He gave a harsh and well-placed thrust that ripped the breath from your lungs.

“Better?” he asked without even attempting to hide the smugness from his voice. But you were too caught up in your pleasure to care. You absently nodded as you tossed your head back, your eyes closed at all the areas he was now able to hit.

He then resumed the same punishing pace as before that had you crying out in ecstasy all over again. The only flaw to this position was that you were no longer able to hold onto his shoulders to anchor yourself. While one hand clutched onto the edges of his jacket, your other struggled to find purchase. You scratched at the leather of the car seat beneath you but your fingers were too sweaty to get a proper grip.

Instead, you threw your arm above you, your palm pressing flat against the car door and allowing you the support you needed to meet each one of Nishitani’s thrusts. However, when he leaned further down towards you, the leg over his shoulder caused him to change the angle yet again and your hand slipped against the door until your fingers caught the door handle.

With the way he was continuing to fuck you and the way you were using the door for leverage, your eyes shot open in surprise when you felt the door give way as you accidentally pushed it wide open. Nishitani’s howl of laughter at the way you scrambled to pull it closed only to find it was too far away echoed along the walls of the alleyway.

“Leave it,” he grinned, his eyes glinting dangerously and you glared up at him, still trying to grab onto the door.

“Your minion and his friends are outside,” you argued, not having forgotten about the driver and the restaurant staff who were only a few meters away.

Nishitani’s annoyed eye roll at your disregard for his suggestion was undercut by his amused scoff at your description of his subordinate. He then sat up straight, the motion causing his cock to slip out of you and your walls involuntarily clenched at the sudden emptiness.

Your attention was pulled away from the door when he adjusted his hold on you. Moving his hands to the backs of your knees, he pushed them forward until you were you practically bent in half and his face was only inches from yours.

“Let ’em fucking hear what I’m doing to you,” he snarled, his wild expression making your pussy clench around nothing yet again.

Without waiting for your reply and with the skill of a man who’d had plenty of practice, he lined himself up at your entrance without needing his hands and slammed his cock inside of you. Your teeth sank into your bottom lip in an effort to stifle your shriek, still conscious of the group of men close by.

Nishitani growled at the sight, a primal urge inside of him wanting them to hear you, to know that he was the one making you fall apart, to know that you were his. His pace managed to grow even more savage and when he angled his cock just right, hitting your g-spot, he got what he was looking for.

The scream you let out was so obscene and so saturated with pleasure that no one could mistake its origin. Despite finally getting the response he wanted, he refused to let up. He continued to pound away at your pussy, making sure his cock slammed against your g-spot with each savage thrust.

“Aah! Aah! Fuck!” you wailed, your head tossed back against the seat to expose your neck to him. The sight of your skin littered in the marks he had only just left and that told the world you were taken almost had him coming on the spot.

But it wasn’t enough. He needed more.

Dropping one of your knees, he moved his fingers to your clit and began to furiously rub the oversensitive bundle of nerves. When he timed the movements perfectly with another thrust to your g-spot, he got his wish.

“H-Homare!” you shrieked as your pussy clamped down around him, your orgasm hitting you so hard that it hurt in the most wonderful of ways.

The sensation of your walls tightly spasming around him combined with how his name sounded when you were screaming it in the throes of your orgasm was enough to finally undo him. He roared as he slammed himself inside of you one final time, burying himself to the hilt as he came, your pussy milking his cock dry.

As you slowly came down from the heights of your orgasm, the sound of your heart pounding in your ears warred with the loud, ragged breaths as both you and Nishitani tried to recover. Your eyelids fluttered open to see the roof of the car and when you gathered up the energy to tilt your head down slightly, you felt your own sense of smug pride fill you at the how utterly wrecked the Kijin Clan Patriarch looked.

His shoulders were rising and falling as he panted heavily and his hair had fallen forward, the sweaty strands sticking to his forehead. His shirt was ruined from where you had ripped it open at the front and the knot of his tie was askew from how you had been pulling on it earlier. He brought up a hand and yanked on it, pulling the knot loose so that it was easier for him to breath but refrained from taking it off completely, so it still hung between the tattoos on his chest.

And of course, he still hadn’t pulled out of you so you remained connected.

This was why you didn’t care about Nishitani’s disinclination to remain monogamous. He could fuck as many other women as he wanted. The only thing that mattered to you was that when all was said and done, he always came back to you because no woman could ruin him in the way that you could.

Nishitani finally managed to lift his own head from where it had dropped forward and as looked at you, he must have seen your thoughts written across your face because he grinned and leaned down. Releasing the leg he was still holding onto, he grabbed onto the back of your neck and slammed his lips against yours in a possessive kiss.

The rough nature of his hold and his kiss was belied by the way his lips lingered as he began to pull away. You brought your hand up push his hair back, your fingers trailing through his strands before coming down to cup his cheek gently. He turned his head in your hold and pressed his lips to your palm in a kiss that was much sweeter than a man like Nishitani had any right to be.

After a moment, he finally leaned back but not before reaching out to grab onto the car door handle to finally close it, shutting away the evening chill with it. His cock slipped out of you as he sat back against the seat and he tucked himself away and fastened his pants with sluggish movements. The entire time, his eyes were trained on the mess left behind.

“Fuck, you look good like that,” he smirked as he watched his come leak out of your pussy and onto the black leather of the car seat while you laid on a pile of money.

Deciding to toy with him just a little, you raised an eyebrow and threw him an impish smile. You ran your fingers over the lips of your pussy, collecting some of his come, before bringing them up to your mouth to suck them clean. With your fingers still in your mouth, you looked up to Nishitani to see that the feral look in his eyes had returned.

After a few moments, he shook his head to break himself from his stupor. Curling his hand into a fist, he brought it to his mouth and sank his teeth into his knuckles with a groan.

“Fuck, woman. You’re gonna be the death of me,” he complained, an exaggerated strain to his voice that made you laugh.

You then dropped your legs into his lap and wiggled them pointedly. When he raised a confused eyebrow at you, you laughed again.

“Help me take off my tights. I need something to clean up with and they’re already ruined.” You made no mention that the reason they were ruined was because of Nishitani’s lack of self-control.

Tossing off your shoes, one right after the other, he then began to yank on your tights. You lifted up your hips to help push them down and you heard the fabric ripping even further with his less-than-careful handling of them.

Once they were off, Nishitani balled them up and tossed them to you. His hand dropped to your now bare ankle where he wrapped his fingers around it and lifted it up so that he could place a kiss on the inside. The action was surprisingly tender and it caused your breath to catch in your throat.

Just that one small press of his lips to your ankle had you feeling more naked than you did with your skirt shoved up to your waist and your tits still hanging out.

You looked away from him as you wiped away the mess with the tights, the white streaks standing out against the black fabric. Once you were done, you dropped them onto the floor of the car before readjusting your underwear—wincing in slight disgust at having to wear them with how wet they were—and pulled your skirt back down.

Shifting to your side slightly, you ran your hand over your back and swiped away the loose bills that had stuck to your skin in the midst of your fucking. You then rolled onto your back again and fixed the cups of your bra and your shirt so that while you still looked good and thoroughly fucked, you at least wouldn’t find yourself being arrested for indecent exposure when you stepped out of the car.

Nishitani set your ankle back in his lap before reaching into the inner pocket of his jacket to pull out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He slid two cigarettes from the pack and placed both of them between his lips. He lit them in a smooth motion and then handed one to you, which you took wordlessly. You moved up so that your head was leaning back against the door, allowing you to look at him fully.

His hand was resting on your knee and the weight of it felt much heavier than anyone else’s would have.

This was something else that kept you from feeling insecure about where the two of you stood—the after. You knew that you were the only woman that Nishitani didn’t run off on the moment he came. This sort of playful banter and intimacy was something that was only shared between the two of you.

“You ruined my shirt,” he said, breaking the silence that had settled over the car, looking down at the buttons that had popped off his shirt, keeping it open so that his tie rested against his bare chest.

“You’re one to talk,” you scoffed back, gesturing to your tights with your cigarette and he only grinned.

The conversation lapsed again, the resulting silence just as comfortable as the last. Nishitani took his cigarette from his lips and flicked the ash into the car door’s ashtray before bringing it back to his lips.

“The old man’s been on my back again,” he eventually grumbled before turning his gaze to you and giving you a look of pure annoyance. “Just marry me already, woman.”

You looked at him for a long moment before averting your eyes as you flicked the ash from your own cigarette with a wordless shake of your head. This wasn’t a new topic for the pair of you. It didn’t come up in every conversation, but it came up enough. Enough for you to at least know how serious he was about it.

“Why?” he asked, a whine in his voice and he dropped his head to rest back against the seat, his head still turned to you.

You were silent.

“Is it the women?” he asked, his tone uncharacteristically hesitant, concerned that he might upset you with the issue. You wondered if in the back of his mind, he didn’t really believe you when you assured him it didn’t bother you as long as he used protection.

Your eyes remained focused on the cigarette dangling between your fingers and thought about it. You could say yes and it would be believable. He would drop the subject of marriage entirely forever because he would never change his ways, even for you.

If you didn’t want to use the women as an excuse, there were a million other answers that would be just as plausible—he was too old for you, he was too aggressive and impulsive, you didn’t see him often enough, being married to a yakuza was too dangerous. But, just like the women, none of that mattered to you.

However, you felt an inexplicable compulsion to tell him the truth.

“It’s because you live too hard and too fast and I can’t watch them put you in an early grave,” you murmured and you finally chanced looking back up at him. You were taken aback by the way his expression suddenly softened into something you so rarely saw. Underneath his gaze, you felt incredibly vulnerable.

He softly breathed out your name and your eyes widened at his use of it.

In all the time that you’d known Nishitani, you could count the number of times that he’d referred to you by name on one hand. When you’d first met and he’d been trying to get into your pants, it had been “sweetheart” and “baby.” As the months went on and you continued to refuse him, those sweet pet names had quickly devolved into an annoyed “woman.”

But as you got to know him, you began to recognize how that one word became wrapped up in admiration and his own twisted sense of affection. It was only once you began to sleep together that you realized that he called you “woman” because to him, you were the only woman who mattered.

You felt it then, those three words on the tip of your tongue threatening to come spilling from your lips. But, just like marriage, it was a line that you wouldn’t cross. There was something about saying them that you felt would put you in too deep, like if you were to say them, you wouldn’t be able to recover if something happened to him.

You purposely ignored the voice in the back of your head telling you it was already too late for that.

Ever the coward, you dropped your gaze again, no longer able to look at him. You heard the car window roll down just a crack and you assumed it was so he could toss away his cigarette before you felt him shifting underneath your legs. The movement caused you to look back up and you saw him moving to lean over you until his forehead was resting against yours.

You closed your eyes and let senses be overwhelmed by him. He smelled like smoke, sweat, and something uniquely Nishitani. Using the hand that wasn’t holding your cigarette, you gently carded your fingers through his hair. He captured your lips in a lazy kiss, his tongue briefly slipping into your mouth before he pulled back. Your eyelids fluttered open when you felt him then press his lips to your forehead before sitting back up.

Nishitani had never said the words either, even when discussing marriage. But moments like this, when the crass and impulsive yakuza softened, were why he didn’t have to.

Propping your cigarette back between your lips, you took a long drag before exhaling and filling the car with smoke. Nishitani’s gesture and the nicotine worked together to soothe your rough and jagged emotions. Seeming to sense that the heavy moment between you was beginning to pass, he clapped his hand back on your knee and rolled down the window further.

“Oi, we’re all done in here!” he shouted out into the alleyway to the driver, his voice back to the same boisterous tone and volume as was usual for him.

For a second, you wondered if you should be self-conscious of the way the car surely smelled like sex before disregarding the notion entirely. The entire alley already knew what you and Nishitani had been doing and this was far from the first time that one of Nishitani’s subordinates had been forced to wait around while the pair of you fucked.

Your cigarette burned closer and closer to the filter and you held it out for Nishitani, who took it and threw it out the window for you before closing it entirely. The driver-side door opened as the man slid in behind the wheel without a word. You remained comfortably sprawled across the back seat with your legs in Nishitani’s lap.

As the car pulled out back onto the Sotenbori streets, Nishitani looked back down at you. His hand trailed a few inches further down from your knee towards your inner thigh. There was a glimmer of some unreadable emotion in his eyes that he attempted to cover up with a hungry grin.

“When we get home, I’ll eat your pussy until you can’t think straight enough to worry about any of this,” he said and you sharply inhaled at the offer. Your thighs squeezed together with want, trapping his hand and making him chuckle lowly.

But underneath the lust that was starting slowly build all over again in your veins, there was a warmth that was entirely unrelated.

Home.

Marriages and confessions of undying love were steps that you refused to take with Nishitani. But for him to consider your place home? That was something you could.

And if that little voice in your head picked back up again, telling you that you were a fool for believing there was still a safe level of emotional distance between the two of you, then so be it.

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[yakuzaimagines]

yay requests are open!! can i get some headcanons on how nishitani would woo a gender neutral s/o who’s not having any of his bullshit? thank you!!

-First thing he is going to do when he realizes you are not having it, is trying to buy his way into your heart (or pants). “How much do ya wanna? just tell me and i’ll give it to ya, sugar.”

-He refuses to believe that you won’t take the money. Everyone does, why the hell wouldn’t you?

-Nishitani is very surprised when you snap at him after he is being particularly insistent. And boy did you awake something inside of him. He can already feel himself getting hard. “That’s it, i like ‘em frisky!”

-If he was a pain in the ass before, now he is 100% worse. He sometimes appears out of nowhere in his car and offers you a lift, groaning in annoyance when you refuse.

-”C’mon sugar, what does a man have to do to get some?” he gives you a smirk when you look at him with clear annoyance in your face. “Leave me the fuck alone, Nishitani.”

-If you ever slap him in the face, he will attempt to kiss you right then and there. Accepting or not is up to you, but he won’t insist if you push him away, only look at you with a hungry look.

-He will buy you stuff. A lot of stuff. Most of them useless. Clothing that probably don’t fit you, watches, jewelry, and even lingerie. “Ya can try it on when we are together alone!”

-He may even ask Majima for help. Why aren’t you like all the people he has been with before? Maybe he likes a challenge. Majima just sighs and advices him to leave you alone before you end up killing him. “C’mon, Majima-kun, don’t get me pumped up like that!”

-All in all he is very persistent and will have a hard time shifting his attitude a bit to make you like him more. He will try to behave eventually, and fail miserably.

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-Lettuce

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[centerofreality]

Hello! Please call me BB (it would be awkward to call me Boring) and I'm an amateur writer! This is my first time doing a Yakuza blog or any blog in general. I will mainly do headcanons as I'm most comfortable with that type, but the more I get used to writing and all, I might move on to oneshots, scenarios and other sorts!

RULES:

NO NSFW. I'm still a minor!

If I am uncomfortable with your request, I will deny them. Sorry!

Please specify s/o's gender! I'll try my best to make sure s/o is gender-neutral if it's not mentioned.

Please be patient! It would take me a long time to finish your request as I'm still a beginner.

The characters might be OOC as I don't know how to write them so please bare with me! Criticism is welcome!

Certain topics that could be triggering (like depression), or specific (such as gender or race) might take a while. If ever I offend anyone, please tell me and I'll try my best to make it better!

That's the rules for now. Here are the characters I'm willing to write!

YAKUZA 0

Kiryu Kazuma

Goro Majima 

Akira Nishikiyama

Tetsu Tachibana

Jun Oda

Homare Nishitani

Makoto Makimura

YAKUZA KIWAMI

Reina

Kazuki

Yuma

Makoto Date 

The Florist of Sai

YAKUZA KIWAMI 2

Daigo Dojima

Yayoi Dojima

Ryuji Goda

Ken Ibuchi

Yuki

Kaoru Sayama

YAKUZA 3

Yoshitaka Mine

Rikiya Shimabukuro

YAKUZA 4

Shun Akiyama

Taiga Saejima

Masayoshi Tanimura

Takeshi Kido

Daisaku Minami

YAKUZA 5

Tatsuo Shinada

Koichi Takasugi

Masaru Watase

Mirei Park

YAKUZA 6

Yuta Usami

Takumi Someya

Tsuyoshi Nagumo

Joon-Gi Han

Kiyomi Kasahara

YAKUZA: LIKE A DRAGON

Ichiban Kasuga

Koichi Adachi

Yū Nanba

Saeko Mukoda

Yeonsu Kim

Tianyou Zhao

Masato Arakawa

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