#gontxkerusu

[rule-enforcer]

It has been much too long! Almost over a year by now! However, in this time I spent away from my rp blogs, I’ve finally managed to set a good bit of my life straight again. Things are looking up and I have an increased amount of free time in my hands now, if a bit tentative with organizing it all.

That said, I will be returning to this blog as of today!!!! I understand many of my former rp partners are no longer active, however I will not archive these blogs nor will I recreate them. A lot of what is in here is meaningful to me and I intend to keep it in place.

I will also be returning to both my sideblogs; @the-militant and @gontxkerusu. If you’d like to rp with either of those, please send me a message and I will set up a starter shortly!!!

[inspectortakaaki-blog]

The cold nipped at his nose, chilling his skin so it reddened. His throat felt dry and the coat he'd been given a few years ago to indicate his assension as leader of the Crazy Diamonds didn't hold back the chill. Holding the pay phone up against his ear, Takemichi tried to set his voice straight while dialing the number. This was already pathetic enough, no need to make it humiliating. "O-Oi... Ishimaru..." He spoke with an odd break in his tone. "... I need some help." (gontxkerusu)

Takaaki was used to his phone ringing, and coworkers telling him that he was needed back at the station, so he had grabbed his jacket as he picked up his phone.

"What case is it, this time?" He asked but stopped when he heard a familiar voice. "Yukimaru?" It had been a while now since he had needed to deal with the elite guard.

"What’s going on? Where are you?"

[bosozoku101]

gontxkerusu

"... Bosu, what the hell's this?!" (gontxkerusu)

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1. Sex toy

Mondo's heart nearly dropped to the bottom of his stomach, turning around in pure horror when he saw Takemichi picking up a vibrator. Normally-- find anything else in his room and it was his, but this truthfully was not Mondo's. Leon must have left it in his room without him knowing. Trying before to give it too the biker as a birthday present, it seemed the baseball player was a bit more sneaky then he remembered. Chest tightening he quickly tied to explain this horrible scenario.

"Y-Yukimaru, ya gotta believe me kid--! That ain't fuckin' mine I swear!" His jaw slacked open trying to spout the stuttered words. "Shit, don't touch that fuckin' thing, I don't even know where it's been! Dammit i-it really ain't mine!!"

[diamondspaces]

{{CLOSED}} | Snuggle bug

gontxkerusu

Gang life was not that bad most days, but sometimes, even Daiya Oowada needed a nice afternoon nap. He had gotten some peace from his thoughts because of it, and it made him feel at least a little better. The sudden feelings was overwhelming to him and he almost felt inclined to just... Not show his face at all for a bit, until the feeling passed. It was lonely though, and he remembered falling asleep thinking about Takemichi, wondering if he would be upset about Daiya’s off-putting behaviour. He sure hoped not...

Either way, not terribly deep into his sleep, he subconsciously heard soft footsteps pattering about, getting closer and closer until— A quiet thump and some added weight, as well as the strangely pleasant scent of light smoke and strawberries. He knew exactly who that would be, a small smile setting in his lips. Just what was this about though..? 

—✦—- ... Takemichi..? ‘s that you..? 

[kiyotaka-chan-blog]

(i keep reading "nipped" as "nipples" so i just keep on imagine takemichi having cold nipples around dad)

[diamondspaces]

❤ ((just gonna... sneak one of these... before heading to bed YUP NOT SORRY - gontxkerusu ))

17. Kiss in the rain.I can’t fucking believe this…. MAMA IT WAS FATE, I TOLD YOU

When the rain had started to drop down on he and Takemichi’s day, Daiya had felt a bit upset about it. They had been walking around, eating burgers for the heck of it when it started to pour, leaving them both standing there, gobsmacked. It had been bright and sunny only moments ago, but here they were, leaving their soggy food behind in a trash can before hurrying to find some shelter. 

Daiya ran ahead, but found as he glanced back— Takemichi had stopped, eyeing the rain as it dripped down and muddied the ground beneath them. He was confused, wondering just what had caught his attention enough to keep him out in the chilly rain. 

—✦—- Hey, Take! What’re you doin’, you’re gonna catch a cold! 

However, there was little to no response. Takemichi was… Shockingly quiet. It really threw Daiya off. 

Much to Daiya’s surprise however, Takemichi’s gaze did fall to him. And Daiya could only sigh as he stepped back out into the wet, approaching him slowly without caring how the rain now soaked him inside and out. 

—✦—- Oi… What’s the matter with ya… What are you waiting for? 

His voice was quiet, almost too much so before he took a good look at his face. His hair and face were as wet as each other, cheeks pale and blank, almost turning blue from the cold. It was no good, seeing him like that. But he figured he looked no different. Wet and miserable almost… Yet even then, Takemichi’s expression was unreadable, too complex for Daiya to decipher. Just what was on his mind..? 

All he knew was that the more he looked at it, the more he didn’t like it. No— Hated it even. And there was only one solution pounding in his mind. Uncaring for the consequences, he followed his mind and jumped right in, grabbing his hand and holding on tightly, letting momentum do the rest of the work as their lips fell upon one another’s.

Daiya didn’t want to see Takemichi looking so serious. A moment like this should be happier. And he hoped that he could show that through his kiss. Lips against one another, it all started gently, Daiya stroking his thumbs over each of his knuckles, lips moving slow and soundlessly as though trying to warm the other up. It was horribly emotional though, not particularly dramatic, but rather full of the soft, sensual affection he felt for the guard. He was happy with this pace for now, keeping it like this until he knew Takemichi would let him go further. Upon fluttering his eyes open though, he pulled back, blinking a few times. 

—✦—- ... What on earth is going on with you? Am I going nuts, or are you more serious than usual... Speak up then. You’re scaring me. April’s comin’ up, but— This can’t be a prank, right? 

He rambled a little, suddenly feeling sort of nervous. Maybe he hadn’t enjoyed the kiss? Should he keep going? Or fall back? It was too difficult to know, but he kept a firm hold on his hands, eyes soft and pleading. ‘Please... Say somethin’...’ 

[bosozoku101]

Remind ((mayhaps for Ishi and for gontxkerusu too o3o ))

Send “Remind” to listen to my muse’s thoughts about yours when they first met.

-Ishimaru-

“Tch, I remember when we first met and I hated yer fuckin’ guts! Yer damn prissy attitude, bein’ all loud and annoyin’! Goin’ on and on��‘bout damn rules and shit, I wanted ‘ta beat yer ass! And when ya first came up ‘ta me, tryin’ ‘ta give me a detention slip fer beatin’ that asshole of a dude up? I knew we were gonna ‘ave a problem! I jus’...didn’t realize that we’d turn out so much more than anythin’ else... cos’ fuck, ya were really aggrivatin’ back then Kyoudai!”

-Takemichi-

“When ya first came into my gang, lookin’ fer a fight I saw somethin’ in ya kid that I didn’t see in no-one else! Ya had guts, ya were chargin’ the moment ya came in and I knew I wanted ya by my side! Bein’ so inflexible, I figured bein’ the elite guard would be the perfect job for ya because you wouldn’t take shit from anybody! S’ why I decided ‘ta put my whole faith into ya, trust ya th’ most...and leave ya in charge of the gang when I left. I knew ya could take care of them better than me...”

[diamondspaces]

gontxkerusu:

Daiya would never really know the weight he took off Takemichi’s shoulders with those words. It was a comfort to have somewhere to turn to. When home isn’t safe… when it isn’t a place you can rest in and feel secure then having somewhere to go was a the pillar that kept Yukimaru standing. He sighed shakily past his blue lips, not paying mind to the cold assaulting them right now.

How could he really? Soaked to the bone, the guard found his focus drifting. Away from his worries and his insecurities for now, away from his situation and to the arms that slowly circled his waist. He was brought to stand at the tips of his toes, chilled lips met in warm kisses in spite of the rain. Again and again, until Takemichi had fallen into answering each peck, moving soft and easy into each touch. Daiya’s affection strayed over his skin, each a declaration of affection which slowly assuaged the ache in Yukimaru’s chest. By the time he was rested down, he no longer felt the need to cry nor the worry of his locked home. He felt as light headed as he did light hearted.

So, pressed up against his leader, one arm winding around the other’s back so as to refuse distance between them, the blond followed. The destination didn’t matter terribly as long as Daiya was nearby. After all, Takemichi felt safe not in a place, but by his leader’s side.

Both lost in thought, their bodies kept warm through the wet against each other, Daiya taking the initiative to take him back home. To his own home, which he would declare to be Takemichi’s second home. Majority of the walk was under covers, but closer to the house they came, the more wet they got. 

There was never any hurry though, just both of them thinking through the sound of raindrops pattering against the pavement below. Daiya’s mind was absolutely swimming, swarmed with thoughts of Takemichi. He couldn’t picture what was wrong exactly, but he had noticed long before just how at times things could weigh down on his shoulders. He thought that way, all the way home until it drove him inside, halting their walking up the path to the door and kissing him again. 

Maybe it was just the rain now, chilling his mind and deluding him into thinking that smothering Takemichi with his lips right now was the best thing he could do to help. It felt so good though, making it hard for him to stop. Once again, each initial kiss was soft but quick, as though warming him up before walking him closer to the stair railing, pressing him up against it so that he could kiss him even more, letting the rain wash over them as he did so. 

It was no good... He knew that. But for the life of him, just couldn’t stop.